Although Garcia Yufeng had visited the Blackwing Lair and had taken a cursory look at the situation here, it was the first time that he had found a different way to take a closer look at the Blackwing Clan's life under the invitation and guidance of the Dragon King.

To be honest, she couldn't figure it out, why did the Black Dragon Lord do this?

It stands to reason that the number of subordinates, the distribution of clans, and the ecological status of a force are absolutely closed secrets to the outside world, and even the allies will not easily reveal them, but in the face of the leader of the Elven Forest, Caesar actually led her to see it in such a generous way, and spoke from time to time, giving her a detailed introduction like an introduction.

Isn't that what it means not to let yourself out alive again? The thought rose in Garcia's mind.

Caesar took her out of Luna's garden and greeted the morning light through the well-guarded, dragon-roaring canopy fortress to the various clans' habitats.

Although with the change of the attitude of the Black Dragon Lord, her life is gradually improving, but after all, she has not been released from her captive status and is subject to others, so of course Garcia does not dare to say no to the Black Dragon Lord, and can only follow the side of the big black dragon step by step under the gaze of a group of evil monsters, through the long jungle.

In between, she finally couldn't help but ask, "Your Majesty the Dragon King, what do you need me to do?" ”

"You're too vigilant, Garcia, relax."

Caesar's smile was sincere: "I just want to talk to you, please believe that I have no intention of you, I have no interest in the Elven Forest." ”

"Then when will I be able to go back-"

"I said, please rest well, and when the Elven Forest makes a request to me to take back the Queen, I will send you back."

Caesar interrupted her: "Unfortunately, until now, no messenger from the Elven Forest has come to the Lair of the Black Wing, you may not believe it, but for this, I would like to vouch for it. ”

This is true, because the blackwing nest Chen Bing is in the western part of the Elven Forest, the so-called messenger can't come at all, and after discovering this, those guys are stuck in a long and complicated negotiation and preparation, and no one will set foot in Caesar's territory.

Garcia had a hesitant look on her face, and she was clearly unconvinced.

But it doesn't matter, Caesar doesn't want to explain more, Garcia believes it or not, it doesn't make sense at this stage, they have just finished visiting the ecology of the stone crows and are ready to move on.

This time the road is farther, the further north he goes, the deeper he goes into the dark realm behind the canopy fortress, Garcia didn't expect that the sphere of influence of the Black Wing Nest would cover such a wide area, this place is quiet and unresounding, but looking at the appearance of the Black Dragon Lord, it seems that there are clans belonging to the Black Wing Nest.

The terrain became more and more precipitous, twists and turns, Garcia was worried, and the itinerary was full of ups and downs, she subconsciously put her right hand on her chest, which had become her habitual action since she changed into this outfit - this place was too remote, and Luna was not there, and she was a little worried.

Things did not turn out as she thought, the distance was close, a grotesque old oak tree happened to cover the entrance to the cave, Caesar led her around the pass, and then turned down, and suddenly there was a light in it, and the wind whistled and agitated, lifting the young elf's long skirt back, and the ears were instantly filled with the sound of chatter, and the scorching smell came over the surface.

Cunning and timid, greedy and lazy, goblins are uncontrollable inferior evil creatures, she remembers the books, but here Garcia saw goblins in a very different way, and she saw short, ragged creatures with brown bodies in order to work.

Below, a scene was in full swing, with countless goblins shuttling through, some smelting minerals and some forging armor.

To Garcia's surprise, these goblins don't seem to be as smart as the books suggest, as each of them seems to do only one thing, and so on and so on and so on.

For example, the one she was looking at was casting two pieces of iron from a pair of beast-shaped armor, but when this was done, it didn't seem to know what to do next, and ran to do the same for another piece of armor, causing the goblins behind it to take its place and continue its unfinished work.

And the same is true of the goblin, it seems that it will only do this one thing, and after the quenching is completed, the goblin also slips away, and then the next quenching and beating, which is a vicious circle, and there can only be other goblins to take its place.

These goblins are really not smart, no wonder they are far less famous in Eladya than the dwarves.

Garcia thought secretly.

Caesar noticed her expression, but the black dragon didn't speak, just watched quietly.

The Elven Queen was not stupid, she did not have the sluggish thinking and reaction of the immortals, and her observation was much sharper than that of others, so after only waiting for a while, Garcia immediately realized that something was wrong, and her expression gradually became surprised and slowly opened her mouth.

