: Nothing to be the case

Author: Leopard Head·Zero Recharge

: Nothing to be the case

Hearing the word "elves", Dragorn couldn't help but recall the boots that fell from the sky before...the hidden weapon, and his eyes gradually became cold.

"How strong are they? How many warriors are there?"

"There are at least fifty squads of ten-man Rangers," the old zodiac said softly: "The elves' territory is tightly defended and no monsters are allowed to step on."

"Is this how?" Dragorn pondered for a moment, looking at the circle representing the elves on the ground, which accounted for one-third of the total area of ​​the jungle.

"Judged by your experience, how many people can the elves' territory support at most?"

"this…"

The old werewolf pondered for a long time before he answered uncertainly: "Maybe fifty one hundred people, maybe seventy one hundred people. If the wood elves are still fishing in the coastal areas, their number may reach one hundred one hundred people."

Ten thousand wood elves...

Dragorn was a little helpless, and this number really exceeded his response.

Not to mention that he is just a young dragon, even a five-colored dragon of the middle-aged level will be difficult to get benefits against the elves of this level.

There must be at least one or two great wizards in the elves of ten thousand people, right? In addition, there are definitely priests and druids, and hundreds of kitchen knife professions. Killing a young dragon cannot be said to be a minor meaning, but at most it means medium.

A cricket made of iron and turned into wood and turned into a single instant.

"You must get cannon fodder,"

Dragorn looked at the other smaller circles and turned to look at the old werewolf.

"Torres, how many people do your tribe have?"

"Five one hundred and seventy-nine werewolves," the old werewolves said calmly: "Before I was expelled from the tribe, there were three priests, three one hundred and fifty-eight hunters, one hundred and seventy-two collectors, twenty-seven recruits, and nineteen cubs."

"In addition to the werewolves, there are forty-six hyenas, seventeen hyenodons, five trolls, and two hundred and three korn slaves."

"How did you do it?"

Dragorn was a little surprised: "As far as I know, the normal gnoll tribe has only 200 gnolls at most, and it will split even more."

"I learned about elves and divided the tribe into three parts."

The old werewolf pointed to the river beside the map and said proudly: "Along the river, every three sunsets lead the guard to another tribe to station, and arrange work for each werewolf. None of them dared to resist me until seven sunsets."

Speaking of this, it couldn't help but sigh.

"I'm too old to defeat those young boys anymore. The tribe doesn't support elderly losers, so I can only leave."

A bandit gang composed of nearly a thousand monsters, Dragorn was thinking about the combat power of the old werewolf tribe and felt that he could touch it.

As we all know, the gnoll's spell ability is even more pitiful than that of the goblin. Without the threat of the caster, Dragorn will fight and leave as he wants, and there will be no danger.

Do the natives of cold weapons still want to shoot the second-generation aircraft?

Even if they can break Dragorn's super steel armor, they will be a great success.

Now there is only one problem,

"What are the flying monsters in this jungle?"

Dragorn asked in a deep voice.

"Flying monster,"

The old werewolf recalled carefully, "There is a nest of two-legged flying dragons on the territory of the dog-headed people, and there are many giant wasps on the territory of the goblins. A big roc lives at the highest point of the mountain, and a Chimera on the edge of the mountain."

"It is said that there is a half-green dragon on the other side of the jungle, but I just heard of it."

"No real dragon?"

Dragon asked.

"There was not in the past, but from now on, the great dragon will surely rule the jungle."

"Not the useless thing to pull it off," Dragorn grinded his claws and spoke in a serious tone.

"Are you sure there is no real dragon?"

"I have never heard of a dragon living in this jungle," the old werewolf answered in a affirmative tone, but then it seemed to remember something and hurriedly said, "But when I was young, I heard that a long time ago, a giant dragon hunted elves in this jungle."

"What happened later?"

Dragorn raised his spirits, "To be specific, what kind of dragon is it? The year of the Azure Dragon or the prime dragon?"

"this……"

The old werewolf showed a look of embarrassment on his face, and bent down again, with a humble tone: "Great dragon, I dare not deceive you. Old Torius only heard that the dragon was expelled, and I really don't know more than that."

"It doesn't matter, the loser doesn't matter."

Dragorn has always been tolerant to useful people, and then asked for information that is more about his vital interests.

"All the three priests are spellcasters?"

"Yes, three priests, two of them are apprentices."

The old werewolf replied without thinking: "Addresses can make the enemy weak at most, while the high priest Old Sak can directly damage the enemy with sound waves."

"Sound wave..."

Dragorn was somewhat glad to ask in advance, and the essence of sound waves is vibration, which is very unfriendly to crystals, and steel is just crystals.

“What are its characteristics?”

"Old Sack is as old as me, wearing a robe with a cane, and the hair on his head is about to fall off."

Very good, with obvious characteristics. Dragorn decided that whenever he saw the bald werewolf, he would directly send it to the god he believed in with a high-explosive armor-piercing bomb.

Afterwards, Dragorn asked a lot of information in detail and roughly figured out the distribution of power in this jungle.

There is no doubt that the real thing about this jungle is only the elves. As for the other scattered evil monsters, they are deliberately left by the elves, with the purpose of stopping the endless harassment of some adventurers who want money and live.

In the middle of the moon, Dragorn stretched his dragon wings hard, and his arms that had been completely repaired were looking at the old werewolf.

"It's almost OK, you go and have a rest."

"No, no, how can we let the great dragon vigil in person?"

The old werewolf nodded and bowed in fear and fear, "Let Lao Torres come. I have been living in this jungle. No one waswolf knows the jungle better than me."

"It's useless to do it," Dragorn turned around and continued fishing. "I don't need sleep, and you will lead us tomorrow, so don't miss it."

"Old Toris was so excited that he couldn't sleep when he thought of doing things for the great dragon."

The old werewolf's eyes turned and jumped into the water with a thud.

Not long after, Dragorn "fished" another big fish.

But Dragorn was not very happy. He glared at the old gnoll and spoke seriously.

"What's the point of fishing like this?"

“Is this still fishing?”

"Old Toris, you are a talent, and I value you very much."

"Don't do such cleverness again in the future. If you don't use the example, do you know?"

The old werewolf was slightly stunned, then nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, no example, I know, no example..."
Chapter completed!