The dragon just wants to stay at home, but the players are frantically upgrading their technology.

These days, the Black Iron Tribe's army marches south.

The players didn't let them off the hook at all.

The players in the reconnaissance team easily surrounded and killed many goblin scouts through offline communication.

Unfortunately, the Black Iron tribe's army disregarded casualties and pressed down at an extremely fast speed.

They sent out scouts simply to avoid being ambushed by the player's main force.

"Second Battalion Commander, bring out your Italian cannon and give a greeting to the goblin chief and that human."

Zhan Shuai rubbed the rough monocular telescope in his hand and pointed with one finger at the mountaintop where Iron Crocodile and Gray Owl were standing.

"okay!"

Patrick Star excitedly replied to the art enthusiasts standing on the wall not far away.

After Patrick Star died and went back, he ran back from the player camp in the past few days.

Arriving at the giant wooden cannon, Patrick skillfully adjusted the muzzle and aimed at the hilltop that the War General had pointed to.

Hollow cast iron shells were inserted into wooden cannon barrels, and the fuses were lit.

boom!

A tremor resounded, thick white smoke billowed from the muzzle, and the shell whistled as it flew out, tracing an arc in the air.

However, due to insufficient kinetic energy and excessive distance, the shells landed in the forest before even reaching the foot of the mountain where the Iron Crocodile was located.

Boom!

A huge burst of fire and white smoke erupted from the forest, and a deafening roar echoed through the mountains.

"Where did this black-scaled dog-headed man come from? He's no ordinary creature!"

The gray owl gazed at the fire that exploded in the mountains, its voice low and wistful as it speculated.

"Could it be some kind of magical artifact? How could it detect us at this distance?"

"Heh, these black-scaled kobolds really like to provoke us."

Iron Crocodile sneered, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"I just don't know if they'll still have the courage to provoke after losing."

Turning around and heading down the mountain, Iron Crocodile didn't look back, only casually uttering this sentence.

"Tonight, let's send the support soldier to scout ahead."

Their total strength is a thousand goblins, but if you include the auxiliary soldiers who have no combat ability, the number is even greater.

After glancing at the explosion site and the rising white smoke, Gray Owl turned and left.

We've already been spotted by the enemy. If we stay too long, the Blackscale Kobolds' suicide infantry might come.

"Next, let's see the strength of the overlord of the Blackrock Mountains."

With his monocular telescope in hand, watching Gray Owl and Iron Crocodile disappear from the mountaintop, Zhan Shuai put away the telescope.

Tap tap.

Footsteps and questions came from behind.

What is the purpose of firing artillery shells?

It was Mog's voice.

"They're provoking the Iron Crocodile army outside."

After casually replying, Zhan Shuai turned around, looked at Mog who was walking up with Naira, and asked with a smile.

"Have the majority of the Qinglin tribe's kobolds and resources been sent away?"

"Ah."

Mog didn't think much of it and nodded, but there was some difficulty and worry in his eyes.

"The elderly and children were sent away a few days ago, and many soldiers have also left through the underground river beneath the natural cave."

"Natural caves have underground rivers; the Black Iron Tribe probably doesn't know that, right?"

The war commander inquired.

His only plan to ensure the safety of the Rainbow Scale Clan and Mog was this underground river.

If Mog and the others die, it will result in a significant loss of labor and development potential.

He might then be criticized and berated by the very notion that "righteousness is everything."

All they do is fight, fight, fight! They've killed all their allies.

You don't know the cost of firewood, rice, oil, and salt until you're in charge of the household.

How can we develop in the future? How can we build cannons? Who will provide us with logistics?

He really couldn't withstand that combo.

Last time, some of the goblins who were doing logistics were bitten by wild beasts, and he got scolded quite a bit for it.

"I have absolutely no idea."

Mog asserted.

"The Green Scale Tribe's camp is located on the front line, and we absolutely cannot let the Black Iron Tribe people in."

As for the last time the raging tide entered the main camp of the Rainbow Scale Clan.

That's because the main camp was located in the rear; if they were attacked there, they would basically be finished.

At the same time, they also restricted the range of activities of Nu Chao and others.

"That's fine."

Zhan Shuai nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I……"

Hearing what Zhan Shuai said, Mog's worried expression did not disappear. He wanted to speak, but he didn't say anything.

"Say whatever you want to say."

The general's indifferent attitude finally prompted Mog to speak.

"I just want to say, isn't this kind of plan too unfair to your clan?"

Mog gripped the scepter, set aside his hesitation, and spoke his mind.

“This is clearly our camp, yet we are withdrawing most of our soldiers and leaving the task of covering the rear and sacrificing ourselves to you.”

"It should have been our clan that covered the rear and bore the sacrifice, but you proposed that you carry it out, and..."

Mog looked guilty and embarrassed, unsure how to continue the conversation.

Looking at Mog's aged face, Zhan Shuai was somewhat surprised.

This NPC has some high moral standards! He's actually worried about the player's death.

Each time a player dies, the newly generated body will not actually be the same as the original.

From the NPCs' perspective, he is a new member of their race.

Since players communicate with each other using IDs and mostly use offline communication, it's not easy to mistake one for the other.

In order to gain greater benefits, they used death and injury to provoke the NPCs, and thus did not tell the NPCs that they could be resurrected.

What if an NPC who is familiar with a player dies once and then wants to reunite with the player?

That means the fellow villager, Long, possessed the necromancy to resurrect his kin and brought him back to life.

After all, as a notorious black dragon in the fantasy world, it's normal and reasonable for Lao Xianglong to have a title, manipulate souls, and master some necromancy, right?

"And... as a priest of the Rainbow Scale Clan, I must consider the interests of my people."

Mog hesitated for a long time, his hand gripping the bone staff so tightly that it trembled, before finally uttering those words.

After saying that, Mog seemed to have all his strength drained away.

He lowered his head, his withered lips trembling slightly, and his old, dry hands gripped the bone staff tightly, relying entirely on the staff for support.

They came from the northern grasslands, and the old priest had taught him that he should maintain the honor of a warrior.

But as a priest, he felt that he had failed in his duty as a priest of the Rainbow Scale Clan by saying these words.

"It's okay, you're standing with us now, aren't you? Just remember them in the future."

The warlord patted Mog on the shoulder, offered a word of comfort, and then turned and walked down the city wall.

He doesn't dislike people like Mog, anyway.

Whether they genuinely feel ashamed or it's just a political performance by political animals.

I don't dislike either of them.

Naira gazed at the hunched-over priest Mog, her emotions a complex mix of feelings and emotions.

She never imagined that the priest had this side to him.

Humans are so complicated!