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

As his gaze swept across both sides, Priest Mog couldn't help but gasp.

The muscular Dragonblood Warrior stood straight, his eyes fixed straight ahead, spear in hand, his body ramrod straight.

Looking at the sheer number of Dragonblood Warriors, Priest Mog completely abandoned his contempt.

This exiled clan is not weak.

The number of Dragonblood Warriors is almost catching up with that of their Rainbow Scale Clan.

Their posture and discipline were also better than those of the Dragonblood Warriors of their Rainbow Scale Clan.

Especially at the end of the road, there were two tall, armored dragonblood warriors.

They exuded a murderous aura, clearly having been through many battles.

Moreover, their armor was exceptionally clean, with almost no scratches visible.

It is very likely that it was newly built.

This nomadic clan may possess iron smelting technology.

Priest Mog's gaze swept across the surrounding forest without making a sound, and his expression became even more serious.

He could sense that many eyes were watching them from the shadows.

This is by no means the true essence of this clan.

Remembering something, Mog felt a surge of joy; it was better if it was stronger.

However, why do these kobolds have so few scales?

Priest Mog walked along, glancing at it with a puzzled look.

At first glance, these kobolds have almost no scales on their bodies.

Only by looking closely can you see a few young scales among the sparse hairs.

Behind Priest Mog, the five dragonblood warriors of different colors did not have the same relaxed demeanor as Mog.

They huddled together like quails, not daring to look directly into the eyes of the Dragonblood Warrior players around them.

The ordinary kobolds fared even worse, keeping their heads down almost the entire time.

Hey~

Priest Mog glanced subtly at the kobolds behind him and sighed almost imperceptibly.

It's truly infuriating to see kobolds compete with each other!

Look at the kobolds of other clans, and then look at your own clan!

Composing himself, Mog approached the Dragonblood Warrior at the end of the path.

"Child! Let your priests speak with me!"

Mog stopped and said in a deep voice.

In the kobold tribe, the priests who can speak the dragon language are the true holders of power.

Although the clan before him was quite powerful and had conquered the goblin lair, they showed him no respect whatsoever.

"..."

Hearing the old dog-headed man's discontented words, the war commander's last hope was shattered.

"No! We can't understand what the kobolds are saying either! We can only understand what the fellow countryman dragon is saying."

The war commander looked annoyed, muttered a few complaints, and then gestured for the players to take action.

Suddenly, the priest in front of him paused for a moment, then looked down and started searching for something in his pouch.

Zhan Shuai withdrew his hand and stepped back slightly, his brows furrowed.

He wanted to see what tricks this kobold priest could pull.

"Hey, hey, hey, do you understand?"

The priest took out a pitted, gray stone that emitted a faint glow and placed it on his staff.

The war commander remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was utterly astonished.

He could actually understand what the kobold priest was saying.

Zhan Shuai managed to keep his expression straight, but the other players couldn't.

The players looked at each other, then started chattering away.

"Holy crap! It comes with simultaneous interpretation? What new plot have we triggered?"

"What kind of cutting-edge technology is this? How come we can understand what he's saying? He wasn't even speaking Chinese!"

"I don't understand! Is this magic? We killed him and took the stone from his hand, so can we communicate with the NPCs now?"

"That's a great idea! These kobolds are weak; we'll definitely slaughter them until the blood flows like a river!"

Suddenly, a player raised a crucial question.

"Can he understand us now?"

Instantly, all the players fell silent, their gazes sweeping over each other.

Priest Mog's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and veins were bulging on his forehead.

Although he couldn't understand the strange words of these kobolds, he could tell that they wanted to kill them.

The kobolds behind Mog could only tremble in fear, allowing the players to scrutinize them from head to toe without restraint.

"Whoo~"

Despite his inner rage, Mog could only take a deep breath and suppress his anger.

He is a second-order priest, but only a priest.

If it really came down to a fight, I might not be able to defeat so many well-equipped Dragonblood Warriors.

He might be able to escape, but all the children he brought with him will definitely die.

Besides, he didn't come here to fight.

What is this?

Seeing the priest's appearance, the war commander knew that they were still in a superior position, so he moved closer and asked coldly.

“A treasure of our Rainbow Scale Clan.”

Suppressing his anger, Mog looked at the War Commander and said coldly, "Child, I want to see your priest!"

"Do you think you can just see our priests whenever you want?"

The warlord, unaware of the priest's significance to the kobolds, spoke in a cold tone.

"Tell me what's wrong, and I will inform the High Priest."

"Children, you've gotten yourself into a huge mess, do you know that?"

Mog suppressed the anger that was about to burst forth from his heart and said coldly.

Chapter 29 Gap

You mean this?

The warlord pointed to the goblin lair behind him.

"Correct!"

Mog nodded vigorously.

"Seven or eight years ago, Iron Crocodile, the leader of the Black Iron Tribe, came from here."

"He conquered the goblins and drove out the ratmen with his overwhelming strength and an army unlike any other goblin tribe."

"Until they dominated the northern forests and became the most powerful force in the Blackrock Mountains."

Listen, the players looked a little strange, and Zhan Shuai grinned.

This information from my fellow villager Long is really from a long time ago.

And what I never expected was that the primitive goblins in my fellow villager Long's mouth had actually developed to this extent.

It feels a lot like reading a classic shonen manga.

“A few days ago, a general from the Black Iron Tribe came to my Rainbow Scale Clan with the corpse of a Dragonblood Warrior to demand an explanation. That’s when I realized that my compatriots had come to the Blackrock Mountains.”

Upon hearing this, Zhan Shuai and the others understood why the goblins had not yet arrived.

It turns out it was a misunderstanding!

"I came here to persuade you to apologize to them and not to provoke them, but..."

Mog sighed, looked up at the goblin tribe, and said with a helpless tone.

"It's too late, you've already caused a huge disaster."

"However, there may be a solution to this problem."

Suddenly, Mog changed the subject, looking at the War Commander with a kind tone.