Heart of Molten Fire.

Jose held a roll of sack paper in his hand, which recorded the information about the Dwarf of the Steelbeard and the history of the Steelbeard Castle.

"In the 2632nd year of the solar calendar, civil strife occurred in the large gray dwarf city, Dizhu City, which eventually led to division. The loser fled to the dark area of ​​bf0672 with his followers and created the Steel Fort..."

The locations of Dizhu City and Gangshou Castle are also appended to the animal skin scroll, and the locations of more than a dozen dark areas around Gangshou Castle are also clearly marked, each dark area has a corresponding number.

"It's worthy of being a large organization that has existed for thousands of years. It's not simple," Jose couldn't help but sigh.

He asked the Bailong Cult for information about the Gangxu Castle, but the Bailong Cult sent the history of the construction of the Gangxu Castle directly and gave detailed information on the city lords of the Gangxu Castle.

This is not the most critical, the most critical is the intelligence capabilities displayed by the Bailong Sect.

“No. bf0672, bf0673…, bf0680…”

These numbers indicate that the Dragon Bergian Cult has systematic exploration of the dark areas and has drawn maps.

Of course, these are intentionally revealed by the Dragon Bible Sect. As for the purpose, of course, they are deterrence and temptation.

As the saying goes, the benefits of the Dragon Worship Cult are of little use to him. If the Dragon Worship Cult wants to keep the swaying heart of the Red Dragon, it must show corresponding value.

"But why did they come to recruit me at this time?" Jose was a little puzzled.

The problem involves the legendary powerful man of the Dragon Blessing Sect, who does not have the ability to explore.

But as of now, this seems not a bad thing.

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Jose continued to check the information. The Dragon Bergian Cult was quite sincere. Not only did he attach the dark area where the Steel Fort was located and the surrounding dark areas, but he also gave the ruling forces in the surrounding dark areas.

Around the Grey Dwarfs, there is a Drow Elves called Dark Via City. This group of dark-skinned elves control a large dark area, plus a medium and two small dark areas.

The steel-bearded gray dwarf controls three dark areas, one middle, one small, and the remaining dark areas are occupied by the crypt natives, such as the stone-headed monster and the Kou Tao fishman.

He estimated that the dark area resources occupied by these indigenous people were not very good, and the gray dwarfs and drow elves looked down upon.

While Jose was lying on Kingsoft to check the information leisurely, a desperate escape was taking place on the tundra at the junction of the Great Prairie and the Great Glacier.

The chief of the Snake Centaurus - Brada, stepped out of his four hooves and ran away desperately. The cold wind slapped his face like a stepmother's hand, shaving his face so hard that he could no longer feel the temperature.

Behind him, a group of strange orc wolves chased after him. The orcs led by him were strong in shape and had brilliant eyes, and were also a master-level warrior.

"Babys! The head of the stupid donkey in front is worth ten thousand gold coins! Don't let him run away!"

You stupid pig! I am a centaur! Not a donkey!

The Centaur of the Snake wanted to turn around and roar out the words in his heart, but after a long run, his chest was fluctuating violently and he was out of breath, and he really didn't have the strength to yell.

After finally getting rid of the orcs, Brada found a dire wolf's cave and hid it in. While eating raw flesh and blood of the original owner of the cave, he shouted and cursed in his heart.

"That damn dragon is really willing to give up! Ten thousand gold coins!"

Apart from the three Modofenglins, he really couldn't imagine who would offer a reward of 10,000 gold coins to get his head.

But, how did that dragon do it?!

Brada was very confused. In the past few days, he met three waves of people, all of whom were master-level leaders, with clear goals - his head.

Red Dragon has found so many master-level powerful men to chase him together?!

Brada frowned and felt depressed.

Today, he was particularly unlucky. He encountered two waves of chasers in succession and almost fell. In the end, he dragged down the enemy with his advantage of running fast on four legs and having strong endurance, but his body also reached its limit.

If you do it again, you will be completely finished.

If my hand was still there...

Brada bit his lips tightly, looking at his left hand, which was cut off by a sharp blade at the wrist.

Fearing that he was infected with the wound, he used flames to burn the broken mouth. Now the broken mouth has grown into a terrifying black-brown meat ball.

"Damn the stone hammer!"

"Damn Grame!"

"Traitor! Coward!"

"How can you surrender?!"

Recalling the night when the Stone Hammer Orc Chief killed his wife and cut off one of his hands, Brada was excited, bloodshot in his eyes spread rapidly, hatred in his heart was overturned, and he had already reached the brink of dementia.

He punched the earth wall next to him with a fierce punch, and his chest fluctuated violently. Under the stimulation of the pain, his eyes gradually returned to clear, but his hatred did not diminish, but instead he became more and more hated because he could not vent his catharsis for a long time.

"Oh~!"

In the end, all the hatred, anger, unwillingness, regret and grief turned into a sigh.

If only I had surrendered at the beginning, maybe my wife would not have died, my hands could be kept, and the Snake Centaur tribe could continue to exist...

The next morning, half asleep and half awake, Brada suddenly woke up when he heard the movements from the outside world. He quickly ran out of the crypt, familiar with the chosen direction of the road, and ran wildly.

