The cold winter has passed in a hurry, and the early spring has arrived.

The new year has arrived, and the industrious have begun their work, for those shiny coins.

"This new batch of wine has been aged for a winter," the caravan owner calculated, "enough to awaken the noses of the drunkards." ”

There was another sentence that he didn't want to think about, "provided that the caravan passes through this vast forest safely."

The snow is melting in winter, and the roads are muddy.

And because of the liquor they carried, the wagons were generally quite heavy, and it was almost impossible to pass through the mud.

In addition to the main road, there is a small road that leads to the caravan's destination, but it needs to cross the forest.

There may be snow on the trail, but the trail is shorter and the trail is undoubtedly much faster.

After thinking about it, the owner of the caravan decided to take the wrong path, but he needed to take some risks.

In this forest, there are not only elves who are not friendly to humans, but also goblin tribes who are accustomed to robbing merchants.

Therefore, in order to ensure the safety of both men and goods, he had to spend money to hire guards to ensure the safety of the caravan.

Even so, the liquor merchant was still a little uneasy in his heart, and he was constantly observing his surroundings.

However, as the team progressed, something happened to the merchant, and he found that the originally cramped forest path had been artificially strengthened and widened, and even the snow on the road seemed to have been cleaned by special people.

Originally, he was worried about whether there would be ice crusts due to snow consolidation, so he specially prepared some chains that could be mounted on the wheels to increase friction and grip.

"Most of them are the lords of the neighborhood who built the roads before winter," the merchant thought to himself, "but it's a pity that the chains are gone, or they could have brought a few more barrels of new wine......

Eventually, because of the good roads, the liquor merchant arrived at his destination four or five days faster than expected.

It didn't take long for news of the emergence of a good transportation route in the woods to spread among the merchant groups who traveled north and south.

Many human caravans tried to pass through this road, and finally crossed the large forest smoothly.

As more and more caravans choose to travel through the forest for convenience, friction between them and the forest elves, the owners of the forest, inevitably arises.

The forest elves believe that humans have disturbed their peaceful life and encroached on their territory, while humans believe that the deliberate obstruction of the forest elves has affected their accumulation of wealth.

In addition, the initiator of these contradictions, the sole ruler of the Goblin Tribal Alliance, in which Dalama fanned the flames, began to lead the goblin tribe to attack the lone caravans, and each time not a single one was left alive.

What's even more sinister is that when it comes to killing and clearing the battlefield, this insidious dragon vein goblin will deliberately fake wounds, while leaving behind some ironwood spears commonly used by forest elves, or elven arrows with beautiful tail feathers.

Once, twice, three times...... And even more.

No matter how restrained you are, this kind of frequent bloodshed** will make people slowly lose their minds.

Humans and forest elves, two races that had been at peace with each other, began a tense armed confrontation.

From the bloodshed of the small forces, to the vendetta for revenge, to the intervention of the armies of the two clans.

War is imminent and unstoppable.

After the fire was fought, the war escalated again.

Today the elves have reduced a human city to ruins, and tomorrow the humans will send an elite team to bloodied an elven tribe.

The two races embark on an all-out war, and Dalama once again plays with her own machinations.

Gathering the power of various goblin tribes, he uses it as a capital to connect between forest elves and humans.

Taking advantage of being the evil neighbor of the forest elves, Dalama first ordered someone to find out where the various forest elves were stationed, and drew a detailed but slightly deleted map.

He sold the map as a commodity to various military lords on the human side, and exchanged it for swords and armor.

When the human legions concentrated their efforts to encircle and suppress some of these weak forest elf tribes, Dalama sent people to inform the forest elves, reminding them to prepare early, and even provided some goblin cave passages for them to retreat.

In exchange, he asked the forest elves for some elven longbows, as well as a large number of elven arrows.

And it is beautifully called: "Join hands against the enemies of the forest." ”

Armed with swords, armor, longbows, and sharp arrows, Dalama specially selected a group of goblins to form an elite army.

He named the unit the "Green Mercenary Regiment" and began to switch from selling news to selling force.

Neither the forest elves nor the humans would have imagined that an inconspicuous scum race would take advantage of the period of conquest between the two races to rise strongly.

Although they all wanted to snuff out this goblin army, they were unable to do so due to the anxiety of the war.

In the end, they had to pinch their noses and acquiesce to this fait accompli, and began to choose to hire the "Green Mercenary Group" to serve themselves.

For Dalama, he didn't care if the employer was a human or a forest elf.

The only criterion for choosing is that the one with the highest price will get - whoever gives the money, the "Green Mercenary Group" will serve whomever it wants.

After three years and three months of the all-out war between humans and forest elves, the infamous "Green Death Mercenary Regiment" has been hired for the last time.

Many of Dalama had met with the various military lords of the human race more than once, but this was the only time he had seen so many "old clients" at the same time.

"Greenskinned mercenary, go on. ”

The leader of the human military lords, after giving an account of his mission, disdainfully threw a bag full of gold coins to Dalama.

"Remember, this is our last payment, I don't want anything to go wrong, otherwise ......"

“...... Otherwise, I will be your enemy. Dalama replied with a smile, without a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

This mission is difficult to say, at least for humans, it is completely impossible to cross the forest to reach the rear of the forest spirits, but it is easy to say, and there is no need to fight, just need to cross the forest quietly.

The human alchemists of the Alchemy Guild, through long-term configuration, have made a poison that can weaken and even kill elves. The military lords hired Dalama to pour poison into the forest elf tribe's common water source.

When the effect of the medicine is onset, the humans will gather an army and rush into the forest to carry out a complete siege of the elven tribe.

If this strategy succeeds, the war between the two races will end at the same time, and humanity will be victorious.

It's a pity that Dalama took the "Green Death Mercenary Group" to complete the first half of the mission, but when the second half of the potion was poured, this black-hearted dragon vein goblin only poured a small half of the poison.

The forest elves have indeed been weakened, at least the human army has found that after rushing into the forest, the forest elves that originally had the home field advantage are not as strong as before.

But the forests weren't defenseless, and the forest elves were evenly matched with the human armies.

Just as the suspicious human military lord was about to order a retreat, and was about to send someone to capture Dalama to interrogate.

Something unexpected to both sides of the warring struck when a terrible fire suddenly spread from the outskirts of the forest to the inside, and after the dry winter, the flames were unstoppable.

When the fire was extinguished, hordes of goblins poured into the almost burned forest, searching every inch of the forest, slaughtering all the forest spirits and humans who survived.

After this battle, not only the forest elves were wiped out, but the human forces were also greatly damaged.

No one, or any force, can stop Dalamar from the formation of a new goblin kingdom.

When this dragon vein goblin reached his old age and was about to die, he just said:

"It's a pity that I haven't drunk cream elf bisque in about thirty years......"

Then the world swirled, and the dragon vein goblin king king who ruled the world returned to the plane of the acid fog canyon.

He shook his head and patted his face lightly, only to find that the once stagnant power in his body had now broken the seal.

With her arms outstretched, and without hesitation, Dalama quickly turned back into an adult green dragon and fled towards the dragon camp as if flying.

After leaving, a burst of "giggling" laughter rang out in the quiet dead woods.

"The chess pieces are ready...... Players who have been waiting for a long time, it's your turn to play soon. ”