Yazi Looking at Ferrum's expression, he also thought of the terrible ending and realized the danger. His injured chest rose and fell rapidly, and cold sweat broke out all over his body.
Of course, due to various coincidences, things may not necessarily develop towards the worst possibility, but no matter what, it seems that Mountain Goblin cannot escape its tragic fate.
Leader Hatchling Dragon relied solely on his own decision to unite Hatchling Dragon and Savage Bone Clan to break out of the siege and find the best way.
In fact, as early as when Ferrum scolded his companions, his actions had already impressed Yazi. Ferrum was not the kind of Giant Dragon lord who got angry easily. Such calm, calm and resolute traits were extremely rare among dragons.
At least, Yazi has never seen it before.
"We have just arrived at Windsong Plateau, we haven't drawn a map yet, and we haven't even seen the landscape clearly, yet the local clans have reacted so violently."
Ferrum thought thoughtfully, "Is it Cave Dwellers, or Bearfolk?"
"It can't be Cave Dwellers. Even when they were strong, they could only summon a ferocious giant wolf. Later, the war against Bearfolk failed. Cave Dwellers declined and turned into a pile of loose sand. We suppressed it to the south."
Yazi shook his head and said, "But Bearfolk... it doesn't make sense. Armor-Splitting Scorpion will not obey Bearfolk's instructions. Although Wom is powerful, it cannot tame Aberrant Monster in the Mistveil Mountains."
Ferrum deduced it over and over in his mind. Various ideas came up, but he quickly rejected them. Chrome Dragon's vertical pupils flickered as he thought for a long time.
"So, there is a missing link in this matter."
Ferrum said, "Maybe in the Mistveil Mountains, there is another Giant Scorpion Lord, Bearfolk or Cave Dwellers, who reached cooperation with this Giant Scorpion Lord and provided it with our intelligence trends. After that, Giant Scorpion Lord summoned Armor-Splitting Scorpion to launch an attack."
Yazi fell into silence and did not speak.
After a moment of silence, Ferrum looked at his expression and asked, "Is there any problem?"
"Although there are deep conflicts between Mountain Goblin and Bearfolk, I would also like to conclude this way and blame everything on Bearfolk. However, I must admit that such speculation is too natural and somewhat unreasonable."
Yazi whispered, "Bearfolk and Aberrant Monster have always been enemies, and Bearfolk's copycats are often attacked by Aberrant Monster Attack, many times Aberrant Monster in the Mistveil Mountains invaded, Wom led the tribe to wipe out. He has no reason to cooperate with foreign enemies and turn against the master of the family. This is too abnormal."
"That's right."
Ferrum nodded and glanced at Yazi again. "Could it be that you really attracted the giant scorpion?"
Yazi was shocked, holding on to his body and trying to stand up.
"Okay, there is a Giant Scorpion Lord in the Mistveil Mountains, and he is very hostile to us. This should be right."
Ferrum pushed him back. "As for what you said about being enemies, the primitive tribes still don't understand that there are no permanent enemies in this world. Even Exotic Dragon and Chromatic Dragon can join forces. Since Wom dares to call himself the master of Windsong Plateau, I'm afraid there is no Ashmark Lineage in his eyes."
"Anyway, that's it for now."
Ferrum stood up. "You can rest peacefully first. I will take over Savage Bone Clan's affairs for the time being. I will arrange everything next."
He walked outside the cave and looked up at the sky. The sky above Windsong Plateau was shrouded in dark clouds, like floating lead-colored iron blocks.
"This is the outside world."
Ferrum said softly, "It's really gloomy."
Moqi was running fast on the boardwalk, jumping and jumping, and came closer. "Ferrum Where are you going to build a nest, I want to stay next to you."
"In this canyon."
Ferrum said, "Our understanding of the surrounding environment is too low, so let's live together with the Savage Bone Clan. Although it is not as comfortable as on the snow-capped mountains, it is more convenient and safe."
"That's what I think in my heart. After you conquer all the Windsong Plateau clans, we can move to the snow-capped mountains."
Moqi said happily.
Ferrum looked down and looked at the canyon below. Mountain Goblin tribesmen were walking in the mire, cutting open Armor-Splitting Scorpion's body, digging out the scorpion meat, cooking it with low-quality salt water and then air-drying it to make valuable food storage.
Little Stone Spirits people gathered together and moved the piles of scorpion shells around.
In fact, during the breakout, Little Stone Spiritss also rolled off Cobalt-Blue Overlord, fought together with Hatchling Dragon, Mountain Goblin, and even knocked over a Armor-Splitting Scorpion.
However, their size is too small and their strength is weak, so they have always been ignored by others. In addition, the texture of these small things is quite hard. Armor-Splitting Scorpion has no particularly good way to handle them except to sweep Little Stone Spirits over and fly away. Ferrum does not need to consider their safety.
At this moment, Little Stone Spirits was already active in all directions, taking apart those scorpion shells and polishing them into armor and sharp sheets with a creaking sound.
Although these scorpion shells are not as good as metal steel, they are sharper and harder than rocks and animal bones. They are relatively precious materials. Mountain Goblin has no processing method. Violent polishing will damage the rigidity of the scorpion shells and make them break and become brittle. Little Stone Spirits is very proficient in this and can produce damage-free carapace parts.
Everyone was performing their duties, and amidst the busyness of people coming and going, the originally bloody and dirty canyon actually showed a bit of vitality.
"Next, you will serve as the hunting captain of Mountain Goblin."
Ferrum turned around and ordered Moqi: "From today on, you have to take the soldiers out to hunt every day. Tell them that hunting is a job. No matter whether there is surplus food in the tribe or whether there is any harvest when going out to hunt, you have to hunt every day."
When Moqi heard this, his face immediately turned bitter. In Ochre Valley, he loved catching fish, crabs, and hunting blue sheep, but those were just for fun. When he heard that it would become a regular daily job, he immediately thought of his experience of guarding the drying shed, and he felt very reluctant.
"I... I'll try my best." Moqi looked very hesitant.
"Not to mention trying my best, I will find ways to introduce livestock and grain seeds so that Mountain Goblin can graze and produce, but it will take time. If we want to obtain food in the first place, we can only hunt."
Ferrum looked at him straightly. "I'll leave this matter to you."
Moqi was encouraged by his eyes and cheered up. "Okay, then I will go and count the people now."
"Wait a minute."
Moqi had just taken a few steps when he was stopped by Ferrum again.
Ferrum got close to Moqi, touched his horns, and said softly, "This is not Ochre Valley anymore. You have to be careful about everything. Don't imitate me. If you notice danger, you can escape first and talk about it after you come back. Just like you said, do you understand?"
"I understand."
Moqi nodded vigorously. "Don't worry Ferrum, we are brothers, I will help you."