However, to say that the goblin race has no merits and are all waste is too subjective and one-sided.

Caesar was very interested in the customs of Eladia, and had an in-depth understanding of many species, even the inferior species that were deeply disgusted and abandoned by the intelligent species, such as kobolds, gnomes, goblins, etc., he also had a relatively comprehensive understanding.

From the books he read, the Black Dragon Lord learned that the goblins' creative spirit and alchemy talent ranked among the best among the many races of Eladia, and although they were very out of tune most of the time, they could also make a lot of good things on occasional whims.

For example, the giant puppet weapons that shone in countless wars in the Second Age were created by extension of the prototype of the "giant goblin" made by goblins.

Today, of course, as Eladea continues to grow, the original puppet weapons have long since been phased out and replaced by more powerful Constructed Golems created using the power of magic.

Moreover, these guys are not much weaker than the boar people in terms of engineering, and in terms of casting, they are far ahead of all the clans under the current command of the Black Wing Lair.

Under the influence of these factors, the Grand Commander Hogg left the Black Wing's lair with a legendary weapon thirsty for blood, and went to search for and capture the goblins.

The gnolls are stationed on the outer edge of the Blackwing's Lair, armed in a circle, locking off the whining goblins, and at a glance there are about two to three hundred goblins, roughly equivalent to a small colony of goblins.

At this time, Caesar arrived.

With the muffled thunder rolling in the sky and the surging crimson flames, the black dragon quickly amplified from far and near, and Caesar still couldn't learn to glide and slow down, so he directly hit the ground and landed on a steep slope not far away.

With a loud crashing sound, the ground under the black dragon's feet let out a hoarse wail, cracks spread out one after another, and surging sand and dust swept up at any time.

As if the sound of the explosion had frightened the goblins, they held the big green head in both hands, half-crouched down, buried their heads in the crotch of their pants, and cried out of their mouths in a constant stream of cries and begs for mercy.

The jackals, by contrast, were much calmer, bowing their heads slightly in awe and not making any other embarrassing moves.

"Your Majesty."

Hogg came over, put the short-handled heavy axe on the ground, knelt on one knee, and put his right paw on the hilt of the axe, and said, "This is the goblin race of the northern no-man's land, which is full of goblins, gnomes, kobolds, and cavemen, but I have only brought a limited number of wolf cubs to lock up this number of goblins. ”

The gnoll leader not only completed the mission, but also brought intelligence on the unknown regions of the north.

"Well done."

The black dragon nodded, and did not hesitate to encourage, Hogg was indeed worthy of praise, at least not until now, he had not been disappointed: "How many goblins are here. ”

"Two hundred and seventy-three, but quite a few died on the way, and I haven't had time to count them, Your Majesty."

Enough, the task of the goblins at this stage is mainly to smelt metal, and by the way, to make weapons, as long as they can be enslaved, so that the goblins do not appear lazy, escape and other sabotage, these hundreds can fully meet the needs of the Blackwing Nest at this stage.

Once the goblins were in place, the vein mining plan was put on the agenda.

Green Field also has ore veins, a few miles behind the canopy fortress of the Black Wing's Nest, there is a black iron ore that has been discovered for a long time, the original Mother of Poison has long been mining, but Sylvia does not have high-quality miners like kobolds and gray dwarves, so it is inefficient, and later because of the war and the change of power, the mining matter has completely stalled.

And now, Caesar is ready to restart the mining plan of black iron ore, even if the treasure trove of the green capital is rich and not replenished, it will face the dilemma of sitting on the edge of the nest of black wings, and the scattered kobolds who want to seek refuge some time ago can now come in handy.

"Divide a separate area, settle these goblins, and then draw some ethnic groups from each clan to closely monitor the goblin community and force them to obey the orders of the Blackwing Lair."

Caesar said, "Also, when you come back, rest for two days, get ready, and take over the charge of the Blackwing's Lair as usual, for I am about to fall into a deep sleep." ”

"You will be the king of the Northlands, Your Majesty."

Hearing this, Hogg nodded in agreement, and at the same time complimented.

It knows that dragons grow up in a long slumber, and that each long hibernation draws on the knowledge of the dragon's heritage, and when they wake up, they become stronger.

It's a pity that this sycophant is a bit out of place, the king of the Northland is not an unattainable goal in Caesar's opinion, in the absence of accidents, he only needs to destroy the countries of the Northland, and then win over the Elven Forest, and he can easily take the name without being crowned.

Although Hogg's wisdom is high enough and his experience is rich enough, due to the strength factor, the king of the northern land is already the limit that the gnoll leader can imagine, and a higher-level powerful existence, with its current empty brain, cannot be fathomed at present.

"Hmm."

The black dragon nodded, this dead guy likes to listen to people tout, as long as it is not the dry embarrassment of the kobold, other slightly more normal black dragons can allow it, and happily use it.

Hogg's heartfelt compliment made his already good mood much better, and he paused before mentioning another matter.

"When the time comes, if the orcs come back with the minotaurs, arrange for those minotaurs to farm, and some of the necessary resources that the Blackwing Nest doesn't have, you can contact Kaki's transformation leader and ask it directly."

"Besides, if Gal doesn't come back after a month, wake me up at the Emerald Palace, and I'll have to find them."

"Do your bidding."

The leader of the gnolls who was half-kneeling on the ground nodded and took the order, Hogg was strong enough, but it was far worse than the black dragon lord, Caesar's body had grown to an exaggerated extent, in the history of Eladia, even the red dragon did not have such a strong case.

The creature's muscles were knotted and arched, and the armor and spines of the exoskeleton seemed to tear the scales of the skin.

After arranging everything, Caesar was not idle enough to be interested in watching the chaos of the gnolls settling the goblins, and the black dragon lord turned straight and returned with a crimson glow.

It's still early now, he can still sleep back to the cage or something, there is no way to enter a long sleep at this stage, and he has to make up for it with a nap.

For dragons, a good night's sleep is really just a nap.

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