Chapter 35 Dragorn is coming, and the Pure Jungle is peaceful

Author: Leopard Head·Zero Recharge

Chapter 35 Dragorn is coming, and the Pure Jungle is peaceful

The speed of the goblins bursting out when they escaped can always be unexpected. Even the big goblins who can fight the most have never forgotten this ability that has been circulated in their bloodlines.

The zombie was obviously surrounded and chased with hyenas and hyenoid beasts at the first time, but one-third of the goblin soldiers escaped from the siege.

"waste!"

Hog, who was still bleeding on his arm, was furious and picked up the zombie and spit out its face.

"Even chasing a group of scared goblins can fail. When you return to the tribe, get out and fish!"

Hog was so angry that he finally showed his face in front of Dragon with the head of the goblin chief, and then the trash was about to drag it back.

If you can't even do something like cleaning the battlefield, how can a dragon raise a hunting dog that can't catch a rabbit?

After a brief silence, it looked at the werewolf who had already begun to roll his eyes and asked coldly.

"Have you caught a living?"

Shi nodded with difficulty.

"Then you're not tied up!"

Hog swept the gnoll to the ground, turned around and walked to the throne of wood, and bowed to report.

"Boss, the hunter responsible for chasing the goblins successfully captured several prisoners."

"Well, go and ask how many spellcasters there are in the Goblin Tribe."

Dragon waved his claws at will, and Hogg stepped down respectfully. Not long after, after a series of miserable wails, Hogg came to report the information again.

"Three formal priests, and one mage who can throw fireballs..."

Dragorn slowly stroked his chin, his scarlet eyes dying.

The four spellcasters, excluding the possibility of the Goblin Lord, Supreme Chief, Magnubier suddenly descending to form and slapping him to death, should be the only existence in the Goblin tribe that can pose a threat to him.

Although he did not think there were many great casters in this monster tribe, for safety reasons, the gnolls should still be the leader, and Dragorn should use firepower to support him later.

This is also the routine of the traditional evil dragon. There is no way, this world is too dangerous. Who knows whether an old lady who looks ordinary carrying a basket will take out the spell scroll directly when you pass by and make a three-in-one-click series.

Lysis, dissociation, death one finger.

Not dead? Then do it again!

It really makes Long uneasy to think about it. Dragorn doesn't want to use his life to bet on the check, so...

He looked at the sneaky werewolf around him and sighed helplessly.

"Too few, just a few zombies can block how many spells?"

"I came to Puri Jungle and only did three things: collecting dogs, collecting dogs, and how about collecting dogs!"

"Lacking dogs, you must collect them at any time, you can't accept them if you don't collect them!"

If the purpose changes, the plan will naturally change.

Dragorn originally wanted to drive away the goblin tribe, expand the zombies' territory, increase output, so that more zombies can get rid of unstable collection work and devote themselves to a stable and developing mining industry.

But now, a small and large goblin tribe has four spellcasters, which greatly shocked Dragorn.

For the development of the Steel Machinery Dragon United Legion, in order to lead the people of the Western Mainland to the Zhuangkang Avenue of the market economy as soon as possible, and for the safety of the Supreme Corps Commander, he must find a way to take over the Goblin Tribe as a lackey.

After pondering for a moment, Dragorn called Hogg again.

"Hog, what do you think I can do to make the goblins living in dire straits voluntarily escape from the feudal and corrupt goblin tribe and join the first independent legion of our Steel Machinery Dragon United Legion?"

"this……"

Hog said that this is not simple. As long as you kill all the goblins who dare to take the lead in resisting, won’t the rest be honestly surrendered?

Wait, it suddenly remembered the instructions that Old Torius had given to it before leaving. He turned his eyes and spoke with a dog-legged temperament:

"Boss, I'm thinking. If you are a young dragon, you only need to spit out a breath and squirt 30% of the goblins, and the rest will rush to surrender."

"But you are still young now, and I'm afraid you have to kill 70% of the goblins, and the remaining goblins will give up against you."

