According to the records of the Dragon's inheritance, the harp is not a powerful race and has a low level of civilization. When hunting, the group is dispatched. The main attack method is to dive from the sky and use the eagle's claw to scratch the enemy's brain skin.

Such attack methods are really not on the surface. With the ordinary five-colored dragon personality, they have now headed straight to the harp-boss' lair.

And Jose would not do this. He might underestimate some incompetent individuals, but would never underestimate a certain ethnic group.

In this weird and magical world, even irrational beasts have their own unique survival wisdom, not to mention that the harp is a group of intelligent creatures. This tribe occasionally gives birth to warlocks who operate thunder and storms, but the probability is very small, which is even smaller than the probability of a dragon vein warlock that gives birth to a kobold.

In addition, he has another level of concern.

During the reign of the Red Nest's Maternal Mother, there were no wild monsters in the Jogor Mountains. Wild monsters were either killed or surrendered to the Red Nest. The harlot's nest was located on the edge of the Jogor Mountains. They may be later migrants or survivors of the Red Nest escaped.

If it is the latter, you have to be careful.

Due to the racial advantage of flying, the harps have always served as a scout in the Red Nest. The treatment of scouts is much better than that of cannon fodder races such as kowtowers and werewolves. They often receive formal combat training. If they have the talent of professionals, they can also receive professional training.

If his memory is not wrong, the leader of the harpies under the Red Nest Mission is a master-level magician.

In order to avoid hitting the iron plate, Jose decided to first investigate the information, at least to understand the number of opponents and the strength of the leader, and then decide whether to conquer, persuade, or escape.

He came to a valley with lush vegetation and lurked in the dense forest and waited patiently. This valley was a distance from the harp's nest, but it was still within their range of activities.

Time passed little by little, and it was dawn.

Until noon approached, his patience gained, and two harps appeared in the sky above his head.

A standard hunting combination.

According to the hunting habits of harps, they often search for prey in groups. If they find large preys that they cannot cope with, they will go back and call on their companions, and the other will continue to follow them. If the two can handle it, they will go on the spot.

For Jose, the two harps were just a delivery.

Not only two, if there are no strong people in the harp, just their chicken claws, Jose's scales cannot be broken even if one hundred of them are on them.

“Oh oh oh ~!”

Jose imitates the call of apes, and the apes are on the list of harps recipes.

Sure enough, the two harps stopped flying and fell into the canyon, but stopped halfway.

Have you been discovered?

No, probably not.

Through the layers of tree canopies, he observed two harps hanging on the air with flapping their wings. They were turning their little heads to observe the forest below, as if they were looking for the location of "prey".

Jose hesitated whether to seduce again.

The distance between these two harps and themselves is not far or near. If they make a sound, there is a possibility of being discovered. Although their flight speed is much faster, if they escape in a scattered manner, they can fly out of the valley. If they are seen by their companions from afar, they will be alarmed.

But if the harp doesn't seduce, the harp has no motivation to search and may give up the "prey" and leave, and most of the hard work will be in vain.

In the end, Jose decided to be more cautious, and at worst he could wait for the next opportunity.

The two harps could not resist the temptation of food and scattered and searched carefully near the forest.

A halter flew over the mountains and forests and suddenly saw a bright red color in the forest. Before he could react, a powerful pressure came.

Dragon Power!

Dragon Power is the dragon's special ability, just like Dragon Breath. This invisible force field formed by natural level suppression can bring strong pressure to the lower race, making the lower race panic like a mouse when seeing a cat and lose the courage to fight.

The harp was affected by the dragon's power and flapped its wings randomly like drowning. Its body involuntarily fell towards the forest, and was held in his hand by Jose during the fall.

Another harp-bodied banshee saw a red dragon rushing out of the forest. She was so scared that the dead souls turned around and ran away, but they were caught up by the faster-flying red dragon and turned into a lump of coke in the dragon flame.

Jose grabbed the trembling captives and fell into the canyon, throwing the trembling harp to the ground.

From the perspective of human aesthetics, if the harp's skin is whiter and tender, then it will be a beautiful orc girl. Unfortunately, they have disgusting spots and fluff on their bodies, and they open their mouths and reveal a fang, which also destroys the beauty of the elf's melon-shaped face.

"Emmmm..., ugly thing, tell me your name!"

"Forget it, I'm not interested in knowing your name, just go directly to the topic. Do you come from the Red Nest? How many people are there in the tribe? What is the name of the leader? What kind of strength is it? What profession is it? Well? Why don't you answer me? Do you want to try my methods?"

The harp was stunned by a long list of questions, his mind was blank, and he even forgot to tremble.

Jose's face became increasingly unkind, and he was planning to try the "Three Steps to the Red Dragon Interrogation" he learned from the Dragon's Inheritance on the prisoner.

Step 1: Have a beat.

Step 2: Beat half to death.

Step 3: Knock the burp, the next one.

It seemed that he had no next one, Jose bounced the harp's forehead in disappointment.

"Ah!" screamed.

The dragon was so powerful that a big bag swelled up from the forehead of the harp, awakening her from the shock.

"Dirty bug, answer my question, are you from the Red Nest?"

The harp-shaped banana was sprayed on his face with a scent of sulfur, but he didn't dare to dodge, closed his eyes and shivered: "Dear True Dragon, I am the Third Legion under the Miss Mother..."

"I'm not interested in your number," Jose directly interrupted the captain's self-introduction: "No one you belong to can save you now. Your only way to live is to answer my questions. If I'm in a good mood, I can still let you live."

"Next question, how many members do you have?"

“Sixty-four.”

"Very good, let's continue, your leader..."

Through interrogation, Jose learned that the composition of these harps was somewhat complicated. Some of them came from the Red Nest, and some were wandering harps who later joined.

And their leader, the intermediate mage, Luna Bloodfeather, is a dragon descendant who has lost his master.

When Jose learned that the leader of the harp was a dragon descendant, he frowned slightly. A mid-level mage was a very good family member. It was a pity that the family member contract could only be signed once.

wrong!

"Did your leader sign a family contract?"

"This..., I don't know."

Jose did not make things difficult for the Banshee prisoner, and it was normal for his subordinates to not know the leader’s private information.

He decided to take a look in person. If it were just a dragon descendant infected with the aura of a giant dragon, then everything would be fine.
Chapter completed!