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Fast forward to two days ago, the day after Otto led the ogres away from the Land of the Soaring Dragon.

The moonlight shone brightly, and the surrounding area of the Land of the Soaring Dragon was silent, occasionally interrupted by the pleasant chirping of insects.

Responsible for guarding at night were several adult Lizardman Warriors who dutifully stood at their posts.

They occasionally chatted about domestic matters or gossiped maliciously about the Green Dragon and the Red Dragon.

In an unattended corner under the moonlight, a Quilboar skillfully climbed over the surrounding wall, landing lightly on the outside with hardly any noise.

He cautiously looked around to make sure he hadn’t attracted any attention and then quietly left the area.

However, what he didn’t notice was that under the moonlight, a pair of faintly glowing beastly eyes watched him from behind a pile of grass.

This was a strong gray Warg, and next to it, a muscular goblin gazed thoughtfully at the wall the Quilboar had just climbed over.

“It seems that my chance has come!”

The stout green-skinned goblin, Gaz_Lurvy, led his Warg towards the center of the Land of the Soaring Dragon.

At his request, Lizardman Scar quickly brought him to a bleary-eyed Saru. The old Lizardman rubbed his eyes sleepily, looking puzzled at this extraordinary goblin, wondering why he had insisted on seeing him so late.

His impression of this goblin named Gaz was quite deep.

First of all, it was rare for a lowly goblin to have a name, let alone one that seemed relatively advanced, which was even rarer.

Most of the names of Lizardmen in the Dragon Eye Clan were crude, easy-to-remember forms like Scar and Longleg.

His name, Saru, was given to him by the previous leader.

In addition to having a relatively advanced name, the method of training Wargs was also provided by Gaz.

More importantly, Gaz had a strength far beyond that of ordinary goblins.

Gaz was much stronger than ordinary goblins, not only physically strong but also taller than most.

Saru still remembered the first time he met Gaz.

At that time, Saru led a group of ogres and Lizardman Warriors to overpower weak monster clans around them, and the goblin clan Gaz belonged to was one of them.

Gaz was their leader.

Contrary to ordinary goblin settlements, it was not dirty and chaotic; instead, it gave Saru a clean and neat impression.

With a group of weak goblins, Gaz managed to control a decent territory and maintain order while hunting for food in a still affluent hunting ground.

His clean and methodical management of his subordinates and territory unwittingly made Saru feel as if the leader was not a goblin but a human general.

At that time, when Gaz met Saru, he surrendered without hesitation because he saw no hope of victory.

Saru initially looked down on the goblin race as they were timid, filthy, and weak.

Thus, he intended to have the ogres kill the goblins directly.

But soon, Gaz made him give up that thought, as a strong, adult ogre couldn’t even withstand a single blow from him.

Saru recognized him as a valuable asset, and after Gaz offered to help with training the Wargs, Saru took him and his clan back with them.

That was why Saru was willing to meet with Gaz late at night.He felt that this extraordinary goblin coming to see him so urgently must have an important reason.

The old Lizardman finally seemed to perk up a bit and gestured for Scar to leave, then looked at Gaz and asked, “Speak, what brings you to me so late at night…”

Gaz grinned, revealing a mouthful of big yellow teeth, and laughed, “If we go by the human kingdoms’ terms, you should now be considered a right-hand man akin to a king’s minister, right?”

Shasharu shook his head and said, “If you’re just here to flatter me, I suggest you save your breath. I have many things to deal with tomorrow and don’t have time to chat with you.”

Gaz didn’t mind and instead continued to ask, “Do you know where I came from before I arrived in Nolan Forest?”

“Aren’t you a native goblin of this place?”

“Yes, I come from Black Gold City. If you travel through the northern part of

Nolan Forest, you will see an endless desert, and that’s the Dragon Bone

Wasteland. Black Gold City is located within an oasis there.”

Shasharu was initially surprised, but then it made sense to him. He always thought Gaz’s thinking and knowledge were very different from the other goblins in Nolan Forest.

Although Shasharu had never been to Black Gold City, any place that could be called a city was not simple.

It must be much stronger than their primitive clan, which was not much different from the beasts they hunted.

With this in mind, it all made sense now.

Also, in the impression of most Lizardmen, the north was quite a dangerous place.

A moment later, Shasharu’s expression calmed, “It’s a pity that instead of the past, our Majesty values more what you can do for him now…”

Clearly, Shasharu had misunderstood Gaz’s intentions, and the robust goblin laughed, “Don’t worry; it’s precisely because of this that I left Black Gold City and brought my men to Nolan Forest to find these poor and worthless relatives of mine. My heart and passion will never be content with peace!”

“What do you mean?”

Gaz asked in return, “Do you know what the situation is like in the north of Nolan Forest?”

Nolan Forest was vast, so much so that Shasharu had never seen the scenery outside the jungle in his life.

In some senses, his experiences were even weaker than Gaz, the foreign goblin.

But he roughly knew the situation surrounding Nolan Forest. Firstly, the Land of the Soaring Dragon now lay to the west of the forest.

Not far from there and out of the forest was Kor Town, already destroyed by monsters, which belonged to Lait Kingdom’s territory. Beyond that were other human countries.

Where the Sulfur Mountains met Nolan Forest was the southernmost part of the forest.

It was said by the elders that beyond the Sulfur Mountains lay an endless range of skies, the realm of Dwarves and Barbarians.

There was no need to mention the central part of Nolan Forest, which was the territory of the Green Dragon Cassiopeia.

There was nothing special in the east where the weaker clans lived, not much different from the Lizardmen of the past.

And leaving Nolan Forest to the east was the Gale Sea Area, an area worthless to most surface creatures.

Most of these perceptions came from the heritages from the Lizardmen ancestors and a small amount of exploration in recent years.

But the northernmost part of Nolan Forest was the most mysterious place.

If it weren’t for Gaz’s mention of it, Shasharu wouldn’t even know that leaving Nolan Forest to the north would face an endless desert called the Dragon Bone Wasteland.

About it, the ancestors of the Lizardmen only left very concise information.

Never to go to the north as unimaginable dangers existed there.

Shasharu had always believed in this, but if the information was true, how had Gaz managed to travel through the north of Nolan Forest and arrive near the Land of the Soaring Dragon?