The Iron Mecha Dragon has few friends

Chapter 35 When Dragon comes, Premilin will be at peace
The speed at which goblins burst out when fleeing for their lives is always unexpected. Even the most capable hobgoblins have not forgotten this ability that is passed down in their blood.

It was obvious that the gnolls led hyenas and hyenadons to outflank and chase them immediately, but one-third of the hobgoblin soldiers escaped from the encirclement.

"waste!"

Hogg, who was still bleeding from his arm, jumped into a rage, picked up the wolf man's long hair, and sprayed it all over the face with spittle.

"You can't even chase down a group of frightened goblins, go fishing when you get back to the tribe!"

Hogg is so angry, he finally used the hobgoblin chief's head to show his face in front of Dragon once, and then this bunch of trash will hold him back.

Can't even do things like clean up the battlefield, how can a dragon raise a hunting dog that can't catch rabbits?
After a short silence, it looked at the wolf man who had started to roll his eyes, and asked in a cold voice.

"Have you been caught alive?"

Shi Chang nodded with difficulty.

"That's not tied up yet!"

Hogg knocked the wolf man to the ground, turned around and walked to the wooden throne, and bowed to report.

"Boss, the hunters responsible for hunting down hobgoblins managed to capture a few prisoners."

"Well, go ask how many spellcasters there are in the hobgoblin tribe."

Dragon waved his paw casually, and Hogg stepped back respectfully.Not long after, Hogg came to report the information again after bursts of mournful wailing.

"Three official priests, and a mage who can throw fireballs..."

Dragon rubbed his chin slowly, his scarlet eyes flickering.

The four spellcasters, excluding the possibility that the goblin god, the supreme chief, and Magnubier suddenly descended and slapped him to death with a slap, this should be the only existence in the hobgoblin tribe that could pose a threat to him.

Although he didn't think there were any great spellcasters in this monster tribe, for the sake of safety, the Jackals should take the lead, and Dragon would support them with firepower.

This is also the routine of the traditional evil dragon. There is no way, this world is too dangerous.Who knows if an ordinary-looking old lady carrying a basket will just pull out a spell scroll when you pass by, and do a one-click triple combo.

Lysis, dissociation, finger of death.

not dead?Then do it again!
Really thinking about it makes Long uneasy, Dragon doesn't want to use his own life to gamble on the check, so...

He looked at the gnolls all around, and sighed helplessly.

"Too few, just a few gnolls, how many spells can they block?"

"I came to Premiline, and I only do three things, take in dogs, take in dogs, and take in dogs!"

"Running dog, you have to accept it at any time, and you can't accept it!"

If the goal changes, the plan will naturally change.

Dragon originally only wanted to drive away the hobgoblin tribe, expand the territory of the gnolls, and increase output, so that more gnolls could escape from the unstable collection work and devote themselves to the stable and developing mining business. .

But now, a small tribe of hobgoblins had four spellcasters, much to the shock of Dragonon.

For the development of the Iron and Mechanical Dragon United Legion, in order to lead the people of the Western Continent to the prosperous road of market economy as soon as possible, and for the safety of the Supreme Legion Commander, he must find a way to recruit the Hobgoblin tribe as lackeys.

After pondering for a moment, Dragon called Hogg again.

"Hogg, what do you think I should do so that the hobgoblins living in dire straits can voluntarily leave the feudal and decadent hobgoblin tribe and join the First Independent Legion of our Iron and Mechanical Dragon United Legion?"

"This……"

Hogg thought it was not easy, as long as the hobgoblins who dared to take the lead in rebelling were killed, wouldn't the rest just surrender?
Wait, it suddenly remembered what old Torres told it before leaving, rolled its eyes, and said in a doggy manner:

"Boss, I'm thinking about it. If you are a young dragon, you only need to kill [-]% of the hobgoblins with one breath, and the rest will scramble to surrender."

"But now that you are still young, I am afraid that you have to kill [-]% of the hobgoblins before the remaining hobgoblins will give up fighting against you."

