Chapter 37 Family Gathering The Lizardmen speak Dragon Language, which they believe was taught to them by great dragons of ancient tribes that inhabit a dragon's territory often offer tribute to the dragon to win its favor, but evil dragons can also use lizardfolk for their own evil purposes, turning them into raiders and plunderers. This was perhaps a correct judgment made by the old shaman based on the ancient tradition. "I hope so." "I just want to lead the tribe to survive." Looking at the valley that was about to be filled, Ak silently led the tribe to a more remote corner. In the previous cave, more than twenty tribesmen were devoured by monsters in the darkness, and they could not accept greater losses. "It will be as you wish." The old shaman looked at the clan members coming and going and spoke calmly. Unlike the inherently evil race, these lizardmen are more like cold-blooded reptiles. They have no traditional moral concepts, believing that good and evil are completely foreign concepts. They are truly absolutely neutral creatures, but they will still kill when it is expedient and survive at all costs.
The battle for position continues. "Ow—" The twelve flying dragons roared and landed, occupying the most spacious rock in the valley in an unstoppable manner. The goblins and gnolls all avoided and dispersed, fearing that they would be crushed by some blind flying dragon, which would be a disaster for them. But then, an even louder roar came from the sky. Chimera, the undisputed hero of this battle, despite being covered in wounds, still rushed to the gathering in a menacing manner and drove away several flying dragons. He let his huge body occupy a wide space alone, and no one dared to approach. "A brainless beast." Trump was standing at the front. Seeing the Chimera showing off beside him, he deliberately pushed up his disproportionate silver-rimmed glasses with a condescending attitude. However, as a genuine elder in the valley, the chief steward of the Burning Embers Nest, and one of the few spellcasters, he is indeed qualified. "Yes, yes." "Everyone knows that you are the master's true confidant." The kobold Gold Fang took advantage of the opportunity to squeeze next to Trump, flattering him with a smile on his face. His body looked even shorter and more hunched against the backdrop of the three-meter-tall ogre. Ever since he offended the great hobgoblin leader Doro last time, he has made up his mind to cling to the thick legs of the ogre mage. Only in this way can the kobold secure his position in the lair and barely contend with those goblins. Trump snorted coldly without commenting, but he was actually very happy in his heart. "Boss, I'm so hungry." "Is the master going to give us some meat?" "Having called so many goblins here, the master must have agreed that we can eat goblin meat." The ogres discussed loudly without any scruples, which made the nearby goblins feel uneasy. They couldn't help but stay away from them. Some even wanted to report the situation to Doro.
When Trump saw this, his face suddenly turned black and he hit the ogre "Big Head" on the head who brought up this topic. "Eat, eat, and eat!" Big Head touched his head, his face full of grievance, and wanted to make an excuse. Trump called a group of ogres over with a serious face. He first drew a goblin pattern on the ground with a branch, then wrote a common language word next to it, pointed at it, and said in the gentlest tone possible: "Come, read after me, companions." "food!" The ogres shouted in unison. Trump's smile froze, his face was covered with a layer of gloom, and the veins on his hand holding the wooden stick bulged. Even though they had been companions for a long time, the goblins watching from the side were even more frightened and wanted to sneak away immediately, fearing that they would be caught and eaten by some fool. The leader of the earth goblins, Doro, was standing not far away. He was looking at Rumple who was disciplining the ogre, and a trace of resentment flashed in his little yellow eyes - it was this ogre who had made trouble last time and made him look foolish in front of his master. "Look at these ogres." "I really don't know what else is on their minds besides food." "How can we manage the Burning Nest with something like this?" The hobgoblin folded his hands and spoke casually to the bear goblin beside him. His voice was not loud, but it was very clear so that everyone nearby could hear it. Although these ogres didn't quite understand what he was saying, they could tell from his tone that he was mocking them, so they surrounded him with clubs in hand and confronted him. "Ho, ho!" "Goblin, do you want to be turned into a snack?" Several strong bear goblins immediately stood in front of the hobgoblin. Although they were not as tall as the ogres, they were just as strong and more well-trained. Even the ordinary goblins came forward timidly and reluctantly provided assistance. "What do you mean?" "Get out of here, big ugly guy!" The ogre mage looked coldly at the hobgoblin who was blocked behind the bugbear, and then said: "Commander Duo Luo, the master has warned you last time. I hope you can learn from your mistakes and not stir up trouble again." These words seemed like persuasion, but to Doro they were actually sarcasm. The hobgoblin suddenly became furious, and his red skin turned even redder. "Trump, what do you mean?" The ogre mage looked down at him and said, "This is a gathering notified by the master himself. If you dare to stir up trouble here, I don't need to tell you what will happen to you." "Well, let's wait and see." "Come with me." The earth goblin snorted coldly, then turned around and left with his subordinates to another location.
Dolo's expression was extremely ugly at this moment. He had not intended to come into conflict with the ogre on such an important occasion. He just wanted to gain some verbal advantage and wear down Trump's prestige. He never expected that he would end up losing more than he gained, and ended up being at a disadvantage. Gold Fang and a few dog-headed men gathered around Trump, looking even more fawning, and continued to flatter him without asking for money: "These crude goblins really don't know what's good for them. Your wisdom is beyond their reach." The kobolds were delighted to see the goblins, with whom they had previously clashed, suffer defeat. "Roar--" A long, powerful roar came from the sky. All of a sudden, all the monsters in the valley, whether they were quarreling, cursing, roaring or fighting, involuntarily stopped what they were doing and looked up at the sky. The valley suddenly became silent and the noise disappeared. I saw a red dragon descending from the sky, spreading its wings, and landing on the highest point of the cliff. Its shadow cast down, covering many of its followers. ——The host of this gathering has finally arrived. (End of this chapter)