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

His voice was hoarse, with a hint of barely perceptible regret in his tone.

"No way?"

Upon hearing this, all the high-ranking goblins showed expressions of shock.

Tongshao's heart skipped a beat.

"How could this be? He..."

Nu Chao's expression changed drastically, but before he could finish speaking, he was silenced by Iron Crocodile's extremely oppressive gaze.

The raging tide fell silent, speechless and daring not to utter another word.

Only Gray Owl, sitting to the right of Shattered Bones, remained silent, as if he already knew the news.

Before the other goblin leaders could even process this bombshell news, Iron Crocodile dropped another bombshell.

"Moreover, the entire army of Shattered Bones was wiped out, with only a few auxiliary soldiers escaping back."

Upon hearing this news, the goblin leaders could no longer remain silent and were instantly thrown into an uproar.

"Hiss~ How is this possible? When did the Blackrock Mountains become such a powerful force?"

"What... what exactly happened? Even if it was an army from the northern grasslands, it's impossible for them to have annihilated the entire Bone Shattering Army."

For a moment, gasps of cold air filled the stone chamber, and the goblin leaders were shocked.

Generally, an army will start to rout when its casualties exceed 20%.

They couldn't fathom what method could possibly have been used to annihilate the entire army of Shattered Bones.

This time, Iron Crocodile did not interrupt again, but waited for the other senior executives to digest the news before slowly speaking.

"According to the report from the soldiers who escaped, the enemy is the Black-scaled Dog-headed Man that was discovered last time."

"The army of shattered bones encountered a sphere that flew from the sky and exploded upon landing, throwing the army into chaos."

"Then, an elite fully armored force launched a surprise attack from the rear and defeated the Bonebreaker."

Beside him, Gray Owl, with a full beard and a gloomy expression, took over the conversation.

"Preliminary estimates suggest that the Blackscale Dog-Headed Army consists of between three hundred and five hundred men, all armed with iron weapons, with between fifty and one hundred fully armored elite troops."

Upon hearing this, Copper Whistle sensed that something was amiss.

Such a large number of people could only have come from the northern grasslands.

The north was his defense zone.

Copper Whistle immediately spoke, looking astonished.

"How could this be? So many kobolds, yet I didn't detect any movement at the northern pass!"

"Could it be that those support soldiers were so scared that they exaggerated the enemy's strength?"

Nu Chao also voiced his doubts.

The other high-ranking officials all looked at Gray Owl, hoping that they had indeed miscalculated.

The sudden appearance of such a large number of people and such equipment in the Blackrock Mountains is truly unbelievable.

"In fact, this is still an underestimation. The situation reported by auxiliary soldiers is even more terrifying, with much larger data."

Gray Owl glanced at the high-ranking goblins, his tone icy, ruthlessly shattering their illusions.

"Can……"

Copper Whistle opened his mouth as if to speak again, but Gray Owl interrupted him.

"All right."

Gray Owl glanced at Copper Whistle impatiently.

"The leader and I don't want to find out where these kobolds came from."

"We just want to know the specifics, and then we'll deal with them."

"Yes, I have called you all here today not to discuss anything, but to give you a notification."

Iron Crocodile nodded, his tone indifferent, his gaze slowly sweeping over everyone before finally settling on several leaders of the goblin lairs.

"Especially you guys, you've been a bit restless since the war with the ratmen ended!"

"Don't dare, don't dare!"

A goblin covered in purple paint changed his expression and immediately spoke.

The other goblin lair leaders echoed this sentiment.

"Heh, you don't dare?"

Iron Crocodile chuckled, slowly stood up, and walked behind the purple goblin.

The torches flickered, and the massive body of the Iron Crocodile cast a shadow, enveloping the purple goblin within.

"leader……"

The purple goblin realized something was wrong, and a fine layer of cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

He was about to speak when Iron Crocodile's large hands pressed down from both sides, completely silencing his words.

Iron Crocodile's arms were muscular and menacing, and veins bulged on his skin, which was painted with war dance designs, resembling a poisonous dragon.

"I heard you're about to break through to the second tier, and you're quite proud of yourself, comparing yourself to me."

Iron Crocodile spoke in an icy tone, each word delivered with increasing force.

"I...I didn't...uh...uh..."

At first, the purple goblin could still utter a word or two.

But as Iron Crocodile exerted force, his face was squeezed and twisted, and he could not utter a single word, only meaningless syllables.

The entire stone chamber was eerily quiet, save for the cracking sound of bones breaking and the cold words of the Iron Crocodile.

“Someone also told me that you privately forged armor and hid it in your lair instead of handing it over to the tribe.”

As the last word fell, Iron Crocodile's muscles bulged, and he suddenly exerted force.

boom!

With a loud bang, the purple goblin's head, unable to withstand the pressure, exploded.

Blood splattered everywhere, staining the iron crocodile's large hand and dripping onto the ground with a "drip-drip" sound.

All the goblins watched without daring to utter a word.

The remaining goblin lair leaders, in particular, trembled uncontrollably, and some even urinated.

They had almost forgotten how ferocious Iron Crocodile was when they were fighting the Ratmen just two years ago.

"All goblin lairs are now in wartime status, and half of their troops and supplies have been transferred to the tribe."

Iron Crocodile spoke calmly and released his grip.

Snapped!

The flattened head slammed to the ground, sending a shiver down the spines of all the goblin lair leaders.

"Yes!"

"Yes Yes!"

A series of responses rang out.

Bronze Whistle and Angry Tide stood silently to the side.

Although they were not the leaders of the goblin lair, they dared not speak at this moment.

"Get out of here! Take this coward with you."

Iron Crocodile glanced disdainfully at the goblin lair leader who had wet his pants.

The goblin lair leaders dragged him away, trembling.

Iron Crocodile returned to the main seat, his gaze sweeping over Copper Whistle and Raging Tide, and picked up the wine glass on the table with his bloodied hand.

"You two have been talking too much. I hope you'll be more obedient."

"Yes!"

The raging tide and the bronze whistle immediately bowed their heads, and the terror of the past returned.

“Bronze Whistle, your men abandon the northern pass, withdraw, and reorganize with half the soldiers provided by each nest, and retrain them.”

Iron Crocodile took a sip of his drink and began making arrangements methodically.

“Raging Tide, you will be stationed in the south. Once you are familiar with the area, send scouts into the southern forests to collect supplies from the Rainbow Scale Kobolds and Red Fang Gnolls in advance.”

"You need to be especially careful of the Rainbow-scaled Dog-headed Clan."

"Yes!"

The two responded in turn.

Iron Crocodile gave a few more instructions, and then the two turned and left.

As the two left, sounds came from inside the stone chamber.