The blazing flame had suddenly vanished over the hill.

It must have been some kind of teleportation magic.

The caveman scouts were no longer able to track Linda.

Listening to the information brought back by the caveman cub tremblingly, Gagantu was not surprised at all.

"Hey, who's that guy?"

With a suspicious face, he approached Gagantu and wanted to ask for an understanding.

"Princess of the Dawn Mountains, didn't you listen to her?"

Gagantu fiddled with his machete with two fingers, and the sharp blade was cold and cold, which made Gagantu, who had just been roasted, feel very comfortable.

The caveman named Pictor approached the burned ground and touched the ashes with his fingers.

Fluffy as dust.

This vast area of land has completely died, burned to the ground.

"This is Skyfire?"

Pictor was seeing the real thing for the first time.

Although the name of Meispil had been heard many times, the invincible elf had never been to the territory of the cavemen of the north.

"Don't say stupid things, it's just the afterglow of the heavenly fire"

Pictor's eyes widened, he knew that Gagantu would not lie, nor would he brag.

"That holy relic, the Sword of Flame, can fuse the mountain peak with just one wave"

"Shhhh

Gurla stuck out his tongue, showing his restlessness.

For cavemen, fire is like a natural predator, and creatures that live in the darkness of the underground instinctively fear this kind of thing.

"But you've had a head-to-head battle with Mespil?"

Pictor approached, apparently having lost interest in the white ash, and now wondered how Gagantu had managed to survive under this force.

"Right...... A long time ago"

The caveman king looked up at the clouds in the sky, and old memories came back to his mind again.

"Hundreds of years ago, I led 100,000 cavemen north out of the Ancient Forest, looking for a new territory between the Dawn Mountains and the Blackfire Mountains."

"Against us are the elite forces of El Gonda"

"Composed of three different elven tribes, united around the Flame Sword"

"Maispear was still very young at that time"

"Even if he has the sword of the holy artifact, he can't do anything with me"

"But ......"

Gagantu seems to recall something bad.

The king's eyes were filled with anger and resentment.

"That little ghost...... He discovered our secret, and began to bombard my troglodyte army."

Pictor and Gallalu looked surprised when they heard this.

"We control these caveman cubs"

Gagantu's expression soothed a little, as if he had come out of his memory.

"Let them act in concert to gain exponential combat capabilities, and at the same time draw energy from them"

"I'm afraid all the elves of the Dawn Mountains already know this."

After listening to Gagantu's words, Guralalu immediately chattered with anger.

That's right, the troglodyte general's combat ability largely comes from the troglodyte army he controls.

That's their secret.

"So I'm not afraid of Mespil, but I'm afraid of the sword of fire in his hand"

The word 'afraid' came out of the king's mouth, and if it was in normal times, Guralalu would definitely grasp this point and take the opportunity to taunt Gagantu.

But even if he is reckless, he knows that now is not the time for jokes and infighting.

"What are we going to do?"

It's definitely not something to be ashamed to turn to the king's wisdom when you don't know how to change the situation.

"What do you think, Pictor?"

Instead of answering the words immediately, Gagantu turned his face to the other, slightly thinner caveman general.

The king was examining the servant with those crescent-like pupils.

"I listen to you, you are now the caveman king"

Picto's expression was as calm as a stone, and the light in his eyes didn't flicker, but Gagantu knew that a few thousand words had been omitted from Pictor's words here.

"Whew, Whew~"

Gagantu turned his head and blew the leaves off his shoulder.

"The forest is fertile"

"We are not short of supplies here"

"In just a few decades, we can double the number of our troops"

"Huh?"

Gurala looked surprised, not knowing what Gagantu was talking about.

"This forest is the heart of the North"

"Further north is the Baishu Sea Cliff, the territory of the giants, and those big stone bumps are not easy to mess with"

"Further south is the Black Fire Mountains, but there are ice storms there all year round, and we won't be able to survive even three days without a fortified fortress like the barbarians."

"To the east are Tolmange and Endville, and the expeditionary force of Mespier, and the three of them seem to be not very friendly, and are in tension"

"But the female elf with the fire in the sky just now is obviously here to threaten us, if we dare to approach Maispil, she will use a knife with us"

"If we go west, we will have to face the Satie chiefs, and it is they who have attacked the troglodyte royal family of the Savage Canyon"

When Gagantu had finished speaking, he closed his mouth and let the wind blow the ornaments on his body clang.

"Then what are we waiting for, to destroy those Satie chiefs!"

Flames were almost erupting from his mouth, and his two rows of teeth couldn't wait to cut into the flesh of his enemies.

"No...... No, that's not good."

Pictor couldn't help it and began to refute the stupidity of the gurgling.

"The elves of the Dawn Mountains attacked the Satie chieftain and killed Siga, seemingly weakening their power"

"Isn't that just right?"

Gurla Lalu spread out his two paws, not understanding that such a great opportunity is in front of him, what else are we going to have?

"But"

Pictor didn't seem to bother to explain to the primitive animal opposite, but he had to do it.

"Maispear didn't kill many Satie chieftains, and the strength of those elves wasn't weakened too much"

"On the contrary, they have just lost their king, and now they are angry, why should we go to fight them at this time?"

"And"

For the first time, there was a slight look of disdain in Pictor in his eyes, but he was sure that he couldn't see it.

"Don't forget, that dragon is the mastermind behind the Satie chieftains"

"Huh! coward"

Gurla exhaled violently, angry at Pictor for his timidity, but he couldn't fight in front of the king.

Pictor didn't want to pay attention to the imbecile, but his taunt upset Picto, and the caveman hissed a little.

"So ......"

But the cunning caveman immediately came to his senses and, as if flattering, began to meet the plans of Gagantu.

"So I also feel that the king's plan is right, we should make a hole in this forest and settle down, and it won't be long before we will outnumber the enemy"

"At that time, we will attack them again"

With that, Pictor glared at him maliciously, as if to show off that he was on the side of Gagantu.

"You just want your race to expand, right?"

Gagantu's words made Pictor stunned, he didn't expect Gagantu to be so straightforward.

"After all, you're a caveman native of the North"

"If I asked you to follow me to the Ancient Forest in the South, you would agree to that?"

"That'...... Of course......"

Pictor hurriedly bowed his head in obedience.

"We're going north"

Pictor and Cralalu's eyes widened at the same time, a decision that seemed absolutely stupid to the two of them.

The sea monsters didn't dare to provoke the giants of the Baishu Sea Cliff!

"We'll march east along the edge of the giant's territory via the White Fang Pass, and then attack Tolmanga"

"Mespier will definitely attack Tolmangue as well"

"If we're lucky, Tolmange's army will be a loser with Mespier"

"If we take the northern fortifications of Tolmang, we can set up camp there, and neither the giants nor the elves can take our positions."

"If we're unlucky and Mespil takes Tolmang before us, then we can use that city to maneuver"

"Bladetooth City?"

Pictor was amazed at the strategy of the Kagantu, and although the king did not live in the north, he knew much more about the north than he did.

"Tolmange's fortifications?"

Gurlalalu apparently has a problem with this.

"Do you want these little cubs to die there?"

The general pointed to the troglodytes behind him and questioned his king.

"A King's Mission"

Gagantu glared at him with his big green eyes.

"Not to let them live, but not to waste their lives"

Gagantu's words captured Gurala and Pictor Pictore.

"I'll let you die as you deserve"

The king's crescent-shaped pupils were dark and sharp, as cold and unforgiving as nature.

"And those who survive will get the most benefit"