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

And it doesn't seem like it was done only once.

The phrase "caliber is justice" and "war commander" are nothing new.

That's how power struggles work.

After being a priest for so many years, Ruomog is still a naive little rabbit. The voice of justice and war general makes the game seem unrealistic.

"Didn't the goblins lose an abandoned mine? We'll just give them an even better one."

Mog withdrew his gaze, first glancing at Nera—Azure Scale, then smiled and continued speaking.

"The Dark Iron Horde cares most about the lives of Tier 1 goblins and their leaders."

Naira felt the gaze of Priest Mog and was slightly taken aback.

She immediately realized what was happening.

The priest is giving her her final lesson!

You can know a person's face but not their heart; even the priest she respected had this side to him.

What about the others?

Naira's gaze swept over the words "Justice" and "War General," and she couldn't help but think more deeply.

"As long as these goblins are alright, I will say it again: you are members of our clan."

The priest Mog's voice continued.

"The fall of a goblin lair so quickly must be a great concern for Ironcrocodile, the leader of the Black Iron Horde."

"They will also become hesitant internally and dare not easily launch a war."

"Then, they will decide to first digest the benefits we have ceded..."

Priest Mog taught his successor while speaking eloquently.

However, the expressions on the faces of Kokoji, the righteous leader, and the war commander were becoming increasingly strange.

"Priest Mog..."

"Let me speak..."

Before he could utter the word "finish," Priest Mog realized something, quickly shut his mouth, and looked at the War Commander.

"Mr. Zhan Shuai, you go first."

He made a huge fool of himself last time because he didn't listen to Zhan Shuai's advice.

"Um, that..."

Zhan Shuai's eyes darted around, his fingers scratching his cheek, looking embarrassed.

"We killed the leader of the goblin lair and several squad leaders."

"Can you still drag this out for another six months?"

"Huh? What!"

The priest Mog emitted an unprecedentedly sharp and explosive sound.

"Hey! That's not how you play Clash of Clans!"

"After you defeat them, you should kill one or two mid-level managers to intimidate them, and then use the upper and middle levels to exchange for benefits and resources!"

"How can you start by killing high-ranking officials and the leader?"

"It was because we killed the leader of the goblin lair that we were able to take over the goblin lair so quickly."

As Zhan Shuai spoke, he recounted the process of the night raid and beheading of the goblin leader.

"Great!"

Mog's expression was extremely complicated, but in the end, he had no choice but to say something from the bottom of his heart.

He never imagined that war could be played out this way.

Deepen into the enemy's lair, corner the enemy leader at the entrance, and join forces to kill him.

The enemy's defenders didn't even have time to react.

What an excellent, perfect warrior!

No wonder he was valued by His Majesty the Black Dragon.

Mog looked at Zhan Shuai and the others with a mixture of envy and horror.

If we go up against Zhan Shuai and his group, we might find ourselves cornered at our own doorstep one day.

Then, the head was moved.

"So, can it hold out for another six months?"

The war commander asked a question.

Despite his envy, Priest Mog couldn't suppress his anger and cursed directly.

"Block my ass!"

He completely lost his composure and confidence, staring at the two warriors with a fierce expression.

After a while, Priest Mog recovered and began to explain.

"The leader of this goblin lair is the younger brother of the goblin general Shatterbond."

"He himself is about to break through to the second level and has won the favor of Iron Crocodile, the leader of the Black Iron Tribe. Iron Crocodile even personally presented him with an excellent suit of armor."

"That armor is hanging in the center of our camp."

"The line is justice" was added abruptly.

"..."

Mog remained silent, weakly raising his head to glance at the statement "California is Justice".

We know you guys are amazing, okay?

He looked away, stopped drinking water, and felt a headache coming on.

I feel like I've been dragged onto a pirate ship. Now that I've signed the alliance contract, there's no way I can back out on the spot.

At the same time, he was also blaming himself.

He was being too presumptuous. How could a newly emerging clan possibly know the rules of the war game between them?

"My previous plan didn't work."

After careful consideration, Mog sighed.

“If I said you were from the Rainbow Scale Clan, the Black Iron Tribe would immediately start a war with us, and the other five tribes would never agree.”

Mogg offered what he considered the most promising solution.

"Go and beg His Majesty the Black Dragon to intervene."

"So how long can it be delayed?"

The war commander ignored the suggestion and asked directly.

"Half a month...no...ten days, at most ten days!"

Mog had barely opened his mouth when he immediately rejected the idea, giving an even shorter number instead.

"The Black Iron Clan has not yet discovered that the goblin lair has been occupied because the people are still within our clan."

“I said when I came that I would give them an explanation and that they should wait in the tribe.”

After explaining, Mog continued, but his tone was full of helplessness.

“But if I don’t return in three days, and they haven’t received any news about the goblin nest here, they will definitely send someone to check.”

"In less than ten days, they will gather a hundred goblins, led by the goblin general himself."

"Just a hundred goblins?"

He murmured to himself, "The line is justice," and then smiled.

"Ten days is enough."

Chapter 36 Entering Familiar Territory

"what?"

Priest Mog stared in disbelief at the caliber of justice.

Does this guy even know what he's saying?!

That's the elite army of the Black Iron Tribe!

Mog could only look at the War Commander beside him and give him a look.

Brother, you should talk to her!

"That's enough."

Zhan Shuai pondered for a moment, then nodded.