Born to be a dragon I'm sorry!

Chapter 74 I Came Here To Instigate The Ground To Use Swords!

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The huge sailing ship was stranded in shallow water.

One by one, the trolls abandoned the boat desperately, standing on the beach, crying and laughing, while others simply yelled and ran along the coast.

Butler fell to his knees, held up a cluster of sand devoutly, and kissed the grace of the earth with tears in his eyes.

During the five-year dangerous voyage, he had questioned himself countless times, but in the end the land under his feet completely proved the correctness of Butler's decision!
"I didn't expect to actually come here, it's incredible."

Italek looked left and right for a while.

This brand new continent made him full of curiosity, and he sincerely wanted to uncover its superficial mystery.

And as far as Itarek knows, there are still two troll populations with a long history living in this land, one is good at using mysterious and unpredictable psychics, and the other can stay awake in a berserk state.

Perhaps coming to this continent is also of great significance to Italek.

After spending the initial carnival, Butler quickly led a group of tribal trolls to camp.

Finally being able to no longer tolerate the swaying deck under their feet, this is a great temptation that is difficult for every tribal troll to resist, and it can be said to be full of enthusiasm for a while!

Not only that.

Butler also sent a large number of trolls to explore this strange land outside, trying to find a place to settle for a long time.

Everything seems to be moving in a good direction.

Without the oppression of the Golden Dynasty, there is no need to fight for a little bit of resources. Every troll is very satisfied with his new home in the future.

However, it turns out that they are not the first visitors to this land...

"Tribal king, this is already the fifth batch of casualties this month, we must fight back!"

"Yes, this is our new home in the future. How can we tolerate their repeated attacks?"

"Order, tribal king, we will definitely follow you to the death!"

Listening to the angry words in the ear.

Butler stroked his fangs with a headache, his heart full of hesitation.

After the joy of just landing, the Horde trolls soon discovered new enemies.

Although the other party was a troll like himself and others, his acting style was obviously more brutal and bloody. He didn't listen to the emissary he sent to justify, and launched an attack on the tribe without mercy.

As a result, many actions have been forced to stop now, and everyone in the tribe is in danger.

"If I'm not mistaken, this kind of troll is called 'Ketlo Troll', and it's a race as old as Zangola.

Their forte is the rage in the awake state, and any warrior among the Ketero trolls has the powerful strength of one enemy against one hundred.

the most important is.

We came here unannounced and set foot on this territory that once belonged to them, and as the owners of the land, they must have a lot of opinions. "

During the discussion meeting, Itarek, who had always been taciturn, suddenly spoke, and what he said immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"...What do you think we should do?"

After hesitating for a while, Butler still wanted to hear Italek's opinion.

"Conflict is inevitable, and we can't get on the boat again and go back in despair.

We have spent so much time and energy to get to this point, no matter who stands in front of us, no matter what kind of enemy they are, they can't stop us from taking root and sprouting on this land! "

Italek looked around.

He has long wanted to try to see how the Ketero troll can stay awake in the berserk, and what better way to see the mystery hidden in it than a war?

Looking at the dim and uncertain light in the other party's eyes, Butler has never felt that this friend is so strange like now!

However, Itarek's words undoubtedly spoke in everyone's heart.

"O king of the tribe, I know you don't want to cause casualties for no reason, but if we don't experience conflicts, how can we develop here safely?

Please give me the command of the war, I am willing to lead all the tribal trolls to fight a world! "

"...Well, I will not entrust you with such a heavy responsibility alone. This is my duty."

This is the end of the story.

Butler finally gave up the idea of ​​peaceful negotiations, and made up his mind to use his own fists to carve out a piece of territory in his future new homeland.

And now that a decision has been made, Butler naturally doesn't look forward and backward.

A series of orders are issued.

The united tribe at this moment is no longer as incoherent as it was split up many years ago. Under the leadership of Butler, all forces were quickly twisted into a rope.

The attack of the originally rampant Ketero troll was quickly contained after several tit-for-tat resistance.

Not only that, after Butler secretly sent a number of trolls to inquire about the situation, the largest tribe of Katelo trolls in the vicinity soon appeared in everyone's sight.

And after being beaten for so long, now is the time to launch a counterattack.

On the eve of travel.

Italek let the gods and gods of the tribe smear his face with oil paint that meant victory in all battles. Behind him, a crowd of trolls were ready to go.

"Do you really need me to make a move? If I was there, this raid would be more secure."

"No need, you may be able to easily drown me on the sea, but if it's an attack, the raging fire is more suitable."

"Well, then you must be careful, and come back quickly if there is any problem."

Butler earnestly made the final order, watching Itarek lead the trolls to disappear into the twilight.

Seeing Italek's back disappearing in the darkness, a thought came to Butler's mind belatedly.

He seemed to have never seen the appearance of a dragon head making a move?
Long-distance raids are not easy.

By the time Itarek came to the Ketero troll tribe, the bright full moon had already climbed over the treetops.

Indifferently overlooking the many huts in the darkness below, Itarek knew that with his own order, the fallen trolls would be involved in a bloody future for a long time to come.

"Kill it, for our common future.

Hang their warriors, cut off their heads and tie them to trees, to deter other tribes of Ketloll from invading our lands.

Before dawn, I will make this tribe no longer hear the voice of resistance.

I want them to know who is the real owner of this land! "

In the silent darkness.

A pair of eyes were burning with fanatical flames, and they were breathing heavily following the cold orders issued by Itarek, looking adoringly at the leader who led them to rebel.

Itarek opened his arms, and an unbearable voice sounded.

"Come on, I came here to make the ground use swords!"

(End of this chapter)