Black Dragon Code

Although Garcia? Yufeng had visited the Black Wing's Nest and had a rough look at the situation here, but under the invitation and guidance of the King of Dragons, it was the first time that he took a different approach and took a closer look at the living conditions of the Black Wing Clan.

To be honest, she couldn't figure it out, why did the black dragon lord do this?

Logically speaking, the number of subordinates of a faction, the distribution of clans, and the ecological situation are all secrets that are absolutely sealed off from the outside world. Even the allies will not disclose it easily. However, facing the leader of the elf forest, Caesar is so generous. Fang led her to look at it, and made remarks from time to time, introducing her in detail like introducing scenery.

Does this mean that he does not intend to let himself out alive again? This thought arose in Garcia's mind.

Caesar brought her out of Luna's garden, and in the morning, went to the habitats of various clans through the tightly guarded canopy fortress with dragons neighing.

Although her life is gradually improving as the attitude of the black dragon lord changes, but after all, she has not released her captive status and is under the control of others, so of course Garcia dare not say no to the black dragon lord. Next, follow the big black dragon step by step, through the long jungle.

During the gap, she finally couldn't help asking: "Your Majesty the Dragon King, what do you need from me?"

"You're too wary, Garcia, relax."

Caesar's smile is very sincere: "I just want to chat with you, please believe that I have no intention of you, I am not interested in the forest of elves."

"Then when can I go back—"

"I said, please rest well, and I will send you back after the Elf Forest asks me to take back the Queen."

Caesar interrupted her: "Unfortunately, up to now, no emissary from the Forest of Elves has come to Black Wing's Lair. You may not believe it, but I would like to guarantee it with my life."

This is the truth,

Because Chen Bing of the Black Wing Lair was in the western border of the Forest of Elves, the so-called messengers couldn't get through at all, and after discovering this, those guys fell into a long and complicated negotiation and preparation, and no one would step into Caesar's territory up.

A hesitant expression appeared on Garcia's face, and she obviously didn't believe it.

But it doesn't matter, Caesar doesn't want to explain anything more. Whether Garcia believes it or not is meaningless at this stage. They have just visited the ecology of the stone crow orcs and are going to move on.

This time the journey was farther, and the further north he went, the deeper he went into the dark country behind the canopy fortress. Garcia did not expect that the sphere of influence of the Blackwing Nest would cover such a wide area. From the appearance of the black dragon lord, it seems that there are clans belonging to the Black Wing Lair among them.

The terrain is getting more and more steep, twists and turns, Garcia is traveling with anxiety, and the itinerary is ups and downs. She subconsciously puts her right hand on her chest. Ever since she put on this outfit, this has become her habitual action—this place is too remote , Luna is not here, she is a little worried.

Things didn't develop as she expected. The distance was close, and an old oak tree with a grotesque shape happened to cover the entrance of the cave. Caesar led her around the pass, and then turned down again. Lifting back the long skirt of the young elf, the ears were instantly filled with chattering noises, and hot breath spread over the face.

Goblins are cunning and timid, greedy and lazy, and are uncontrollable inferior evil creatures. She remembers saying so in the book, but here, the goblins Garcia saw were completely different from what she imagined. She saw those with brown bodies , little guy in rags, is at work in order.

Below is a scene full of excitement, with countless goblins shuttling through it, some of them are smelting minerals, and some are casting armor.

What surprised Garcia was that these goblins didn't seem to be as smart as it was written in the book, because each of them seemed to only do one thing, and it was repeated and repeated.

For example, the one she is watching now is casting two iron pieces of a pair of animal armor, but after this step is completed, it seems not to know what to do next, and it runs to another pair of armor. The armor does the same thing, which causes the goblin behind it to step up and continue its unfinished work.

The same is true for that goblin, it seems that it can only do this one thing, after finishing the quenching and beating, this goblin also slipped away, and then the next pair of quenching and beating, this is a vicious circle, there can only be other goblins to take its place.

These goblins are really not smart, no wonder they are not as famous as the dwarves in Elradia.

Garcia thought secretly.

Caesar noticed her expression, but the black dragon didn't speak, just watched quietly.

The elf queen is not stupid, she doesn't have the slow thinking and reaction of the longevity species, and her observation ability is much sharper than others, so after waiting for a short while, Garcia immediately realized the strangeness, her expression gradually became surprised and widened Mouth.