"It seems to make sense..."

Dragon glanced at Hogg with a half-smile, he really didn't expect that this muscular gnoll, who looked like a muscular savage, would suppress dissidents, and he suppressed them in advance!

The truth is a bit naive.

However, what Hogg said does make sense.

The Hobgoblin Horde is far stronger than the Bloodclaw Horde, just from the number of spellcasters.If it is not weakened in advance, it will be very detrimental to the unity within the legion.

Besides, anyway, burning, killing and looting in the front are all jackals, so what does it have to do with my indifferent and compassionate dragon master?
Just did it.

Dragon's complexion sank, and he reprimanded righteously: "What's your name? I brought you here to save the hobgoblins who were oppressed and bullied by the elves for no reason. What about the indiscriminate killing of innocent people?"

"Don't say such things in the future! By the way, the hobgoblins may not know why we are here. When you reach the hobgoblin tribe, you must tell them loudly that I, Dragon, am here to save them!"

"When I, Dragon, come, there will be a blue sky!"

"My Dragon is here, and Premilion will be at peace!"

"Yes, yes! I understand!"

Hogg nodded repeatedly.

Dragon laughed, raised his front paw and fired three shots in a row, full of vigor.

"Little ones, send troops to hobgoblins!"

Eight burly gnolls raised their thrones and set off, and Hogg also passed on Dragon's order to each gnoll.

Most of the gnolls did what it said, but its deputy was a little bit dissatisfied.

"Chief, we are the first to turn to the boss! Why are those weak goblin bastards?"

"To shut up!"

Hogg glared at his deputy, and said in an irrefutable tone: "This is the boss's order, and every jackal must carry it out!"

"Remember, no hobgoblins who surrender are allowed to be killed!"

Looking at the adjutant who was still aggrieved, Hogg evoked a ferocious smile.

"I hope they can understand Gnoll language."

In the hobgoblin tribe, the old hobgoblin high priest sat in the chief's tent, his sagging eyelids covered his dim and cloudy pupils, and his voice seemed weak.

"You said the great chief was burned to death by the dragon?"

"Yes, yes, High Priest!"

The hobgoblins, who had lost their helmets and armor, knelt on the ground, trembling.

"I saw it with my own eyes! That giant dragon spit out flames, and fifteen archers were blown to pieces in an instant!!!"

"The adjutant is dead! The chief is dead too! They're all dead! They're all dead!!!"

The high priest sighed silently, and asked again: "How big is that giant dragon? What color is it?"

The broken soldier trembled even more, and after a long time, he said in a voice full of fear: "That giant dragon is, it is silver-white, it is lying on the throne, and it is about the size of a hyena..."

"It's lying!"

The young priest who was watching glared at the broken soldiers, and couldn't help asking, "The hyena is so big? You mean, it was only a young dragon that killed our great chief and more than 40 elite fighters?"

"I think you're scared out of your wits! You actually made up such a lie that even the goblins laughed!"

"How dare I lie in front of the high priest?"

The broken soldiers burst into tears, it was a real injustice.What is the reason for desperately fleeing back to the tribe?Not just to bring back the last words of the great chief!Otherwise, can it still be greedy for life and afraid of death?
"Don't make any noise, silvery white, get rid of the white dragon first..."

The high priest muttered something vaguely. After a long silence, it struggled to open its eyelids and spoke out of breath.

"Go, gather warriors. All go, warriors from any tribe will come."

"I heard the oracle!"

"Whether it's a hobgoblin bear or a goblin, as long as he can avenge the great chief, he will be the new chief of the goblin jungle."

The young priest went out to convey the order, and the old priest slumped on the chair exhaustedly, with a helpless smile on his old face.

"Old Torres, you lucky bastard!"

"You can be a dog for a metal dragon, how much shit have you stepped on..."

　Suddenly found 8 characters, Dragon is still beating children in Novice Village, isn’t the progress a bit slow?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)