Razor Mountain, like the airship developed by the great goblin sage Zeppelin 10,000 years ago, every gear is busy. Rising is the glory of the Kozan goblins. 10,000 years ago it was carried by a steam airship, and now it is carried by Razor Mountain.

The Razor Draft, which is mainly aimed at the great bandit tribes on Godot, does not have enough strength, and the people of Kozan do not think that a tribe can sit at a round table and share a big event with Razor Mountain, since the establishment of the New Goblin Kingdom, the goblins have had such pride.

Names emanated from the royal palace where the goblins revered, making Razor Mountain illuminate the night illuminating the faces of determined goblin craftsmen. The craftsmen were full of energy, erecting wooden fortifications up and down Razor Hill in front and back, preparing for the coming warriors and preparing for the coming war.

The first to arrive at Razor Mountain were the scattered forces in the Godot Wasteland, small tribes such as goblins, ogres, bear goblins, and trolls, although they did not receive the battle order, they also heard the wind and moved, scattered, gathered into a tower, and there were three or four thousand people, gathered at the foot of Razor Mountain, waiting, like the legendary two ogres waiting for Godot.

Razor Mountain had to divide its forces to manage these scattered forces, I don't know if it was because of wartime, or because the goblins learned to watch people through the cracks, and the management of Razor Mountain was rough and simple.

At the foot of Razor Mountain, wooden stakes are used as lines, dividing areas into areas and assigning them to the bandit "vanguard" by race, and the stronger the tribe, the closer to Razor Mountain. It smells of pilgrimage, it seems that these pioneers are here to pay homage to the goblin king, and they can't be honored without strength.

Such an arrangement caused great dissatisfaction, and Razor Mountain used the most drastic means to express that it did not care, and suppressed it by force!

On the slope of Razor Mountain, a tall wooden fence gate was installed, and the sharp wooden sticks stretched out were intertwined with canine teeth, and the keeper of the gate was a Goron with a wolf stick, which corresponded to the canine teeth of the gate, and Goron had wolf teeth in his hand! None of the robbers under the mountain dared to tease these two rows of teeth.

In addition to the tough measures, Razor Mountain also played a trick that was only prevalent in human countries, drawing a line based on the standard of "the combat power of thirty adult ogres", and only if the tribe's strength reached the level or above, the leader of the tribe was allowed to stay in Razor Mountain.

All those who did not comply were turned into patties that stuck to the log mace, and were licked into the stomach by Goron.

The fence gate had not been opened since the call was issued, and all food was distributed uniformly.

Wooden troughs stretched from the top of the hill to the area where each race was located, and drinking water flowed down from the troughs, as did wheat steamed buns and dried meat.

The acquisition of food is all based on strength. Cross-regional food grabbing is not allowed, and all violators fall under the arrows. No one knows when Razor Mountain had a group of archers.

The days passed by eating, sleeping, and waiting, and the various regions were constantly clashing with each other, competing for the leaders of each race. When the district leaders ruled with pride over the number of men, as they walked through the open gate opened by Goron with their heads held high, and saw the scene behind the fence gates, they had to accept the fact that they still had to obey the orders of Razor Mountain.

Every day, the herald stood on the trough, shouting orders from the goblin king Natsu to the bandits below.

There are also races that want to set up their own banners and openly kill heralds. However, the end was not good, the entire race was deprived of food and water throughout the day, and even the bow and arrow guard of the dividing line of the tribe was strengthened, until the leader was executed by his angry men, and the punishment did not end.

Razor Hill shows a tough attitude - in normal times, Gordo will not interfere in the situation in Godot, but as soon as the "Razor Call Order" is issued, the entire Godot Wasteland must obey the transfer of Razor Mountain, and violators will only have one end and disappear into Godot's land.

The Godot bandits finally understand why, seventy years ago, Razor Mountain was able to drive out a tribe of mountain dwarves with a population of 3,000 and everyone a warrior.

