Chapter 3549: the difference

After the war, it was a celebration.
The adventurers of the devil were ecstatic, many people sang and danced, and many more rushed into the custom shop, and began to rejoice before it was dark.
The owner of the gambling house often opens the door and keeps it at the door to welcome a crowd of Gods of Wealth or the big fat sheep.
There are even gambling shop owners who greet a group of gambling shop staff in order to celebrate their success and secretly to attract customers. They put on clothes that save on fabrics and put on very seductive looks, showing their beauty toward the past adventurers. Style.
Quite a lot of adventurers were overwhelmed and defeated. So, reason followed the sensibility and entered the gambling shop, mostly becoming a fat sheep to be slaughtered.
I am alone, walking on the street, watching or cheering coldly, or the adventurers who go to the custom shop or go to the gambling shop, feel that their lives are both real and like a joke.
The saddest thing, and what I hate the most, is that after defeat, they will miss the dragon warriors deeply, and even those with unclear brains or personality defects will curse the dragon warriors, to the effect of blaming the dragon warriors for not being strong. To the end.
Now, relying on the help of the Dragon Clan, they have won a great victory, but they only remember their hardships and dangers on the battlefield. They want to give vent and pour out the backlog of pressure, but they never thought that they could get this What are the key factors for victory in the war?
Without the aid of the dragon clan, most of them would fall victim to this war.
Just as I sneered and glanced across the faces that looked extremely excited, a voice sounded beside me.
"That's what you said, human nature is evil, right?"
"Huh?" I turned my head suspiciously, and saw that Seren was looking at me with a smile.
"Weird" I said: "You didn't go to the celebration party?"
"I am not a battlefield commander appointed by your Majesty. I am lucky to win this battle. If I want to ask for something else, I don't dare to want to be able to board the celebration banquet as the chief officer."
"Who told you to come to the celebration banquet as the chief official?" I raised my eyebrows: "Why are you so shameless?"
"Bah!" Seren spit: "You are shameless!"
"Hey, you are still not convinced. I asked you just now. I was thinking about your participation in the celebration party as an ordinary dragon warrior, but I didn't say you want you to attend the celebration party as a supervisor. After you figure out your identity, let’s talk about it, you stupid wing. Dragon."
Seren bared his teeth when he heard the words: "Believe it or not, I will kill you!"
"Hey, hello, come on, you bite, you bite it!"
As I spoke, I handed the handguard to Salon's mouth and sneered again and again.
Just kidding, this is a handguard made from the finest meteorite. Its hardness is comparable to that of Mithril. As for the mouth of Seren, it may not be able to bite the pure Mithril creation, or even if the bite force is too strong. The teeth will collapse.
This is not only true of Seren, but also other dragons.
After all, Mithril and Adamantite are among the hardest metals in the world.
In the end, Seren still didn't have the ability to take his mouth. Although he had a bad temper, it didn't mean he was stupid. Although the dragon's teeth could continue to replace and grow, it couldn't ignore the pain when the teeth were bitten.
After that, I went to the restaurant and the tavern again, bought a lot of good food and wine, returned to the hotel, and held a celebration banquet for Salem alone.
Seren was very excited. He drank a large barrel of strong wine and ate a dozen roasted beef legs, which made his stomach round. Then he lay on the sofa and fell asleep.
I strolled downstairs and wandered alone in the night.
Then I met Heroes again.
This time, Heroes was still walking alone.
"Xilan is drinking?" I asked casually after looking around.
"Yeah" Heroes nodded, a little embarrassment flowing in her eyes.
"You won the war," I said with a smile: "This is also a normal thing. Even I have drunk alcohol before going downstairs for a drink."
"Are you drinking too?" Heloise leaned closer, sniffed, and then frowned: "Well, it smells so big."
"But it seems that you are not drunk at all." Heloise said in amazement: "Is there any secret solution to hangover?"
"I just drink a lot."
I smiled, and then I looked at the adventurer who was hurried on the road, and said lightly: "I don't know how many people will think of the Dragon Warrior who will bring them victory after this war?"
Heloise was startled when she heard the words, her face was slightly embarrassed, and she gave a light cough. She smiled and said, "There will be, there will be."
"Of course there will be" I said, "If there is not even one, the Dragon Warrior would be too miserable."
"How can it be said that it is miserable?" Heloise said: "I believe that the Dragon Race can send troops to the Demon Realm, and it will definitely not just want to help the Demon Realm.
"Perhaps" I said: "But the dragon clan has already lost so many fighters after all."
"Acquisition must be accompanied by loss" Herois said: "This time, if you can invite the Dragon Clan to help out, it must be a terrible condition that the apostle made. I don't know the content of the condition, but it is certain. It must be many, many times more valuable than the loss of the Dragon Clan’s reinforcements, otherwise it would be impossible for the Dragon Clan to continue to send reinforcements to help out."
"The idea is still so sharp" I said with a smile: "Yes, you are right. The dragons are not volunteers, and they don't know how to volunteer. Just like you said, the reason why the dragons send reinforcements is mainly because of the harvest. More than giving, if the gain is not as good as the effort, who would be willing to send reinforcements to help out again and again?"
"But I have to admit that the reinforcements of the dragon clan still play a key role in the demon world's war against the invaders. After all, in the face of giant human monsters, it is difficult to fight against human adventurers alone."
"But it doesn't mean that there must be no way to fight." Heloise retorted: "The six major organizations still have their own background. In addition, the apostles also have their own guards, and the strength of these guards is not tolerated. Look down."
Whenever I heard the word guard, I thought of Barn, the dagger master who once cut off Xilan's arm.
"That's not wrong," I agreed: "It's just that, until the last moment, the apostle will not agree to send these strong men to the stage. After all, they are actually the killers of the apostle. Killer."
"By the way, I have always been very curious" Heloise said: "Why can you stand with the apostle, obviously your strength does not seem to be as good as Xilan?"
"It's not as good as Xilan" I said.
Heroes' gaze was even more confused.
"But don’t forget that the strength of creatures is not only as simple as the surface, but also divided into two types: how strong it looks and how strong it actually is. My surface strength is indeed not as good as Xilan, but I have blood power. Xilan doesn't have it."
"Bloodline power?" Heloise was even more confused.
Looking at her bewildered eyes, I am also a little confused: Could it be said that the Demon Realm has no blood power?