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

Leaving aside His Majesty the Black Dragon behind them, the strength that the Black Scale Clan has just displayed is something they cannot match.

“We had no choice. They were good to us, and they were kobolds just like us.”

Seeing Renn's expression, Mog was afraid that Renn had misunderstood, so he offered some guidance.

But when he came to the end, Mog sighed.

"No matter what the final outcome is, it's better than being continuously drained of blood by the Black Iron Tribe and then being wiped out."

"understood."

Renn nodded silently.

"Bring our distinguished guest over."

Seeing this, Mog shouted.

Soon, a guard brought the player up.

"Distinguished guest" is their nickname for that player.

The player, escorted by guards, walked slowly with a cold expression.

He felt ashamed and disgusted by being touched by the goblin general, and did not send the video to the "Cut to Justice" channel.

Instead, he gave a verbal account, naturally omitting that particular part.

But the thought still made him feel terrible, and he almost had the urge to quit the game.

"Old man! What kind of teaching are you giving! That blue-haired guy next to you almost molested me!"

The player looked up at Mog and said bluntly.

Unfortunately, without the Language Stone, neither Mog nor Raine could understand him.

However, it's not surprising that Raine could read the players' expressions as swearing.

This little brat is like that; he'll curse anyone he wants, no matter who they are.

When he first arrived, he was still somewhat emotional.

But now, with the opposing clan's heavy plate armor on his body, emotions? What are those?

This is a true ancestor!

As Mog looked at the scene, recalling Raine's description, he had a headache and asked the guard to bring him a charcoal pencil. He then added a few more words to a wooden board that had already been prepared.

After writing, Mog handed the wooden board to the player.

The current situation is written on the wooden board in an ancient common language.

The player glanced over and immediately understood what was going on, took a screenshot, and logged off.

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Dare to kill my horse? :@CaliberIsJustice, the old man in the color seems to want to do something to that goblin, he gave me a plank.

Immediately afterwards, the player named "Dare to Kill My Horse" posted a photo.

"Cutpoint is justice": Received, let me check the language comparison table.

Time ticked by, and soon enough, "Cutline is Justice" sent a picture.

The picture shows a piece of paper with only one word written on it.

Soon after, the interpretation that "caliber equals justice" was also released.

Justice is justice: They want to kill the goblin general named Rage Tide to avenge you.

Warlord: @Dare to Kill My Horse, what did that goblin general do to you? Why are they seeking revenge for you? (Confused)

Dared to kill my horse: Didn't do anything!

After sending that message, the horse that dared to kill me, its face dark, memorized the word and went back online.

The lifeless eyes of the ordinary kobold in front of Mog also refocused.

"Dare to kill my horse?" looked at Mog, stepped forward, snatched the charcoal pencil from Mog's hand, flipped over the wooden board, and was about to write in the blank space.

The charcoal pencil had just touched the wooden board, making a black dot, and was about to move down when the hand that dared to kill my horse stopped.

because……

He forgot how to write the ancient common word for "caliber is justice".

"Damn! Why does this game have to be so hardcore? Do they really have to create their own language?"

He cursed and logged off, clearly annoyed that someone dared to kill my horse.

In a short period of time, three versions of the untold story about him and that goblin general have appeared in the group.

The man who dared to kill me wrote down the word with a dark expression, closed the group chat, and then logged back in.

This time he didn't forget and wrote the word correctly on the wooden board.

Mog leaned closer; there was only one word written crookedly on it.

kill!

Looking at him, Mog felt an overwhelming sense of dominance.

One word instantly dispelled all their previous concerns.

As Raine watched, flames ignited in his eyes, and the blood that had just cooled within him began to boil again.

All the previous frustration, humiliation, and discomfort transformed into a burning anger within him.

"Then kill them!"

Raine stood with his sword drawn, his cold gaze fixed on the direction of the stone chamber.

Behind him stood nearly thirty dragonblood kobolds, each wielding a weapon.

Meanwhile, inside the cave of the Cailin clan.

The two guards who were watching over Nu Chao and his men inside had collapsed to the ground.

The same was true for the several guards standing outside.

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Fury Tide sat on a rock by the campfire, unarmored, just as he had been when confronting Raine.

He looked at the two guards lying unconscious on the ground at the entrance, wearing only leather armor, with a mocking expression.

"These are the enemies of lightly armored soldiers! Utterly weak."

"Hahaha! The general is right. Even if a hundred of these enemies came, they would be no match for us."

"Yes! Just like the ratmen we faced back then. Their attacks couldn't break through our defenses at all; they could only be ruthlessly defeated by us."

The heavily armored goblin guards responded with a smile.

"Do not."

Nu Chao shook his head and turned to his guards with a smile.

"Heavy armor has its advantages, and light armor has its advantages. But we cannot have only heavy armor without light armor, or light armor without heavy armor."

As he spoke, Nu Chao's gaze swept over them.

In the campfire, the wood crackled and burned, and the blazing flames flickered.

The bright yellow light shone on the goblin guards, illuminating their laughing and chatting faces and the clothes that had dried inside.

It also revealed the full-body armor, which gleamed with a metallic sheen and was exceptionally heavy.

This is precisely why Nu Chao dared to enter the Cai Lin clan alone several times.

The Rainbow Scale Clan did not possess smelting technology and had at most two or three sets of tattered iron armor that they had acquired from human merchants.

Even if a fight breaks out, he is confident that he can break through.

It's nothing more than people dying and it takes some effort.

"How is the situation?"

Nu Chao raised his eyes, looked out of the stone chamber, and asked.

"Reporting to the general, all the kobolds outside have been knocked unconscious, and the lightly armored scouts are gathering information and memorizing the terrain."

The voices of goblin soldiers could be heard outside.

"Hmm, not bad."

Nu Chao nodded, a satisfied gleam in his eyes.

This was one of the reasons he ventured deep into the Cailin clan: to understand the terrain and gather information.

The Black Iron Tribe will have to go to war with the Rainbow Scale Clan sooner or later; it's inevitable.

As for the feelings of the Rainbow Clan and Raine, there's no need to care; they're just a tribe that can't even muster ten sets of armor.

A powerful tribe should ruthlessly bully and humiliate a weak tribe!

"Come in, and have two soldiers outside who have changed into dry clothes."