Chapter 53 Elf Heavenly Soldier

Author: Leopard Head·Zero Recharge

Chapter 53 Elf Heavenly Soldier

Speaking of which, Dragorn now has four races.

Gnolls, goblins, kobolds, and Erlucats.

If he recruits more dog legs from different races, he can form the Eight Banners.

But how do you divide the colors?

Zhenghongqi dog-headed man? Zhengbaiqi Erlucat? Sorens soldiers werewolves? Green camp soldiers werewolves?

This kind of thing is so interesting and spicy!

Dragorn was so happy to think about it, but the Eight Banners still felt that it was not as localized as the battle group. It just so happened that there were many messy races in the multiverse. As long as you have the strength, it would be easy to gather twenty battle groups of different races.

By then, in the entire Golden Throne, and then introduce the Chaos Demon into the material world, Dragorn can happily play the live version of Warhammer.

After flying in the sky for a few times and confirming that there were no monsters nearby, Dragorn turned around and flew towards the dog-headed territory.

Now I'm waiting for blood honey. As soon as the blood honey arrives, he will go to Lindi Town to exchange gold coins and purchase supplies. I don't know if there is any catnip sold in Lindi Town.

A distance of more than a hundred kilometers was fleeting, and Dragorn returned to his loyal gangster battle.

It took him more than an hour to go back and forth, and the dog-killer had already cleared a clearing of the jungle. This kind of enthusiasm for work was so great that the werewolf, let alone the goblin.

If a zombie is just a dog-legged touching fish for a day, it will be impossible to burn, kill, loot and do whatever it takes, then the earthlings are simply scattering.

It has been several days since their organizational level is still about the same as there is no goblin in the tribes that were captured by Dragorn. In short, they just do whatever they want.

From this perspective, the Eight Banners system seems to be quite useful.

"Why or is it really the whole goblin flag?"

After thinking about it for a while, Dragorn gave up this idea. Just kidding, even the capitalists during the Civil War knew that slavery was abolished, Dragorn could not even be inferior to them, right?

Is the productivity of contracted labor no more than slaves?

"We have to find a way to make them move and create value!"

Dragorn was very distressed. Is there any way to make the goblins happy to mine for him?

Impossible?

It is useless to provoke the earthlings to fight against the earthlings, it will only inspire conflicts.

The werewolf killed so many goblins, and Dragorn thought about it and knew how sad and angry the remaining land was, and potential rebels were absolutely indispensable.

When the time comes, the goblins will definitely rebel. Dragorn even thought of the words to boost morale for them.

"The dragon, you must fight back at any time! You can't fight back if you don't fight back!"

"Think about it, you stayed in the tribe with your wife, digging ore and singing songs, and suddenly you were robbed by the dragon! So, a good day without a dragon is a good day!"

It would be better that there were a few more goblins who had lost their relatives in the battle crying loudly,

"My family originally lived in the Puri dense forest. There is a house and a mine at home, and life is endless! How could I know that mechanical dragon, he is arrogant and unreasonable! He raises his legs and is lawless! He burns my big house and takes my mine! My grandfather turned against him and was slapped by him with a claw! My grandmother called him bullying good deeds, and he used a machine gun to shoot him a hundred times and a hundred times!"

Thinking of this, Dragorn had many problems. He originally thought that there were elves and pearls in front of him, and the goblins wanted to survive and clean up, they had to be a dog for him.

Now it seems that the goblin may not have no idea of ​​his own...

At this time, you have to learn from Amei’s advanced experience.

Dragorn called two dragon girls, and after giving such guidance, the two dragon girls couldn't help but look at him with the devil's eyes.

"You really, Dragorn, it's really a pity to not be a devil."

Nesalio convinced and said, "If I had one-third of your sinisterness, the old mother dragon with five heads would be dead."

Nero also praised in an amazement: "Brother Dragorn, whenever I think I have seen you clearly, you can surprise me again."

“Low, low-key.”

Dragorn smiled and nodded, and said modestly: "I am also a pick-up person, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."

As he said that, he looked up at the sky and it was almost dusk.

"We will act when it gets dark, and we will write down all the lines?"

"I've written down all!"

Nesalio was a little excited. She loved such a bad thing as pushing people into the sea of ​​fire!

"Remember, don't speak the dragon language!"

"Set off!"

At night, the Great Goblin No. 1 Camp.

Grom was lying in the big tent in a lifeless manner. It had not eaten for three consecutive days.

Just three days ago, its father was killed by the monster-like dragon, and even the body was not left. Its brother was only one skull, his sister-in-law was killed in battle, and his nephew was even more dead.

It can be said that there is a deep blood feud between it and Dragorn.

Normally, even if a dead person like it surrenders, it is impossible for it to be in a high position. However, Dragorn was too lazy to be in charge of the matter. Hogg wanted to kill the roots, but he had no idea about the relationship between Grom and the old priest.

The old priests gathered from eight camps were killed by Hogg. The goblins who had lost their relatives in the eight camps were not allowed to eat them raw, so how could they tell them that they could not tell them?

If the dragon personally collects the dog, it would be fine. It would be too cold to be a dog for the dragon. Blood feud is not unbearable, but just werewolves want to ride on the heads of the earthlings?

Go dreaming!

So Grom has been lying firmly in the position of centurion until today.

But this made it even more resentful!

Silence is the highest contempt, it does not even have the qualification to be glanced at by a giant dragon!

How can this be tolerated for an angry Avenger!

But even if you can't stand it, how can a mere goblin resist the giant dragon?

When he thought of this, Grom felt as if he was so sad that he even regretted why he didn't die three days ago.

In this way, when it goes to the Supreme Chief's Kingdom of God to see his father, brother and sister-in-law, he can proudly tell them that he died bravely when he launched an attack on the dragon!

But what about now?

It can only lie in the tent and slowly decay!

Grom felt as if he was thinking about whether to go to Hogg to fight desperately, an arrogant female voice rang outside the camp.

"Short life seeds, come out immediately to welcome the elf's messenger."

This is, Elf Word?

Thanks to the knowledge that the old priest of the goblin was taught with sticks when he was young, Grom jumped up immediately after a brief moment of dazed, rolled and rushed out of the camp.

In the open space outside the camp, a black-haired elf dressed in extremely gorgeous clothes was impatiently looking at everything in the camp.

A few big goblin sentries were watching from a distance, and the other big goblins who heard the sound also walked out of the wooden house, looking at the elf with hope.

"You, you"

Grom wanted to speak, but the elf language that he hadn't had a chance to use for too long was almost forgotten.

It is anxious, but the more anxious it is, the less you can't remember the words.

"Okay, okay, can you understand the elf language?"

"Yes! Yes!"

Grom nodded repeatedly.

"I saved a spell position," the black-haired elf glanced at Grom impolitely and asked directly: "I heard you were attacked by a giant dragon? Tell me about the dragon's information."

“Yes, yes!”

Grom nodded with gritted teeth and was about to speak, but he realized that his language skills were not good.

"You just say it," the black-haired elf's attitude became worse and worse. "I have magic to let myself understand the language of your short-lived species."

The elf's attitude was like interrogating a slave, but Grom was more confident.

At first glance, this attitude is like an authentic elf old lady, who is so taller than that giant dragon. As long as the elf heavenly soldiers arrive, the deformed dragon will surely die?

Thinking of this, Grom's attitude became more and more humble, nodding and bowing, "Yes, we were attacked by a giant dragon, that was three days ago..."
Chapter completed!