Having been able to fill their stomachs every day, the pioneers suddenly felt that their strength had increased a lot, and they were full of confidence in the expulsion of Beamon. The big tribe that is the main force has not yet arrived, except for the ogre tribe in the Dota Stone Forest, it is said that even the ogre on the other side of the saline swamp will fight.

Now, the bandit vanguard is only waiting for the start of the war and the distribution of the spoils after the war.

Thinking of this, the pioneers lost the heart to fight bravely, and they opened their mouths and gags every day, so uncomfortable.

Around Razor Mountain, the weeds are shallow. With the perennial grazing of reindeer, plus the forage and fuel for harvesting the winter, there is no hidden place within a ten-mile radius of Razor Mountain.

After the bandit vanguard arrived, in order to survive the cold night, they harvested a large number of weeds for nesting, and extended the bald land in front of Razor Mountain outward a lot. In addition, Razor Mountain suddenly gave an inexplicable order to exchange hay for grain. When the ragtag army was talking about the pie-filled reward, Razor Mountain gave the answer, "Burn Beamon".

Thinking of the fragrant roasted Beamon meat, the robbers are full of energy.

In just a few days, the front of the gate of Razor Mountain was piled up with high and low haystacks, like a mushroom opened, and the pioneers watched the sunset together, walked the wilderness together, and talked about the fragrance of grass together.

At noon, the sun is scorching, and the robbers are resting on the haystack, lying on the haystack to enjoy the warmth of winter, enjoying the scenery of lying on the haystack and picking their feet and overlooking the distance, and enjoying the fragrance of grass at this time.

On Razor Mountain, a huge beast roar exploded, breaking the robbers' comfort.

The robbers jumped up one after another, pointed at the Razor Hill and cursed the stupid dragon for not knowing how to enjoy time, being an annoying hyena, and not making people comfortable.

Scolding, scolding, the conversation quickly shifted to the mockery of the dragon. In the eyes of the Godot bandits, any race is stupid, only knows that they are busy all day long, there are always endless things to do, even lunch is hurriedly stuffed into the belly, and they do not know how to take care of their appetite at all. Dragons, on the other hand, are the stupidest creatures, with great power, but they sleep all day and don't know what to do. If the robbers can have the power of a dragon, they must raise a large number of cows, and the cow dung they pull out can be piled up to the height of Razor Mountain, and then go and rob a few beautiful women, raise them with milk, give birth to a litter of cubs, roast the fire with cow dung, and wait for the cubs to rule the world when they are big and become a king themselves.

The robbers feel that the world is stupid, either too busy or too lazy to know the true meaning of life. Only the Godot robbers know how to cherish life and time. Otherwise, how could Godot Wasteland always be a bandit? It's just a pity that the robbers' strength is not enough, otherwise they would have ruled the world long ago, and it would be the turn of the stupid dragon to scream?!

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Razor Mountain is not alone, the peaks and hills are scattered, stacking the first peak of the Gordo Heath. Between the peaks, it seems that a hungry goblin has dug a spoonful, and the juice gushing from the bottom gathers, a long and narrow lake of green. A bird's-eye view from the air, like a razor, but much more imposing than the lonely red clay slopes.

The surroundings of Razor Mountain are really as if they have been scraped by razors, steep and straight, full of cliffs, and there is no gentle slope. There is only one slope on the south side, which serves as a passage up and down the mountain. I really don't know where the goblins got the courage to dig out this 20-meter-wide mountain road.

Standing in front of the passage and looking from the front, from this passage sandwiched by steep walls on both sides, you will see that Razor Mountain is a high and low cascading part, like a huge staircase, and the dividing line is the lake!

What a precipitous place!

The two proprietresses of Shandora couldn't help but sigh that these two royal families, one flying in the sky and one swimming in the sea, after experiencing the construction of the red clay slopes, gradually understood the importance of the dangerous terrain to the terrain to the terrain race, especially in the war.

