Villain Lord: Both The Player And The Protagonist Want To Kill Me

Chapter 113 The Third Prince Of Orcs

Dead desert, dusk.

The bloody setting sun converges into the yellow sand of the desert.

The third prince of the orc royal court, Perro Dreadhammer, took off his animal skin boots.

Suddenly a sour smell overflowed.

It touched its own feet, put it on the dog's nose and smelled it, with a hint of intoxication in its eyes.

Then, "suck it" and take a lick.

There is a lack of water in the desert, and sour things help produce more saliva in the mouth.

Perro Dreadhammer is a powerful dragon-veined kobold whose great-grandfather is a ferocious red dragon.

And its great-grandmother.

Apparently an ordinary kobold.

Maybe not that ordinary either.

After all, it caused a red dragon to have sex with it, and the birth was finally successful.

Relying on the pure red dragon blood in their bodies, these dragon-veined kobolds have undergone metamorphosis, and each of them has grown taller and stronger than the jackals.

And Pelo Terrorhammer is the leader among them. When he reached adulthood, he had grown dragon wings on his back and became a fifth-level creature, which is equivalent to the human Earth Knight level.

Today, Perlo Horrorhammer has entered middle age.

Its strength has also become more terrifying, reaching the sixth level.

And in a state of extreme anger.

It can even stimulate the dragon veins in the body to reach the astonishing seventh level, that is, the power of a champion knight, within three minutes.

It is true that among all the orc princes, even if he activates the dragon vein, he is still the weakest.

However, in the battle for the orc crown prince, personal strength can only account for a very small part, and the strength of the army under his command is the most important.

Just like the more than 500 desert dragons and more than 20,000 kobold warriors under its command.

This is what Pelo Terrorhammer relies on.

Now, Perlo Dreadhammer has one more person to rely on, and that is a staff member it recently recruited.

This is a human being named Allen.

It is said that their encounter was full of drama and coincidence, but Perlo Horrorhammer believed that it was all guided by fate.

This starts with Pelo Terrorhammer’s cultural quality.

Because he had some superficial dragon heritage in his mind, Perlo had always thought that he was different from those rude orcs.

It is a cultured kobold.

It is not only proficient in kobold language, dragon language, and orc language, but also has extensive research on the continent's common language and elven language.

It loves reciting poems and composing poems.

To celebrate the beauty of life.

Of course, I will occasionally sing about my own greatness and legend.

Yesterday at noon, it was full of poetry.

Standing on the vast expanse of desert, looking at the yellow sand in the sky, I felt something for a moment and read aloud:

“The desert scenery is so beautiful.”

"There's sand, rocks and grass."

"You can eat and take a shower."

"Even the beast god can't compare to him."

At that time, after reading this poem, Perlo Terrorhammer was shocked by his talent.

It immediately ordered the kobolds around it to record this poem that would surely be passed down through the ages.

This is a special style of writing that dates back to ancient times and is said to have been created by the Creation Dragon.

Not only is it concise, but it also expresses your ideas accurately.

It's much better than those stinky and long poems written by bards.

However, before it could recover from its complacency, someone suddenly read loudly from behind a broken cliff:

"When the sun rises, the yellow sand is thousands of miles golden."

"Therefore, the bright moon is in the sword ring."

"The cavalry drinks all the wine before riding."

"Let the west wind pass through the pass."

After hearing this poem, Pero Terrorhammer immediately became excited.

Can’t be wrong! That's what it feels like.

It composed thousands of poems but never captured the sense of rhythm.

Under the expectant gaze of Perlo Dreadhammer, a young human knight walked out from behind the broken cliff.

Since one person and one dog have the same hobbies, they hit it off immediately and soon became inseparable and became one with each other.

After some in-depth understanding.

Perlo Dreadhammer knew Allen's identity.

He turns out to be a down and out knight.

His family became victims in the turmoil of the Cologne Empire. Now all his relatives are dead, leaving him alone wandering around.

Perlo Dreadhammer lamented Allen's misfortune, and was even more shocked by Allen's wisdom. It did not despise Allen because he was just a human.

Instead, he recruited Allen as his staff.

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"Your Highness, Third Prince, you think this dusk is so wonderful, why don't we sing a poem to praise it?"

Allen appeared behind Pero Terrorhammer like a ghost, his weathered cheeks contrasting somewhat with his slightly feminine voice.

Perlo Terrorhammer put on his shoes, licked his dog's paws, and looked at the sunset on the horizon.

An inspiration suddenly appeared in his heart, he nodded and grinned:

"What Mr. Ailun said is absolutely true, so I will make a fool of myself and ask Mr. Ailun to correct me."

"Your Highness, please."

Perlo Terrorhammer was very satisfied with Allen's respectful attitude. This came from the recognition of a master, unlike those kobolds who only know how to slap shit.

Its vanity was greatly satisfied at this moment, and it seemed to have more inspiration in its heart.

"Ahem..."

It cleared its throat and read loudly:

"Look at the sun, it's big and round."

"Look at these clouds, they are red and soft."

"Look at the sky, it's tall and wide."

"Look at us, we are so sweet."

The corner of Allen's mouth twitched slightly, but he still pretended to be surprised and praised loudly:

"As expected of you, Your Highness."

"The four lines of your poem are neatly matched. In just four lines, the beautiful scenery of the sunset in the desert is vividly described. Moreover, the sentence structure is so short and exquisite. The four circles, soft, wide and sweet are just right. It gives people an ultimate feeling from the five senses. Beauty…”

Allen boasted wildly to Pelo Terrorhammer.

He praised him so much that the kobold prince's tail was raised high, and the small eyes on the dog's face were slightly squinted, looking like he was enjoying himself.

Seeing that the fire was almost done, Allen suddenly changed the subject and suggested:

"Your Highness, I heard that the Orc Royal Court is making a deal with the Kingdom of Andorra."

"The transaction location is at the border of the Andorra Empire. I heard that the second prince is still leading the team. Why don't we go there and have a look?"

"Yeah, let's go and see, go and see."

Perlo Terrorhammer was still immersed in Allen's praise for him. What exactly Allen had said just now, his overloaded dog brain could only analyze a little bit.

"Then should we take the flying dragon troops with us? I heard that His Royal Highness the Second Prince also has a relatively strong military force, so it seems safer to bring the flying dragon troops with us."

Allen hid his body behind Pero Terrorhammer, with a strange smile on his lips.

"Yeah, yeah, bring it all, bring it all."

"Okay, Your Highness, shall I go down and deliver the order?"

"go Go."

Perlo Terrorhammer smiled and threw his token into Allen's hand nonchalantly.

It wasn't until Allen left for a long time that Pero Terrorhammer became more sober as his mind gradually calmed down.

The ultimate purpose of its return this time was to arrive directly at the royal capital and catch the second prince off guard while he was handling matters at the border.

However, it seemed like it had just promised something incredible?