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Chapter 86 The Return of King Baker

An Hao finished his breakfast and took another nap. When he woke up, Gragon came to report his work.

An Hao cheered up instantly.

Today's heavy losses told him that it was urgent to complete the task of the rich woman fighting with a knife.

Gragon smiled with his trademark cheeky smile, "Lord An Hao, according to your instructions, half of the manpower is collecting stone materials and building stone monuments, and the other half of the manpower has been sent out to recruit nearby small tribes."

An Hao asked: "Is there any pressure to recruit? Do you need me to send a dragon to follow?"

He was somewhat disdainful of the orc tribe's fighting prowess.

"Lord An Hao, the weapons made from the Dragon Teeth of the Earthly Dragon that you rewarded are very powerful. With them, the combat effectiveness of the warriors of the tribe has been directly upgraded to a higher level. It is effortless to take down those small tribes that can't even get the weapons together.

The power of blowing away ashes. There is no need for you, Lord Blue-Eyed White Dragon, to take action."

Gragon said that it was true that we were defeated, but the enemy was defeated more than us.

An Hao nodded. Although Gragong was a bit cheap, he still felt at ease in doing things.

An Hao thought of what happened this morning again.

It’s time to speed up the process of popularizing the language of the orc tribe. It’s really hard to understand the language.

"Gragon, you send someone to the Dragon Valley to recall Philita, and ask her to bring back two, no, three kobolds."

"Yes, Lord An Hao. Is there anything else you want to give me?"

An Hao thought for a moment, "Send someone to the Short-tailed Tribe again, and ask Baker to lead the kobolds to the Blackstone Tribe first. That's all, go ahead and do it."

He planned to concentrate on solving the matter at hand first.

"Yes, I am resigning."

...

In addition to the endless wilderness, the black soil grassland also has a type of terrain called burrows, which are the main residence of burrowing creatures such as kobolds.

...

Short-tailed tribe, cave entrance.

The kobold Boka, who was on duty, noticed three figures in the distance, walking towards the entrance of the cave.

Boka quickly woke up his companions, "Loka, what do you think that is?"

Roka glanced at it and lost interest, "What else could it be? Those boring adventurers, they don't dare to enter the cave, don't worry."

"But..."

"It's nothing to worry about, Boka. I think you are a little over-stressed by the recent wave of beasts in the Black Blood Forest. Haha, don't worry, even those poisonous monsters are not willing to run into the cave.

.”

As a joke, Roka continued to sleep.

Boca was convinced.

The terrain in the cave is complex and there is no light all year round. People or monsters who enter it will get lost if they are not careful. However, they, the kobolds, can move freely in the cave with their excellent hearing and night vision.

This is also the basis for their survival on the black soil grassland.

"It seems I've thought too much."

Boka suddenly felt a little sleepy. He leaned against the wall and took a nap.

until...

He felt someone tap his shoulder.

Boka thought it was Roka, so he slapped the hand away, "Loka, don't make trouble..."

Before he finished speaking, Boka was lifted up.

Boka opened his eyes in fright.

one look.

Actually a kobold?

Wait, why is he so much taller than me?

Boka didn't have time to think too much when the other party's cold voice reached his ears.

"Boka, long time no see."

"You, you know me?"

Boka was a little surprised. He didn't remember that he knew such a kobold. Not only was he tall, but the scales on his body were white and his eyes were cyan.

The other party laughed wildly twice and suddenly stared at him with blue vertical pupils.

"Have you forgotten how you kicked me out of the tribe?"

Boka suddenly thought of something.

"You, you are Baker! Weren't you driven into the Black Blood Forest? How could you still be alive in a place like that?!"

Baker laughed wildly again, "You didn't expect that, not only did I not die, but I also gained unparalleled strength!" He raised his arm and showed off his strong muscles to Boca.

Boka was so frightened that he became incoherent.

"Baker, it's none of my business. Kaz asked me to do it. It's none of my business! He used his identity as the chief's son to force me, and there was nothing I could do! Baker! I was really forced!

"

Baker put Boca down and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you."

Boka was so happy, "Thank you, thank you."

Baker shook his hand, "You don't need to thank me. What you have to thank is the great Lord An Hao! And all the Lords Blue Eyes White Dragon! And all the Lords Golden Lucky Pig!"

Although Boka didn't understand why there were so many people to thank, he still thanked them one by one.

Baker: "Let's go, take me to find Kaz first. You know where he is, right."

Boca: "I..."

Baker: "You have to think carefully before answering, otherwise you will end up looking like a jerk."

Only then did Boka notice Roka lying on the ground.

One of his hands had been broken off, but because a stone was stuffed in his mouth, he couldn't even scream.

Boka was frightened and said hurriedly: "I will take you there right now." Then he walked in front and led the way.

"Don't pretend to be dead! Otherwise I'll break one of your hands again!"

Roka was forcibly pulled up, and the person who pulled him was the kobold who came with Baker.

Boka quickly picked up the pace.

The five people turned left and right, and soon arrived at the place where Kaz lived.

Kaz is leading a group of kobolds to eat and drink freely and indulge in wanton ways.

Thanks to the outbreak of the beast tide in the Black Blood Forest, many monsters and ethnic groups on the ground died unexpectedly, and he led his people to take advantage.

Kaz was holding an exquisite crutch in his hand, which he had picked up on the ground not long ago. The owner of the crutch had died in an animal attack.

Kaz leaned on crutches and asked a group of boys: "Look! Do I look like a human noble master?"

"Similar! So similar!"

"Boss, even if you pretend to be a real human noble, no one will be able to tell!"

"Isn't it? This word of gentlemanly demeanor is simply tailor-made for you!"

Kaz was grinning from ear to ear.

Just when he was about to continue pretending, a discordant voice came.

"Kaz, you are still as funny as ever."

Kaz was immediately furious.

"Who! Get out! Let Mr. Kaz teach you a lesson!"

He looked for the source of the sound and found five kobolds, three of which were obviously a head taller.

"Who are Roka, Boka, and the other three people?"

Kaz was a little confused.

At this time, among the five opponents, Roka suddenly rolled and crawled towards Kaz.

When Roka arrived at Kaz, he immediately cried, "Boss! It's Baker. That guy Baker is back! He even broke one of my hands. You have to avenge me!"

"Beck?"

Kaz's pupils shrank, but he soon relaxed again.

"Hahaha, Baker, you are here for revenge. Maybe I was afraid of you in the past, but now, having obtained the inheritance of the relics, I am already a strong man at the peak of black iron! If I beat you as a high-level black iron, I will

Your hand is enough. What a pity, this inheritance should have been yours. Hahaha! I just want to ask you, are you angry?"

Kaz continued to mock: "Beck, you came out of the Black Blood Forest alive. Instead of cherishing your life, you came to die. I don't even know what to say."

Seeing Kaz's ignorant look, Baker suddenly felt very funny.

He couldn't help but shook his head. In the eyes of you adults, any relic inheritance is nothing more than rubbish.


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