White Dragon Lord

Following the direction indicated by Gnosh Bloodaxe, the White Dragon Lord flew towards the Wildhammer clan's territory.

Orcs in this world still follow ancient traditions and live together as clans, and each clan has its own territory.

The big clan occupied the land with lush water and grass, with flocks of cattle and sheep, while the small clan could only survive on the land no one wanted.

This is the case with the Blood Axe clan near the Blade's Edge Fortress. Although the water plants on their territory are not bad, they are always facing the threat of the human army when they are close to the human territory.

Of course, the blood axe is not the worst, the worst is the wandering orcs who have disbanded the original tribe due to natural or man-made disasters.

The wandering orcs wandered in the grasslands, competing with vultures and wild wolves for food. Every time they closed their eyes, they didn't know whether they could see the sun the next day.

With the exclamation of the orcs on the grassland, the white dragon lord flapped his wings and crossed the sky.

A few hours later, I saw a large orc clan with tents that stretched for hundreds of meters. On the side of the tent, there was a simple black hammer mark.

Target found!

The white dragon lord swooped down, landed on the edge of the tent, opened his mouth wide, and let out a terrifying roar.

A cone-shaped sound wave spread from the mouth of the White Dragon Lord into the tent.

Whether it was cattle and sheep for meat or warwolves, under the roar of the dragon, they collapsed to the ground and shivered.

The White Dragon Lord used the most direct and provocative way to announce his arrival.

If this tribe is guarded by dragons, with the proud character of dragons, being so provoked by the same kind, it is bound to not give up and come out to find the white dragon to fight one-on-one.

...

In the large tent at the center of the Wildhammer clan, Orgham sat cross-legged on the black wolf skin, listening to the report of his subordinates, frowning.

"Chief, although the real dragon is still in its juvenile stage, it has to eat a cleft-hoof cow every week. If this continues, I am afraid that the clan's cleft-hoof cows will be eaten up by it."

Ogham also felt a bit of a headache. The source of his headache was that half a year ago, he was very happy and welcomed the real dragon back in person.

In the case of the Wildhammer clan,

The population is about to reach the level of 20,000 people. If the clan wants to go further, without the support of the real dragon, it is absolutely impossible.

However, the strength of the Wildhammer clan is rather embarrassing. Among the large clans, it is at the bottom of the list. The powerful adult real dragons do not look down on the Wildhammer at all.

So, Ogham was pleasantly surprised when he discovered a young dragon that had no clan support.

Because ordinary young dragons are kept in captivity on overseas dragon islands by their elders, although they don't know how this one is outside, Augum knows that this is a great opportunity bestowed by God.

Without thinking about it, Ogham agreed to the young dragon's conditions and brought it back.

The food intake of a real dragon is very terrifying, and it has to eat food that is equal to its own body weight every day.

Originally, this was also affordable for the Wildhammer clan as a large clan.

But what Ogham didn't expect was that the real dragon it brought back was very picky eaters, and non-cleft hoof cattle would not be eaten.

Clefthoof is a combination similar to a rhinoceros and a buffalo, with hard horns on the nose and head, brown-red hair all over its body, and thick, pillar-like hooves that are forked as if they are cracked. name.

When a clefthoof is an adult, it can reach ten meters in length and four meters in height.

Orcs are a nomadic people. Whenever cattle, sheep and other livestock have eaten the grass in one place, they have to change to another place to continue grazing.

At this time, the powerful Clefthoof is needed. Only the huge Clefthoof can pull the wooden cart carrying the cowhide tent.

Without the Clefthoof, the Wildhammer clan was left stuck in place.

So, Ogham is in a very bad mood now, but it appeases his subordinates.

"You go down first, I'll talk to Zhenlong later."

"Yes."

Ogham rubbed his temples, thinking about how to speak.

Suddenly, a terrifying dragon roar appeared outside the clan.

Ogham was taken aback.

Could it be that the parents of the young dragon have come over? !

The orc chief quickly stood up, lifted the curtain in front of the tent, and walked out.

The White Dragon Lord saw that a strong orc, holding a black one-handed hammer, walked out with a group of people, frowning.

Being provoked like this is indifferent.

Could it be that this large clan has no real dragons? !

But the white dragon lord didn't know where the other large clans were, so he wanted to ask the orc chief who was approaching.

Ogham approached, looking at the huge body of the White Dragon Lord, and was extremely surprised.

This body type, in all true dragons, is probably the strongest part.

Ogham bit the bullet and walked over.

"Respected True Dragon, what are you doing here?" (orcish language)

The white dragon lord looked at the timid orcs and didn't care. This is the common attitude of ordinary races when facing giant dragons.

"I'm looking for my kind."

Ogham's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly suppressed the panic in his heart.

"We don't have your kind. If you want to find other true dragons, you can go to the Split Soul Tribe to have a look. They support a great real dragon, and the Split Soul Tribe is in..."

The White Dragon Lord squinted when he heard Ogham's sudden heartbeat.

This orc is lying!

But there is no lie in the second half, because such a lie cannot stand the test, then the first half is a lie.

The white dragon lord held the dragon's breath in his mouth but stuck his head to the top of the orc's head, with golden diamond pupils looking down at the orc in front of him.

"Really?! It's expensive to cheat on me!"

Ogham looked at the dangerous blue touch in White Dragon's mouth, felt the chill emanating from it, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

Damn, it already knows!

"Cough, cough, I suddenly remembered that half a year ago, a young dragon came to Wildhammer, and I will take you to see it, but before that, please allow me to offer a gift as an apology."

The white dragon lord raised his brows, the dragon breath went out in his mouth, and looked at the orc chief in front of him with a half-smile.

Ogham looked at the faucet that the white dragon had withdrawn, and heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was not beaten to death by a claw.

Wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, Ogham instructed the subordinate beside him.

"Hurry up, get those magic crystals, they are hidden under my seat."

The beastman on the side took the lead, quickly turned over and mounted the warg, and ran towards the interior of the tent.

After a while, the orc rode back on a warg, holding a black wooden box in his hand. The surface of the box was painted with gorgeous patterns, which was obviously not the rough style of the orcs who advocated practicality.

The white dragon lord looked at the box in the hands of the orc, and was extremely pleasantly surprised.

Because, in the box, it sensed the long-lost elemental fluctuations.