Blue Dragon Emperor: Lord of Thunder

Chapter 25 The Horn Tribe
"The great master Wang!"

The moonlight was gloomy, and Ron was still hurrying to construct a few more four-ring spells, when Blue Ear suddenly got out from the tunnel connecting the dragon's nest.

The magic book floating in front of Ron snapped shut: "What's the matter?"

Blue Ear said: "Wang, a soldier on patrol, found a large group of tauren sleeping in the wild! Some tauren have a strong smell of blood! It looks like Wang just had a fight with something!"

Tauren?Ron thought it was a hill giant.

"What? Tauren?" Ron instantly thought of the bartender Old Hado's joking warning.

"Do you need me to introduce some tourist attractions? Go northwest out of the town, and the tauren tribe in a valley over there welcomes foreign tourists very much. They even hang tourists' heads on the wall~"

In the northwest direction of Blackstone Town, it is really possible to collide with the group of hill giants who came from further north. These two have a bad temper, and it is normal to fight.

By the looks of it, the tauren haven't fought yet.

"Did you startle them?"

"No woof! Great master woof!" Blue Ears lay on the ground respectfully and said, "Wow when we found woof, all the kobolds didn't get close to woof!"

"You've done a good job." Ron praised with satisfaction. What he liked was the good brains of the blue ears.

"Order Golden Foot to bring all the dragonblood kobolds, dragonsongers, and kobold warriors, and call Kaynor."

Ron thought about it carefully, and then said: "By the way, let someone tell Curelia and Vidirpan that they are the two real dragons who live on the top of the mountain next to them."

"Wang obeys! Master!"

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The tauren with blood-red hair and braids was leaning against a big rock at the outermost edge of the group, suffering from sleeplessness. Its wrong judgment almost ruined the entire group.

As the chief, it can block all the intruders alone without hesitation and buy time for the people to escape, but it doesn't have the courage to face those restless and frightened eyes under the dim moonlight.

Leaving the valley where the tribe had settled for generations, too many females and cubs could not sleep peacefully. The anxious sighs and the muffled groans of the wounded tormented its mind, making it more awake and more sad.

"Moo! Who is it! Come out!" The tauren chief roared, waking up all the tauren immersed in sleep or grief.

There was a rustling sound in the dark woods, and all the male tauren who could still move stood up abruptly. They clenched the weapons in their hands and glared at the kobolds emerging from the darkness.

Tauren have always looked down on species that are too small, especially kobolds, which are generally less than one meter tall, and they prefer to talk to those creatures that are as tall and strong as them.

But these kobolds in front of us seem to be different. They are bigger in size, with thicker scales on their bodies, and the horns on their heads grow like real dragon horns, instead of two small bumps like ordinary kobolds. rise.

This group of kobolds exudes a dangerous atmosphere, which makes the tauren feel quite threatened.

The tauren chief took a deep breath. His tribe could no longer bear another risky battle, so he said, "Kobolds, explain why you are here."

The tauren chief stared at the small eyes of the leader of the kobolds, Golden Feet, and the two froze in place.

A bit embarrassing, language barrier...

Some annoyed tauren chiefs raised the stone ax beside them. This kind of weapon for the tribe was too light for it to take advantage of, but if the kobold opposite had malicious intentions, this stone ax would definitely chop On the craniums of those little ones.

Suddenly, a strong wind came, and a huge shadow came from far to near with the sound of wings beating the strong wind, and then hit the ground heavily, making the ground tremble.

The weirdly shaped shadow spread its wings, and its huge wingspan brought great pressure to all the tauren. The shadow's slender neck was slightly lowered, and the ferocious and dark crown-shaped dragon horns reflected the cold light under the faint moonlight.

True dragon!

The tauren chief, who stabilized his figure amidst the shock, was breathing heavily. He lowered his head slightly, expressing his respect for the real dragon, but his stone ax was also held more firmly, and his muscles were completely tense.

The tauren chief said in a low voice, neither humble nor overbearing: "Noble true dragon, it is an honor for the Wildhorn tribe to visit you. May I ask why you came?"

It was an incomprehensible language again. Luckily, Ron had expected it. Before departure, he caught Miyoshi's employee and translator Ren.

After listening to Ren's translation, Ron said: "This is my territory, tauren. It should be me asking why you broke into my territory, not you asking me why I came."

The tauren chief was taken aback, when did a real dragon come here?It remembered that there should only be some goblins and kobolds in this area, otherwise it would not choose to lead the tribe to migrate in this direction.

Since this area has been occupied by real dragons, they can only take a detour.

The tauren chieftain tried to appear humble so as not to offend the real dragon, but honestly he wasn't very good at it.

"Noble real dragon, we didn't know that this place has become your territory, so we entered it rashly. We will leave now, hoping for your understanding."

Ron shook his head and said, "It's not urgent, I'm more interested in your experience now, tell me what happened to you."

The tone of Ron's order was directly translated into Giant's language by Rennes, without any modification, and even because of the language expression of Giant's language, the tone of this order was more forceful and domineering.

The tauren chief took a deep breath to suppress his inner anger, and calmly said: "A few months ago, five savage hill giants attacked my tribe, killed my tribe, and kidnapped our tribe. Cubs, we ended up killing two of them and letting the other three get away."

"Today, the helpers called by the three-headed hill giant attacked us again. Those stinky monsters were not the opponents of the Horn tribe! But they have an evil shaman!"

Speaking of this, the tauren chief who was evoked with sad memories creaked the wooden handle of the stone axe, and almost broke the wooden handle abruptly.

Ron roughly understood what happened. These bulls really collided with the group of hill giants. The tauren who had long been enemies fought with the hill giants, and then lost the fight, and the whole family fled.

But what the Tauren didn't know was that the three hill giants who fled at the beginning died in the hands of Ron, and these later hill giants didn't know what happened before.

If the tauren didn't take the initiative to attack, maybe that smart enough shaman would order the hill giants to live in another place instead of fighting with the tauren. After all, there are only more than 80 hill giants who die. Both are huge losses.

Ron didn't tell the tauren chief about this, he was too lazy to explain, besides, a tauren tribe full of hatred for the hill giants was in the best interest of Ron.

　I'm not sure if it was recommended today, but I'm begging for votes and reading! !I hope you will comment and criticize a lot, this chapter will be fun if you talk too much!grateful!
　　


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