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"Dragon …"

salt magic, man-eating goblin and Ogre were all dumbfounded. The master of languages known as Sunset Wasteland, man-eating goblin, had completely forgotten about her innate language and was saying the same word in the traditional Goblin language.

human magician, who was hiding behind the armed ogres, was also staring at the scene in front of him with his mouth agape. He could not help but mutter: "This is impossible, definitely impossible! How could there be a Dragon Knight in the Mongol Empire? How could there be such an expert sent over for the sake of a small Ox-head Tribe? Just what kind of important person is in this tribe, a grand Dragon Knight using a Flame Summoning Scroll to save him?

Countless impossible things described the absurdity of the situation before his eyes.

"Is that you?" Sir Thunder! "

The two of them could vaguely see Thunder's figure, but the three Flying Dragon's bodies were simply too exaggerated. The metal skin that reflected the sunlight, together, covered up Thunder's body, making it look noble and mysterious. However, after thinking about it again and again, only the person he invited could have such a gorgeous appearance, so he tried asking.

"Go, capture that human magician and play around with him."

Thunder patted on the Small Flying Dragon's head and pointed at the human magician who was being protected by the man-eating goblin. His entire body was covered by a black cloak and his words were extremely frivolous, as if he was guiding a toy for the Small Flying Dragon.

But that was indeed the case.

If a Small Flying Dragon with the bloodline of a Golden Dragon couldn't take down a Warlock with a single Sixth Order, then it would be a huge joke.

With the Small Flying Dragon's metal skin, unless it was a killing weapon of the same level as the Feng Lin's bow, or a killing method of a master level character, there was no hope of harming the skin of the Small Flying Dragon. salt magic, man-eating goblin, and ogres all did not have such qualifications, and even the human magician of the Sixth Order would probably not be able to use such a high injury magic.

Therefore, Thunder was very much at ease with the Small Flying Dragon's hunting.

"Sir Thunder!"

When Second Ben saw the lightning slowly descending, his expression became rich.

Initially, Er Er was already interested in the mysterious lightning, and really wanted to know why, with just a trivial level of Sixth Order and combat power, Thunder could obtain outstanding people like Fan Defate, Ai Huade, Yi Fenglin, Wa Luo, Ka Ben and Lala.

However, all of these suspicions were explained after's identity with Thunder was exposed. However, the lightning at that time was absolutely not as powerful as it was now. It could even be said that the two of them didn't have a deep understanding of the lightning, and from the very beginning, it possessed power that exceeded his imagination.

Hula...

The Wasteland bandit s who had finally recovered from their shock scattered like birds. Who would think about the life and death of the human magician who gathered them? Under the threat of the three Flying Dragon, not to mention the innately heartless Wasteland bandit, even the most standard legion would instantly collapse.

"Sir Thunder, they're gone!"

There was no doubt that they hated these Wasteland bandit s. Not to mention the massacre of the weak tribes in the past, just the atrocities they committed in the Wasteland was enough for them to die tens of thousands of times. Not to mention the more than thirty cow-headed warrior s that they sacrificed by attacking their own tribes. If the two of them were necromancers, he would have definitely cursed the souls of these Wasteland bandit s who were imprisoned in the depths of hell, suffering the corrosive effects of the darkness and raging flames day and night.

"It's not that easy!"

Thunder did not intend to use Shadow Knight and Spider Queen of Hell as his trump cards, so he called out to the Small Flying Dragon: "Small Flying Dragon, do not let them escape, whoever dares to escape will be killed!"

The Small Flying Dragon heard and shouted happily. Seeing the dozen or so salt magic s who were fleeing the fastest, it opened its mouth and took a deep breath, instantly covering up the dozen or so salt magic s.

The Small Flying Dragon was accidentally produced, and the level of magic it possessed was rather pitiful. This was a fact. However, Small Flying Dragon were naturally born venomous Magical Beast. They were born with a poison that exceeded the tolerance range of high level Magical Beast. A life Dragon Breath that was infused with such a poison was naturally extraordinary.

