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

Grayson added in his mind, "But for a stable income, I can forgive the demi-human race."

"What about his men?"

Fry asked.

"They must not be killed."

Grayson shook his head.

“If the kobolds give a large amount of silver coins and send people to report in batches, it is normal for one person not to come, but if there are too many people, it will be noticed.”

"Too."

Frye nodded. If he could persuade Grayson, he would have more opportunities to build connections.

Even if he fails, he's just a lowly kobold; he can simply flee south.

Could the kobolds really cross most of the Kingdom of Kosia to kill him?

Setting off again and returning to White City, Frye used Grayson's cover to make connections and gather various forces.

With the samples provided by the players, Frye quickly won over both factions.

They purchased mercury and other items, gathered a small group of people, and prepared to head to the Blackrock Mountains to give it a try.

……

Player camp.

After more than ten days of intensive production, players have completed their preparations for the battle.

Lathes, boring machines, blacksmith shops—the assembly lines were running at full speed, day and night.

Weapons were manufactured in batches, entered the armory, and ended up in the hands of the players.

Finley the gnoll sent a pack of dire wolves, while he himself was left behind to train the wolf riders alongside the warmaster.

However, a little funny thing happened during this time.

Ordinary players protested because they were dissatisfied that Tier 1 Dragonblood Warriors could produce their own Dragonscale Coins.

The War General wanted to resolve this incident by using the first Dragon Blood to drive the second Dragon Blood.

Unfortunately, most players didn't buy it.

After discussion, the original group of five decided to provide subsidies to ordinary players.

However, ordinary players must also bear corresponding obligations.

For example, if necessary, one must not refuse the camp's deployment; otherwise, subsidies will be cancelled.

While this increases the expenses of player camps, it also increases the camps' control over players.

Time passed slowly, and on the thirteenth day, Mog returned to the player camp.

"Caliber is justice, lady! Your Blackscale clan's plate armor and weapons are so useful!"

Upon hearing that "caliber is justice," Mog smiled and praised it.

"We directly killed the goblin general Fury Tide, and completely unified the five tribes, taking control of all resources and manpower."

Mog's face showed a hint of smugness and boastfulness, and he couldn't help but look at Finley beside him.

"It's all thanks to the Blackscale Clan's equipment."

Finley curled his lip, his expression disdainful.

He was surprised when he first heard Zhan Shuai and others mention it.

But in that scenario, they could do it even with the Blackscale Clan's equipment.

Hearing Finley's words, Mog's face darkened slightly. That made sense, but could you please not say it out loud?

Can't I pretend for a moment?

"Then show me how you Redfang Gnolls can kill a goblin general?"

Mog said somewhat displeased.

"Alright, stop arguing."

Seeing the two vying for favor, Koujingjizheng raised his hand to suppress them.

"I called you here not to argue, but to share information and formulate strategies."

The tone was flat, suggesting that justice was the ultimate goal.

"According to our intelligence, the Black Iron Tribe has already headed south."

"In about five days, we will be able to cross the central line of the Black Rock Mountains and enter the southern forest."

Mog and Finley's expressions turned serious, their hearts filled with surprise at the Blackscale Clan's intelligence capabilities.

However, thinking of the Blackscale Clan's secret techniques, they felt relieved.

That kind of secret method is incredibly effective at gathering intelligence.

"We are relatively close to the central line of the Black Rock Mountains, and we should be able to arrive in about three days."

Zhan Shuai spoke up from the side, his gaze sweeping over the two of them.

"However, before that, I need to know the number of soldiers and command authority of your two races."

"it is good!"

The two nodded, agreeing that it was perfectly acceptable.

The War General's command ability is evident to all. This war can only be won by relying on the Blackscale Clan.

Soon, the war commander gained command of the soldiers of both races and roughly understood the strength of the two races.

The two races could muster a total of over four hundred ordinary soldiers and eighty Tier 1 soldiers.

These eighty Tier 1 soldiers include twenty-six heavily armored Dragonblood Warriors and twenty-three Wolf Riders.

If we add eighty players, the numbers look decent on paper, and we might have a chance to challenge the Black Iron Clan.

But Zhan Shuai knew that if they really touched it, it would shatter instantly.

The soldiers of the Black Iron Tribe are trained to fight in unison, and with veterans leading them, they form an army.

The soldiers of the two tribes, when they banded together to fight, were just scattered soldiers and a motley crew.

The real main combat power still comes from the players, artillery, and other gunpowder weapons.

The soldiers of both races are only suitable for a full-scale attack during the final decisive battle.

But this is not the most suitable option.

What suits them best is to support player camp construction, acting as their servants.

Having formed an idea in mind, Zhan Shuai discussed it with the two men and formulated a general strategy.

Immediately, everything began to function.

Cang led his tactical squad deep behind enemy lines, with the player acting as scouts, followed closely by goblins and supply trains, as they headed towards the front lines.

The Rainbow Scale Clan and the Red-Toothed Gnolls were not to be outdone, and they also brought out most of their forces.

Meanwhile, in the Black Iron tribe, Copper Whistle had already completed basic training.

Enraged, Iron Crocodile amassed his forces, and countless goblins began to move.

If viewed from above at this moment, the troop movements throughout the Blackrock Mountains appear as if all rivers are flowing into one.

Goblins, players, gnolls, and kobolds were all heading towards the center of the Blackrock Mountains.

Chapter 64 Scout Warfare

The sky was azure, and the sun was high in the sky.

In the middle of the mountains, far from the stream, a clearing was forcibly carved out.

The goblins systematically felled and carried timber to set up camp.

The midday sun pierced through the animal hides of the central command tent, illuminating the space and casting its light onto the simple wooden table.

boom! boom! boom!

Ironcrocodile, the goblin leader, sat in the main seat, wearing a coarse cloth lining. His large fingers tapped the wooden table, producing a dull thud, and his fierce gaze swept over the high-ranking goblins present.

On either side of the long table, besides the bronze whistle, the gray owl, and the goblin officer, there were also several leaders of goblin lairs.

The leaders of the goblin lair felt the Iron Crocodile's gaze, and they showed fear, obediently bowing their heads.

Iron Crocodile's gaze fell on the leaders of these goblin lairs, and a look of disgust flashed in his eyes.

After the deaths of Fury and Shattered Bones, his team almost completely collapsed.

Bronze Whistle and Gray Owl alone are no longer sufficient to fully manage an army of a thousand.

The new generation of Tier 1 goblins failed to win over the masses, so he had to promote some goblin lair leaders to the army.

Withdrawing his gaze, Iron Crocodile stopped moving his fingertips.

Bang bang