This war was even easier to win than the last one. Charles III looked at the bright crystal dragon above his head and couldn't help but clasp his fingers together, thanking the gods for sending such a powerful messenger.
Although he built such a large competition field with people and materials, he still didn't get to be a dragon rider, but he won the war with great victory, and the casualties of mankind were reduced to the minimum, which was better than killing the Lich King by himself on a dragon. This was his country, his warriors, and they... were all kept safe because of the pair of dragon riders in the sky!
"Thank you to the gods for leading us to victory!"
When Alex Qing led his army back to the rear, he was filled with praise. The elves played beautiful music, the dwarf girls presented him with a lot of jewels, and the humans sang and danced, throwing a lot of flowers and handkerchiefs at him. The accents of various tribes merged into a torrent of voices, shouting the names "Alex Qing" and "Christo".
Xiaolong had been keeping a low profile for hundreds of years and had no idea how to face such a scene. He subconsciously pulled his senior's sleeve and hid behind him. Alex Qing was used to big scenes. He calmly waved his sleeves and shouted to the smiling faces of those people: "Serve the people!"
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