As if he was exposed to the most intense acid, the pitiful salt magic didn't even have the qualifications to scream before he was directly turned into a pool of blood.

The salt magic was the same as the Green Demons, they were both branches of the Ogres, but they preferred to live in areas with a warm, humid, and higher salinity. The Sunset Wasteland's Saline-Alkali Zone was their playground.

The salt magic liked eating salt, so they were slightly smaller than normal Ogres. They were about the size of Beamon's Ox Head tribe, but their bodies were stronger and their brains were more developed. They were a kind of intelligent race that was even more threatening than normal Ogres. salt magic stayed in the cave of salt all year round, the surface of his body was covered with shining white salt crystals that formed a armor of salt crystals that looked like a wild boar's skin.

It was precisely this piece of Salt-crystal armour that allowed the salt magic to gain a certain advantage in raiding and raiding that caused the salt magic to be ranked among the top robbers. Even the two headed ogre who was taller and stronger than them was not much in terms of raiding and looting.

When even salt magic who possessed salt crystal armour had fallen to such a miserable state, the other intelligent race immediately stopped in their tracks and looked at the three Flying Dragon above them with a respectful gaze.

The law of the jungle had always been the main theme of the Sunset Wasteland's everlasting survival.

Seeing this, Thunder ignored the bandits. With such a job, just one Small Flying Dragon would be able to do it. Another Shadow Knight, or even more so.

trolls, whose body was covered in blood, tenaciously walked in front of Thunder, thanking Thunder with the highest etiquette, "Great Dragon Knight, thank you for saving our tribe! trolls, on behalf of the three hundred people of black bristle tribe, sincerely thank you for saving us. "

"You're welcome!"

It was just that the enemy had taken the initiative to flee the moment they saw the three Flying Dragon. Thunder did not even make a meaningful move. However, Thunder did not want to break the ice, so he asked his old friend, "Sir, I have not communicated with him for a long time."

"Big Ben?"

trolls obviously did not understand the relationship between Big Ben and Thunder, but his eyes revealed his confusion.

The blood-soaked Er Ben immediately said: "Big brother, in order to protect the old and weak, we retreated. The man-eating goblin's sneak attack was not serious, but our injuries are not serious. We are currently receiving treatment from the tribe's witch doctors, I believe we can recover in a few days."

Thunder knew that advanced therapeutic agent had an effect, so without saying anything further, he contributed a dozen advanced therapeutic agent s and said: "Take them, quickly save the injured one. "We'll talk about other issues later."

trolls and Er Ben were shocked by Thunder's big hands at the same time.

They had never even dreamed of having so many advanced therapeutic agent. With black bristle tribe's backwardness and poverty, even buying one bottle would be extremely difficult, let alone a dozen. However, Thunder did not hesitate to provide a dozen advanced therapeutic agent, completely disregarding the advanced therapeutic agent, if he said that he did not provoke them, that would be lying.

"There's no need for so much! "There's no need for so much!"

trolls continuously refused, afraid that he would waste this heavenly resource.

Bang!

At that moment, a humanoid object slid down from the sky.

trolls and Second Brother who were all shocked by the lightning were shocked at first, but after looking carefully, they realized that their entire bodies were bedraggled and they were bleeding profusely. When they carefully thought about it, they realized that the three Flying Dragon had already completed their Thunderbolt mission and captured the human magician alive while they were still conversing with Thunderclap.

Thunder said, "Although I don't know why there would be human magician joining the bandit group in the Wasteland, I believe that there is a close relationship between them and the southern expedition."

trolls and Second Ben nodded their heads in shock.

This matter was easy to guess. After all, humans could not sit still and watch as the Mongol Empire expanded without any limits. How could they be at ease if they did not drag things down further compared to the Mongol Empire. If they let Mongol Empire s completely swallow the Sunset Swamp s, then the Mongol Empire s would no longer have to worry about the issue of food, and they would have enough energy to fight against the humans.

