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

Chapter 47 The Death of Shattered Bones (Please continue reading)

Bang!

A figure suddenly popped out from the withered leaves behind the shattered bones.

Brown, withered leaves fluttered in the air, and a flash of cold light shot out, heading straight for the heart of the shattered bones.

Upon hearing the sound, Broken Bones felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively wanted to lunge forward, twist backward, and raise his hands to protect his heart.

Use inertia to submerge your body in the water while simultaneously getting a clear look at the enemy's face.

If he were at his peak, Shattered Bones would be able to execute this series of movements with effortless grace.

But with his magic depleted, his stamina nearly gone, and his blood loss excessive, he simply didn't have time.

As his body lunged forward and twisted halfway back, Cang's dagger arrived.

puff!

The gleaming dagger pierced through Broken Bones' chest, then swiftly slashed upwards, cleanly slicing across Broken Bones' neck.

Blood blossoms flew from the shattered bones of the chest, abdomen, and neck, blooming in the air.

boom.

The shattered bones crashed heavily into the stream, instantly turning the clear water red.

"Uh...ha..."

Bubbles emerged from Broken Bones' mouth, its hand stretched out of the stream, then fell limply, its dark yellow pupils gradually dilating.

"The second-tier skill in this game is pretty good! It's amazing that it still has such good reaction speed at this level."

After confirming that Shattered Bones was completely dead, Cang dragged Shattered Bones' body out of the stream, his eyes gleaming with a strange light.

If Broken Bones had discovered him from the beginning, he might not have been able to defeat him.

"Wait! What are you doing here, class monitor...?"

In the forest, Baicaoyuan, followed by a white wolf, emerged from the bushes with a surprised expression.

Pushing aside the bushes, Baicaoyuan noticed the shattered bones of the corpse on the ground, and his expression suddenly turned to horror.

"No! My prey!"

"Your good looks are yours, and I'm the prey."

Cang smiled, twirled the knife, and inserted it into the leather sheath on his thigh.

"You have no sportsmanship! You... huff... huff~"

Bai Caoyuan was overcome with emotion and wanted to start cursing, but after taking a couple of deep breaths, she calmed down.

They didn't kill him, that's all.

Even if it was just a little short, it still meant they didn't kill him.

Besides, he had been chasing for so long without wearing down Shattered Bone; instead, he had been tricked by Shattered Bone.

"alright."

Baicaoyuan glanced reluctantly at the shattered corpse, sighed, and turned to leave.

"Help me move the body."

Cang's voice came, but Baicaoyuan pretended not to hear it, jumped onto the wolf, and let the wolf leave.

Not getting angry is a sign of my high moral character, but helping to move a corpse? What are you even thinking?

Looking at the departing Hundred Herbs Garden, Cang felt somewhat helpless and could only log off and call other team members to help carry it away.

Second-tier corpses shouldn't be wasted.

Siegel does not eat humanoid corpses, so he cannot be used to upgrade to a Dragonblood Warrior.

However, the corpses of humanoid creatures can be used as materials for resurrection.

That's how we dealt with the goblins that died in the goblin nest last time.

Soon, other players arrived and, together with Cang, carried the body back.

The Hundred Herbs Garden also took away the goblin general's broken-bones saber and armor.

These are all his spoils of war.

……

Abandoned trade routes, bathed in the blood-red glow of the setting sun.

The battle is over. The goblin army is either dead, surrendered, or has fled in disarray.

More than eighty goblins surrendered, including auxiliary soldiers, regular goblin soldiers, and some goblin squad leaders.

They were all bound and taken back to the camp by the traitor Ah Le.

In the orange glow of the setting sun, the colorfully painted goblins in the camp felt a tightness in their chests as they silently carried the corpses.

The players then scavenged for loot, looted corpses, and moved them around, laughing and joking.

In the distance, Zhan Shuai led Moge and the others down.

As they strolled across the battlefield, Mog and Finley's gazes swept over the charred and mangled corpses on the ground, their expressions complex.

When they were on the mountain, they didn't feel it as deeply.

But now, they truly felt the terror of gunpowder.

Looking around, the area around each shell crater was filled with bits of flesh and goblin corpses studded with shrapnel.

The battlefield was filled with the smell of blood and strong sulfur.

They dared not imagine what would happen to their clan if they were to encounter such a weapon in the future.

Compared to the goblin army, they would probably be even more pathetic.

Both of them were somewhat worried about the fate of their race after the war with the Black Iron Horde ended.

"Is the story over yet? If it is, come and help move the corpses."

Some players' eyes lit up when they saw Zhan Shuai and the others, and they shouted out.

"We haven't finished talking, but we can move while we talk."

The War General glanced at Mog and Finley and smiled faintly.

"Row."

Mog nodded, already used to it.

That's how the kobolds of the Blackscale Clan are; they have no sense of hierarchy and always call on each other to do something together.

Do I need to move too?

Finley looked bewildered.

He had heard Mog say that the Blackscale Clan had no hierarchy, but this was just too much of a lack of hierarchy.

Koujijizheng and Zhanshuai should be considered the leaders of the Blackscale Clan, yet someone dared to order them to move corpses.

The two of them actually agreed.

"Nonsense, your dad and I are moving, aren't you?"

"Caliber is Justice" glanced at Finley sideways and said irritably.

Finley dared not argue and could only follow along as they moved the bodies.

"Caliber is Justice" swept his gaze over Finley and Mogg, a smile appearing in his eyes.

The compliance test was very successful.

These two NPCs have been won over and brought to their side, making the subsequent trade negotiations much easier.

While moving the body, he asked questions, emphasizing that justice should prevail.

"You provide the Dark Iron Horde with dire wolves as mounts, right?"

Mog told them this information.

The information provided by Mog also included a map of the surrounding area, though it wasn't as detailed as the maps drawn by the players themselves.

After all, the Cailin clan was just a primitive tribe, without standardized map-drawing methods, relying entirely on memory.

"There's nothing we can do about it; we didn't want to either."

Upon hearing this, Finley paused, his eyes flickering, before letting out a sigh.

"We Redfang Gnolls and Rainbow Scales are too weak. We couldn't beat the Ratmen before, and now we can't beat the Goblins."

"In order to survive, we have no choice but to sign some treaties with the Black Iron Tribe and supply them with resources."

In recent years, the war between the Black Iron Horde and the Skaven has ended.

In order to quickly restore their strength, the Black Iron Tribe put all kinds of pressure on them and squeezed out their resources.

Given the vast disparity in technological and military strength between the two sides, they could only provide resources.