Chaos Le Zilong's Journey Through the Heavens

Salman noticed Ronnie walking back to the cave, and after hearing their previous conversation, he finally asked about the doubts in his mind.

"My Lord, you don't seem to care about those followers."

Hearing this, Ronnie, who had just been lying on the mountain of gold coins, shrugged.

"I really don't care. After all, they are just some people seeking my protection."

As he spoke, Ronnie touched the spider silk blanket beneath him.

"But they are sometimes useful."

The spider silk blanket under Ronnie was woven by mountain spiders. It was very soft and smooth, and very strong, even tougher than ordinary leather armor. If it were sold to the human world, it would be a luxury product worth at least a dozen gold coins.

Hearing Ronnie's words, Salman tilted his head.

"You are really different from the dragons I know. After all, they are your followers. Is it really okay to let that troll named Vasal do whatever he wants?"

Hearing this, Ronnie waved his hand nonchalantly.

"He's just a clown. Hogg can handle him. We can use this opportunity to clean things up and establish rules among the followers."

On the other side, Hogg was having a meeting with Zas, the leader of the mountain spiders, and Pinat, the leader of the sandrat men.

"We have also found some dyes now, which can make some complex colored cloth."

"We have also searched for the distribution locations of many types of ores, but if we want to obtain more rare or even magical metals, we have to go deeper into the mountains."

It was a very strange scene that a five-meter-tall purple spider and a half-meter-tall gray-haired rat man were sitting together and sipping pine needle tea.

Compared to sub-humans like trolls or gnolls, mountain spiders and sandrat men are more like intelligent monsters.

These two races are usually very quiet.

Yes, although mountain spiders are four or five meters in size, they usually just look for a place with more trees, use spider silk to make traps, and hunt prey passing by. Basically, they will not move to another place until the prey is exhausted.

This is even more true for moleskin. Although they are social animals, their size of only about half a meter means that they have no means of attack at all. They can only stay in a cave in a group, relying on their talent for finding ores to obtain replenishment.

Hogg had no trouble conquering the two tribes. He only needed to show some force and they would bow down to him.

Now that they are fully aware that they have a giant dragon backing them, the two tribes have basically started to act like a loser.

Mountain spiders and skaven men only need to weave silk and find ore locations to obtain the materials they need for survival. So why bother? Isn't it nice to just lie down?

Looking at the two bad guys in front of him, Hogg rubbed his brows with a headache. Among all the family members, he was the only one who seriously considered the future of the family.

But Ronnie, the boss, didn't care, the two guys below just played badly, and there was also a troll who was a traitor, which made Hogg very worried.

Fortunately, Zas and Pinat did not dare to be careless about the required tasks, otherwise Hogg would have to clean up the mess himself.

"I see."

Just as Hogg was about to end the meeting, there was a knock on the door.

Hogg frowned subconsciously, but still let the person in.

When he saw that the person coming was Hart, the future leader of the troll tribe, his brows furrowed even deeper.

After all, it was well known that trolls and gnolls were at odds.

"Hart, what do you want?"

Hearing this, Hart's expression was very struggling, but he finally told his purpose.

"Lord Hogg, my father Vassar intends to challenge you."

Hearing this, Zas and Pinat looked at each other, then retreated to the back together, watching the conversation between Hogg and Hart with burning eyes.

Even they knew there was definitely something to eat.

When Hogg heard that Vasar wanted to challenge him, he shrugged indifferently. He couldn't beat him when Vasar was healthy before, let alone now that one of his arms was broken.

Seeing that Hogg didn't care, Hart became a little anxious.

"Lord Hogg, His Majesty said that you cannot use weapons, and he does not restrict my father from using any means. I am worried that you will be caught in an accident."

Hogg looked at Hart with a strange look for a long time. After all, how could he inform his father's enemies? Isn't this simply an act of rebellion?

Finally, Hogg couldn't help but be curious and asked, "As Vassar's son, isn't it a bad idea for you to come and tell me that your father might use some despicable means?"

Hearing this, Hart smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Father has been blinded by hatred, and the clan can no longer stand his harassment. Even if father really defeats you, it is very likely to cause a civil war among the clan members. If it really is a fight to the death..."

Hart looked at Zas and Pinart who were watching the show on the other side, and smiled bitterly and shook his head again.

"We have no chance of winning."

After looking at Hart for a long time, Hogg stood up and patted him on the shoulder.

"Thank you for your reminder. I will pay attention to it. I have high hopes for you. I believe His Majesty will be very satisfied if I let you lead the troll tribe."

Somewhere in the forest on the other side, Vasar sat down to rest after practicing spear for a while.

Just as he was thinking about what method to use to weaken Hogg's fighting power so as to increase his chances of winning, a gloomy laugh sounded, as hoarse as the friction between dead wood chips.

"You seem distressed."

"who!?"

Vasal stood up suddenly and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

This was a man covered in a black robe. He was standing not far from Vassar and seemed to have been staring at Vassar for a long time, but Vassar didn't notice it at all.

Seeing that Vasar was clenching the spear in his hand, as if he was going to attack in the next second, the man in black robe smiled and waved his hand.

"Don't get excited, I'm here to help you."

"Why should I believe you!?"

Vasal was not stupid. As soon as he saw the suspicious look of the man with his head covered, he knew that he was definitely not a good person.

However, the man in black robe ignored Vasal who was on guard and continued talking to himself.

"There should be a giant dragon behind you, and you are his followers. I can give you strength so that you can gain more favor from the giant dragon."

As he spoke, the man in black robe took out a black bead and handed it to Vasar.

"Eat it and you will be ten times stronger than you are now."

Vasar did not take the suspicious black bead immediately, but stared at the black-robed man's palm.

The skin of this hand was like dry bark without any moisture, tightly wrapped around the bones.

"Are you a necromancer?"

"Hehe, I'm not a necromancer, but that doesn't matter. I feel your desire. Take this bead and you will get everything you want."

Vassar was silent for a long time, but finally his desire overcame his reason and he took the bead.

When he looked up again, the figure of the man in black robe had disappeared.