If Razor Mountain is a majestic rooster, today's red clay slope is just a cub, the same construction mode, Razor Mountain is a husband, and the red clay high slope is leaking on all sides.

Even if all the big men of Shandora pile up on the slope, they may not be able to attack Razor Mountain!

Epli flew up Razor Mountain with Mirien to scout and came to this conclusion.

A group of harpies approached, already alarming the soldiers on Razor Mountain. The watchman sounded the alarm bell, and the little body of the timid goblin jumped, holding his head, drilling in the cellar, hiding behind the trees, lying at the bottom of the bed, and on the beams of the roof. Cries, shouts, and collisions, Razor Mountain is like a pot of porridge, and the goblins themselves make a mess of it.

A goblin climbed onto the roof and blew the horn in his hand, and in the midst of the whine, the panicked goblin seemed to find reassurance, and the noisy sound fell silent.

A group of disciplined goblins appeared, their clothes with a big word "pipe" written in the lingua franca, walking through the streets, armed with weapons, with straight faces, and big hands pointing at them, and the frightened goblins obediently hid back into their houses. It actually shows the military literacy that only human kingdoms have.

Then, another group of taller goblins appeared, spear in hand, and quickly ran in the direction of the harpy. On the armor sewn from cowhide, I don't know what kind of ink is used, and the writing of this big word "guard" seems to bring great power, making the expressions of these guards full of determination.

Mirien snorted twice, and with a raised hand, she swung an arrow through the goblin on the roof. The sentry's throat whined, leaking through the hole in an instant.

Magic!

The goblins of the Guanwei Army were suddenly stunned in place, and even the duties of the Guanwei clan were so frightened that they stiffened in place, and one by one they opened their mouths and fell into the sunflower seeds they were chewing.

Miriam suddenly felt that the pale word "pipe" was very unpleasant, snorted, spat out a few syllables, and pulled out a large water balloon between her hands, and smashed it into the goblin guards.

The scattered splashes and the impact of the explosion completely blew the team apart, and the goblins who could not dodge used their bodies to bear the power of magic, and proved the horror of magic with their injuries. Just a water balloon blew up all these naturally short creatures into the houses on both sides, and their bodies were full of wooden thorns, either with severed hands or broken feet.

Like water falling to boiling oil, the goblins are completely boiling.

"The magician is here!"

The guards shouted, and some of them dropped their weapons and turned and ran away.

Although the goblins have been established for more than 100 years, it can be seen that their foundation has not completely changed. Cowardice and cowardice have filled the marrow of this nation, so that when they face a powerful enemy, their hands and feet are weak, and they only have the strength to escape.

Miriam smirked, showing the conquest of a powerful race.

Bullying the weak is the root of every race.

There were several guards in armor and shoulder pads adorned with boar fangs, still holding their posts, even having the courage to confront the magician. Realizing that the wooden spears they threw could not reach the enemies in the air, the guards all bit the wooden spears, climbed to the roof with their hands and feet, ran in a burst of runs, jumped up, and threw their weapons into the sky.

Epli shook her arm, easily dodging the lackluster wooden spears.

Do these goblins really think they're the spear-throwers of the Beamonpigs?

Epli stayed in the air as a new escort appeared beneath her. The same attire as the spearmen, each carrying a bow and an arrow bag on their backs, and their shoulders were not decorated with boar tusks, but with three feathers, black and white.

Epli recognized it as the feathers of the wild goose, but she didn't expect the goblin's wooden bow to be so powerful that it was almost hit by an unexpected arrow.

Mirien cursed and unleashed a wave of water arrows, pinning the goblin archer to the ground, declaring who was the better archer.

Eply: "There's no need to dwell on it. ”

Epli bypassed the goblin archers, and Mirien summoned a water shield to protect her body.

The two continued to patrol Razor Mountain.