The Tuhala Desert, a paradise for bandits and a hunting ground for monsters, is home to many bandits and monsters living in the desert, turning this place into one of the most terrifying forbidden places in the north.

The Tuhala Desert was no less famous than the Black Wing's Nest, and it has a much longer history.

It is located in the south of the Northlands, and a main road connecting the cities of central Elradia passes through the desert, allowing bandits and monsters to guard the main route from the Northlands to the central part of the continent, their green eyes staring at every outsider, eager to share every drop of blood.

However, it is the evil gods who hide behind the shadows who really control it.

Countless bandits and monsters, most of them are believers in the evil gods, and Marat is one of them.

In addition, there are no real dragons in the Tuhara Desert, but there are countless ferocious and violent blue dragon dragons, all of them are the minions of the black blood beasts, so that the God of Hunting has a very heavy voice here, and can serve almost the entire Tuhara Desert.

Although the god of hunting is chaotic, he is not stupid to the bone after all, around the nest of Black Wing, the primitive tribes of the West Sea Islands, and the dragon beasts, bandits and monsters of the Tuhala Desert are all forces that Marat can control.

These two forces just formed a small and half invisible encirclement of the Northland countries.

This is the reason why the God of Hunt made a request to the Black Dragon Lord, who urgently needed to enter the Northlands, firstly, to plunder the faith, and secondly, to unite his forces and lay the foundation for the gradual control of the Northlands in the future.

However, Caesar the Black Dragon rejected Him.

For the rumors spread by the black dragon recently and gradually spreading, Marat is indeed jealous, worried that there is a demigod pseudo-god of Elladia who wants to harm him, in fact, the god of hunting has begun to regret it, he should not have let go of such cruel words before, and now he is in a dilemma.

Still, even if he didn't have to go to the Nether Realm himself, he thought he still had a way to punish the damn black dragon.

At this time, the two forces under the control of the God of Hunting have gradually begun to stir.

Marats from other parts of the continent have arrived in the Tuhala Desert to join the natives, while on the other side, the primitive people of the Western Sea Islands have long since been put together.

Marat no longer intends to go to the Nether Realm himself, and is still hiding in the Kingdom of God, but he has prepared an apostle and an army to start a war against the Black Wing's Lair to deal a heavy blow to the arrogant Black Dragon.

However, there is no impermeable wall in the world, and as early as after ruling the Northlands, Caesar has maintained an extremely sensitive attention to external reactions, and the frequent movements of the Tuhara Desert have long been discovered by the Blackwing Clan in advance.

The Northlands, the Court of the Blackwings.

There was a cold and solemn aura flowing through the hall, the ice stones wrapped in the crystal swayed, and the leaders of the Blackwing Clan were all summoned and gathered here.

"Your Majesty."

Wren, the half-lich in charge of intelligence investigation, was the first to speak: "As far as we know, the Tuhala Desert is not only a believer in the God of Hunting, but in fact, there are many other minions of the evil god, such as the followers of the God of Fear and Sadism, the God of Hate, plus some unbeliever bandits who tend to be inflammatory, and their power should not be underestimated. ”

Moreover, in addition to the Tuhala Desert, many floating islands in the West Sea are also home to a large number of primitive tribes, plus all kinds of unexpected situations that may be encountered. If we are going to go to war, we need enough troops. ”

"We already have enough troops."

Pavll the Boar Man picked up Wren's words and said with a slight rebuttal.

Due to his strict nature, he was assigned to be in charge of the Elegy Workshop and the Greenfield Base: "Now that the entire Greenfield has been reduced to a hatchery for the Blackwing's Lair, in the last few years, the Jackals, Lizardmen, and Gray Centaurs have quadrupled their clan ethnicity due to their strong breeding abilities, and the number of Candemons and Wyverns has also increased exponentially. ”

The leader of the boar people took two steps forward and proposed to the black dragon entrenched on the throne, "In fact, the breeding base can no longer supply so many troops. Your Majesty, the warriors are thirsty for bloodshed. ”

In the previous wars to conquer the Northlands, the most consumed was actually the realm of the undead, and a large number of high-level undead were annihilated in the Rock Fortress, and they have not been able to recover their vitality to this day; The last attack of the Black Wing Nest did not suffer much loss, and the military force was almost intact.

In fact, even if the guys hiding in the Tuhala Desert did not follow Marat's instructions and prepared to invade the Northlands, the Black Dragon Lord would take the initiative to clean up the dregs.

Not only the Black Dragon Emperor, but any other Northland ruler, the Tuhala Desert is like a cancer, these damn dross, cutting off the main route connecting the Northland to the core of the continent.

Therefore, in the Northland countries, normal small caravans and nobles, if they want to go out to trade, must cross a very long distance to avoid bypassing the Tukhara Desert, even if they have strong forces and can hire troops through the Tukhara Desert, there is no guarantee that there is no danger at all.

These blood-sucking worms attached to the main trade routes have greatly increased the cost of trade communication between the Northlands and the outside world, making the already barren Northland Wilderness even more unable to revitalize.

As a dictatorial ruler with great ambitions, Caesar certainly could not tolerate this sand in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, if you need it."

Hogg, who was closest to the Black Gold Throne, opened his mouth and concluded: "It is not very difficult for us to clear the Tuhala Desert. Even those primitive people who hide in the islands of the West Sea cannot escape the eyes of the Blackwing Clan, and the flying apes, manticores, and bipedal wyverns are able to cross the sea and pull them out one by one. ”

The biggest difference between monster clans and humans is that they crave war and blood, and even many races are born for this, and they are useless without war.

Therefore, when facing the army of the God of Hunting, none of the clan leaders under the command of the Black Dragon thought about how to avoid war, and all the arguments and arguments were how to win the battle and how to completely tear the other party apart.

"But ......"

The gnoll leader hesitated for a moment, his face hesitated for a moment, then he became firm again, and then said, "Your Majesty, may I remind you that we may need to be on guard against some possible hidden dangers. ”

"What's the hidden danger?" Caesar's massive head leaned forward slightly.

"The Northlands and the Elven Forest."

Even if there were still human blackshirts serving the Black Dragon Emperor in the royal court, even if Queen Luna, who was born in the Elven Forest, stayed on the neck of the Black Dragon, Hogg still said bluntly: "We must guard against possible betrayal, the current Elven Forest and the Northland countries are not worthy of your trust, they may turn against each other at any time." ”