"I have 531 desert flying dragons under my command. The color is earthy yellow, so I hope that your majesty will also disguise the flying dragons under his command in this color to avoid being fooled... um..."

This is easy to say, just let the players go roll around in the swamp when the time comes.

He had seen the map before.

The junction of the Orc Royal Court and the Andorra border, near the Sorundo Mountains.

There is indeed a small oasis.

You should be able to find swampland there, but even if you don't, you can just roll into the mire.

Xiwei then looked down.

"There are 31,478 kobolds in the legion, of which 8,563 are female kobolds and 457 are cubs."

"Weapons are generally worn-out long swords, knives and sticks, etc. They wear leather armor. They like to lick their feet and pick their buttocks. Some of them even like to throw shit???"

See here.

Xiwei covered her face in grief.

Thank you so much Ellens.

He didn't need to think about it to guess how broken and tormented Aarons was during the process of collecting intelligence. The more detailed the information, the more painful it was.

He decided to wait for Irons to return to Winter City.

He must be named a "martyr"!

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Chapter completed!