White Dragon Lord

Amos named the medium-sized island that he occupied Tasman Island, which means origin in the dragon language, and he hoped that this would be the place where he made his fortune.

This world is very dangerous, there are brainless demons, demons full of bad water, evil gods who plan dirty PY transactions, and intelligent creatures who have no friendliness to white dragons.

Amos clearly knew that the power of dragons was not enough to make him rest easy, and he was as strong as a dragon mother who could live in the North Wind Icefield where birds don't shit.

Amos is fed up with the days of hiding in the east, so he wants to build a powerful force so that he can appear in the sun aboveboard.

Today is the first step of the Long March.

On the coast of Tasman Island, the fish people of the White Scales clan are building in full swing, using fishbone axes to source materials from the forest.

After removing the branches of the trees, the murlocs worked together to carry the logs back to the beach, leaving a string of footprints on the beach. The logs were processed into wood by the murloc mages, and finally murloc huts were built.

Amos frowned as he watched the busy murlocs. Although the fishbone axe was sharp, it was fragile and shattered. The murloc mages had low work efficiency, but there was no good way to do it at present.

There are endless wars among the various ethnic groups in the overseas archipelago. Even if Amos is willing to buy gold coins for a strategic resource like iron, he will still find a seller.

On a whim, Amos went to the sea to catch a ten-meter-long fish and handed it over to the fish people for processing.

Looking at the fish and meat tumbling up and down in dozens of boiling stone pots, Amos was aroused by greed. Since his rebirth, he has been living a life of blood and blood, and he has almost made him forget the deliciousness of cooked food.

Picking up a stone pot the size of a small bowl for a giant dragon, the strong body of the dragon is not afraid of being hot, Amos poured the fish and soup into his mouth and savored it carefully.

The taste is not bad. The pure natural sea fish is cooked with non-polluting sea water, without adding any spices, which maintains the most essential deliciousness of the sea fish meat.

cool~!

Soon Amos dried up all the dashi.

"Blind old man!"

"What's the master's order?" replied the old blind man who had been serving on the side.

"Tell me what you know about the neighborhood."

The old blind eye lowered his head and sorted out his thoughts: "There is only one big island around Tasman Island, and there is a large ogre clan on the island called the Skull Skull Clan. The Skull Skull Clan enslaves a group of kobolds and gnolls to help them produce."

"Their leader is a two-headed ogre. I have seen it from a distance in the sea. It is carrying a huge staff, so I infer that it has the ability to cast spells."

"As for the other medium-sized islands and small islands, as far as I know, they all pose no threat to the master, and the ogre cannot cross the strait, and there is no threat to the master."

The old blind eye hurriedly added: "Even if the ogre crosses the strait, it will only take more effort for the master."

As he said that, he looked at Amos cautiously.

Amos knew that it was worried about offending himself. After all, the brutality of the five-colored dragon was well known to the world, and Amos was certainly not so stingy.

"It seems that this ogre clan is a hurdle that cannot be overcome."

Amos muttered to himself, it is no stranger to ogres, these fat people are level 7 creatures when they are adults, 3 meters tall, weigh 800 pounds on average, and are born with divine power.

During the sneak attack on Sandonal's southward team, Amos saw with his own eyes these fat men carrying logs and hitting adult barbarian warhorses of at least 300 pounds as baseballs.

There is no room for two tigers in one mountain. Sooner or later, Amos will expand his power, and there will be a battle with the ogre clan.

Moreover, their leader is a double-headed ogre. The intelligence of this kind of monster is two extremes from that of ordinary ogres. After all, they have dual-core processors, and now Amos is not sure of winning.

Fortunately, he is not going to fight the ogre soon, he still has time to plan and prepare.

The first point is to enhance the strength of his family members, otherwise his teammates will be destroyed by the opponent's gnolls as soon as they play, and then the ogre will be pushed all the way to the door of Bailong's house and directly open the boss, how embarrassing.

Looking at the thin arms and legs of the fish people, Amos rubbed his chin with his claws.

Well, it's time to exercise.

The improvement of strength is not only through exercise, but the advantage of quantity is also a manifestation of strength, and the effect of increasing the number is immediate.

"Are there any other murloc clans nearby?"

"Only the Darkscale and Bluescale clans, the others are too far away."

"Do you murlocs divide clans according to the color of their scales?"

"As wise as you are, for the convenience of distinguishing."

"That's really convenient," Amos said, "Go and bring them all back, you can use any means."

"At your service, my lord."

Amos looked at the old blind man who had sneaked into the sea with the elite murlocs, thinking about the future configuration of arms.

Murlocs are inherently insufficient, unable to stay out of the water for too long, and cannot be used as the main combat arm, but they have amphibious capabilities in overseas islands, which is quite advantageous. They can be used as special forces to achieve unexpected results in underwater raids.

Amos believes that a qualified dragon army needs main arms, long-range arms, flying arms, scout arms and auxiliary arms.

It's too far, and the eight characters haven't been written yet, and I'll talk about it when I meet a suitable army.

Amos returned to the dragon's nest and woke up the sleeping dragon brother and sister.

"Hunting predators? Well, let's go."

The dragon brothers and sisters were at a loss to Amos' proposal, but out of trust in their brother, they agreed immediately.

"Amos, why do we do this? This will destroy the balance." Level 3 Druid Elena couldn't help but said.

"Normally it does disrupt the balance, but now with us, it's different."

"For an ecosystem to maintain a relatively stable state, the food chain needs to be balanced, but for us, the fewer organisms at the top of the food chain, the better, leaving us with more and more meat resources," explains Amos.

"Now that we have relatives, if there are extra meat resources that can be allocated to relatives, and although we don't have to worry about predators' attacks, our relatives have to guard against them, so we have to kill all predators on Tasman Island. ."

Amos' phrase "our vassal" is very useful to the dragon brother and sister, which means that Amos is willing to share his vassal with them, which is very rare among evil dragons.

Felicia added: "It's not just the Tasman Island, the territory we occupy in the future will kill those competitors."

"Come on, my broadsword is thirsty." (Knife? Where is it?)

After the inauguration of the soldiers, Willy's tendency to violence became more and more serious.

"Now is the time for predators to move, and we're going separate ways."

A leopard crouched in a tree, staring at the approaching antelope below, tensing its muscles, ready to hunt.

A gust of wind blew through the treetops, and the leopard felt that the wind pressure was not right, and his hair was fried. He didn't care about hunting, and hurriedly jumped under the tree.

It's a pity that the difference in strength is too large, and extraordinary vigilance can't save it. A dragon claw grabs the leopard's neck in mid-air, squeezes it lightly, the leopard's body falls to the ground, and the antelope flees in panic.

The flying white dragon muttered to himself.

"Next!"