Defeat the entire world with the power of one dragon!

Chapter 20: Gallos's Fear (Seeking monthly tickets and follow-up reading)
The class structure in the Gnawing Rock Tribe is strict, and every goblin knows his position, who is below him and who is above him.

And above all the goblins, there are two.

Brokentooth Goruk, the goblin chief who can control the giant-armed miners, and Puss Groz, the shaman of the Rock Gnawing Tribe, is also an alchemist who masters alchemical spells that are brilliant and magical in the eyes of other goblins.

At this moment.

Brokentooth Goruk was in the open air of the tribe, brutally piercing the body of a goblin who challenged his authority, hanging him up on a wooden rack, lighting a bonfire and roasting him directly, and letting other goblins share the food.

This goblin leader is already very old.

Close to 30 years old.

Goblins have a lifespan of about fifty years, but thirty is considered old.

Survival in the wilderness is difficult, and the resources available to the Rock Gnawing Tribe are limited. Very few goblins can live to be over 30 years old, and they often die in their teens.

Generally speaking.

Goblins of Goruuk's age have been replaced by challenges from younger goblins.

But through its brutal killings and experience gained from its age, it still firmly controls everything in the Kenyan Tribe and sits on the highest throne of power.

It is the only one that can control the giant arm miner.

The Kenyan tribe had spent a huge amount of money, and many of their tribesmen had starved to death, before they could scrape together enough money to buy this from a passing caravan.

Giant-armed miner, a humanoid alchemical golem.

The shoulder height is eight meters, and the riveted steel plates have exposed seams. The style is rough and primitive. The giant arms are thick and long, and the shovel-shaped hands can be directly lowered to the ground, as if they can break the marble with a light tap.

As the name suggests, it is an alchemical golem used for mining, but its size and tonnage can also be used for killing and fighting.

Sit in the cockpit on the chest of the Giant Arm Miner.

Brokentooth Goruk felt that he had grown taller, looking down at the other tiny goblins. A wonderful feeling of being high above and able to decide the life and death of other goblins at will arose spontaneously.

Especially not long ago, it scared away the young dragon in an instant.

This made Brokentooth Goruk's vanity swell to the extreme. He felt that dragons were nothing special. If he had a better alchemical golem, a young dragon, or even an adult dragon, he would dare to hunt them.

"It's a pity that the young dragon escaped."

"If I can catch it, I can buy a better alchemical golem."

"I wonder if the Wolf Riders have tracked it down now."

Brokentooth Goruk thought to himself.

Suddenly, it seemed to see a dark shadow passing through the sky and disappearing in a flash.

"what?"

Goruk was startled, but soon calmed down. The black shadow was just an illusion and had disappeared. The sky was as calm as ever.

at the same time.

In the alchemy workshop, an extremely ugly goblin was flipping through something.

Its gray-green skin is covered with cracks, and yellow-green mucus seeps from the cracks, emitting a pungent smell like a mixture of rotten meat and sulfur. Dozens of fist-sized tumors bulge on its back, the surface is transparent like pustules, and pus of different colors accumulates inside.

Boiling Groz, shaman of the Rockgnawing Tribe.

It was concentrating on flipping through a thin booklet in its hand.

There were a few words written on the cover of the booklet.

【Basic Alchemy Manual】

This alchemy manual was picked up by Groz. Unfortunately, due to his limited literacy and lack of guidance, he could only understand the illustrations. He had been groping around on his own for years, and had a lot of sores on his body. However, he also managed to master some basic alchemical runes.

Every time Groz reads the alchemy manual, he always has different feelings.

Unlike other ignorant tribesmen who are content with the present and a muddle-headed life, it likes knowledge, likes research, and likes to communicate with other intelligent creatures.

It thinks it might be a genius.

If I hadn't been born in a small place like the Kenyan Tribe, I would definitely have had a very bright future.

Through some rare communications, it learned that there was a civilization called the Lothern Federation outside the wilderness, and that there was a kingdom of goblins inside it. It was said that the goblins there were wise and civilized, unlike the goblins of the Gnawing Rock Tribe who were vulgar and ignorant, which made it disgusted. That was also the place it longed for.

After flipping through the alchemy manual for a while.

Groz slowly put it down and carefully stored it in a black wooden box to prevent it from being damaged.

Only then did it notice the communication stone on its waist was glowing slightly. It picked it up and placed it to its ear.

Groz's face changed immediately, and because his expression changed so drastically, many of the abscesses on his face were squeezed and burst.

"A dragon! A powerful black and red dragonet!"

"It's killing us!"

It had just heard the screams, the howlings for mercy, and the whistling of dragon wings through the air.

Besides the sound, the message also contained a vague direction.

"A black and red dragonet?"

Groz paced the room and realized the seriousness of the problem - the wolf cavalry might have been wiped out.

"Tell Goruk the news and launch a surprise attack under cover of night?"

Grosz thought so first.

But it was quickly rejected.

A young dragon that could completely wipe out the wolf riders and prevent any of them from escaping was extremely rare. Even a goblin from the Rock Gnawing Tribe, a giant-armed miner, would probably not be able to kill it by sneak attack.

"Don't tell Goruk this news. He's so inflated and stupid now that he can't recognize his place anymore."

"How about selling the news to the caravan?"

Groz thought about it.

It has contact information with the caravan that originally traded and purchased the Big Arm Miner.

Perhaps we can sell the news about the young dragon to the caravan and make some profit.

But, it was a dragon.

The dragon means wealth and the hope of leaving the wilderness.

Groz thought hard and finally decided to send some goblins who were good at reconnaissance to check out the situation. As long as there was a chance, they would hunt the dragonlets at all costs. If that didn't work, they would notify the caravan and sell their information.

But just as Groz was thinking this.

Suddenly there was a loud cry of surprise from outside the house.

Followed by.

Bang! With a deafening roar, the ground shook violently, as if a meteorite had fallen from outer space. Many cracks and fissures appeared under Groz's feet.

It lost its balance, staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground.

"what happened?"

Groz was frightened. He stood up and ran out of the alchemy workshop.

The moment he pushed the door open, his vision was filled with smoke and flames. A black and red afterimage flashed in the smoke, and Groz's pupils finally caught sight of the source of the disaster.

It was an unknown dragon covered in black steel-like dragon scales with dark red lava-like veins flowing on them.

It was now slowly standing up. Under its thick limbs was a deep circular pit that had been smashed into pieces. Inside the pit were some corpses that had been crushed into meat paste.

A pair of huge wings covered with feather-like scales and with blade-like edges spread out.

With a light swing, he cut several goblins around him who had no time to dodge in half. The leather armor they were wearing was as fragile as paper.

It was Garros.

He came after all.

Originally, Garros thought that a goblin tribe that couldn't even capture Samantha should not pose a threat to him and he didn't need to care about it. But he changed his mind and felt that he seemed a little arrogant and shouldn't look down on the other party like that.

Arrogance is the biggest factor that kills dragons, no doubt about it.

Garros thought that goblins were intelligent creatures after all, not monsters or ferocious beasts. The presence of an alchemical golem in the tribe meant that it had probably come into contact with the outside world and perhaps had channels to communicate with other intelligent creatures.

Think about it this way.

Garros, who cherished his life very much, was a little scared. He didn't want to give up Hemlock Hills, but he didn't want to encounter unexpected attacks.

This fear.

Gallos wanted to completely eliminate the factors that scared him in advance to make himself feel at ease.

(End of this chapter)