What era is it, still traditional card making

Chapter 42 I can't win at all, I don't understand (please read on)

"reason."

Ye Qiong said this sentence calmly, he would not believe it if he surrendered without reason.

"My murloc tribe's strength is far inferior to yours."

"and also."

"I am not your opponent. Your spiritual power is as vast as the sea, and it has reached the peak of a high-level monster."

As expected, he is the one with the most profound knowledge among the murlocs, and even used idioms, but Ye Qiong still said relentlessly:
"not enough."

Mogor was silent. He knew what Ye Qiong was referring to. He was also a monster specializing in spiritual power. He naturally understood the state of the Goblin King at this time.

A mental force pressed against his shoulders, and he felt the pressure suddenly increase.

"You still missed one of the most crucial things."

"Your condition is not particularly good. I am afraid that you will return to the Mother Sea soon."

This murloc is pretty good at talking. The so-called mother sea is the habitat of Tiamat, the mother of monsters. Returning to the mother sea is a high EQ term for "death".

Ye Qiong knew this sentence while playing Goblin Sage's text adventure game. Every time he died, eight words would be written on the diary: "You have returned to the Mother Sea."

The idea of ​​the murloc prophet is very simple, he just wants them to surrender, anyway, you won't live long, so it's good to pretend to be a courtier, this way you have face, and we don't need to see blood, it's the best of both worlds.

If Ye Qiong were a sage king, I am afraid he would really accept their submission, and taking down thousands of murlocs without a single soldier would be an extremely cost-effective deal, but unfortunately, he was not .

A powerful spiritual coercion hit Mogor, Ye Qiong said:

"You seem to have misunderstood a prerequisite. The purpose of my coming here is to launch a territorial war and make you surrender. It's just incidental. Moreover, I don't need this kind of disloyal surrender."

Mogol sensed that something was wrong, and just wanted to escape, but was punched by Sharut on the side and lay on the ground.

Ye Qiong slowly walked down from the frame, looked down at Mogol, and said condescendingly: "If you hide behind, it might be a little troublesome, but I didn't expect that you would come to the door on your own initiative."

Kicking on Mogor's body, interrupting its spellcasting, this is the disadvantage of mages. Once they are approached, shaking before casting spells is enough to kill them.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Mogor said with his pupils flushed and gritted his teeth.

"Didn't you say it? A territorial war, and your absolute loyalty."

"Impossible, I can't let go of my sea of ​​consciousness." Mogor replied without hesitation.

Once he let go of the sea of ​​consciousness, he would be reduced to the opponent's puppet, and as a monster specializing in spiritual power, he knew exactly what the opponent was thinking.

"I have only one condition, to plant my spiritual imprint in your sea of ​​consciousness."

Mogor remained silent. If he really agreed, his life and death would be completely in the hands of the other party.

Ye Qiong didn't give him much time to think, and ordered the Poison Demon King to poison the river.

The murlocs in the river had actually been watching the negotiations on the shore, and they were already filled with embarrassment and anger.

Now the Goblin King wants to kick his nose on his face and throw poison into the river, how can he bear it?Really think of them as fish on the chopping board, you can handle them at will?
He jumped to the shore on the spot and started fighting with goblins, tauren, and cat demons.

Mogor still refused to give up, and continued to persuade: "Your subjects will suffer heavy casualties if you continue like this."

"It does not matter."

"They'll be upset with you in their hearts."

"It doesn't matter either."

Mogor was annoyed, and his voice was a little louder: "Then what is important?"

Ye Qiong pointed at him and said, "Whether you are loyal or not is very important to me."

The murloc's screams came one after another, and these voices kept beating Mogor's heart, which shouldn't be the case.

Finally, he looked up at Ye Qiong, gritted his teeth and said, "You tyrant."

Then he said, "Let's do it."

For the first half of the sentence, Ye Qiong acted as if he didn't hear it, nodded his head in satisfaction, and planted a spiritual imprint in his sea of ​​consciousness. In this way, the life and death of this murloc prophet is completely under Ye Qiong's control .

