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Like the paw prints left on the dirt after a herd of beasts running wild.

Mountains come to an abrupt end here, and huge canyons are carved with sedimentary rocks of various colors.

The mountains here have been the witness for countless centuries and the bloody storms that have taken place here.

"Shhh

The caveman roars from his mouth and demonstrates to the other cavemen next to him.

Because this caveman comes from different tribes, they have different colors on their bodies, and their weapons and equipment are very different.

Although they had always been accustomed to the crowded underground caverns, the crowds were more than they could bear.

After all, there is not even a safe distance between every two cavemen - the canyon is full of cavemen.

"You think I like it to stay in this stinking wild canyon?"

In a cavern, the glow of magic illuminates the entire space.

as daylight.

This annoying glare comes from the palm of an elf's hand.

Long curly green hair is scattered behind him, a long thin face, thick eyebrows, a strong nose, and a strong chin.

A sturdy piece of plate armor had been stained with blood so that it was impossible to see its original color.

His ears stood alertly, alert for the unilluminated black shadow that lay near the edge of the cave wall.

"Patience, you need to be patient, Corlius"

The one-armed elf seemed to be very displeased, because the dark shadow on the opposite side called his name without adding the word "His Highness".

But he also knew that a dragon would not recognize his status as a prince.

In the eyes of this group of fierce beasts, elves are just a delicious food, and the difference between rabbits and wild boars is only a ferocity of elf resistance.

At most, it will affect the dragon's mood during the meal, and it will not help the essence of the matter.

They, the elves, stand on the side of food.

Corlius knew this in his heart.

So he maintained restraint in front of the dragon.

But he couldn't let this black shadow realize that he was planning a counterattack in his heart.

So the Prince of the Storm feigned a little temper on the surface.

"So when exactly will we be able to attack the Dawn Mountains?"

"Yes, of course...... When the time comes."

The voice of the dark shadow sounded weak, like a murmur from the shroud.

But it's chilling.

Because Corlius was not sure whether the dragon was really becoming weak, or if he was just testing him.

If the Prince of the Storm dared to seize this opportunity to show his fangs, would the shadow immediately transform into a flaming dragon and destroy the entire Satie chieftain......

The risk is too great.

Without knowing the other party's situation, Corlius did not dare to act rashly.

"We have wasted our precious lives on cavemen, do you know how many good warriors our Satie chieftains have lost for this war?"

"And after paying such a big price, you let me be patient?"

The dark shadow in front of him spun slightly, and a faint black-red flame peeked out of it.

The flame grew larger and condensed into a human form.

Sruka.

But instead of moving, he remained in the darkness of shadows, as if it were a blanket that would shield him from the cold wind of the Wild Canyon.

"Of course I do"

The eyes condensed by the flames stared at Collius tightly, and their gaze was deep and powerful, causing Collius to close his mouth unconsciously.

"I know that you lost five thousand men for this raid"

The face made of flames showed a slight look of pity, as if the dragon also felt sorry for the lost Satie chieftain.

"The Satie chieftains are valiant warriors, I know that"

"But you must also admit that the current Dawn Mountains cannot be attacked, at least, you and I can't do it alone."

Corlius was silent, waiting for the dragon to continue his opinion.

"But the war was successful"

Sruka's eyes squinted, looking out of the cave, at the gray-yellow cliffs.

"No elf has ever been able to penetrate into the heart of a caveman's territory, but you have done it"

"Our strategy was successful"

"Use the Dawn Mountains to contain the Gagantu in the south, use the giants of the Chain North Mountains to contain the cavemen in the north, and I personally use magic to block the cavemen south of the Savage Canyon"

Sluka said, looking back at Corlius.

"That's why we have won such a brilliant victory"

Collius followed Sluka's voice and looked into the depths of the cave, and in the depths of the mountains, at the end of the cave, was a huge cavern with all kinds of strange rocks shining brightly, illuminating a throne.

And the giant lizard that fell under the throne.

King of the cavemen.

Admittedly, Sluka's stratagem succeeded in holding back millions of troglodytes, and before they could arrive from all over the world to overwhelm the army of the Satie chieftains, the forces of Corlius succeeded in killing the troglodyte king.

"So what are you waiting for?"

The Prince of Storm continued to feign anger and questioned Sluka, hoping to get some useful information.

Sruka looked up and stared at Corlius with those burning eyes, as if he were scanning the elf with some surreal instrument.

Suddenly, his gaze changed slightly, but Corlius could not grasp the change in the dragon's feelings from the trembling of the flames.

"My magic is weak"

Corlius's heart sank, and Sluka's words made him extremely puzzled.

Is this a sign of weakness?

Or is it a temptation?

Or was it a ruse to get Corlius to let his guard down?

The Storm Prince's mind was in turmoil, and his suspicion prevented him from taking decisive action, and he did not dare to act.

And that's exactly what Sruka wants.

"More time will be needed to fully domesticate this holy relic"

As he spoke, Sruka pulled out a crown from the flames that made up his body.

It is made of some kind of gray rock, covered with fine black-red lines.

The fine lines spread out like veins, exuding a strong magical aura, as if some kind of magic of Sluka was eroding the crown-shaped stone.

"That's why you're postponing the Dawn Mountains alone?"

Corlius felt that the information was not enough, and that he needed to continue to probe.

"Patience, Prince of the Storm"

Sluka's tone slowed a little, as if he wanted to use words to help Corlius release some of his anger.

"It's a lot more dull than I thought"

Sruka looked at the stone, as if to complain that it was really as stubborn as a stone.

"But my efforts have paid off, and the troglodyte forces are no longer attacking you, are they, are they, so you have time to rush me"

Corlius stopped talking, he gritted his teeth and made a very helpless appearance.

"It seems that it is impossible to control it completely"

Sluka's words weren't too exciting, but there was no panic in his tone, showing that he was still far from being at ease, and that the level of the problem didn't matter to him at all.

"But soon, you'll have an army of cavemen at your disposal."

Corlius' face showed a look of disgust and disdain.

"The Sheikh of Satie wants to use their own hands to eradicate the filth of the Dawn Mountains"

"I have no doubt about your passion"

When Sruka said this, his eyes were still fixed on the holy object in his hand, not at Corlius.

"I also believe that you will be able to achieve the final victory"

With that, Sluka raised her head and continued to look at Corlius.

"But with my help, it will happen faster"

"Don't forget, after the Battle of the Dragons and the War of the Seven Kings, the most powerful race in this world is not the elves, but the cavemen"

Sruka's gaze was sly and treacherous, and he looked as seductive as a poisoned apple.

"Imagine it"

"Even if you can't control the entire troglodyte army, only half of them will obey your orders"

"That also means more than 2 million"

"Isn't it the most reasonable strategy to besiege with this cheap army first, and then let your elite go up to clean up the pieces?"

"Of course, this is also the strategy that is most likely to win"

A confident smile appeared on Sluka's face made of flames that Corlius couldn't refute.

"Believe me, we have made a good covenant, for both of us"

As he spoke, his gaze settled, as if he had passed over Corlius in front of him and saw something more distant.

There was something behind that goal that fascinated him and fascinated him.