Archdemon

The dog-headed people looked at Huo Ling's huge body in the sky, and each of them was excited and tears filled their eyes.

In the world of dragons, in most cases, the larger the body, the stronger the strength.

Huo Ling is now more than 20 meters tall, more than twice the size before he left.

In the dog-headed people's heritage, they also know what a real dragon of such a large body represents.

An adult red dragon!

Wilmot has also come out of the laboratory, and he can't help but smack his lips when he looks at Huo Ling in the sky.

Although he is curious about why Huo Ling hasn't come back to see him for several years, he does not doubt that Huo Ling will die.

The two of them signed a master-servant contract. If Huo Ling dies, Wilmot will die at the same time.

"Weak dog-headed people, your great master is back!"

Huo Ling roared in dragon language on the high platform.

Many dog-headed people in the audience were cheering, shouting Huo Ling's name, and some of them even fainted with excitement.

"Great master, I thought you had forgotten us slaves. It's great to see you again!" The dog-headed warlock, the elderly Orko, crawled on the ground and cried excitedly.

"Orko, you did a good job!"

After Huo Ling lowered his head, he thought about it for a while and remembered who this dog-headed warlock was. He simply encouraged and comforted the old man.

Then, Huo Ling focused his attention on Wilmot, who was now a senior gold player.

The previous serious injury and fall in realm were not all bad for him, at least it laid a solid foundation for him.

"Wilmot, I am also very satisfied with your work. You have worked hard in the past few years."

When Wilmot heard this, tears almost fell. He now wanted to ask Huo Ling if he knew how he had been through the past few years.

Huo Ling had left him here and never cared about him again. It was too tiring for him to educate these kobolds and goblins by himself and teach these stupid guys to be useful.

"Orko, let the kobolds go and do their work." Huo Ling casually ordered.

Then he changed back to human form and walked down the platform slowly.

Wilmot said respectfully: "Master, congratulations on your advancement to the Holy Realm!"

Beside him, Soni also saluted and congratulated Huo Ling.

Huo Ling waved his hand indifferently and said, "Okay, let's talk about flattery later. Tell me how you have developed in the past two years."

Wilmot followed Huo Ling step by step. He began to introduce slowly: "Master, since I came to the Red Dog Tribe, I have been busy according to the tasks you assigned.

Now I have cultivated 4,000 acres of magic potion plantations. In addition to this plantation at the foot of the mountain, there is another plantation of the same size dozens of kilometers away.

The magic potions produced by these plantations are now stored in Put it in the warehouse in the city. "

"In addition to the magic potion, during the period when you did not return here, I also re-planned the development direction and transformed the Red Dog Tribe.

Now the Red Dog Tribe has more than 30,000 dog-headed people and more than 40,000 goblins, all of whom are now your servants.

The mineral veins in the mountain have been continuously mined in recent years. After the harvested ore resources have been simply smelted, these rough materials are now in the warehouse. "

Listening to Wilmot's introduction, Huo Ling also nodded continuously.

Wilmot, the former noble son of the Gnoll, is indeed not a fool. He had no room for development in the Gnoll Empire before.

But after coming to Huo Ling's command, he also had a territory for him to display his talents, although the IQ of the dog-headed people and goblins in the territory is worrying.

However, Huo Ling looked at the goblins in the territory. Their current state and wisdom are much stronger than before.

This is partly because there are enough goblins gathered, and partly because of Wilmot's education.

The intelligence potential of goblins is still very high, and there is a lot of room for cultivation. Relatively speaking, their intelligence limit is much higher than that of ordinary kobolds.

"Good job, are there any others?" Huo Ling continued to ask.

Wilmot sorted out his thoughts and continued, "The second is the number of troops here now. There are currently more than 900 Black Iron-level soldiers, including kobolds and big goblins.

In another plantation, there are currently 200 Black Iron-level soldiers stationed as garrison."

"Why are there so many? Normally, this city should not be able to cultivate so many people now.There should be more professionals, how did you do it? "Huo Ling asked curiously.

The number of professionals is definitely wrong, although Huo Ling had selected some dog-headed people as his followers before.

Even if some of the earth elves with better physique or recruited were added, there shouldn't be so many black iron ranks.

If Huo Ling had been living in the mountains, with the radiation of the dragon, the dog-headed people under the mountain might be affected and have a good improvement.

But Huo Ling hasn't been back for several years, and it is obviously unrealistic to say that it is Huo Ling's credit.

"My Lord, on the one hand, I used some magic potions, and secondly, it was also Sony's credit." Wilmot explained without hesitation.

At the same time, he pulled Sony, who was following behind him, to the front for Huo Ling to see.

"Oh? A few magic potions, it was used, what was Sony's credit, tell me. "Huo Ling waved his hand indifferently.

Now that the magic potions grown by the Red Dog Tribe have all been sold, it is not a big income for Huo Ling now.

Wilmot said: "The inheritance obtained by Soni, the witchcraft of transforming the goblin wolf rider, I wonder if you still remember it, master."

Huo Ling nodded, he recalled what he had seen in the Green Vine Tribe before, the wolf rider who directly cut off the legs of the goblins and put them on the back of the wolf.

This scene still shocked Huo Ling at the time, and it was still a bit difficult to forget.

"I learned this witchcraft from her, and in the past few years, I have improved this transformation method. Now I can stably produce transformed soldiers of the Black Iron Rank." Wilmot was still quite proud.

Huo Ling nodded slightly and asked: "How is the consumption? "

After all, if we only talk about transformation without talking about consuming resources, it is tantamount to being a hooligan.

Not to mention the distant past, his teacher He Wenhan and many spellcasters of Tiannan University have studied blood transformation.

Others can produce gold-level combat power, but Wilmot can only produce black iron-level, which really can't surprise Huo Ling too much.