White Dragon Lord

Amos came to the sky above Skull Skull Island and glanced at the land below. The gnolls outside the forest had been taken away and assigned to work on other islands. Only the gnolls in Skull Skull Fortress remained. Therefore, the original gnolls were left behind. The village is completely deserted.

However, on the coastline, a new murloc town and a long string of murloc villages have been built. Many breeding farms have been established around these murloc settlements, but the ogres have a huge amount of food, and only the products around Broken Skull Island out, completely in short supply.

On the huge wooden pier in the town, there are several giant tortoises of Ramos moored. The ogres are carrying the supplies on the giant tortoise. Behind the giant tortoise is a row of nets soaked in the sea water. The fish and shrimp were tumbling in the net. A group of more than a dozen fishmen unfastened the net and dragged them to the shore. On the shore, these fish and shrimp would be loaded into the water tank and transported to the Skull Shard Fortress.

On the dirt road from the murloc town to the Skull Broken Fortress, there were already gnolls driving an ox cart.

At the edge of the forest, the road that the white dragon used to pave the ground with dragon breath at that time was built as a formal passage, leading directly to the gate of Skull Broken Fortress.

The city walls of the Skull Skull Fortress have been rebuilt and are taller than before, but the brand-new city walls lack a bit of the vastness of historical deposits.

In the open space in front of the city wall, a group of ogres carried logs and ran around the newly built city wall. Behind them, followed by a strong ogre instructor. With a sound, the running ogre paused for a while, then was whipped on the back by the instructor, and quickly accelerated to keep up with the team.

Gulgaru was standing on the side of the clearing, supervising the training of the ogre warriors. Behind him, a group of tired ogres lay on the ground like dead dogs, panting. rough.

There was also a group of ogres practicing in pairs in the open space, punching to the flesh, without cheating, the sweat dripping down the chin, dripping on the ground, seeping into the dry soil, leaving a wet spot.

A few murloc prophets sat in the shade, healing the wounded ogre, and the ogre joined the training with a radiant light.

Amos flew over the open space, and a loud dragon roar resounded through the sky.

Gulgaru looked up to see the arrival of the white dragon, and raised his hand.

"stop!"

The ogre in training stopped what he was doing and looked up at the white dragon in the sky that blocked the sunlight.

Amos landed on the ogre's training ground.

"Gulgaru, well done!"

Amos looked at the ogres who were carrying the logs, the previous lazy state of eating and waiting for death completely disappeared, replaced by a buoyant spirit.

The stomachs of the ogre warriors seem to be fat, but upon closer inspection, the outline of the muscles is faintly visible beneath the fat, sweat flows down the ravines between the muscles, and the air is full of male masculinity.

"Very good! Very good! The Skullshatter clan has improved a lot."

Gul: "Yes! My master!"

Garou: "We now eat five meals a day and train like this for 12 hours a day, and even the dumbest guy is now an official fighter."

Amos nodded. Warrior is indeed the best career to get started with. As long as there is a lot of nutritious food and systematic exercise, basically every normal person can successfully get started.

But the further you go, the more difficult it will be to level up, and qualifications, opportunities, and luck are all indispensable.

Moreover, soldiers are always on the front line, and the death rate is the largest among all occupations.

And because it is easy to train, low in cost and large in quantity, in the eyes of many rulers, low-level warriors are synonymous with cannon fodder.

But if the warriors can successfully step into the legend and accept the baptism of the laws of the world, they will become very terrifying existences. The experience of countless life-and-death struggles makes them the most experienced group of legendary professionals.

Just like the berserker-Sifrey, even Long Ma had to avoid the edge for a while.

At this time, the Gnoll servants pulled the dining cart and walked out of the city. The steamed fish were sprinkled with unknown condiments and placed neatly on the dining cart. The whole cart was filled with pale green turtle eggs.

Before the food arrived, the tempting aroma first penetrated into the nostrils of the ogres.

Gugu~, the stomachs of the ogres growled unsatisfactorily.

Gul'gar gave Amos a hesitant look.

"Let them all eat first, the soldiers are exhausted."

Garou nodded, and Gul yelled at the ogres, "It's time for dinner!"

The ogres cheered, and a group of monsters more than three meters high rushed to the dining car. The scene was like an African refugee rushing to eat.

The ogres had no table manners. They gathered around the dining car, grabbed the steamed fish with their hands, put them in their mouths, chewed and swallowed them together with the bones of the fish, and stuffed the fist-sized turtle eggs directly into their mouths. The ogres who drummed up and fell behind, couldn't get the food, yelled and shoved their companions in front, and the scene was chaotic.

A gluttonous feast has begun!

Gulgaru didn't go to dinner, and stood beside Amos, he knew that the White Dragon Lord always went to the Three Treasures Hall without incident.

"Gul'garu, I want to recruit some ogres."

Amos said straight to the point: "At least a hundred individuals should be stronger."

Gul: "Master! Are you going to fight? Gul is going too."

Amos shook his head: "No! My castle lacks strong guardians."

Garou pondered for a moment: "Master! The Skull Shattered Clan currently has one master-level ogre, eighteen high-level ogres, and two hundred and seventy-four intermediate-level ogres. How many do you want?"

"Then ten high-level professionals and one hundred middle-level ogres."

Amos' huge dragon head turned to Gul'garu: "Can you let go of your work?"

"Yes! Ogre magician Huck has enough wisdom to maintain the normal operation of Skullshatter Fortress."

"Well, after you have arranged them properly, bring them to White Castle. Maybe, there will be a battle waiting for you soon."

Hearing the word "fight", Gul'garu became enthusiastic: "Skull Shard is always ready to fight for you!"

"Very good! There are surprises waiting for you at White Castle."

After Amos finished speaking, he flapped his wings and flew into the sky.

Amos returned to Tasman Island and nodded secretly in his heart as he watched the excavation work under the sea in full swing.

"Old Blind's movements are fast."

In the waters around Tasman Island, a group of little murlocs turned the bottom of the sea upside down. On the periphery, adult murloc warriors cruising with routes to protect the safety of the little murlocs in the circle.

The strategy of the murlocs is very effective. The elite murloc warriors will clean up the threats and protect the safety. Then, the little murlocs with excess energy will be launched to dig the ancient battlefield relics, which will not affect the normal operation of the White Phosphorus City, but also cause mischief The little fishman found an errand.

Amos did not go down to disturb the work of the murlocs. It flew back to White Castle and lay on its throne.

The light beam passed through the crystal of the dome and sprinkled on the white dragon on the gorgeous crystal throne, and Amos pondered the life of the dragon.