The torrential rain on the Highland Mountains and Iron Ore Ridge was exhausted, followed by the hot autumn sun.

A white mist evaporated from the bridge of Alex's nose.

Not as Olach foresaw. The monsters stationed on the Iron Ore Ridge across the Highland Mountains became agitated.

On the side of Alex's nose, there are many lizardmen with black iron spears in their hands, and the goblins are also gathering, but more goblins are picking up their whips to drive away and gather their alternative allies.

"Ugly reptiles, now is the time to die for your gods." Kosibonak sat on its 'docile' wolf's broad back, stroking its greasy silver-gray hair, his red eyes staring coldly at the lizardman Samra leader who was prostrate on the ground, and the goblins beside him looked even more arrogant.

"Samla said that we only listen to the orders of the gods from heaven and the chief of Zakha Zakhabuton. You're nothing but the master of Mount Black, Kosiponak, not our master, so you'd better send some of your people to join us in attacking the four-legged guys on the other side of the mountain. Chief Zakha Zakhabuton and the gods from heaven have said that you are our loyal allies. The lizardman leader who was prostrate on the ground had twinkling eyes, and the long, hissing green snake made a threatening tone.

"Hey, hey. The people who can make us loyal have been dead for hundreds of years, and if you are loyal to you, do you have your head in the ass? Gather me the team, and don't mention your god breakers and reptilian kings, who also have to rest on our Mirazel's shoulders? Kosipoonak's black nails pointed at the bargaining lizardman leader, and he bowed over and patted the wolf's chest.

The giant silver gray wolf's eyes shot a faint blue light, carrying Kosibonak step by step to approach the lizardman leader who was prostrate on the ground, and then opened his bloody mouth and let out a roar that shocked all the monsters.

"Samla said, 'You'd better not do stupid things.' Large gray skin. You don't have any leverage to command us. The lizardman leader screamed and jumped from the ground, grabbing the black iron spear resting on the ground. The goblins began to laugh fearlessly.

"Chips? My bargaining chip is the fear of the creatures of this world. When I conquered the Black Mountain Fortress, you were still crawling around in the mud like loaches. Kosibonak snorted, he opened the pair of black lips that couldn't be closed in the first place, and couldn't help but pick at the pair of fangs with his fingernails, "It seems that you still don't understand." My dear, this disobedient reptile monster is yours. ”

Before Kosibonak could finish speaking, the giant silver-gray wolf under his crotch leaped forward, knocking the lizardman leader down. The lizardman leader's unsteady black iron spear also fell to the ground and flew half a meter away.

"Do any other crawlers have any comments from me?" Kosibonak looked like he was asking himself, and the rest of the lizardman leaders who were crawling on the ground were even more silent, so that they trembled, "It seems that there is no opinion." ”

"Ate it." Kosibonak looked around at the rest of the lizardman leaders who were crawling around him, and at the same time, the silver gray wolf also raised its claws and swung its claws into the flesh and blood of the disobedient lizardman leader, and it lowered its head and grabbed the lizardman leader's head, and then a terrifying bone-shattering sound came from its mouth.

"Samra said that the four-legged lair must be captured before the sun sets!" The rest of the lizardmen leaders scrambled up from the ground and scurried into the lizardmen's team on all fours.

"Drumming! Storm the back of the Red Dragon! Kosibonak stood behind Alex's nose accompanied by the Goblin Wolf Cavalry, with a forest of spears raised by the lizardmen in front of him, and a contradiction formed by the flesh and blood of the Centaur Gilberg family in front of him.

Alex's nose bridge is like a giant bridge laid by the gods between the Iron Mine Ridge and the Highland Mountain, under the bridge of the nose is an abyss, at the bottom of the abyss, the lush beech forest is like a golden cotton ball, and the town of Gudebai in the saddle of the mountain is more like a broken bonsai.

On one side of the Highland Mountains, Gilberg's family was already in full swing.

"The rumbling drums sounded, and the time for the verdict was near." Alec stared at the black iron spear forest erected on the other side of Alex's nose, and four or five green-skinned lizardmen jumped side by side on the slippery bridge of Alex's nose.

Olach was trembling, not knowing whether it was because of excitement or because of the shaking of the earth that could already be felt under his hooves.

"Once upon a time, the townspeople of Trian in Goodbay had been fantasizing about the good fortune of Arcana between the two mountains, the window of the sky under Alex's nose. But they did not wait for the good fortune of the goddess of their religion, Arcana, but for the tragic doom that fell from the sky. Until they become unconscious walking corpses, the last moments of their lives still pray that luck will come from the window of the sky. Olach looked a little lost and melancholy.

