Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!

The battle is over.

The two ancient dragons, with an overwhelming advantage, destroyed the proud tower of the orc settlement and their strongest boss.

certainly......

This is also normal,

After all, Gu Long has already dispatched his strongest fighting force.

Olivia, the strongest ancient dragon, and the new star hatched by the emperor himself in this new era.

Now the great-grandson and grandson looked at the messy battlefield. Both of them had no expressions on their faces. They just calmly admired this chaotic and dilapidated land.

But...suddenly,

The corners of Olivia's eyes began to twitch slightly, and her breathing became strange.

It's all gone...

There was an irrepressible desolation in Olivia's voice.

I have been following...the project for more than a hundred years...just...all gone...

Yes!

This terrifying super giant orc tribe was actually carefully cultivated by Olivia and a group of ancient dragons!

It would be better to say that many civilized races in the world today are able to quickly enter the era of prosperity under the guidance of ancient dragons.

Originally, this group of orcs was the focus of Olivia's training in this era.

Over several epochs, the spiritual beings of each race eliminated other races, built a unified civilization, and then moved towards absolute harmony.

But only the orcs, a race with endless potential, have never dominated an era.

Olivia intends to test the possibility of this race.

However......

These orcs, under the leadership of a wise boss, fell into the same pit again and again without hesitation...

This is not the first time Olivia has dealt with this orc boss.

For the first time, the orc boss wanted to build a sky-high tower to contact existences outside the planet, but Olivia demolished the tower and beat him up.

The second time, the orc boss refused to give up and built another taller tower, but was blasted by Olivia again.

This is now the third time.

Olivia knew that this fool had no hope.

However, once he dies, the entire orc tribe will inevitably fall into division and internal strife...

The Philemon Empire of the elves next door is thriving under the management of the gods,

If the orcs fall behind at this time, they will definitely lose the opportunity to compete for the dominance of civilization.

On the other side, Princess Gu Long's great-granddaughter, Demetria, was also looking at the ruined battlefield, with another kind of indescribable melancholy on her cold face like her grandmother.

——I’ve been flying with my grandma all day, and I really want to go to the toilet...

Olivia: Now that the poet is dead, the orcs have lost a leader they can trust and will inevitably fall into civil war. This orc civilization, which was finally united, will fall apart in an instant. The emperor's grand plan There will be heavy losses as a result.”

Olivia: Demetria, tell me, if it were up to you to decide, what would you do?

Demetria: Watching a show?

Olivia sighed: That's okay.

Demetria: What does grandma think we should do?

Deep Guidance.

A look of exhaustion appeared on Princess Gu Long's serious face.

The ancient dragon is the servant of fate,

And fate is the judge of this great reincarnation.

The referee needs to prepare the stage for the players to appear on the stage, needs to maintain the fairness of the game, and needs to allow those players who are either arrogant or angry to sit down and listen to them calmly.

The latter two were the work of the emperor himself.

Olivia, on the other hand, needs to prepare the ultimate stage for the emperor and his opponents.

The previous five attempts have all failed.

Olivia must let this era bloom with new possibilities.

Olivia wants this orc tribe to continue to unite and develop until one day in the future, it will have a decisive battle with the Philemon Empire to decide who will rule this planet for tens of thousands of years to come.

But Olivia cannot achieve this goal directly with violence and authority.

Olivia didn't want the shadow of the ancient dragon to hang over these civilizations for a lifetime.

then.

She made her decision.

Olivia: Demetria.

Demetria: Grandma?

Olivia: I'm going to stay here for a while. It's up to you to handle the issues in the Sand Capital.

Demetria nodded in agreement.

Then, Princess Gu Long's figure suddenly collapsed, and ten short, wretched green creatures ran out from Princess Gu Long's snow-white robe.

These little creatures have the same cold and tired eyes as Princess Gu Long.

It's like losing my mother...

This is Olivia using magic to hide her true body and create ten fart puppets.

Olivia's perception has swept across the entire orc tribe. She wants to select the ten strongest orcs from this chaotic group of orcs, help them as a fart strategist, and compete for the next orc as soon as possible. Super boss.

This plan is undoubtedly dirty, tiring, and extremely unseemly.

but......

That's Olivia's job.

Everyone thinks that Princess Gu Long is the judge of the mortal world and the messenger of fate, possessing supreme power.

But at the end of the day...

Isn't she still just a messenger...

Of course, Olivia thinks it's good to be a messenger.

At least now, if Olivia encounters a problem that she can't solve on her own, Olivia can still ask the emperor for help, and the emperor will know everything.

If she waits until the planning stage of the mortal world is over, the original gods withdraw, the emperor falls into a deep sleep, and the rise and fall of the entire ancient dragon race and the entire mortal world is fully handed over to her...

That's the real nightmare.

never mind.......

Got to work.

The ten farts patted their cheeks, adjusted the expressions on their faces, and after confirming that the smiles on their faces were obscene enough to deserve a beating, the farts finally boldly rushed into the crowd of orcs.

At this moment, Demetria suddenly spoke:

Grandma.

The ten farts turned their heads together: What's the matter?

that.....

Demetria hesitated to speak: When I went out today...the prophecy the emperor told us, is it true?

When the farts heard this, they were rarely sincerely amused: Can't you hear it? The emperor is joking with us.

We are dragons, why do we have an affair with a foreign race?

The farts said lightly:

Moreover, how is it possible that my sister, my sister, and your three dragons' incestuous partners are all humans?

That's too ridiculous.

There is no possibility at all.

Olivia didn't take the emperor's words to heart at all.

Olivia has been with the emperor for many years and is very familiar with her.

Although the emperor is serious about Long, he doesn't like to joke very much.

But even if the emperor is not joking, then the emperor's prediction is not 100% accurate.

Although the emperor is called the beast of cause and effect, she does not have all the final say in the cause and effect of the world.

For example, as long as another mistress of time and the infinite world who can control cause and effect starts to cause trouble, the emperor's prediction will also have serious deviations.

This is normal.

Between the Broken Saint causing trouble and messing up the emperor's thoughts, and Olivia, her sister and great-granddaughter being reduced to a human harem within two years, no matter how you look at it, it's the former. The possibility is higher.

So Demetria doesn't have to worry.

Farts: Don't worry, go to the Sand Capital. All the people living there are sand people, not humans.

After another word of comfort to Demetria, the Farts rushed into the green ocean and could no longer be found.