The barren land of the Sunset Wasteland made the food extremely precious, and it restricted the development of the Mongol Empire. In order to avoid the rise of the Mongol Empire, humans would always delay the retreat of the Mongol Empire more or less. If not, the indigenous civilizations of the Sunset Swamp would support them to fight against the Mongol Empire, or the bandit tribes of the Sunset Wasteland, allowing them to disturb the rear of the Mongol Empire to a maximum extent, and not giving them any peace.

And today's war was only an extension of this strategy.

In this kind of strategic war between nations, the most sorrowful thing was naturally the black bristle tribe, the Behemoths living in the sensitive areas, and the things that Thunder hated the most. All along, Thunder had avoided this kind of strategic level battle as much as possible. He didn't want to be a pawn in some people's game, but now it seemed that Thunder would inevitably be dragged into the vortex of war.

Thunder sighed in his heart and said, "Er Ben, you two can go accept the captives. If anyone resists, just kill them and save us the trouble. "

"Thunder!"

Big Ben was actually struggling to come out.

Seeing only one hand left, Big Ben still had wounds all over his body, especially the sword wound on his face. The bloody wound on his leg made Thunder feel a deep sense of guilt, as if he didn't care enough about this friend of his.

As for the clan chief of the trolls, he thought about something even deeper and asked: "Lord Dragon Knight, do you need a large number of slaves?"

"Yes!"

Thunder nodded affirmatively.

The windstorm tribe's home was completely destroyed. Although it had been repaired quite a bit, the mine veins were still not dug out. Furthermore, the windstorm tribe who had lost a large number of adult Dwarf Warriors no longer had the mining speed that she had before.

Apart from this, building a territory was also a very taxing task. Under the coordination of De Ke, the person in charge of the Mercenary Guild region, the human Mercenary who was previously captured finally allowed the Mercenary s to buy back their freedom with money and resources, or in the future, with the help of free employment. In the end, Thunder's territory also lacked a large amount of laborers.

Therefore, Thunder had set his sights on this group of Wasteland bandit.

The trolls seemed to have grasped something as he asked: "Sir Dragon Knight, could it be that you have your own territory, or you own your own mines and merchant guilds?"

Thunder nodded and replied, "Yes, I have my own territory and mine. "However, my territory is still empty, and needs a lot of hard work to make it up. This group of captives just perfectly solved my urgent problem."

trolls didn't understand the meaning of the urgent need for help, but he did understand the general meaning of the words. He patted his chest and said: "Lord Dragon Knight, if you need anything, just ask us. "Although our tribe is very poor, but we still have a lot of strength. We are completely qualified to be a laborer."

"How can this be!"

Even if he was given ten guts, he wouldn't dare to hire a friend's relative to be a laborer.

It had to be known that the coolies of this world were synonymous with slaves. They ate the worst, lived the worst, and did the dirtiest, most tiring and most arduous work. The poorest of the poor would rather sell themselves to the nobility to be slaves without freedom than to be a free labourer.

However, Lei's tone changed as he invited: "However, I feel that the cow-headed warrior's cow-headed warrior s are very suitable for the territory's Keeper s. I wonder if the Warriors of the black bristle tribe will accept my offer? As for the employment price, I am willing to pay you 100 gold coins. "

"A hundred gold coins a year!"

trolls cried out in alarm, excited by the tempting price of Lei.

A hundred gold coins didn't sound like a lot at first glance. After all, a rich guest like Thunder, who was easily worth tens of thousands of units, would be involved in a simple transaction with advanced magic materials. But for the basic level of Mercenary, the warriors in the poor areas would definitely pay a sky-high price to pay this price. After all, a piece of armor or weapon that Dwarf forged with utmost care would only be worth around thirty gold coins. To the poor and backward black bristle tribe, it was definitely something that they could not resist. Even to the point where their wealth was greatly inferior to that of the human empire, it was still a considerably attractive business compared to the Mongol Empire.

However, trolls had still underestimated Thunder's boldness. He heard Thunder say, "A year is only a hundred gold coins, how is that possible!? "I was talking about a month's salary, not a year's salary!"