Black Dragon Kingdom Chapter 28

  Chapter 28 The Dawn of Victory

  The crimson fire was blazing, and the most blazing fire erupted from the fire. The thick mist mixed with thick smoke was like a veil, permeating the entire forest.

   It looks both intoxicating and extremely dangerous.

   "Aww! Aww! Aww!"

   "Kill me!"

  Kobold hero Ronnie Moore's three-meter-high body holds a four-meter-long door axe. .

   Standing on the high **** like a giant, he looked down at the kobold warriors rushing out of the fire one by one with a ferocious expression.

   Accompanied by his order.

   More than 20 kobold warriors and more than 100 ordinary kobolds rushed forward like a tide.

  Kobold hero Ronnie Moore took the lead and rushed to the forefront.

   "For His Majesty's glory!"

   "You wilderness dogs, die to me!"

  The giant kobold hero Ronnie Moore slammed into the opposite kobold array like a tank.

  Flesh and flesh were flying, and limbs were scurrying around.

  Kobold hero Ronnie Moore swept across with his big axe, and four or five kobold warriors were cut in half by him. With a wolf-like mouth, a kobold was torn alive.

  Wherever he passed, corpses were everywhere.

  The swamp kobold tribe, led by him, rushed into the opponent's formation like a bamboo, and the number of kobold warriors on the opposite side decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

   It's only a few minutes.

  The kobold warriors who rushed out of the fire, as well as the only kobold priest, died in battle on the ground.

  More than five hundred ordinary kobolds silently walked out of the tribe that was still burning with fire.

  They didn't resist, nor did they run away. They were creatures of the same ethnic group, and it was the same to follow the boss.

   "Press them all back to the Horde and give them to my father."

   Ronnie Moore squinted at the more than five hundred ordinary kobolds full of fear with wolf-like eyes, and said to a strong kobold warrior next to him.

   "Yes, Patriarch!"

   "You bunch of trash, from now on, you forget the name of the former tribe, you will be the dogs of our swamp kobold tribe from now on."

   "Leave me obediently, anyone who dares to resist will be hanged!"

  The strong kobold warrior, carrying a large iron sword, led more than a dozen ordinary kobolds, and drove more than 500 ordinary kobolds towards their tribe, cursing.

  Looking at the leaving team, Ronnie Moore looked at the setting sun.

  Carefully calculated the number of captives of the several kobold tribes that were attacked before, and found that the number still did not exceed 1,500.

   About one thousand two or three hundred.

  His tribe is still too small, and with His Majesty's food intake, such a few tribesmen are obviously not enough.

  After thinking about it, he decided to take his clansmen to fight again overnight, planning to swallow up those dog-headed tribes in the north as well.

  They have already failed His Majesty's trust in them before, and for them, the kobolds whose loyalty is their code, this is their greatest shame.

  He will never allow them to betray His Majesty's trust in them again.

   "The patriarch, the patriarch, the scholar told you to go back."

  Kobold hero Ronnie Moore was just about to take the remaining warriors to another kobold tribe to fight, a kobold warrior swam over from the swamp with sweat on his face and said.

"What's up!"

   "Your Majesty has a new order, the scholar ordered you to return to the tribe."

after an hour.

   Kobold hero Ronnie Moore strode to the open space in front of the tribe, looking around the bonfire, one by one kobolds carrying large and small bags.

  The dog's head is full of fog.

   "Father, what is this for?"

  Beside the bonfire, Ronnie Moore said with some doubts.

   Facing his son's words, kobold scholar Ronnie Stam said with some guilt: "Your Majesty has found a new family member and wants us to move to the site where the family member is located."

  He is really regretful, why didn't he go to the road of conquest and expansion earlier? Increase the number of clansmen and provide more meat for His Majesty.

   As a result, because His Majesty said before that he should keep a low profile, he restrained himself and missed His Majesty's favor for them in vain.

  Of course, he also has selfish intentions. He wants his son to have a certain amount of time to grow up, so that he can have one or two more kobold heroes, so as to establish the identity of His Majesty's first family member.

   Now that His Majesty has found new family members, their status will inevitably decline.

   It is absolutely difficult to think of them if there are any benefits in the future.

   Above the sky.

  Elena, who was soaring, looked at the kobold tribe migrating to the distance.

  Long's face was full of dissatisfaction.

  It's just a group of kobolds, there's no need for her to send a message, wouldn't it be enough to just find a pandaren?

   It's a waste of time to have her come over.

   But she still has to follow, because the kobolds don't know the way, without her leading the way, who knows where they will go.

   Although dissatisfied with Ace.

  But for this group of kobolds, Elena actually has some good feelings.

  A crocodile tail, plus scales, plus the opponent's fangs and big mouth, appearing on the battlefield is more face-saving, very bluffing.

   It perfectly fits her impression of her berserk warriors.

   And the fish caught by the other party is also quite delicious.

  The last is the key.

  Eat more to grow faster and become stronger in battle.

  She, Elena, is a black dragon with lofty aspirations, so she can't eat too little.

  She aspires to become the Queen of the Black Dragon, and wants the entire continent to be his territory. Countless dark races under her command will kneel down on the ground, and gold and silver coins must be spread all over her bed to be able to bury her in it.

  She must put Eliza under her feet and make her call her sister willingly.

  In the wooden palace, Ace was sitting on the throne majesticly, while Eliza squatted aside, telling her achievements of the day.

   "Ace, you are such a genius, grafting is really useful."

"The branches of the nut tree can really be transplanted to other trees. Today I stripped more than 600 trees, leaving only a few branches and leaves on the top of them. I cut off all the branches in other places. One tree Forty or fifty branches were directly transplanted."

   "After transplanting, those trees are not much different from nut trees."

   "If all the trees in our Dark Swamp become like that, I can't imagine how big our dependent forces will be."

  Eliza was very excited, she saw the dawn of victory.

  Food has always been the biggest factor restricting the number of dark races. As long as there is enough food, the terrifying fertility of dark races can double in one or two years.

   Their soldiers will be endless, and their number will be countless times greater than that of human beings.

   At that time, maybe without their three dragons, the dark race will be able to push the human world horizontally.

  (end of this chapter)

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