The Golden Dragon Will Never Take It For Granted

Chapter 82: Ans Air's private interview in WeChat (2)

There is no good way, Ansier can only reluctantly turn into Jean's sly dragon again. In this way, it is much better.

Ans El looked at these kobolds along the way. Although they all had their own huts, they all sat at the door of the house, staring into the distance with dazed eyes, apparently malnourished.

Even if Ansi Er only walked around the edge of the northern border, the bottom humans there were not rich, but at least they could barely get enough food and clothing.

Looking at the leopard in the tube, the place where the core of human society is prosperous must be another wonderful scenery.

But the state of the ordinary kobolds on the second basement floor made Ans El feel very bad.

Ans El watched a hungry kobold mother trying to breastfeed her cub, but she was unable to express milk. The young kobold was crying non-stop in her mother's arms, but the kobold mother was indifferent. He just patted the kobold's back empty and numbly.

Ansel couldn't help asking Sandro with some doubts.

"Why do these kobolds look like this? It shouldn't be. There are so many giant beasts on the first basement floor, and there must be no shortage of animal meat. There are so many crops on the second underground floor, so the kobold tribes should not worry about it. Eat and drink?"

With the entire world on the ground floor as a slaughterhouse, and the second underground floor as a granary, Ans El couldn't understand why these kobolds would be so hungry.

Moreover, the only demigod on the second underground floor is the kobold Valk. Even his clansmen are like this, so you can imagine other clans.

As a demigod, Sandro naturally wouldn't pay attention to these barren beings. Hearing Ansier's question at this moment, he was also a little overwhelmed, so he could only answer by shaking his head.

"The second basement floor is not under my control, and I am only responsible for transporting the animal meat. I don't know how to distribute it."

Sandro gave Ansair a weird look, obviously he didn't expect that he was going to fill his stomach with kobolds in the morning, and then he was concerned about whether the kobolds could get enough to eat.

Ansel was just curious about this strange phenomenon, but he didn't say more, and was going to ask Valk when he went back.

In fact, he can also lend a helping hand to these kobolds, which is not difficult for Ansel, but he can't lift much sympathy in his heart.

"Hey, no, they are all so weak, why haven't they become disabled under the influence of the month of disability?"

Ansel suddenly stopped and asked Sandro.

Fortunately, Sandro could answer this question, and he happily explained to Ansair.

"My lord, you have asked the right lich this question. In fact, the 'Month of Disability' is inexplicable because of its consequences. After all, the race here is not smart enough."

Sandro taunted Valk and other races while answering Ansel's question.

"According to the magician's observation, this should be called the 'Waste Moon' to be precise."

"The moon of wear and tear?"

Ansier muttered the name in his mouth. It was still daytime, the sun was slightly warmer, but night had not yet come, and the moon could not be seen.

"The 'Waste Moon', as the name suggests, will consume all life irradiated by moonlight. However, when normal life is in the growth stage, the growth is greater than the loss, so generally these races will not be disabled in their infancy, and various plants will also be harvested before they are harvested. grow."

Sandro's explanation solved Ans'er's previous doubt, which was why there were no cubs in the disabled clan he encountered on the basement floor.

"Although the growth is greater than the loss, the loss itself still has an impact. Although this impact is negligible for us, the race here can no longer breed a demigod powerhouse."

Sandro also sighed when he said this. Although he is not very friendly with these tribes, he has a common enemy "human beings". He still hopes that his allies will be more powerful.

"These weak kobolds won't last long, and this weakness will accelerate their wear and tear."

Ansel nodded, feeling a little melancholy for the future in his heart.

The human world is still developing non-stop, and the lazy dragon has hardly grown at all. As for the other races in the underground world, it is almost in reverse.

At this moment, Ansel suddenly felt that the burden on his body was a little heavy.

He suddenly realized that maybe his black mist was designed for other races to resist the fast-growing humans!

This shocking conjecture exploded in his mind and lingered for a long time.

Looking back on the past, although he did not go all out to improve his strength, in just ten years, he had already stood at the top of the world and possessed the strength not inferior to ordinary demigods.

Although the demigods are only the beginning of the strong, the weakest demigods can only crush legends, and the strongest demigods are almost comparable to gods with higher powers.

But a normal giant dragon relies on its own growth, and the fastest it can become is a magical dragon like Nigus.

Even so, he still spent two or three hundred years.

Ans El shook the head of the dragon, and put aside the idea of ​​leading other tribes to resist human invasion and save the world~www.readwn.com~ Yes, he is a transmigrator, he has golden fingers, and he is transmigrating In this industry, those who have become the strongest in ten years, at least can mix in the middle class.

But I just wanted to wander around a bit. As for the burden of becoming the leader of other tribes, I should leave it to other dragons!

Putting down the burdens in their hearts, Ansi Er and Sandro continued to walk to the center of the kobold tribe along the way. It was a more prosperous area. Their houses were covered with magic lights, obviously not of the same level as the kobolds on the outside. .

"Stop! Where are the pariahs who dare to break into the houses of the adults!"

Several sturdy kobolds held spears against Ans-El and Sandro.

Compared to the kobolds seen earlier, they are really healthy, with smooth skin, shiny faces, and neat clothes.

Sandro is an illusion controlled by Ansel's thoughts. Although their appearance is not that weak in the eyes of other kobolds, they are by no means very gorgeous and noble.

So these kobolds who acted as guards naturally jumped out to stop them.

Ansel raised his eyebrows. Didn't he expect that he would still encounter such a classic plot?

Valk walked in a hurry, but he didn't give Ans El and the others any token.

After all, they both have the strength of demigods, and they are still two demigods. They can walk sideways in the entire underground world. What token is needed.

The soul flame in Sandro's eyes exploded, obviously a little angry.

"A mere ant dares to block my king's way!"

Sandro's low, hoarse voice sounded, and the backs of these kobold guards froze.

A mass of black energy is gathering in his hand.

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