She found that the goblins worked faster than the dwarves forged their armor, and it was not as fast as a star, and almost every few moments, a new armor was born in the workshop.

You know, it's a job that a dwarf can do in days.

In the central city-states, far to the north, where the Grey Keep dwarves are among the most skilled in casting, only a dozen or so pieces of armor are available for that group every day, and the dwarves don't even have a single one when they're in a bad mood.

But here, in the Black Dragon Lord's workshop, with such efficiency, Garcia can't calculate how many armor pairs the goblins can produce in a day, but the number is definitely far greater than that of the Greykeep Dwarves.

Although the things they create look like inferior products that have not been tailored or taken care of, the amount alone is surprising enough.

"Under the spur of the gnolls, the goblin workshop can produce sixty pairs of armor per day, and this is still due to the scarcity of iron ore in the Black Wing's Lair, and it is not self-sufficient."

Only then did the black dragon report an accurate number, then lowered his head and asked her, "How does it compare to the Elven Forest?" ”

"Your workshop is amazing."

Garcia's voice was astringent: "There is no way to forge iron in the Elven Forest, we use corn wood as spears and sharp bones as arrows. ”

As she spoke, she had unconsciously used the honorific title of "you" to Caesar, which had never been done before.

Today, the Blackwing Lair has shown her that she is strong in all aspects, whether it is in terms of strength, resources or action, it is better than the Elven Forest in an all-round way, even if the elves are proud of their vast connections and many friends, there is nothing worth mentioning in front of the Blackwing Nest, the Black Dragon Lord obviously has examples in the Northland countries, and has many minions - there are many things in this place that seem to come from human hands.

After learning all about this evil place, Garcia's last illusion was shattered, and she clearly realized that the Elven Forest had little chance of winning compared to the Black Wing Lair.

"Oh? Is it? I've heard that there are a lot of veins out there, and it's a shame that you can't use them. ”

Caesar sighed "empatheticly", and then asked abruptly, "Do you know why I dare to break into the Elven Forest alone?" ”

Is this humiliating yourself?

This answer is undoubted, which makes Garcia subconsciously think like this, or maybe the Black Dragon Lord is showing off his strength?

As a captive, she had to respond, so she could only say, "Because you are very strong." ”

"No, you're wrong."

Caesar immediately shook his head, and his tone was affirmative: "It's because you are too weak." ”

"Being a dragon is always subject to all sorts of crusades, so I remember when I was a child, I was confronted by an army of humans with only a thousand men, the strongest being an archmage. But the combat power shown by those humans is far stronger than that of the Elven Forest. ”

"You're too weak, you're going to be beaten." He stared at Garcia and said something that she didn't understand.

"In ancient times, the Elven Forest was indeed able to stand tall and independent, regardless of external objects, because at that time you were strong enough to deal with all possible threats, but now, your power is getting weaker and weaker, and your resistance is getting smaller and smaller."

"Times have changed, Garcia."

Caesar sighed, "In the near future, the nest of the Black Wings is bound to expand, and the Forest of the Elves will become the source of intelligence for the good races, and the starting point for the righteous to crusade against the nest of the Black Wings, I will never allow such a threat to exist, even if I do care about Luna's feelings, but I am afraid that this will not protect you." ”

Caesar told a little lie, in fact, in his heart, of course, Luna could keep the Elven Forest, but this word sounded extremely true to Garcia.

Because everyone knows that the five-colored dragon will not give up its ambitions and interests for the sake of others.

At this point, Caesar was not going to continue, this step was to give Garcia a sense of urgency, to give her the desire to lead the Elven Forest to become stronger, and desire is the root of all evil, and it can destroy everything.

Coincidentally, at this time, many goblins stopped and found the Black Dragon Lord and Tia Elves at the entrance of the cave, these greedy and lustful guys all focused their eyes on the scantily clad Garcia, saliva flowed down, and even forgot about work, only under the whip of the jackals could come back to their senses, wailing and fleeing.

But as soon as the gnolls were gone, they became carried away again, and it was not until they felt the dragon's might that they finally felt fear and collapsed on the ground.

Having seen everything he had to see, Caesar turned around and left with Garcia in order not to affect the efficiency and progress of his foundry.