In the Acid Mist Canyon plane, it is not wise to choose to pass from the ground.

There are too many steep rocks, swamps filled with strong acids, too loose ground, and the presence of Tanari demons at any time, all of which are holding on to the lives of passers-by.

And having wings and being able to fly freely in the sky will undoubtedly be much safer and much easier.

Leaving the dragon camp, Dalama only burrowed into the acid cloud high in the sky, and with a swoop, he approached his destination.

However, when the green dragon overlooked the camp of the Servant Legion, he immediately fell into deep suspicion.

Could it be that I am misremembering?

The camp of the Servant Legion in memory was located in a stalagmite woodland, where there should have been no grass except for the large shacks that the lowly mortals had built for themselves.

But the first thing that caught Dalama's eye was not the raised stalagmites, but a dense forest.

Although most of the trees were dead and neatly lined up side by side, when the green dragon looked more closely, he would see that there were still many undead trees in many corners, growing tenaciously in the acid mist, like a general watching over the silent troops.

The miserable green sunlight could not penetrate the forest. A dense acid mist and clumps of branches surrounded the trees and blocked the light.

The trees themselves looked twisted and deformed, like animal claws digging into the ground.

There was no breeze to stir their dead leaves, but chillingly, something seemed to be moving in the forest.

......

"You shitty embryos!"

The roe rat is not like a beast rat at this time, but a bit like an angry tiger.

He led his younger brothers and walked on either side of a group of gray-maned centaurs, constantly driving them to speed up.

"Just dragging this little branch, you guys are grinding like this, what a bunch of useless fools!"

At this time, the crazy appearance of the mad rat is like two people compared to when he was squatting in the hard labor camp half a month ago.

In the end, it has some ability, and it is in line with the saying - "It is gold, and it will always shine one day".

Although he was still under the supervision of the Bone Demon Guard before, he could lose his life at any time, but with his own drill camp and limited management ability, in just half a month, the mad rat has become a small leader in the hard labor camp again, responsible for the management of newcomers.

Because of the "loss before you know how to cherish", the mad rat now works harder, and for the new arrivals, this beast man is more of a devil than a purebred Battu.

A few days ago, Rat led a group of evil rangers and fallen druids to reclaim the economic tree species distributed by the mayor outside the town.

Madness is in a hurry, so the Rat constantly urges the fallen druids to use spells that promote plant growth.

The tree species were polluted by the power of the abyss, and not only did some of them become evil tree people, but also inexplicably gave birth to some abyssal vine monsters, resulting in a situation that the mad rat team could not cope with at that time, and most of the personnel were killed or wounded.

However, because the economic forests were indeed planted according to the requirements, and even more than the required number of talents, the mad rats were not punished, but were rewarded materially.

Today, the task is to let the mad rat lead these gray-maned centaurs to collect enough wood from outside the prosperous town, and drag it all back to the newly built ordnance factory in the town to reserve raw materials for making some war equipment.

In order to continue to show his talents to those bone demon masters, the mad rat had already driven the centaur horse back and forth to pull the wood back and forth a dozen times, which was already twice the amount of wood required by the regulations.

But he felt that it was not enough, and according to his younger brother's observations, the warehouse where the wood was stored was only about a third full. Mad Rat thought he would have to make at least five or six more trips to the gray-maned centaurs today before he could overdo his task.

As for whether the graymaned centaurs will die of exhaustion, what does that have to do with the rat's mission?

Of course, the oppressed gray-maned centaurs did not fail to resist, but the most powerful leader among them had already challenged the mad rat, only to be torn by the throat of the mad and cruel beast in minutes.

The situation is stronger than people, and the weak can only choose to obey.

"These guys, I guess they've reached their limit today. ”

Although the mouth is still scolding, the brain of the mad rat is calmly analyzing, preparing for tomorrow.

"But there is still a lot of timber outside the town, and if the mayor of the town gives a similar task tomorrow, I will have to find a way to find something more powerful to work. Those bullheads have more strength and more lasting physical strength. But, their leader, I can't beat ......."

Suddenly, a sense of horror for no apparent reason came to his heart, interrupting the mad mouse's thoughts.

It was a feeling he was no stranger to—especially when he saw the large shadow that appeared on the ground.

After all, the Rat was originally a legion of servants, and they had served those five-colored dragons before.

A familiar greeting followed.

"Tiny mortals!"

Descending into the woods made Dalama feel a little inexplicably at ease, even though most of the trees were dead.

It wasn't too long ago that the green dragon had taken a good look at the woods, and had also taken a look at the newly rising town.

Because of the fact that the green dragon was in the forest, he was able to gain a very high stealth bonus, and Dalama quietly came to the front of the wood-transporting team, and then suddenly revealed his form.

"You are so bold that you dare to steal this forest without permission!"

Although he wanted to ask the mortals something, he was more self-conscious in using the dragon's usual method of questioning.

"Don't you know that the woods of this land belong to me, the great 'Green Martyr' Dalama. ”

"If you don't tell you, it's regarded as stealing, who ordered you to do such a foolish deed, hurry up and confess!"

The lowered dragon head was already close to the cheek of the mad mouse, and the sour smell of the dragon's breath had already begun to make his respiratory tract feel a hot pain, and he was still scolding his slave leader arrogantly, and immediately changed to a flattering face.

"Mighty dragon masters, we are all poor lumberjacks in a prosperous town, and we never have the guts to offend the great dragon. ”

As he spoke, the mad rat slapped his tail on the wrist of a younger brother holding the knife, telling him to quickly put the knife down.

"We're all acting on the orders of the new mayor, or we'll lend us ten more...... No, a hundred dares, we don't dare to cut down this forest that belongs to you without permission. ”

"Oh, what kind of devil is that mayor?" Dalama asked, turning her head to look in the direction of Boom Town in the distance, feigning nonchalt.

Where is the mad rat qualified to know the identity of Quest, he can only bite the bullet and give his own answer: "My lord, our town ...... No, the mayor of Prosperity Town is a human on the outside, but some people speculate that he is a powerful devil and a mortal born of Tieflin, because he has a team of Batzu guards......"

After receiving the answer that "Mayor Mare's appearance is a human", Dalama didn't listen to the words of the mad rat at all.

What kind of place is this? This is the front line of the bloody battle.

Each of the Batzu Devils who stayed here wanted to arm themselves to the teeth, and none of them would choose to take on the form of a human who had some impact on their strength.

Besides, according to the dragon knowledge lineage, those devils who love to show themselves in human form are some of the most prestigious Batzu bosses, and they will be assigned to manage the camp of a servant legion?

Therefore, Dalama determined that the so-called mayor of Prosperity Town was probably the illegitimate son of a certain devil director of Bato's logistics department and a mortal.

Thinking of this, the green dragon's heart suddenly burned a little.

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