Chapter 2574 Prank

Of course, Tyrannosaurus King Bakar cannot experience this 'noble enjoyment', because he would rather die than serve as a night watchman for humans, especially a group of humans.

This is not in line with his cool and explosive temperament, nor is it in line with his identity as the leader of the dragon clan.

Of course, if you really want Tyrannosaurus King Bakar to be a night watch dragon, you may not be able to do it.

After all, it can be said that "orcs will never be slaves unless they have food and shelter", so what is impossible?

The main reason why humans cannot do this is because the value paid does not match the value of allowing Tyrannosaurus King Bakar to serve as a night watch dragon.

Believe it or not, if someone brings out a lot of black nightmares as the price for letting Tyrannosaurus King Bakar keep vigil, Tyrannosaurus King will definitely shoot that person to death with one finger.

Don't make trouble, as a human being, you are not even qualified to negotiate with Tyrannosaurus King Bakar.

Let's put it another way, if I brought a bunch of black nightmares to Bakar and asked him to serve as a night watch dragon to watch the night for me and my family, I believe that the Tyrannosaurus King Bakar would be unhappy to agree to this request.

After all, I am a goblin, and goblins occupy a very high position in Tyrannosaurus King's heart, and they also leave a deep shadow.

Every time I think of that short and stunning confrontation, especially the seemingly careless blow of the goblin elder, although it did not really hurt him, the stunning moment caused helplessness to Bakar's young mind. Serious trauma to make up for.

According to Evil Dragon Spitz, to this day, Bakar still wakes up from nightmares from time to time with screams, and then looks around blankly with a cold sweat, until he confirms that this is just a dream, and the goblin elders he fought against back then have already disappeared for several years. After hundreds of millions of years, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the wine glass, and took a tired sip, which not only calmed his frightened heart, but also melancholy at the passing of his powerful enemy.

Anyway, whether alive or dead, those strong men who were so strong that they had no friends were nowhere to be seen.

Hey, just think of it as dead, and you will feel less worried.

When talking about this, Evil Dragon Spitz sighed: "Your Majesty, he is really affectionate, righteous and gentle. Every time I recall his melancholy eyes, I feel sad and sad."

"Why do I feel that His Majesty the Tyrannosaurus King doesn't want to be beaten enough?"

After muttering casually, he realized that he had made a mistake. He glanced at Spitz with his peripheral vision and found that his expression was wrong. He immediately changed his words and said: "I guess His Majesty the Tyrannosaurus King regrets that he can no longer fight with so many strong men and can no longer experience When he reaches the level of despair that makes him so powerful, it is even more difficult to regain the despair that urged him to become stronger. It is precisely because he cannot continue to become stronger that he feels melancholy."

Evil Dragon Spitz's face softened a little, and he nodded slightly, agreeing: "What you said is not unreasonable. Your Majesty, he has indeed not become stronger for a long time, and it must be related to the fact that no opponent can bring him despair. .”

Having said this, he paused, looked at me, and said seriously: "If it were you, you should be able to bring that feeling to His Majesty again!"

"Huh?" I looked confused and said after a while: "Don't talk nonsense, this kind of joke is not funny."

"I'm not kidding, I'm serious!" He raised his paw and pointed at his dragon's eye: "If you don't believe me, look at my serious eyes!"

"Go, go, go." I waved my hand and said disgustedly: "Your eyes are all white. Those who know you know you are born like this, but those who don't know you think you have some kind of eye disease."

"So, with your white pupils, whether it's a wink or a flirtatious look, I basically can't tell the difference, let alone tell the truth by looking at it."

Evil Dragon Spitz's big lips, which are more than half a meter thick, are trembling non-stop. You can tell at a glance that he is very excited and angry. Probably if he and I were not friends, he would most likely lose me. Eat it as a midnight snack.

Fortunately we are friends, hehe.

I couldn't sleep late at night, so I crawled out of the tent, turned over, lay down on the grass, looked up at the night sky, and counted the stars.

Some people may be curious, why I climbed out of the tent instead of walking out of the tent. Is there some unknown secret in this?

To tell you the truth, there are no secrets.

I'm just too lazy to stand up.

As an adventurer who longs for a salty life, he will never stand if he can sit, never sit if he can lie down, and never stand if he can crawl. He is so upright!

Lying on the grass, I smelled the faint fragrance of grass in the air, looked at the dark blue sky, and counted the stars. Suddenly, two emotions appeared in my heart, one was the laziness of seeing each other again after a long separation, and the other was the occasional feeling. Boredom will arise.

“Ah, it’s so boring~~~”

After making a trembling sound, I found that there was no other sound around me except snoring, so I crawled a few meters out on my hands and knees and came to the evil dragon Spitz.

"Hey!" I shouted to him in a low voice, but Spitz was still curled up, with his chest and abdomen rising and falling regularly and steadily.

Hey, sleep well.

I grinned, evil intentions popping up in my mind, and I picked up the stick that little Remy used to tinker with her nose hair, and stabbed it at Spitz's creaking hole.

I thought that the dragon had no tickles, or that the tickles were not obvious. It turned out that I was wrong. Not only did the dragon have tickles, but it would also have a huge reaction once it encountered an itch.

In my pupils, a giant paw fell out of thin air. I climbed up from the ground, using my hands and feet, and ran away in a panic.

The snap sound was very much like the sound of slapping a mosquito, but it was amplified several times.

The air flow generated by the slap caused me to roll over twice. I was covered in grass clippings and got up from the ground with lingering fear. My eyes were trembling wildly, my hands and feet were weak, and I was filled with fear: "It's a prank. I was almost beaten into a patty, I couldn’t afford to offend him, so I ran away.”

After a serious fright, I fell asleep quickly for no apparent reason. Is this a so-called quirk?

The next day, the sun rose as usual, and the Zephyr Championship was held as usual.

It is rare that with so many towns and so many foreign tourists, there has not been even one unpleasant illegal incident in the Emerald City. It is really a gratifying miracle.

After washing up, we did not watch the game between human adventurers, but planned to continue to spar with the dragon and just watch.

Comparing is what dedicated people like Phoenix and I who are drifting away on the road of adventurers do, while fooling around is what Xiao Remi and four other little lolita and the beetle monster Xiao Zhi do. ​​As for watching, it is done by Seren, Breath of the Fire Dragon, works full-time.