Suddenly, children screamed at the entrance to the camp.
The Tieflings hurriedly turned to look.
"Heave-ho, heave-ho, heave-ho..."
Several burly, immensely strong Ogres shouted in rhythm as they carried thick logs into the camp as if no one else existed. The Tiefling guards at the entrance did not dare stop them.
"Form ranks!"
A force of more than thirty Half-Dragon Hobgoblins appeared at the entrance of the "Dilapidated Home," marching forward in neat formation as they prepared to garrison the camp.
More than a hundred Dragonblood Kobolds followed behind. Natural excavators and builders, they would become the main force behind the construction of this town.
"Roar—"
The Atavistic Wyvern shrieked wantonly through the sky. Any Yetis that dared attack would be burned to ashes by its flames.
"Gods, Ogres are actually going to become our allies."
"Those Kobolds won't steal our things, will they..."
"Is that a wyvern?"
"We're going to have to work alongside these monsters from now on."
The Tiefling refugees had mixed reactions toward these bizarre reinforcements rushing over. Some were delighted, some fearful, some uneasy, and some astonished.
But one thing was certain—
—they could not stop these monsters from entering.
Faced with such a massive display, even Mezhuolash, who was always composed, could not help but be stunned. He said, "My lord, this was definitely not a spur-of-the-moment decision."
"This... was part of your plan as well, wasn't it?"
Keosius looked down at the followers arriving one after another and exhaled a blast of sulfur-scented heat. "I told you long ago that you had no bargaining power."
Mezhuolash gave a bitter smile and shook his head.
"My lord, you truly do not resemble a pure Red Dragon. If not for your overwhelming power, I would suspect... that you were a Green Dragon who enjoys manipulating