White Dragon Lord

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

However, on the coastline, a small murloc town and a long string of murloc villages have been built. Numerous breeding farms have been established around these murloc settlements. Out, completely under-supply.

On the huge wooden pier in the town, there are a few giant Ramos giant turtles moored. The ogres are carrying supplies from the giant tortoise. Behind the giant tortoise are fixed rows of nets soaked in the sea, fresh and lively. Fishes and shrimps are surging in the nets, and a group of more than a dozen fishers will untie the nets and drag them to the shore. On the shore, these fish and shrimps will be loaded into the water tank and transported to the Skull Breaker Fortress.

　　 On the dirt road from the murloc town to the fortress of Shattered Skull, a jackal had already set off in an ox cart.

　　 At the edge of the forest, the road that Bailong used to pave the ground with the dragon's breath was built into an official passage, leading directly to the gate of the Skull Breaker Fortress.

　　The wall of the fortress of Shattered Skulls has been rebuilt, and it is taller than before, but the brand-new wall lacks a bit of historical deposits.

In the open space in front of the city wall, a team of ogres carried logs and ran laps around the newly built city wall. Behind them, followed by a strong ogre instructor, who was waving a whip in his hand, making a whimper. When the running ogre stopped for a while, he was whipped on his back by the instructor, and quickly accelerated to keep up with the team.

Gulgaru stood in the clearing on the side, supervising the training of the ogre warriors. Behind it was a group of tired ogres lying on the ground like dead dogs, panting. Rough.

　　 There is also a group of ogres on the clearing ground practicing in pairs, fists to the flesh, without any fakes, the big sweat drips down the chin, dripping on the ground, infiltrating into the dry soil, leaving a wet spot.

　　 A few murloc prophets sat in the shade, healing the wounded ogres, one moisturizing aura, and the ogres joining the training vigorously.

　　 Amos flew to the sky above the clearing, and a loud dragon roar resounded across the sky.

　　 Gulgaru raised his head to see the arrival of the white dragon, and raised his hand to indicate.

"stop!"

　　The ogre in training stopped his movements and looked up at the white dragon in the sky that shaded the sun.

　　 Amos landed on the training ground of the ogre.

　　 "Gurgaru, good job!"

　　 Amos looked at the ogres carrying the logs, the old lazy state of eating and waiting to die completely disappeared, replaced by a vigorous spirit.

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

　　 "Very good! Very good! The Skull Breaker clan has improved a lot."

　　 Gul: "Yes! My master!"

　　 Garu: "We now eat five meals a day and train like this for 12 hours a day. Even the dullest guy is now a full-fledged fighter."

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

　　 But the later, the more difficult it is to increase the level, and the qualifications, opportunities, and luck are equally indispensable.

　　Moreover, fighters always charge at the front line, and the proportion of deaths is the largest among all occupations.

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

But if fighters can successfully step into the legend and accept the baptism of the laws of the world, they will become very scary existences. The experience of countless life and death fights makes them the most experienced group of legendary professionals, just like violent. Who-Severie, even Long Ma had to avoid the edge for the time being.

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

　　 The food hasn't arrived yet, and the alluring aroma first penetrated the nostrils of the ogres.

　　 gurgling~, the ogres screamed in despair.

　　 Gulgaru glanced at Amos hesitantly.

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

　　 Garu nodded, and Gul yelled at the ogres: "It's time to eat!"

　　 The ogres cheered, and a group of monsters over three meters high rushed to the dining car. The scene was like African refugees rushing to eat. The wolves were experienced. They quickly stopped the dining car, ran away, and retreated to a safe area.

The ogres don’t have table manners. They gathered around the dining car, grabbed the steamed fish with their hands, put them in their mouths, chewed the fish bones together and swallowed them, and stuffed the fist-sized turtle eggs directly into their mouths. The ogre bulging in a ball and falling behind, unable to get food, yelled anxiously, and shoved his companion in front of him. The scene was chaotic.

　　 A gluttonous feast begins!

　　 Gulgaru didn't go to dinner, and stood by Amos. It knew that the White Dragon Lord had always been to the Three Treasures Hall.

　　 "Gurgaru, I want to conscript some ogres."

　　 Amos said straight to the point: "At least one hundred individuals must be stronger."

　　 Gul: "Master! Are you participating in the battle? Gul will also go to ~www.novelmt.com~ Amos shook his head: "No! My castle lacks strong guards. "

　　 Garu pondered for a moment: "Master! The Skull Breaker clan currently has a master-level ogre, 18 high-level ogres, and 274 middle-level ogres. How much do you want?"

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

　　 The huge leader of Amos turned to Gulgaru: "Can you get rid of your work?"

　　 "Yes! Huck, the ogre mage, has enough wisdom to maintain the normal operation of Skullcracker Fortress."

　　 "Well, after you make arrangements, you will take them to the White Castle, maybe, there will be a battle waiting for you soon."

　　 Hearing the word battle, Gurgaru was enthusiastic: "Skull Skull is always ready to fight for you!"

　　 "Very good! There are surprises waiting for you in Baibao."

　　Amos finished speaking, flapping his wings and flying into the sky.

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

　　 "The old blind moves quickly."

　　 In the waters around Tasman Island, a group of murlocs turned the bottom of the sea to the sky. On the periphery, adult murloc warriors patrolled in a route to protect the safety of the murlocs in the circle.

The high-level murloc strategy is very effective. The elite murloc warriors clean up the threats on the periphery to protect safety, and then mobilize the surplus murlocs to dig out the relics of the ancient battlefield, which will not affect the normal operation of the white phosphorus city, but also make mischief The little murloc found an errand.

　　 Amos did not go down to disturb the fishermen's work, it flew back to the White Castle and lay on its throne.

　　 The beam of light penetrated the crystal on the dome and sprinkled on the white dragon on the gorgeous crystal throne. Amos thought about the life of the dragon.