After doing all this, he shouted at the fighting subordinates, "Stop."

Mogor was also extremely annoyed and unwilling to say: "Stop."

Just like that, the third territorial war can come to an end.

Ye Qiong didn't make things difficult for Mogor either. The goblin tribe was not suitable for murlocs, so he didn't force them to migrate. He just patted Mogor on the shoulder and said, "I hope to witness your loyalty in the future."

The implication is very obvious, if there is a war in the future, your tribe will have to contribute.

Although unwilling in his heart, Mogor still half knelt down and replied: "It must be so."

Returning to the tribe with the legion, Ye Qiong also started to plan to deal with the silver dragon. Elements [-] and [-] have been achieved. Next, as long as he hunts down the silver dragon, he can evolve into a goblin tyrant.

The first thing to do is very simple, knowing the life and rest of the silver dragon, so that he can start to set up traps, he handed over this work to the cat monsters, the cat monsters are flexible, and it is not easy to be discovered as a spy.

The second is to make weapons. With the weapons of the goblins now, it is impossible to break through the dragon scales. Ye Qiong sent the goblins to look for ore veins for making weapons.

The third is to improve his strength. He must seize all the free time to practice and increase the success rate of hunting silver dragons.

Three months passed in a blink of an eye. During this time, Mogor, Kate, and Sharut replaced the three goblins as the king's Shichibukai.

The goblins found an iron ore vein and handed it over to the tauren tribe to make weapons.

Ye Qiong's request was very simple, prepare a dagger and a bow for each of the goblins, poison the daggers and arrows, this is the most suitable fighting method for goblins.

The cat demons have also found out the habits of the silver dragon. This silver dragon is very lazy. He only comes out to hunt for food every three days. There is a river near the cave where he lives. He will come here to drink after every hunt. water.

And Ye Qiong himself, also pulled his mental state to the best. Today is the day when Yinlong goes out to hunt. The monsters in the tribe are afraid and apprehensive. This is the dragon tribe standing at the top of the monsters. They can really succeed. hunting?

If it weren't for the extreme fear of Ye Qiong, the goblin king, many goblins would have chosen to flee before they set off.

"set off!"

Following Ye Qiong's order, the mighty monster army set off towards the Yinlong Cave in the north.

This time Ye Qiong even called the Murloc Tribe, and it can be said that he did his best to ensure that this hunting can be a complete success.

Although Mogor felt uneasy, he still chose to speak out what was in his heart: "Are you going to evolve into a goblin tyrant?"

Although Ye Qiong was a little surprised by this, it was not surprising. The murloc prophet had lived for some time, and it was normal to know some secrets. He nodded and replied, "That's right, why do you have a good plan?"

"What kind of good strategy and bad strategy, this is the dragon clan, the existence that stands at the top of the monster, and the adult is a race of super monsters, how can we win?"

"Then is he an adult?"

"No, but even so, it is impossible to defeat him. There is no need for us to face an invincible opponent."

Facing Morge who chose to persuade himself crazily out of fear, Ye Qiong just patted him on the shoulder and replied:

"You can't win at all. I don't understand. Even in the face of an invincible enemy, we still choose to fight. This is the nature of our goblins."

Mogor really wanted to reply: "You fart."

If he hadn't seen the trembling goblins walking in front of him, he would have believed it.

It's fucking farting to go forward bravely and fight hard. If you, a tyrant, didn't order it, they would wish they could never touch the silver dragon for the rest of their lives.

Mogor remembered the nature of goblins clearly, that is, to bully the weak and fear the strong, without the slightest sense of adventure. The group of goblins in front of him were obviously forcibly carried up by him, the goblin king.

Seeing that the Goblin King couldn't be persuaded at all, Mogor had no choice but to keep his mouth shut, hoping that the silver dragon would be able to stagger their army of monsters.

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