The Iron Mecha Dragon has few friends

Chapter 18
Hearing the word elves, Dragon couldn't help recalling the boots that fell from the sky...hidden weapons before, and his eyes became colder.

"How strong are they? How many fighters are there?"

"There are at least fifty ten-man ranger squads," the old gnoll said softly, "The elves' territory is tightly guarded, and no monsters are allowed to set foot."

"Is that so?" Dragon pondered for a moment, looking at the circle on the ground that represented elves, accounting for one-third of the total area of ​​the jungle.

"Based on your experience, how many people can an elf's territory support at most?"

"This…"

The old wolf man pondered for a long time before he replied uncertainly: "Maybe fifty to one hundred people, maybe seventy to one hundred people. If the wood elves are still fishing in the coastal areas, then their number may reach one hundred." 100 people."

1 wood elves...

Dragon was a little helpless, this amount was really far beyond his coping range.

Not to mention he is just a young dragon, even if he is a five-color dragon at the adult level, it is difficult to get benefits from an elf settlement of this level.

For an elf settlement of ten thousand people, there must be at least one or two archmages, right?Coupled with the absolutely indispensable priests and druids, and hundreds of kitchen knife professions, killing a mature dragon can't be said to be trivial, but at most it is a medium meaning.

The cricket, a young dragon made of iron, turned iron into wood in seconds.

"It must be cannon fodder,"

Dragon looked at the other much smaller circles, then turned to look at the old Gnoll.

"Torres, what is the population of your tribe?"

"Five one hundred and seventy-nine wolf men," the old wolf man said calmly: "Before I was expelled from the tribe, the tribe had three priests, three hundred and fifty-eight hunters, one hundred and seventy-two gatherers, and twenty-seven recruits." , nineteen cubs."

"Besides the jackals, there are 46 hyenas, 210 hyenas, five trolls, and [-] three kobold slaves."

"how did you do it?"

Dragon was a little surprised: "As far as I know, a normal wolf man tribe has a maximum of two hundred wolf men, and any more will split."

"I learned from the elves and divided the tribe into three parts."

Pointing to the river bend on the map, the old jackal said proudly: "Along the river, every three sunsets, lead the guards to change to a tribe, and arrange work for each jackal. No wolf dares to resist me. Until seven sunsets."

Having said that, it couldn't help sighing.

"I'm too old to win against young cubs. The Horde doesn't raise old losers, so I'm leaving."

A gang composed of nearly a thousand monsters, Dragon thought about the fighting power of the old gnoll tribe, and felt that he could touch it.

As we all know, the magic ability of the wolf man is poorer than that of the goblin. Without the threat of the spellcaster, Dragon can fight and leave as he wants, without any danger.

The cold weapon natives still want to lay down the second-generation machine?

They can break through Dragon's super steel armor and it will be a big success.

Now there is only one problem,

"What flying monsters are there in this jungle?"

Dragon asked in a low voice.

"Flying Monster,"

The old Gnoll recalled carefully, "There is a nest of wyverns in the territory of the kobolds, there are many giant hornets in the territory of the goblins, a roc lives on the highest part of the mountains, and there is a chimera on the edge of the mountains."

"It is said that there is a half-green dragon on the other side of the jungle, but I only heard of it."

"No real dragon?"

asked Dragon.

"Not in the past, but from now on, the great dragon will rule this jungle."

"It's useless to talk less," Dragon grinded his claws, his tone serious.

"Are you sure there is no real dragon?"

"I've never heard of dragons living in this jungle," the old jackal replied in an affirmative tone, but then it seemed to remember something, and hurriedly said: "But when I was young, I heard about it, a long time ago. Long ago, there was a dragon hunting elves in this jungle."

"and after?"

Dragon raised his spirits, "To be more specific, what kind of dragon is it? The year of the green dragon or the adult dragon?"

"This……"

The old Gnoll showed a look of embarrassment on his face, bent down again, and said in a humble tone: "Great dragon, I dare not lie to you, old Torres only heard that the dragon was expelled, other than that I really Don't know more."

"It's okay, the losers don't matter."

Dragon has always been tolerant of those who are useful, and then asked for information that is more related to his vital interests.

"All three priests are spellcasters?"

"Yes, three priests, two of whom are apprentices."

The old gnoll replied without thinking: "The apprentice can at most weaken the enemy, while the high priest, Old Sac, can directly damage the enemy with sound waves."

"Sound waves..."

Dragon was a little fortunate to ask in advance. The essence of sound waves is vibration, and vibration is very unfriendly to crystals. Steel is precisely crystals.

"What are its characteristics?"

"Old Sark is as old as I am, with a cane and a robe, and the hair on the top of his head is about to fall out."

Very good, the features are obvious.Dragon decided that as soon as he saw the bald jackal, he would send him to meet the god he believed in with a high-explosive armor-piercing bullet.

After that, Dragon asked a lot of information in detail, and roughly figured out the distribution of forces in this jungle.

There is no doubt that the real people in this jungle are only the elves. As for the other scattered evil monsters, they are all deliberately left behind by the elves. The purpose is to stop some adventurers who want money and life harassment.

In the middle of the moon, Dragon stretched his dragon wings vigorously, moved his fully repaired arm, and looked at the old wolf man.

"It's almost done, you go to rest."

"No, no, how can the great dragon keep vigil in person?"

The old gnoll nodded and bowed in trepidation, "Let old Torres come, I have been living in this jungle, and no gnoll knows the night of the jungle better than me."

"It's useless to do less." Dragon turned and continued fishing. "I don't need sleep, and you have to lead us tomorrow, so don't delay."

"Old Torres was so excited that he couldn't sleep at the thought of being able to do something for the great dragon."

The old Gnoll rolled his eyes, and jumped into the water again with a plop.

It didn't take long for Dragon to "catch" another big fish.

But Dragon was not too happy. He glared at the old gnoll and spoke seriously.

"What's the point of fishing like this?"

"Is this still fishing?"

"Old Torres, you are a talent, I value you very much."

"Don't engage in such cleverness in the future, don't take it as an example, do you understand?"

The old jackal was taken aback for a moment, then nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, it's not an example, I know, it's not an example..."

(End of this chapter)