"On the bright side, we should think that the sky may be fearful, but you must know that we are on the side of the dragon, if it were not for this, Alex's nose bridge would not be called the back of the red dragon by our wood elf friends, I believe that not only Alex will give us strength, but also the sleeping red dragon. We have a strong family, and we have such a unique barrier. Alec smiled slightly, his eyes shining with an unwavering light, he touched the stubble on his chin, and jerked his chest wide, his spear striking the iron round shield, "Now is the time for us to really cheer up, family!" ”

Orach puffed up his chest, took out the horn tied around his waist, and sounded the horn of Gilberg's war with all the strength to feed. The sound of the trumpet resounded for a moment on the bridge of the High Mountains and Alex's nose, lingering and echoing for a long time. Gilberg's shouts erupted suddenly, and an earth-shattering roar drowned out the drumming of the goblins on the Iron Ore Ridge across the cliff.

Four rows of lizardmen, Samra's spears held high, and the guys in the front row had reached the middle of Alex's nose, and after a manic hiss, the black iron spears they held in their front paws suddenly flattened, and their hind limbs began to kick the ground, and began to rush along the narrow bridge of Alex's nose.

"They're coming! Get ready for the collision and hold your formation! "The front row of the top shield defense is Wu Fu Kren, only to hear him burst out a rough shout, then buckle his head and wear an iron helmet, his four hooves muscles are tense, like an iron wall to stand in place, he bowed his body to cover the door behind the fan-shaped iron shield, the spear in his hand is even more stable in the fan shield groove, the spear blade flashed silver and white brilliance in the autumn sun, methodically aimed at the lizardman spearman who was about to kill in front of him.

The faces of the abominable lizards are covered in, and the scales on their bodies are like a pair of natural scale armor. Their spear-gripping front paws began to swing backwards, as if spear picks were what the front-row guys thought was the best way to attack.

At this moment, a spear that sowed light suddenly spun and sent out like a silver snake in hunting. The lizardman spearman led by him was immediately pierced through the chest, and after Vuf Clen drew his spear cleanly, he immediately swung his spear, and with two crunching sounds, the other three lizardman spearmen who rushed to the front row were also swept off the bridge of Alex's nose by the hilt of the spear.

All I could hear was a few wails coming from under the bridge of Alex's nose.

"First blood! Second blood! Third blood! Wolf Clen roared at the crossing, even in the face of the lizardman spearmen surging from the bridge of Alex's nose. The sudden burst of anger made his head hot, and under the constant blocking and stabbing, he jumped on Alex's spine like crazy, only to see him keep waving the fan shield with his left arm steady, and rode alone to stop the black iron spear stabbing from all directions in front of him. The silver spear in his right arm was even more fascinating.

In a moment, the lizardman pikemen were picked off the bridge of their noses by this brave centaur strong man. The rest of the Gilberg family were all aware of their weapons, until a moment later they reacted, and the centaur Tateks behind Wufkren also squeezed the bridge of Alex's nose, chanting the resounding nickname of Wufkren all the way.

On one side of the Iron Ore Ridge, the goblins, who were watching the battle, spread their feet and ran towards its owner of Black Temple Mountain.

"Kosibonak, the brave of my great Mirazel brave, the master of the Black Temple. The green-skinned stink reptiles must have been fiercely fired back by the centaurs. The centaurs jumped on the back of the red dragon like crazy. A lewd goblin hunched over to Kosibonak's wolf and pointed at Alex on the bridge of his nose.

"It's not better to let those guys die more. By the time the four-legged cubs are killed, we'll have plenty of fresh meat and supplies, and we'll have fewer bed bugs to share our food with. Go, give me my orders, and let them continue to attack, and if they retreat, kill them all. Kochybonak just glanced contemptuously at the battle on the bridge of Alex's nose, and then stretched out his withered hand to the Goblin wolf cavalry beside him, "Where's my Olt Curse?" ”

The wolf cavalry beside Kosibonak jumped off his mount, untied the leather bag that hung on the wolf's side, and carefully spread it on the dirt floor to unfold it. A pitch-black longbow appeared in front of all the goblins, and the goblins around Kosibonak immediately fell to their knees, and they watched with adoration as the goblin wolf cavalry picked up the black longbow from their bags.

The goblins know that the black longbow was once the royal thing of Lord Collin, its bow back is carved from the evil bones of the black dragon, imitating the shape of the black dragon's back and the arc of the scimitar to make seventy-nine stingers, the bowstring made of black dragon tendons is still strong even after a thousand years, so its existence is a symbol of absolute strength and precision, once it was called the black dragon's thorn by the wood elves, but since the Lord Colin was betrayed by the druid and the royal family of Huailt, this bow has become the symbol of the Black Temple Mountain, It is no longer called the Thorn of the Black Dragon, but is called the Poison Curse by Kochybonak's ancestors.

The goblins were still full of adoration, smelling the fishy dirt on the Iron Ore Ridge, looking in awe at the Huailt Poison Spell raised by Kosibonak, and kowtowing and shouting, "Long live Lord Collin!" Long live Kosse Bonack! Black Temple Mountain endures! ”