The Iron Mecha Dragon has few friends

Chapter 53
Speaking of which, there are now four races under Dragon's command.

Gnolls, Hobgoblins, Kobolds, Ellu cats.

If he recruited more dogs of different races, he could even organize the Eight Banners.

But what about the colors?

Is the red flag kobold?Zhengbaiqi Ailu cat?Sauron and Gnoll?Green Battalion Hobgoblin?
This kind of thing is so interesting!

Dragon couldn't be happier thinking about it, but the Eight Banners still feel that it is not as localized as the wargroup. It happens that there are many messy races in the multiverse. As long as you have the strength, it is easy to gather twenty wargroups of different races.

At that time, in the entire Golden Throne, and then introduce the Chaos Demon into the material world, Dragon can happily play the live-action version of Warhammer.

After flying a few times in the sky and confirming that there were no monsters that were difficult to deal with, Dragon turned around and flew towards the kobold territory.

Now he is waiting for the blood honey. As soon as the blood honey arrives, he will go to Woodland Town to exchange gold coins and purchase supplies. I don't know if there is catnip for sale in Woodland Town.

The distance of more than 100 kilometers passed in a blink of an eye, and Dragon returned to his loyal Kobold battle group.

It took him just over an hour to go back and forth, and the kobolds had already cleared a clearing in the jungle.This kind of enthusiasm for work is enough to overwhelm gnolls, let alone hobgoblins.

If the gnolls are just dog legs and fish all day long, doing nothing but burning, killing and looting, then the hobgoblins are just messing around.

It's been a few days, and their organization is still almost non-existent, and the tribe that was breached by Dragon doesn't have any goblins to repair and settle in. In short, it's just a matter of love.

Looking at it this way, the Eight Banners system seems to be quite useful.

"How about the whole hobgoblin banner?"

After thinking about it, Dragon gave up the idea.Just kidding, even the capitalists during the civil war knew that slavery should be abolished. Dragon can't be inferior to them, right?

Isn't indentured labor a hundred times more productive than slaves?
"We have to find a way to make them move and create value!"

Dragon is very distressed. Is there any way to make the hobgoblins happily mine for him?
Unlikely, right?
It is useless to provoke hobgoblins to fight hobgoblins, it will only cause conflicts.

The gnolls killed so many big goblins, and after thinking about it, Dragon knew how sad and indignant the rest of the earth was, and potential rebels were absolutely indispensable.

The hobgoblins will definitely rebel when the time comes, and Dragon has even thought up the words to boost morale for them.

"Giant Dragon, you must rebel at any time! If you don't rebel, you can't do it!"

"Think about it, you stay in the tribe with your wife in your arms, digging ore and singing, and suddenly you are robbed by a dragon! Therefore, a life without a dragon is a good day!"

Better to have a few more hobgoblins who lost their kin in battle to cry,
"My family originally lived on the edge of the Primi Forest. There is a house and a mine at home, and life is boundless! How can you know that mechanical dragon, he is arrogant and unreasonable! He raises dog legs and has no eyes! Burn my big house and take my mine! My grandfather and He came to turn his back on him, but he slapped him with his claws! My grandma scolded him for bullying goodness, and he shot him with a machine gun a hundred times, a hundred times!"

Thinking about it this way, there are a lot of problems under Dragon's command.Originally, he thought that with the elf jewels in front, the hobgoblin would have to be his dog if he wanted to survive the cleanup.

Now it seems that hobgoblins may not have their own ideas...

At this time, it is time to learn from Amei's advanced experience.

Dragon called the two dragon sisters, and after such a point of view, the two dragon sisters couldn't help but look at him like a devil.

"You're really, Dragon, you'd be a fool if you didn't become a devil."

Nesario said convincingly: "If I were one-third as insidious as you, the old female dragon with five heads would be dead."

Nero also praised in an amazed tone: "Brother Dragon, whenever I thought I had seen you clearly, you can surprise me again."

"low profile."

Dragon nodded with a smile, and said modestly: "I'm picking up people's teeth, it's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning."

As he spoke, he looked up at the sky, and it was almost dusk now.

"We'll act when it gets dark, have you memorized the lines?"

"Remember everything!"

Nesario is a little excited, she loves this kind of bad thing that pushes people into the flames!

"Remember, don't speak dragon language!"

"set off!"

Night, Hobgoblin Camp One.

Grom lay lifeless in the big tent. It hadn't eaten for three days.

Just three days ago, its father was killed by that monstrous dragon, and there was not even a body left.And its elder brother only had a skull left, his sister-in-law was also killed in battle, and his nephew was dead without a whole body.

It can be said that there is a blood feud between it and Dragon.

Normally, even if a dead species like it surrenders, it is impossible for it to occupy a high position.However, Dragon was too lazy to take care of things, and Hogg wanted to kill the grass, but he didn't know the relationship between Grom and the old priest.

The soldiers gathered by the old priest from the eight camps were all killed by Hogg. The hobgoblins who lost their relatives in the eight camps couldn't bear to eat it raw, so how could they tell it the news?
It would be fine if the dragon collected the dog himself. Being a dog for the dragon is not shabby, and blood feuds are not unbearable, but the mere gnoll wants to ride on the head of the hobgoblin?

Go dream!

That's why Grom has remained firmly in the position of the centurion until today.

But this makes it even more resentful!

Silence is the highest form of contempt, it doesn't even have the qualifications to be glanced at by a giant dragon!
How could this be endured by a furious Avenger!
But even if he couldn't bear it, how could a mere hobgoblin resist the dragon?
Thinking of this, Grom felt ashamed, and even regretted why he didn't die three days ago.

In this way, when he goes to see his father, brother and sister-in-law in the kingdom of the Supreme Chieftain, he can proudly tell them that he died heroically when he attacked the dragon!
But now?

It can only lie in the tent and slowly rot!

Grom's heart was ashamed, and just as he was thinking about whether to go to Hogg to fight for his life, an arrogant female voice sounded outside the camp.

"Short-lived species, come out immediately to meet the elf's messenger."

This is Elvish?

Thanks to the knowledge taught by the old goblin priest with a stick when he was young, Grom immediately jumped up after a brief daze, and rushed out of the tent rolling and crawling.

On the open space outside the tent, a gorgeously dressed black-haired female elf was impatiently looking at everything in the camp.

A few hobgoblin sentries were watching from a distance, and other hobgoblins who heard the voice also came out of the wooden house, looking at the elves expectantly.

"you you"

Grom opened his mouth to speak, but the Elvish language that he hadn't had a chance to use for a long time had been largely forgotten.

It is anxious, but the more anxious it is, the more words it can't think of.

"Okay, okay, can you understand elf language?"

"Can! Can!"

Grom nodded repeatedly.

"It saves a spell slot." The black-haired elf glanced at Grom impolitely, and asked directly: "I heard that you were attacked by a giant dragon? Tell me about the dragon's information."

"Yes Yes!"

Grom gritted his teeth and nodded, but when he was about to speak, he realized that his language skills were not good enough.

"Say it directly," the black-haired elf's attitude became even worse, "I have a spell to understand the language of short-lived species like yours."

The elf's attitude was almost like he was interrogating a slave, but Grom was more confident.

This attitude can be seen as an authentic Elf Elder, Elf Miss, who is so much higher than that giant dragon, as soon as the Elf Heavenly Soldiers arrive, won't the deformed dragon be sure to die?

Thinking of this, Grom's attitude became more humble, he nodded and said, "Yes, we were attacked by a giant dragon, that was three days ago..."

(End of this chapter)