"It seems to make some sense..."

Dragorn looked at Hog with a smile. He really didn't expect that this werewolf who looked like a muscular barbarian would even suppress dissidents, and even suppress them in advance!

It's really a bit simple.

However, what Hogg said does make some sense.

The Goblin Tribe is far stronger than the Blood Claw Tribe, and it can be seen from the number of spellcasters alone. If it is not weakened in advance, it will be detrimental to the internal unity of the legion.

Besides, anyway, burning, killing, looting and looting are all zombies. What does it have to do with the Dragon Master who is merciful and compassionate?

Just do it.

Dragorn's face darkened and he rebuked righteously: "What are you talking about? I came here with my fellow men to save the goblins who were also oppressed and bullied by the elves for no reason. How could he kill innocent people because of a little misunderstanding?"

"Don't say such things again in the future! By the way, the goblins may not know our purpose. When they arrive at the goblin tribe, you must tell them loudly that I, Dragorn, are here to save them!"

"I, Dragorn, will have it!"

"I'm Dragon, and the Pure Jungle is so peaceful!"

"Yes, yes! I understand!"

Hogg nodded repeatedly.

Dragorn laughed, raised his front paw and shot three times in a row, full of energy.

"Little ones, send troops to the big goblin!"

Eight sturdy gnolls raised their thrones and set out, Hog also passed Dragorn's orders to each gnoll.

Most werewolves do whatever they say, but their deputy was a little dissatisfied.

"Chief, we are the first to defect to the boss! Why do those weak goblins and mafia?"

"Shut up!"

Hogg glared at his deputy fiercely and spoke in an unrefutable tone: "This is the boss's order, and every gnoll must be executed!"

"Remember, no surrendered goblin is allowed to be killed!"

Looking at the still resentful adjutant, Hogg raised a hideous smile.

"I hope they can understand the gnolls."

The Great Goblin Tribe, the old Great Goblin High Priest, sat upright in the chief's tent, with his loose eyelids covering his dim and turbid eyes, and his voice seemed weak.

"You said the chief was burned to death by the dragon with flames?"

"Yes, yes, high priest!"

The big goblin soldier who was throwing his armor knelt on the ground and trembled constantly.

"I saw it with my own eyes! The dragon spits out flames as soon as it opens its mouth, and fifteen archers are blown to pieces in an instant!!!"

"The adjutant is dead! The chief is dead too! They are dead! They are dead!!!"

The high priest sighed silently and asked again: "How big is that giant dragon? What color is it?"

The defeated soldier trembled even more violently. After a long time, he said in a fearful voice: "The dragon is silver-white. It lies on the throne, probably as big as a erido-toothed beast..."

“It’s lying!”

The young priest who was listening glared at the defeated soldiers and couldn't help but ask, "The eridomon is so big? What do you mean is that the only one young dragon who killed our great chief and more than forty elite warriors?"

"I think you were scared! You actually made up such a lie that even goblins laughed when they heard it!"

"How dare I lie in front of the high priest?"

The defeated soldiers were all crying, it was really wronged. Why did they escape back to the tribe for desperately? Isn’t it just to bring back the chief’s last words? Otherwise, could they still be greedy for life and fear death?

"Don't make noise, silver white, first of all, the white dragon is excluded..."

The high priest muttered vaguely. After a long silence, it opened its eyelids with difficulty and spoke in a breathless manner.

"Go, go and summon the warriors. Go and all the warriors from any tribe are coming."

"I heard the oracle!"

"Whether it is a big goblin bear goblin or a goblin, as long as it can avenge the chief, it is the new big chief in the goblin jungle."

The young priest went out to convey the order, and the old priest collapsed on the chair tiredly, with a helpless smile on his old face.

"Old Toris, you lucky dog ​​thing!"

"How much shit did you step on for a metal dragon?

Suddenly, I found that it was 82,000 words. Dragorn was still beating a child in the novice village. Is the progress a little slow?
Chapter completed!