She found that the work efficiency of these goblins was faster than that of dwarves casting armor, and it was not a little bit faster. Almost every once in a while, a new pair of armor was born in the workshop.

You know, that's a job that can only be done by a dwarf in a few days.

In the central city-state far away from the northern border, the casting technology of the Graycastle dwarves there is outstanding in the world, but every day, only a dozen armors are released from that group, and the dwarves don't even have a pair of armor when they are in a bad mood.

But here, in the black dragon lord's workshop, with such efficiency, Garcia couldn't calculate how many sets of armor the goblins could produce in a day, but the number was definitely far greater than that of the graycastle dwarves.

Although the things they create look like inferior products that have not been tailored and careless, but just relying on this quantity is surprising enough.

"Under the spur of the Gnoll, the goblin workshop can produce sixty sets of armor every day. This is still limited by the scarcity of iron ore in Blackwing Nest and cannot be self-sufficient."

It wasn't until this moment that the black dragon reported an accurate number, then lowered his head and asked her, "How does it compare to the Fairy Forest?"

"Your workshop is amazing."

Garcia's voice was rough: "There is no way to forge iron in the Elven Forest. We use millet wood as spears and sharp bones as arrows."

While speaking, she unconsciously used the honorific title "You" to Caesar, which she had never done before.

Today, the Black Wing Lair has shown her its strength in all aspects, whether it is in terms of strength, resources or mobility, it is completely superior to the Forest of Elves. Even the elves are proud of their wide network and many friends. There is nothing worth mentioning in front of the Black Wing Lair. The Black Dragon Lord obviously has examples in the northern countries and has many minions - there are many things in this place that look like they were made by humans.

After fully understanding this evil land, the last trace of fantasy in Garcia's heart was also shattered. She clearly realized that compared with the Black Wing Lair, the forest of elves has little chance of winning.

"Oh? Really? I heard that there are quite a few veins of mines there, and it's a pity that you can't use them."

Caesar sighed "understanding", and then asked abruptly, "Do you know why I dare to break into the elf forest alone?"

Is this humiliating yourself?

There is no doubt about this answer, which made Garcia think subconsciously, or maybe the black dragon lord is showing off his force?

As a captive, she had to respond, so she could only say: "Because you are very powerful."

"No, you read wrong."

Caesar immediately shook his head, his tone affirmative: "It's because you are too weak."

"As a dragon, you will always be attacked in various ways, so I remember that when I was young, I encountered a human army. They only had a thousand people, and the strongest was just an archmage. But the fighting power shown by those humans is far stronger than that of the Elven Forest."

"You are too weak, you will be beaten." He stared at Garcia, and said something that she didn't understand.

"In ancient times, the Forest of Elves was indeed able to be independent and independent, because at that time you were strong enough to deal with all possible threats, but now, your strength is getting weaker and weaker. The resistance is getting smaller and smaller."

"Times have changed, Garcia."

Caesar sighed: ""In the near future, the Black Wing's Nest is bound to expand, and the Forest of Elves will become the source of information on the good race and the starting point for the righteous to crusade against the Black Wing's Nest. I will never allow such a threat Existence, even if I really care about Luna's feelings, I'm afraid it won't protect you. "

Caesar told a little lie. In fact, in his heart, Luna would certainly be able to keep the forest of elves, but these words sounded very true to Garcia.

Because everyone knows that five-color dragons will not give up their ambitions and interests for others.

The words have come to this point, and Caesar does not intend to continue. This step is to give Garcia a sense of urgency and the desire to lead the forest of elves to become stronger. Desire is the root of all evil, and it can destroy everything. .

Coincidentally, many goblins stopped at this time and found the black dragon lord and Tiya elves at the entrance of the cave. These greedy and lustful guys all focused their attention on Garcia who was wearing scantily clad clothes, drooling, and even forgot to work. Only under the whip of the jackal can he recover, howling and fleeing.

But as soon as the jackals left, they became carried away again, until they felt the power of the dragon and finally felt fear and collapsed on the ground.

He had finished reading what he needed to see. In order not to affect the efficiency and progress of his foundry, Caesar turned around and took Garcia away.

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