In the late autumn night wind, Qili Gray Scale hunched over and quickly shuttled through the woods, like a ghost in the dark night.

At this time, he had left the territory of the Gray Scale Dog-Headed Tribe and entered the hunting ground of the Mossy Gnoll Tribe.

When Qili thought that he was about to see the terrifying werewolf wizard again, he couldn't help but shudder.

If he could, he didn't want to betray his own tribe, but he had no choice.

Aww~!

The howling of the wolf broke the silence of the night sky, Qili Gray Scale raised his energy and took out something from the crotch and held it tightly in his hand.

The one who howled just now was the wolf-raising the captives of the werewolf. They were the hunting companions of the werewolf, the sentinels in the dark, and the nightmare of the gray-scaled dog-headed man. If it weren't for the things in his hand, he wouldn't dare to get close at all.

After a while, pairs of green eyes appeared in the woods ahead, staring at the invaders, which was very terrifying.

The dangerous aura approached, and he quickly raised his hand to show what was in his hand. It was a fang, or to be precise, a wolf tooth.

With wolf teeth in hand, Qili was more confident, regardless of whether there was anyone in the forest opposite, he shouted loudly: "Take me to see Lord Mosa!"

A wolf as huge as a horse walked out of the shadow silently and came to the moonlight. Its nose wrinkled and exposed its sharp teeth with canine teeth intertwined, and its smelly saliva oozed out from the gaps between the teeth and dripped along its chin.

Fortunately, the wolf is controlled by its owner, and it is a werewolf. He rode on the back of the wolf, with a whip hanging around his waist and a spear in his hand.

The spear lifted the wolf teeth in the dog-headed man's hand into the air. The werewolf caught it, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, and then threw it to the dog-headed man. Then he clamped the wolf under his crotch with his legs and turned around and left.

"Follow me."

Through the jungle, Qili followed the Gnoll Rangers to the Mossy Gnoll Base Camp.

The Mossy Gnoll Camp is built on a low mountain. The trees within two hundred meters of the mountain have been cut down and obstacles such as large stones have been cleaned up.

Going further inside is a log wall around the foot of the mountain. There is an arrow tower every distance, and the sentries on the arrow tower will clearly see the situation around the tribe.

Under the leadership of the Gnove Rangers, Qili Gray Scale successfully passed through the village gate and entered the inside of the Gnove tribe.

Like the dog-headed man, there are a large number of dirty animal-skinned tents in the Gnove tribe, and only the center of the tribe, that is, there are several houses made of wood and straw around the top of the mountain. This is the residence of the top people in the Mossy Gnove tribe.

On the top of the mountain is a stone house covering a wide area.

By human standards, this stone house can only be said to be sloppy, but with the civilization level of wild monsters, it is undoubtedly a great building.

He brought Qili to the stone house, and the Gnoll Rangers and his companions guarding the stone house said a few words. The stone house guard opened the door and signaled Qili to walk in.

Waited for a while in the empty, dark stone house hall.

Crunch ~.

With one hand, the old werewolf with a crutch, and the hunched back walked in, and the sound of the crutch was so awake in the quiet stone house.

Qili Gray Scales shivered and buried his head lowered. He knew that the old werewolf in front of him seemed weak, but in fact he hidden a powerful force that ordinary people could not understand.

"Tell me, what have you seen?"

“…”

After a while, in the dark crypt, the high-level zombie secret wizard, Mosa Mosspi, stood with his hands down, and repeated the information brought by the dog-headed man to the elves of the Thorn Throne.

After listening to the story of his family, Olivia's mouth turned into an elf-shaped green dragon - a sarcastic curve raised.

"Develop agriculture to hoard grain, build armor and train soldiers, slogans brainwash and loyal education, and the red baby who is not doing his job~."

That's right, in the eyes of the Orthodox Five-Colored Dragon, the Red Dragon is indeed a guy who is not doing his job properly.

Develop agriculture and hoard food?

Why do you do these useless things? You can't eat them (the dragon likes to eat meat). Isn't it enough to die for those useless little embryos rolling in the mud?

Train soldiers and build weapons?

The most powerful thing about the dragon is itself, not a secular army. A great dragon only needs to eat and sleep well, and can absorb power from its bloodline over time and become stronger and stronger.

Brainwashing slogans, loyal education?

This is even more outrageous. The monsters worship the incomparable power of the dragon clan. Maintaining enough power to intimidate no one dares to betray it. Without power, everything is a castle in the air.

On the side, Mosa Yupi saw that his master was in a happy mood and spoke tentatively: "Great Master Olivia, under your wise leadership, the enemy's foundation has been found out. Your most loyal servant is ready to give you a great victory. Just wait for your order, I will tie that little boy back to you."

"No, the offensive plan was cancelled," thought for a while, Olivia waved her hand.

After knowing that she had an extra neighbor of the same kind, she ordered her family to install spies to spy on intelligence and set out to prepare for war. Now that she knows her opponent's winter offensive plan, she is not in a hurry.

The desire for conspiracy is buried deep in the blood of the Green Dragon, and playing with opponents in their palms can make them more excited and satisfied than a vulgar destruction of opponents.

"Since he will come to him by himself, why not give him a surprise."

The opponent is only a young red dragon, and he is the young green dragon that is about to become an adult. Even though the red dragon is the leader of the five-colored dragon, there is no possibility of winning at the same age of two large ages.

In Olivia's eyes, victory is within reach, and she must enjoy the process.

"Hahaha~, I really want to see the red dragon cub what kind of expression I would look like~."

When she thought that Red Dragon thought victory was expected, she suddenly burst into pieces and smashed his dreams when she was in full swing. She felt extremely excited.

"Surprise! Panic! Leave everything and run away! Um..."

"This is not possible," Olivia murmured to himself on the Throne of Thorns: "A red dragon will be a good thug. Grab him, train him, and make him surrender forever to the feet of the great Olivia."

I have a good plan to wait until I become an adult, let the Red Dragon go out for a walk, attract those stupid dragon-slaying warriors, and then...

"Oh hehehehehehehe~," Thinking of the smugness, Olivia couldn't help laughing.

Mosa Mopi has long been accustomed to this. He has seen such scenes many times. Every time he hears such laughter, someone will be in trouble.

When the master laughed and stopped, he knew that his mission was coming.

"Master, please give me the next instructions."
Chapter completed!