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

The warlord's words were already very clear: if you want to return to human society, you must cooperate with the letter writer.

But he didn't understand that the letter writer was clearly a member of the Northern Army.

Once back in human society, what guarantees will the Warlords have for their loyalty?

"clever."

Zhan Shuai clapped and laughed, "As long as you cooperate, you will naturally return to White City, and Grayson will naturally obtain the salt agency rights."

"And you..."

Zhan Shuai's lips curled into a mocking smile: "Immense benefits await us later."

After saying this, Zhan Shuai turned and left, disappearing into the night.

Only after confirming that the two had left the area of ​​the Language Proficiency Stone did Zhan Shuai mutter a word.

"Being a riddle solver is so much fun!"

On the other side, Daros and Grayson looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Boss, we can't understand what he's saying, what should we do?"

Grayson asked.

"I don't understand either."

Daros shrugged helplessly and said, "Well, we'll just have to cooperate with him."

Grayson and Daros said nothing more, turned and left, and then parted ways.

"Damn, that guy is terrifying, his clothes are all wet."

Back in the tent, Daros tugged at his clothes, which were soaked with cold sweat, and felt uncomfortable all over.

But given the current situation, there were no clothes for Daros to change into, so Daros had to sleep in his sweaty clothes.

Daros lay on the makeshift bed on the ground, unable to sleep, pondering Zhan Shuai's words all night.

He thought about it all night, not because he had figured it out, but because it was dawn.

Fortunately, he wasn't the only one who experienced this.

The book is officially abandoned; explanations for the sequel and some foreshadowing.

The data has been declining for the past few days, and coupled with a severe cold, I really haven't been in the mood to write anything.

After much deliberation, I decided to become a eunuch.

The number of subscriptions to this book started to decline as soon as it was released and has never increased since. The decline was probably already determined when I went too far in describing the war and dared not push the plot forward.

Given my laziness and lack of effort, this book might have died long ago; what follows is just a lingering, lifeless corpse on its way to death.

Thank you for your support. I have let you down along the way. Maybe the Black Dragon and the Kobolds really do have the buff of being castrated.

I will add the missing thank-you notes for the donations, as well as the general plot developments to follow.

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Thank you all for your continued support and subscriptions to this book.

This book also taught me a lot of skills and experience.

Thank you everyone, this book will not come back to life.

I'm sorry, I didn't put in enough effort and my skills weren't up to par, and I've let everyone down.

Chapter 211 I haven't gotten on the bus yet! I haven't gotten on the bus yet!

The next day.

In front of the centaur camp, Caliber Justice and Finley rode dire wolves, while several other players stood lazily on their dire wolves.

Finley looked at the silver caliber of Justice on the other dire wolf in front of him, his expression full of curiosity.

He heard from Naira that Caliber is Justice originally didn't want to come, but he didn't know what methods the War General used, so Caliber is Justice still came.

Ahead, Justice is unaware of Finley's ulterior motives; she is simply waiting for the centaurs who have come to investigate.

Before long, a group of centaurs came galloping by, their hooves leaving trails as they stopped not far from the caliber of justice.

The player stands far away from the group of five centaurs.

The leading centaur covered his mouth with his hand, about to ask a question from afar, when "Justice is the best policy" spoke in broken ancient common language.

"I am from the Blackscale Clan..."

But when it came to identity, the words "righteousness is the ultimate goal" caught in their throat.

She is the president of the Player Magic Energy Research Association, the speaker of the Player Council, the prime minister of the Player Government, and is known as the "Elder Secretary," single-handedly shouldering the responsibilities of the entire player camp.

But if these identities were explained to an uneducated centaur, would he understand?

The answer is undoubtedly no.

And least importantly, he didn't know how to say these words in Old Common.

The centaurs looked at each other, puzzled, wondering why this strange silver-scaled dog-headed man had stopped talking.

After holding it in for a long time, Kouchijizheng looked at the centaurs in the distance, his face growing redder and redder.

Even though she couldn't see the other person's expression clearly because of the distance, she could already imagine the puzzled and strange look on their face.

Damn it, it's all that old bastard Zhan Shuai's fault. He said the Language Proficiency Stone was too precious, and if it got lost in an accident, we'd be doomed. He absolutely refused to let me bring it.

"The administrator, this is the administrator of the Blackscale Clan."

Just then, Finley stepped forward, spread his hand on the caliber of justice, and shouted loudly to the other side.

"He has important matters to discuss with your vanguard officer, Herkan. Please relay this message."

In the distance, the centaurs whispered a few words to each other, glancing over every now and then before finally calling out in their direction.

"Please wait here for a moment."

Immediately afterwards, two centaurs raised their hooves and rode away, one after the other.

Watching the two centaurs leave, Caliber Justice turned back and gave Finley a look of satisfaction and approval.

Faced with his godmother's approval of "the truth is justice," Finley's furry face flushed slightly. He scratched his head, avoided eye contact, chuckled twice, and waited.

The group had not waited long when the two centaurs that had left returned with a large number of centaurs.

At a glance, there were at least a hundred of them, raising clouds of dust, their hooves thundering, creating a magnificent spectacle.

Anyone who didn't know better would have thought Herkan was going to take the opportunity to kill someone.

Take Finley, for example. He clenched his wolf belly, his eyes warily fixed on the centaur army ahead. His hand instinctively reached for the longsword at his waist, then, realizing something, he reached for the musket on his back.

"Don't panic."

"Justice is the best policy," said the man with a calm expression, raising his hand to stop Finley: "Helkan is the centaur commander. The centaur situation is critical right now, so it's normal for him to be on guard and bring a few hundred million people with him."

As they spoke, Mouth is Justice had already shoved the wolf into its belly. With a nonchalant smile, the wolf walked toward the three remaining centaur scouts ahead, preparing to go together to greet Helkan as a sign of sincerity.

"Holy crap, why aren't these centaurs slowing down? Don't they like it?"

"Hey, why are you drawing your bow and arrow?"

"They don't like his size, these guys are going to make a move!"

Just as Justice and Finley were putting some distance between themselves and the players, someone among the players who had been lazily laughing and joking behind them noticed something was wrong and shouted.

Having already reached the Centaur scout's side, Justice's pupils constricted, and he realized something was wrong, but it was too late.

Shhhhhh.

A dense barrage of arrows, like a black raindrop, rained down from the centaur army.

"Caliber is Justice" quickly dismounted and, along with the centaur and dire wolf beside him, fell to the ground.

"Damn, are these centaurs out of their minds? The best solution is to team up with us and attack humans! Why are they shooting arrows at us the moment they arrive?"

Feeling the arrows whizzing overhead and hurtling towards the players, Kouyijizheng cursed inwardly.

Beside him, a dire wolf, its eyes wide and head trembling pitifully on the ground, looked at the "Cutline is Justice" with a puzzled expression.

Master, are you asking about a scorpion?

Meanwhile, the centaur lying on the ground not far from the caliber of justice, with a mouthful of dirt and dry grass, also looked completely bewildered.

They also couldn't understand why Herkan was taking action against this man covered in silver scales, who looked extraordinary at first glance and claimed to be the leader of the Blackscale Clan.

Even if there are problems, is it really necessary to resort to violence?