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

Chapter 58 Deception (Please continue reading)

Black Rock Mountains, afternoon.

The sun was blazing, the sunlight was fiery, and the high temperature distorted the air, bringing waves of heat.

The abandoned trade route had become dry and hard, and even the small puddles on the road had been evaporated.

Frye walked forward with vacant eyes, like a walking corpse.

Even after stepping into puddles and getting his trouser legs wet with mud, he remained oblivious, walking forward in a daze.

"Don't be too sad, at least we're still alive."

Grayson, looking distressed, walked over, patted Fry on the shoulder, and offered words of comfort.

"Look on the bright side, you still have assets and shops. As long as you return to Baicheng, you can make a comeback."

"..."

Upon hearing Grayson's words, Frye's face twitched, revealing an expression that was more like crying.

"Most of my assets and shops have been mortgaged for loans, and I'm making this trip to make a comeback."

Grayson fell silent, wondering if he was trying to comfort someone or just poking at their sore spot!

"Sigh, it's good that you're alive."

Grayson sighed and said nothing more.

He was afraid that if he continued to comfort him, Frye would die.

Frye still hasn't settled the final payment he owes their team.

A team member wearing leather armor walked over and winked at Grayson from a distance.

Grayson walked over.

The team member leaned closer and said in a low voice.

"Boss, the food those bastard goblins left behind is not enough to get us back to White City."

After saying that, the team member looked up, glanced at the caravan members in front of him, and secretly made a throat-slitting gesture.

"Or, we..."

A ruthless glint flashed in Grayson's eyes, but before he could reply, a commotion came from ahead.

"Soldiers! More soldiers ahead!"

"What should we do? Maybe we should run into the woods; there might still be a way to survive."

"Run? Do you think a soldier can act alone? The soldier's mother saw you! You think there's no soldier in the woods?"

"What should I do? I don't want to die!"

"Why are you so dense! Lie down with me right now!"

A commotion arose ahead, and the crowd gradually lowered their heads.

Listening to the crowd's words and watching the dozens of silver-white iron figures gradually emerge as the crowd crouched down, Grayson felt his vision go black.

army!

It's that damn army again!

How can someone be so unlucky!

Grayson steadied himself, put down his weapon, and slowly crouched down, a bitter smile playing on his lips.

This time, there weren't even any goods to avoid further trouble.

If the officer is in a bad mood, he might actually use it as a reason to cut off your military merits.

tread.

tread.

tread.

The footsteps and the clanging of metal armor grew closer.

Grayson kept his head down, not daring to look up.

He just hoped that the officer wouldn't notice him or cause him any trouble.

But just as he feared, the footsteps stopped right beside him.

Yu Guangzhong's slightly hairy feet touched the ground, and his silvery-white leg armor reflected the sunlight, stinging Grayson's eyes.

Grayson's heart sank, and he slightly loosened his grip on his head, ready to draw the dagger hidden under his leather armor at any moment.

If this unknown soldier really wanted to kill him...

He will never sit idly by and wait for his death.

"Hmm? I think I recognize you. Look up."

An unfamiliar language came through, but Grayson found that he could understand it.

Having interacted with the mage before, Grayson immediately understood that this was a third-tier magical artifact, the Language Proficiency Stone.

At the same time, he also noticed that the sound was somewhat familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before, and it sounded a bit like a dog barking.

However, Grayson didn't think much of it, obediently looked up, and put on a flattering smile.

When the officer tells you to raise your head, you have to do it quickly.

People could really die if you're too slow.

"Sir, I..."

His gaze shifted upwards, and Grayson looked up as he spoke, then froze.

"Is it you?"

Beneath the silver-white helmet was a dog's head.

Moreover, he had a very deep impression of the owner of that dog's head.

Two months ago, he was the dragonblood kobold who set up an ambush to make a deal, and even knew how to test the waters by trading with Frye amidst all the cursing and swearing.

But those kobolds weren't carrying wooden spears and barely wearing any clothes, were they?

But what is this in front of me?

"Oh? Isn't this the captain of the guard of the merchant who sells us ironware?"

The War General looked down at Grayson's shocked face and casually waved his hand.

"Get up, you don't have to be like them."

"Yes, sir."

Grayson obediently stood up, his mind still reeling.

He couldn't understand what had happened in just over two months.

How did these kobolds end up wearing armor made of finely forged steel with exceptional craftsmanship?

"Weren't you going north to do trade? How did things turn out like this?"

Zhan Shuai feigned confusion and asked curiously.

"morning……"

Grayson, looking sorrowful, recounted how the goblin army had robbed him.

"Damn it! That damned goblin army!"

The war commander's face showed anger as he cursed.

"It was one thing for them to steal our things when we hadn't developed yet."

"Now that we've developed, are you still so arrogant on our own turf?"

"You...you were robbed by them too?"

Grayson was taken aback and couldn't help but ask.

"Yes! We were originally..."

With a look of reminiscence in his eyes and a sigh in his voice, Zhan Shuai began to tell a short story he had prepared in advance.

Basically, the Blackscale Clan of Kobolds is a powerful, reclusive tribe that was sent south to expand its influence.

As a result, they encountered goblins from the Dark Iron Tribe on the way and were robbed by them.

They could only settle down first and wait for the clan to send people south to help them.

"Oh, I see!"

Grayson suddenly understood, nodded knowingly, and felt a sense of shared misfortune.

He didn't notice much of a problem.

Even if he did realize there was a problem, with the officer's knife here, he wouldn't dare utter a single word of dissent.

"Speaking of which, you've helped us quite a bit."