The Iron Mecha Dragon has few friends

Chapter 25

The Bloodclaw tribe surrendered.

Old Torres buried old Sark in the jungle, and then assigned each gnoll a task as before.

After it had dealt with everything, it hurried to the river and reported to Dragon, who was fishing quietly.

Dragon was not interested in listening to it talk about boring data, and asked directly: "If I want to mine ore, how many people can you provide me at most?"

Digging ore is heavy physical work, and if you don't have enough to eat, you will be exhausted.But now the tribe has no extra rations at all, and they have to draw people from the strong labor force to mine.

After thinking twice, Old Torres gritted his teeth and gave a number.

"Twenty prime-aged Gnolls."

This is already a manpower that can only be mobilized after a group of old and weak are desperately starved to death, but this number.

"Twenty, too few..."

Dragon sighed helplessly. Although he also knew that it was difficult for the primitive tribes who did not farm the land to save surplus rations, the efficiency of twenty wolf men might not be as high as his own mining.

"How do you usually collect food?"

"Fishing, hunting, raising rabbits, and gathering wild fruits."

The old Gnoll's answer was somewhat unexpected to Dragon.

He really didn't expect that the Blood Claw tribe actually knew how to breed.

"Don't you farm?"

Dragon asked.

"The elves will severely crack down on monster settlements that try to cultivate the land." The old wolf man smiled wryly: "They don't allow other forces in the dense forest to have a stable source of food. We even raise rabbits secretly in the ground."

"Farming the land is even more impossible, because farming requires destroying the forest. The Elf Lord can't see us lowly wild dogs running wild in their territory."

"How come there are long ears everywhere!"

Dragon is almost disgusted by the elves. He is a dignified environmental protection pioneer, a steel mechanical dragon that only eats ore, and he doesn't even wield an environmental protection stick to beat people. A bunch of long ears who still eat meat dare to say in front of him What protects the environment?
Is there still Wang Fa?Is there still law!
"It seems that we can only find a way in terms of fishing and collection."

Improving fishing efficiency is simple, just use the fishing net.As for where to get the fishing nets, at worst, Dragon flew to the human territory to buy them from the fishermen.

But for collection, the only way Dragon can think of is to send more manpower to expand the collection range.But in this way, more hunters must be assigned to protect the gatherers, otherwise they would simply be giving meat to other monsters.

If only all the monsters around the Bloodclaw Tribe were dead.

Hmm, wait.

Dragon's eyes lit up and he came up with a plan.

"Are there any monsters around here that could threaten your food gathering?"

"Many, part dire beasts, part magical creatures."

The old Gnoll took out a buckskin map from his leather armor and pointed out the locations to Dragon one by one.

"Thirty miles to the northeast, there is a group of vicious apes, the number of which is no less than seven."

"There is a large area of ​​killing vines to the west, which will move slowly."

"There is a nest of owl bears and petrified lizards living in the east, and there will be more monsters in the swamp afterwards. Armor monsters, swamp men, giant crabs, ferocious crocodiles..."

"Cancer crabs? Big crabs? How big?"

Dragon's spirits perked up.

Seeing that Dragon was interested in crabs, the old Gnoll quickly explained in detail.

"There are many varieties of giant crabs. Generally, giant crabs are as tall as dwarves, but there are also giant crabs that are as tall as us gnolls. It is said that there are also giant crabs that are as tall as giants, but I haven't seen them either."

"A crab as tall as a giant!"

Dragon felt drooling thinking about it, what?The mechanical dragon doesn't have the function of drooling?That's fine.

Thinking of Dragon, who couldn't taste it, he was instantly disheartened, "Continue talking about monsters."

The old Gnoll was a little puzzled, not sure why Dragon's mood fluctuated.

But the giant dragon seems to be like this, it comes out as soon as you think about it.

It continued to explain the distribution of monsters, but Dragon was not interested in listening.

After confirming that most of the monsters around the Blood Claw Tribe could not possibly pose a threat to him, Dragon put away his fishing rod, slowly exhaled a mouthful of steam, and ordered the old jackal man:
"Who is the best hunter in the Bloodclaw tribe? Let it lead me to those monsters."

"Boss, what do you mean!"

Old Torres couldn't believe his ears. When did the high-ranking dragon actually help his dog leg clear the danger?

Even a chaotic and kind red copper dragon can't do this kind of thing, right?
Dragon sighed, and said in a deep voice: "I will help you get rid of all the nearby monsters that can threaten your food collection. You find a way to improve the efficiency of food collection. Within half a month, I want fifty The out-of-production Gnoll, all right?"

The old wolf man quickly thought about it. If all the nearby monsters disappeared, the wolf man's territory would expand several times in an instant, and all the wolf men in the hunting team could be transferred to mine.

For the collection team, all the meat-robbing monsters are dead, so what else to collect? Just hunting ordinary beasts can be enough to support the tribe and the out-of-production miners.

After confirming that there was no problem with the plan, the old Gnoll nodded vigorously.

"No problem. Half a month, fifty strong laborers. If I can't do it, then boss, you will take my skin off."

"Can you be more civilized?"

Dragon complained helplessly: "Still skinning, do you think I am the commander of my brother? Who do you look down on?"

"Hurry up and call someone."

"Yes Yes Yes!"

The old jackal nodded and turned around and ran into the tribe to call people. Dragon carefully put away the old tree man brand fishing line, and called the two dragon girls over, asking gently: "What do you want to eat later? I'll take you to catch them."

That's right, even if he was beating a harmless beast, Dragon would still take his two dragon sisters with him.

You must carry this kind of artifact with you, because you don't know when the danger will come.

Nai Sa Liao complained immediately, she didn't want to repay the society at a young age, she only wanted to oppress the working people, and she was a feudal tyrant.

"No, how can the great dragon do it himself? It's fine when there were no slaves before. Aren't those gnolls surrendered now? Let them hunt."

Even Nero was puzzled, "Brother Dragon, I understand that you hope to gain greater benefits from these gnolls, but there is no need to help them like this, right?"

Dragon also felt that he had been wronged. He finally crossed over and became a giant dragon. Instead of rampantly robbing the princess and building a big sweatshop, he wanted to help a group of wolves get rid of poverty and become rich. How can there be any reason for this?
But who said that the Blood Claw tribe, which is still in the primitive tribe, is really too fragile.

Pumping a few more strong laborers will starve a group of gnolls to death, and Dragon does not know undead magic and can pull corpses up to work.He could only find a way to make the wolf man eat more, so that he could produce a few more drops of oil when pressing.

But it's hard to explain this kind of thing in words, so he could only let out a long sigh of steam, and said weakly: "You don't need to do anything, I will do everything."

"That's all right."

The two baby dragons, Loli, instantly beamed with joy, and turned into little cat-eared girls again, jumping onto Dragon.

Dragon took a deep breath and silently looked at the sky, with many questions in his mind.

What is wrong?
How did the promised hegemony in another world turn into going to the countryside to help the poor?

(End of this chapter)