White Dragon Lord

The army continued to advance, and the dragon brothers and sisters returned one after another on the way, and the team reached the forest where the ogre tribe was located until it was late.

Amos saw the logo of the ogre tribe at the edge of the forest, a pile of heads built into a pyramid, which is a common way for savage humanoids to mark their territory, using the head of the enemy to warn visitors that there are ogres ahead The clan's territory.

Generally speaking, the strength of the clan can be roughly inferred from the number and type of heads, but the pile of heads in front of them is seriously weathered and seems to have existed for a long time.

Amos's dragon wings slapped and smashed his head into powder and blew it away. The white dragon was originally looking for trouble.

The rain continued to fall, falling on the white dragon and sliding down the scales. Amos looked solemnly at the forest in front of him.

This ogre tribe has a long inheritance time, and it is very likely that it existed here 10,000 years ago. For such a long time, the ghost knows how many traps they have set up in the forest.

Team 1, 2 Nightcrawlers! Pathfinder!

Yes! Master.

A total of 20 murlocs from the two teams walked towards the forest. The murlocs were thieves among the murlocs, most of them were black-scale murlocs.

They are hunters in the dark night. They are familiar with all kinds of poisons and traps. They are highly skilled in combat. They are the first choice for pathfinder pioneers. At least half of the family members are night walkers.

The nightcrawlers went ahead to explore the way, and Amos flew into the sky to determine the direction of the ogre tribe, and ordered the murlocs to cut down trees to create passages for siege machines to pass through.

Amos watched the progress of the murlocs cutting down trees, and roughly calculated that it would take two days to open the passage.

Felicia suggested, Why don't you wait for the rain to stop, then set it on fire.

Amos shook his head.

There are a lot of great guys on the main island.

Amos didn't want to attract the attention of the legends on the main island. If a boring guy was attracted by the fire of the burning island, he would play a big game. Before stepping into the legend, it is better to keep a low profile.

Time passed slowly while waiting.

A murloc nightcrawler sprang out of the forest and ran to the front of the White Dragon Lord and knelt down on one knee.

Master, we were ambushed by gnolls and asked for support.

Gnoll?

Amos remembered the gnolls that he occasionally saw in the ogre tribe. They were different from the scrawny dog people in the outer villages. They were real gnolls. It seemed that the ogres were not completely brainless. , selected strong gnolls as subordinates.

Old Blind Eye, you bring two teams of Nightcrawlers and two teams of Tide Hunters to support, continue to move forward, and clear the obstacles to logging.

Yes!

After Amos gave the order, he lowered his head and asked the Nightcrawler who asked for help, How is the trap investigation?

We found three traps, all of which have fallen into disrepair and are useless.

Amos frowned. This was something he didn't expect, but he was relieved quickly. It was himself that he fell into a misunderstanding of thinking.

According to Amos' character, he will never give up until he builds his old nest into an impregnable wall for ten thousand years. These ogres are on an isolated island in the sea and have no opponents for a long time, and have long since lost what the evil race should have. vigilance.

However, Amos would not despise the ogres at all because of this, and it is strange that there are no trump cards at the bottom of the box that can be passed down for such a long time.

At present, it can only see the tricks.

Old Jimmy, send more people to speed up the progress of the passage.

Yes.

Elena, manipulate animals to monitor every move of the ogres at all times.

Okay, brother.

As a 3rd-level Druid, Elena can easily control some small animals such as birds, and the ogres would never expect to be in the dragon team.

There will be a druid who is close to nature.

Boom boom boom.

Night was coming, and Amos looked up at the gloomy sky. The lightning and thunder never ceased. The rain was getting heavier and louder, cracking on the leaves, and the low-lying areas in the forest became a stream of water.

Tomorrow is destined to be a day of bloodshed.

...

What? Murlocs? Intruders?

Yes, chief, so said the gnoll guard.

In the stone fort in the center of the ogre tribe, the two-headed ogre chief sat on the animal hide throne and listened to the reports of the ogre subordinates.

The two heads with eyes in the head of the ogre chief said angrily: Where did these murlocs have the courage to offend the noble Skull Crush Clan?!

The one-eyed and one-horned heads in the two heads roared loudly: Gol is going to crush them!

Shut up! Gur! Your ears hurt!

The one-eyed head embarrassedly touched his one horn and smiled shyly: Okay, Garou.

Garou said gruffly, Ah! Huck, bring in that gnoll who was the messenger!

Yes, Chief.

Huck the ogre went out with his staff, and soon returned with a gnoll.

As soon as the gnoll entered the house, he knelt on the ground and quickly climbed to the feet of the ogre chief, his tail wagging like a dog, and kissed the steps under the ogre chief's feet.

Gnoll Mosshide salutes you! Noble Skullshatter Chief! Mighty Master!

Hahaha! Gul was coaxed by the gnoll's flattery to make him laugh.

Garou said with a frightening smile: Very good, humble gnoll, tell me the information you brought.

Our gnoll team was stationed in the camp in the forest. A group of murlocs who appeared out of nowhere attacked us. The rest of the team died. Only I managed to escape.

Before the gnoll could finish speaking, the ogre chief kicked the gnoll away.

Trash! Even the murlocs can't win! Are you guys eating shit?!

The gnoll curled up in a ball on the ground and said with difficulty: Chief, those murlocs are different, they can sneak, and they all have iron daggers.

what?

The ogre chieftain and ogre magician in the hall all exclaimed.

Ogre tribes have a heritage, they enslaved kobolds to mine ore to forge weapons, and they know what it means to have iron in their hands.

They are being targeted by an equally powerful force.

Gul'garu's face was solemn.

Careful.

The gnoll slowed down for a while, and said with lingering fear: Those murlocs are well-trained and cooperate very well with each other. After that, I reported to the brigade captain, and then I hurriedly came to report to you, Master.

After speaking, the gnoll looked at Gulgaru with a flattering smile.

Very well, you did a good job, I exempt you from slave status, and you are my servant from now on, Huck, take it down.

Praise you! Great master!

The gnoll hurriedly knelt on the ground and kissed the cold slate passionately.

Huck dragged the jolly gnoll out on the hind legs.

The two-headed ogre chieftain stayed alone in the empty hall. It crossed the chins of the two heads with its hands, leaned back on the animal hide throne, and meditated for a long time before muttering to itself.

White Dragon?!