It took two seconds to observe the enemy to choose the escape direction. This set of movement is so smooth and so proficient.

"Collection! Discover the target!"

"Chasing!"

Behind the galloping centaur chief, a large group of werewolfs rushing to the wolf, and falcons hovered in the sky.

The flat terrain of the tundra allows the centaur chief to discover enemies in time and maximize the advantage of running four hooves, but it also brings a problem, that is, there is nowhere to hide.

This is destined to be a battle for endurance.

……………………………………

Modo Peak Forest, Conference Square.

Jose is holding a regular semi-annual rally. The purpose of the rally is to provide an opportunity for middle and senior officials of his subordinates, especially non-family middle and senior officials, to become a Red Dragon family member and join the core circle of Modo Peak Forest.

"In the past six months, with the joint efforts of the ministers..."

First, he was inspired by routinely, and then under the witness of more than 2,000 middle and senior officials of the monsters, eight lucky people swore allegiance, becoming the relatives selected by the Red Dragon, and were given dragon blood or dragon scales.

Most of the people's eyes were focused on the newly-recruited family members who endured the pain of their body transformation, while the Red Dragon was observing the audience's expressions openly.

All the monsters present showed envy, and a considerable number of them clenched their fists and showed unwillingness.

Of course, no one dared to be dissatisfied with the decision of Red Dragon. They were just unwilling to accept that they were not themselves who suffered the pain of physical transformation in the field.

Such an atmosphere is exactly what Jose aims to do.

A trend of working hard to become a true dragon family among the monsters has formed a trend among the people of the monsters, and then let the monsters work hard, actively create value, and add bricks to the growth of power.

Judging from the reactions of the monsters in the field and the development of power in recent years, Jose's strategy is quite successful.

Soon after, the bodies of the eight newly promoted relatives were transformed and transformed into dragon veins. They all knelt on one knee, waiting for the master's orders.

"All get up," Jose's voice was cold and majestic, and a complex flashed in the eyes of everyone who stood up.

The family contract is essentially a slave contract, but now almost everyone is scrambling to sell themselves and sign this extremely unequal slave contract.

The eight new relatives stood up, bowed and retreated behind the Red Dragon, standing behind the elder-level relatives with excitement on their faces.

Jose glanced around and the scene was silent.

“…”

After laying the foundation for the transformation of family members, Jose was inspired by another speech, pushing the atmosphere on the scene to the climax.

Finally, the rally ended with the cheers of the monsters.

Everyone left the square in an orderly manner, while Honglong and his family stayed.

After the large-scale rally, it was a small gathering in the core circle of the Red Dragon. The protagonist of the small gathering was not the Red Dragon but the family.

As the first family member of Jose and the most respected family member, Ergou was the first to stand up and follow the efficient style of the caster's behavior, and he went straight to the topic.

"According to the latest census, there are currently 300,5284 people on the surface of the Modo Forest, while the Triangle Plain has a population of 311,120 people. The Triangle Plain surpasses the Modo Forest for the first time."

"Of course, this is mainly due to the owner's population migration strategy, and the digestion and absorption of the prairie natives by the triangular plains..."

"In terms of population structure, the population size of the main combat troops such as ogres and werewolf continues to expand, while Goblins and Koblins aim to limit the population and improve quality... The problem is..."

After introducing the basic situation of the Red Dragon Territory to everyone, Ergou retreated and the wealthy wild boar family member, Hulk Shiya, stepped forward.

Under Jose's order, Hulk Shiya had to exercise to lose weight. Although she was still very fat, she was fortunately not going in the direction of Bessasha.

"Everyone, I will introduce you to the latest financial situation. Do you have any suggestions to me? In recent years, under the guidance of the master, both tax revenue and commercial trade revenue have been steadily increasing."

Hulk continued: "If you don't mention tax revenue, we talk about the situation of commercial trade income. Given the growth of the territory's population, the export volume of grain has dropped sharply. Trade is mainly based on various ores and finished iron tools, but the trade of various ores and finished weapons also faces many problems."

"First of all, the amount of commodities is large and the prices are getting lower and lower. Secondly, the types of commodities we can provide are very limited, and most of them are raw materials. In this regard, I suggest further processing and selling of medicinal materials and other commodities, and at the same time expanding the types of commodities, such as reselling grassland indigenous livestock, animal skins, etc.."

As he said that, Hulk looked at the Red Dragon. Unlike Ergou's simple introduction to the situation and problems, his business suggestions require the approval of the Red Dragon.

Jose lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and raised his head: "The deep processing of ordinary commodities is left to you. You don't have to worry about the industries related to magic. As for the issue of reselling grassland indigenous goods, it will not be considered for the time being. It is the battlefield of the Chamber of Commerce. If the Chamber of Commerce is squeezed away, there may be some benefits in the short term, but it will be harmful in the long term."

"Also, we have reached an agreement with the elves in the dark forest to communicate with each other. The first batch of elves will be shipped soon and will be handed over to you at that time."

"It will never disappoint the master's expectations," Hulk bowed.

"By the way, master, I calculated that according to the current population growth trend, our food production will be the same as the consumption in a maximum of ten years, and population growth will be limited by then."

Jose nodded, he also knew about this issue and had related plans.
To be continued...