"Uncle Del! We want to be together too. This is when we get glory, we can't back down!" The older young orc, Maire, yelled with his neck red.

Most of the orcs in the Black Stone Tribe have similar skin color to humans. In addition to being huge and stronger than humans, the two fangs at the corners of their mouths are slightly different. If they don’t have two teeth at the corners of their mouths, the orcs are actually like enlarged versions of the Southern Barbarian.

At this time, the young orc blushed, obviously very dissatisfied. Luo Ke, who was standing beside Mail, also nodded, patted his chest muscles, which had not yet become strong, and echoed: "That's it! There are no cowards in our Black Stone Tribe!"

"Two little boys!" Del cursed with a smile. Of course he knew that there were no cowards in the Black Stone Tribe. After all, after the country was destroyed, there were absolutely no cowards who could follow the clans on foot from the deep of the dangerous monster jungle!

But this time he went to the depths of the fog swamp, he might not be completely sure to be able to come out alive, and his and Radev's behavior speed and physical strength were far better than these little boys.

This time it is likely to be an operation to go to the enemy's nest. Taking two oil bottles with it is definitely no different from seeking death.

Finally, two brave young orc warriors from the Black Stone Tribe, after a short and beaten up in front of the powerful orc godfather, returned honestly with two heads and his warnings towards the nearest sentry tower.

Since blocking the Mist Swamp, Renault has been in a relatively anxious state.

Logically speaking, such anxiety should not appear on him. Renault is barely confident about his current strength, but this fog swamp is like a huge piece of psoriasis, which cannot be removed very much.

More importantly, Renault simply knew nothing about what changes had happened inside.

However, these anxiety finally eased on the eighth day of blocking the fog. The two young orcs who returned from the edge of the fog swamp brought back the heads of the new abyss race, which also brought about a very exciting news for Renault, that is, the news that was suspected of the fire-attribute magic crystal mine.

Renault has been coveting the rewards for this active volcano for a long time. Most volcanoes will be accompanied by fire-attribute magic crystals. Now it is time to harvest!

The two orc warriors who returned on the ninth day were Del and Radivin, who were excitedly kneeling in front of the great real dragon.

They also brought a news that was enough to make Reynolds breathe, that is, the exact volcanic veins.

It was an area near the center of the southern edge of the Mist Swamp. After the precise exploration of the two orc warriors, Del and Radivin, it was learned that it was an active volcanic area with extremely rich resources, with a very large fire-attribute magic crystal ore. There were countless fire-attribute magic potions.

This is undoubtedly a holy place for fire-attribute practitioners!

However, there are many unknown abyss monsters entrenched there. Because they dare not get too close, Del and Radiv only visually predicted from a distance and obtained a relatively vague value, with a number of about one thousand.

Renault asked again, such as whether there were any abnormalities along the way, what were the monsters looking like, and what abilities were there. Del and Radivin had made detailed records, and it has to be said that this is simply rare for orcs.

In the end, Renault naturally would not be stingy and directly rewarded two meritorious officials and two contract vassals.

Renault is already quite generous among the real dragons for the quota of contract. In fact, most orcs are firmly in control of the quota of contract.

This is also due to multiple reasons. For example, on the one hand, it is because of the arrogance of the dragon clan. The arrogance of the dragon tribe makes them look down on other lower creatures. Signing a contract for these lowly creatures is simply a defilement of the real dragon.

In addition, it is necessary to sign such a contract. Each dragon scale is very precious to the real dragon. If it is a small number of dragon scales, it is nothing, but a large number of dragon scales can easily limit the future growth of the real dragon, and at worst, it is easy to hurt the fundamentals, and it is difficult to recover.

Renault did not have the first concern, after all, it was not a local dragon.

In fact, if the dragon scales can be used without any hidden dangers, then he doesn't mind quickly forming a whole Dragon Family Legion!

That is a terrifying elite legion. After all, as long as the contractor is not poor, he will undergo a second transformation after the contract, and then he will have the talent to advance to the platinum level.

After all, William has now advanced to silver. He was originally just a nobleman with mediocre qualifications, but now he is not far from platinum.

Moreover, contractors like them, once they advance, are mostly outstanding people in the same realm. Because they are infected by the attributes of the real dragon of the contract object, the fighting spirit or magic attributes in the body of the contractor will undergo a qualitative leap.

The discovery of the active volcano made Renault determined to promote a new war, but this war did not intend to affect the entire fog swamp.

Mainly because of his current number of vassals, he was thrown into the vast foggy swamp, like a lonely boat, only a little turbulence.

However, just when he was hesitating that he flew over alone and took his younger brother to wash the floor, or was calling him with him, as his chief magic consultant and younger brother Carl brought a friend of his former.

The Lord's Mansion, which was rebuilt from the original Bluestone Town Lord Castle, has now become the power center of the entire Dragon King City, and is also Renault's soundboard, and the notification room responsible for paying respects to Renault.

After William stepped into the reception room of the Lord's Mansion, he saw the magician Carl sitting on a chair in the reception room chatting with an old man wearing a dirty gray cloth robe, a soft hat and a messy hair.

I heard that this old man who looked like he dug out of the slum is said to be a friend of the magician Carl.

Although the old man was chatting with Carl at this time, he seemed to be careful to keep a distance from everything around him, but his eyes were spinning around, like a profiteering businessman visiting the Lord's Mansion. Carl didn't seem to be very surprised, but there was a helpless look between his eyebrows.

"Hey, hey," the little old man next to him suddenly spoke, "Is what you said true? This Lord Dragon wants to form his own magician advisory group?"
Chapter completed!