The army continued to advance, and on the way, the dragon brothers and sisters returned one after another, and the team walked until Fang Wan arrived at the forest where the ogre tribe was located.

Amos saw the logo of the ogre tribe on the edge of the forest, a bunch of heads that formed a pyramid. This is a common way for barbaric humanoid creatures to mark territory, using the heads of the enemy to warn visitors, and ahead is the territory of the ogre clan.

Generally speaking, the strength of the clan can be roughly inferred from the number and type of heads, but the pile of heads in front of us has severe weathering, and it seems that it has existed for a long time.

Amos dragon wings slapped and blew the head away, and the white dragon was originally here to make trouble.

The rain continued to fall, pouring on the white dragon and sliding down the scales. Amos looked at the forest in front of him with a serious expression.

This ogre tribe has been passed down for quite a while, and it is very likely that it existed here ten thousand years ago. After so long, people know how many traps they have laid in the forest.

"Team 1, Team 2 Night Walkers! Explore the way!"

"Yes! Master."

The two teams of 20 fishman night walkers walked towards the forest. The fishman night walkers were thieves among fishman, most of them were black scale fishman.

They are hunters in the night, familiar with all kinds of poisons and traps, and have excellent combat skills. They are the first choice for pioneers of pathfinding. The mortality rate of this profession is the highest, and the number of subordinates under Bailong is also the largest. At least half of the 500 relatives of Bailong are night walkers.

The night walkers went to explore the way forward, and Amos flew into the sky to determine the direction of the ogre tribe, and ordered the fish to cut down trees to create passages for siege equipment to pass.

Amos looked at the progress of the fish people cutting trees and calculated it about it. It would take two days to open the channel.

Felicia suggested: "Why not wait for the rain to stop and burn it out again?"

Amos shook his head.

“There are many amazing guys on the main island.”

Amos doesn't want to attract the attention of the legends on the main island. If a boring guy is attracted by the fire on the burning island, then he will have a big time. Before entering the legend, it is better to keep a low profile.

Time passed slowly as we waited.

A fishman night walker rushed out of the forest and ran to the White Dragon Lord to kneel on one knee.

"Master, we were ambushed by a werewolves and ask for support."

"A wereggar?"

Amos remembered the gnolls that he occasionally saw in the ogre tribe. Unlike the scattered "wild dog people" in the outer villages, they were real gnolls. It seems that the ogres were not completely brainless and selected strong gnolls as subordinates.

"Old blind, you will lead two teams of night walkers and two teams of tide hunters to support, continue to move forward and clear the obstacles to logging."

"yes!"

After Amos gave the order, he lowered his head and asked the night walker who was asking for help, "How is the trap being investigated?"

"We found three traps, and they have lost their power after years of disrepair."

Amos frowned. This was something he hadn't expected, but he soon felt relieved, and he was trapped in a misunderstanding of thinking.

According to Amos' character, he would never give up until his lair is built into a wall of iron for ten thousand years. However, these ogres are on an isolated island of the sea and have no opponents for a long time, and have long lost the vigilance that evil races should have.

However, Amos would not despise the ogre because of this. It would be strange if he could pass on his legacy for so long, without some trump cards at the bottom of the box.

At present, we can only deal with each other accordingly.

"Old Jimmy, send more people to speed up the progress of the channel."

"yes."

"Elena, manipulate animals to monitor the ogres' every move at all times."

"Okay, brother."

As a level 3 druid, it is easy to control some small animals like birds, and the ogre would never have thought that there would be a druid close to nature in the dragon team.

Boom boom boom boom.

The night was coming, and Amos looked up at the gloomy sky. Lightning and thunder never stopped. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, crackling on the leaves, and the low-lyings in the forest accumulated into a stream of water.

Tomorrow is destined to be a bleeding day.

...

"What? Fishman? Invader?"

"Yes, Chief, the Gnoll Guard said that."

In the stone castle in the center of the Ogre tribe, the two-headed Ogre Chief sat on the throne of the beast skin, listening to the report of the ogre subordinates.

The ogre chief's two heads with eyes in his head said angrily: "Where do these fishmen have the courage to offend the noble Crane of Broken Skulls?!"

The two heads with one-eyed horns in their heads roared loudly: "Gul is going to crush them!"

"Shut up! Gul! You yelled so hard that my ears hurt!"

The one-eyed head touched his one-horn embarrassedly and smiled embarrassedly: "Okay, Garu."

Garu said in a rough voice: "Ah! Hack, bring the gnoble who reported the news in!"

"Yes, Chief."

The ogre Hakk walked out with his staff and soon came back with a gnoll.

As soon as the zombie entered the house, she knelt on the ground and quickly climbed to the feet of the ogre chief, her tail shaking like a dog, and kissed the steps under the feet of the ogre chief.

"The Gnoll Moss Crouching Squids to you! The noble Chief of the Skull! The Unrivaled Master!"

"Hahaha!" Gul was so cooled by the werewolves' flattery that he burst into laughter.

Garu said with a scary smile: "Very good, humble gnoll, tell me the information you brought."

"Our gigolo team was stationed in the camp in the forest. A group of fishmen who came out from somewhere attacked us. The rest of the team were dead, and I was the only one who escaped by chance."

Before the gnoll could finish speaking, the ogre chief kicked the gnoll away.

"Bare! Even the fishman can't beat him! Are you guys eating shit?!"

The werewolf curled up in a ball on the ground and said with difficulty: "Chief, those fishmen are different. They will sneak, and they all hold iron daggers."

"What?"

The ogre chief and ogre wizard in the hall exclaimed.

The ogre tribe has a legacy, they enslaved the dog-killer to dig ore and cast weapons, and they know what it means to hold iron tools for all members.

They were targeted by an equally powerful force.

Gurgaru's face was solemn.

"To be careful."

The zombie took a short while and said with lingering fear: "The fishmen are well-trained, cooperate very well with each other, are cruel and ruthless, and move them to the vital points. If I hadn't run fast, I would have explained where I was. After I escaped, I reported to the captain, and then I will come and report to you to the master."

After saying that, the gnoble looked at Gurgaru with a flattering smile.

"Very well, you did a good job, I will exempt you from your slavery, and you will be my servant from now on, Hack, take it down."

"Praise you! Great Master!"

The gnoll quickly knelt on the ground and kissed the cold stone slab enthusiastically.

Huck walked out with the joyful zombie's hind legs.

The two-headed ogre chief stayed alone in the open hall. He crossed his hands and pinched his chin with his two heads, leaned back on the throne of the animal skin and pondered, and after a long time he murmured to himself.
Chapter completed!