A nouveau riche who became a millionaire thanks to his magic wine.

A dragon slayer with no extraordinary class levels.

The man who destroyed the Sambian mercenaries with a nine-level spell called Revenge Storm.

It wasn't until we crossed the Giant Dragon Bay that the sound gradually subsided.

But after crossing the Giant Plains, that name popped up again, and the closer we got to Tethyr, the louder the name became.

The chosen one of the Goddess of Strategy, the victorious general, and the man behind Zalanda, Lord of Darauma City.

Destroyer of the original temple of Moandor, the corrupted god.

Restarter of the lost elf city Myth Noel.

When he heard the description of the Dragon Oak Mother Tree, Bloodclaw knew that it had the same name, that this Gaiwen was the same as that Gaiwen, and that sacred tree was not the Dragon Oak Mother Tree they had stayed at before.

In the short time since they set off from the valley to Tethyr, they had completed a new strategic layout and prepared a city there waiting for them.

The speed of development is astonishing.

Bloodclaw would only betray such an existence unless he was mentally retarded.

Following him unswervingly and riding the wind is the wisest choice. Anything that slips through the fingers of the wrong person is much more and bigger than what he has racked his brains to develop.

And the best way to mobilize troops thousands of miles away is to submit a certificate of honor. Just ask yourself to lead the troops to arrive and return to life. If you are wrong, your trust will rise in a straight line.

Facts have proved that this is not the case. You will know if Gavin wrongly treats his affectionate attitude. Is it a treatment that he has not had before?

Gavin and the others didn't know that the hobgoblin warlord with a serious expression in front of them had so many thoughts rolling through his mind.

Especially Gavin and Zalanda couldn't help but look at each other wrongly. They had been discussing the immigration route of Dalauma, and now a ready-made intelligence officer was sent to the door.

Gavin immediately asked: "Is the road from Ivanso to Tethyr easy to walk?"

"It's a good walk." Blood Claw couldn't help but grin. "The road is very smooth along the way, and the supplies are very sufficient. Not only do we have sufficient food, but we also have a steady stream of troops. All the way east, the total strength of the Blood Claw Legion is not only less than

After losing even a little bit, the number increased by more than 500, and now we have 500 hobgoblin wolf cavalry and 1,500 elite infantry, plus 2,000 goblin miscellaneous servants."

hiss!

Bloodclaw's answer made Gavin and Zalanda take a breath of air.

With just a few words, they could hear the strong smell of blood.

Then what the hell is it like to leave?

That Blood Claw Legion didn't just walk over, but it was killing them along the way, with heads rolling in.

Bloodclaw just said that the total strength of the troops was not compromised at all, but he did not say that the troops he brought from the rocklands were not compromised at all.

Instead of replacing old blood with new blood, the bloodclaw army was supplemented with hobgoblins collected along the way. It even directly recruited goblin servants like ordinary hobgoblin legions.

Two thousand giant goblins and an army of two thousand goblins are a powerful force that cannot be ignored by any nuclear attack.

"General Bloodclaw did a great job, much better than he imagined." The only thing Gavin could do was to express his own words of praise.

This also proves in disguise that Blood Claw's military commander is capable of deploying troops thousands of miles away and increasing their strength instead of decreasing. This is something that ordinary people can't do.

Although that has something to do with the racial characteristics of hobgoblins who succumb to the strong, but the premise is not that I have to prove that I am strong and worthy of their following, otherwise they will be more interested in enslaving me by mistake.

Gavin thought about it for a while and told the truth: "To be honest with General Bloodclaw, he has reached an agreement with the Lord of Zalanda City and will carry out a large-scale immigration from this place. It will not be more than tens of thousands of people. If you don't follow the

Let me see if it is feasible for us to give a blue penalty?"

Since the wrong party has proven his loyalty, he should not live up to that loyalty.

He plans to gradually incorporate the Blood Claws and his Blood Claw Legion into his grand plan.

People are not static, even Gaiwen is no exception.

In the past, regardless of whether he was a dog demon or a blood claw, he always maintained a strong sense of prevention.

To a certain extent, it is a kind of lack of confidence in one's own strength.

In fact, the easiest way to deal with lawful evil beings who naturally admire the strong is to keep themselves strong, a kind of power that they look up to and cannot have the desire to pursue. They will naturally be loyal and very loyal.

Very easy to use.

Gavin is currently using the most comfortable legs, and two-thirds of them are not what we often call evil people. The same is true for Daphne, the same is true for the dog demon, and now the same is true for the Blood Claw.

As his great achievements grew, so did his courage and confidence. The clues can be seen in his change of attitude towards Blood Claw.

From the beginning, defense was greater than use, to the deployment of troops for thousands of miles, including defense and use, to the current preparations, which are entrusted with heavy use.

"Thousand-mile migration?" The hobgoblin warlord had a poker face and could not hide his surprise.

Deploying troops thousands of miles away is legendary enough.

Now he actually asked for someone to migrate thousands of miles away. I can't say it's unprecedented, but it's certainly not uncommon. I guess there's only one person in front of me who can do that.

But it is undeniable that once successful, the benefits will be huge.

That will directly turn a wasteland into a human territory and build a new city.

However, migration from thousands of miles away and troop deployment from thousands of miles away are two different things. Especially for the human race, the life of hiding behind city walls all year round makes most of them less likely to survive in the wilderness than even a goblin fool.

In particular, my lord's attitude towards his mistreatment of his lords was different from the way they treated their great goblin buddies. He would not treat them as consumables, and he would definitely want to lead them away from there without any hesitation.

Go to the valley.

After thinking about the matter thoroughly, Bloodclaw cautiously said: "There are no flaws at all there. There are many places with overgrown weeds, especially the Giant Plains. It seems to be shrouded by strange laws. Not only do many creatures have different body sizes,

It is half to one size larger than the ordinary one. Even the size of the plants is not consistent with the ordinary ones. In many places, even the wolf cavalry will be swallowed up by the weeds. It is very easy to ambush and be ambushed. Their troops are large.

Part of it was added there.”
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