Black Dragon Code

Caesar could imagine that what Garr said represented the thoughts of the vast majority of orcs. They were full of anger towards humans, thinking that these greedy little men had ruined their gradually improving life, so even though they suffered heavy losses now, the Stonecrow clan was unwilling to retreat Half a step, gritted his teeth and wanted to fight this war.

True to their slang, the head of an orc is indeed iron and harder than the skull of a pachycephalosaurus.

However, if we really want to continue this battle according to what Gal said, the Stone Crow clan has no other way but to be destroyed, so Caesar shook his head and did not respond, but turned to ask the old wizard: What do you mean? Woolen cloth?

Although the black dragon already possesses the ability and status to command the Stone Crow clan, the real leader of the tribe is still Sifu, even if it is just for show, Caesar has to ask the old leader about his plans.

What's more, Caesar had a heartfelt respect for the wizards who had taught him knowledge.

I don't want the war to continue.

Sifu glanced at the unchanging Gall, and shook his head decisively: That army has the support of the northern countries, but we have nothing.

If we win this battle, we will gain nothing, and if we lose the battle, we will not regret dying, but I am afraid that none of the tribe's newborns will survive.

Sifu stared at Gal, his eyes full of reprimand: The Stone Crow Clan will perish because of your recklessness.

What he said seemed to be a warning to Gall, but he was actually expressing his attitude to Caesar. The old wizard could see clearly that the Stone Crow tribe was just a small clan. If it continues, the tribe will only gradually wither.

I agree with you.

Caesar nodded, although continuing this war may continue to bring him the Black Dream trophy, but the risk he takes is far from proportional to what he will get later, and he is unwilling to do such a deal.

There is no limit to the black dream, and the way to get rewards is not only the way of war.

Before its fledgling, the black dragon must avoid risks as much as possible and give priority to safer methods.

Despite the help of Black Dream, the cautious Caesar still wanted to build another team for himself. To be honest, he couldn't figure out the origin and root of Black Dream, and was always worried that it would suddenly disappear one day.

Caesar must plan ahead. If that day happens, he doesn't want to fall from the clouds to the dust in an instant.

The power in Eladea belongs to another line that is completely different from Black Dream, and even without Black Dream, it can still function.

This is why he has always attached great importance to these orcs. No matter what, Caesar hopes to give himself more choices and leave another retreat.

There is another line buried in his heart. In the future, after he has a stable territory, Caesar also plans to gather goblins, dwarves and spellcasters to research and upgrade magic technology in the territory.

At that time, even if Kuromeng disappears suddenly, he will still have a considerable say in Elradia.

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On the other side of the wilderness, Roy Brando is also in the midst of intensive planning and arrangement.

His army is completely stationed in the wilderness. Roy has an extremely long supply line, backed by Kaji, and a steady stream of resources are being transported.

Given enough time, this army will soon be able to regroup and be as it used to be.

My lord, the forward soldiers have discovered the traces of those despicable orcs. They are hiding in the Dulu Basin in the north. The retinue knight came up to report.

Dulu Basin.

Roy fiddled with the northern hound that had just been transferred from Kaji, and couldn't help but recall the scene when the orcs tempted his servants to be cursed by the Balrog.

That's a good place that's easy to defend but hard to attack. Thinking of the terrain of the Dulu Basin, Roy sneered.

At present, the war has come to an end for the time being. The lord's army led by him has suffered heavy losses. Only half of the 1,000 Brando family's private soldiers are currently left.

Even Archmage Anthony was buried in the hands of the black dragon.

It is conceivable that even if he was able to grab the fruit juice formula, capture the black dragon, and burn, kill and loot the orc clan, the benefits he gained would be far from making up for the losses caused by the war.

The most sensible approach now is to use force to force the orcs to negotiate, renegotiate the distribution of benefits, and then retreat to a truce to wait for the opportunity.

But once this is done, it means announcing his failure, cowardice and retreat. Brando's glory is above all else. Roy will never allow himself to insult the lion's family emblem, and this war is bound to continue.

And for this reason, even his father, Earl Brando, had to support it.

Send a hundred people over there, divide into ten groups and watch them in turn. There is only one exit from the Dulu Basin. You must watch to death. I will never allow the previous situation to happen again.

Roy ordered coldly. Anger does not mean impulsiveness and recklessness. He did not lead the troops to attack again, but held back and waited for his trump card.

The Green Dragon is coming soon.

Wayne, go and tell Catus to bring back the Kobold clan and the Jackal clan. Roy said, but no one came forward to take orders for a long time, and the attendants in front of him were silent.

Only then did he remember that Wayne was already dead. He was killed in the pursuit of leading the cavalry. That guy was not strong in the first place, and he fought to the death like a mentally handicapped guy. In the end, he was smashed into blood by the tail of the black dragon and died. No body.

Damn, this trash, really damn!

Roy clenched his fists, paused for a while, and then continued: Someone, go tell the natives the news that the black dragon is here, and spread it to the jackals and kobolds.

But my lord...

The soldier hesitated for a moment, wondering if he had heard it wrong. Roy actually planned to let the Kobold and Gnoll clans know about the black dragon. Those races were the natural crops of dragons.

I know that those bastards are born to be the dog legs of dragons, and just a catchy news can make them flock to them.

Roy didn't look at the soldier in front of him, and lowered his head to play with the hound: But I'm afraid, worried that the black dragon suddenly ran away and disappeared without a trace. At that time, we had nothing to do.

It can be seen that there are very few members of the Black Dragon family, so I cherish it very much. It will definitely accept this gift from me.

His voice gradually became gritted: I just want those bastards to join the black dragon, strengthen its power, make it think that it has the strength to fight us, and thus give up the idea of ​​leaving.

Even if he is smart enough to still want to transfer, it's easy to leave with a group of orcs, but it's not that easy to leave with this group of chaos-attribute bastards.

No matter what, the black dragon can't please it. Once Sylvia arrives, those bastards will definitely defect to the stronger ones, and the black dragon will spit back what they ate, with profit.

Roy's eyes sparkled.