Black Dragon Kingdom

However, even if it is just a start, it still has some effect.

At least with the help of the Great Wall system, it doesn't take too much effort to assemble an army of about 100,000.

On the winding mountain road, the white-haired third-rank kobold nobleman looked at the countless 120,000 kobold legions behind him who were carrying a food package and were advancing rapidly.

Facing a kobold priest next to him, he asked, "Do we have enough food?"

"Can it last until we reach the human territory?"

The 120,000 army is a relatively large number. The larger the number, the heavier the logistical pressure will naturally be.

In this war, in his opinion, as long as there is no problem on his side, it is basically a victory.

After all, he pulled out ten third-tier kobolds from his own kobold tribe, plus the original five third-tier kobolds, for a total of fifteen third-tier kobold nobles.

With an army of 120,000 and fifteen nobles of the third-rank kobolds, no one can tell who is his opponent.

So now he's worried about food supplies instead.

The kobold priest with black hair and holding a magic wand took out a small book from his arms and calculated it carefully.

He opened the mouth and said: "The human stronghold we attacked is already close to the middle of the eastern side of the Calbes Mountain Range, and it is only four months away from us. With the help of the Great Wall system, we have lost a month of walking!"

"It only takes three months to march to attack that human stronghold again."

"The food we brought this time is quite sufficient, and there are 500,000 kobolds in the rear to transport food continuously for us."

"As long as there is no heavy rain for the first half of the month, there should be no problems with our grain transportation."

The kobold priest was full of confidence and patted his chest to ensure that there would be no problems.

This time the war they kobolds will win.

Hearing the affirmative words of the kobold priest, the white-haired kobold noble was relieved.

With a wave of his hand, the 120,000 kobold elite fighters accelerated forward.

However, a month and a half later.

A thunderous thunder resounded through a part of the Calbes Mountain Range. Dark clouds covered the top, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and the mighty heavy rain fell from the sky like a galloping knight army.

Make the whole forest extremely noisy.

In the heavy rain, the white-haired third-rank kobold nobleman standing on the top of a small hill looked at the 120,000 troops below him in confusion.

The other fourteen third-rank kobold nobles and the kobold priest also looked at the white-haired kobold leading them forward with twitching corners of their mouths.

Their boss was so unlucky, the first time he led an army to the battlefield independently, he was taught a lesson by humans with chili powder, and he saw what is called human cunning and wisdom.

The second time he came back, relying on his father-in-law's relationship, he brought twice as many troops as before to go out again.

And in order to guarantee victory, he also invited another ten third-tier kobold nobles, doubling their strength again. With such a powerful force, it would be difficult for the opponent to lose even if they wanted to.

However, fate did not favor him. Just halfway through the journey, a mighty heavy rain came.

Looking at it like this, it is not going to stop for no more than seven or eight days.

"Boss, why don't we retreat!"

"Fate may not favor us very much, let's wait a few months and come back."

Kobolds worship the weak Tao.

In this world of gods and the supernatural, destiny is real.

Judging from their situation, they are quite unaffected by fate.

According to common sense, they should be shy turtles at this time, and make their own external defenses the best, so as not to be wiped out suddenly by others.

The white-haired dog head gritted its teeth in anger, and the mighty raindrops falling on his body did not extinguish his anger.

"Go on, this time even if all the 120,000 troops are killed on the battlefield, I will bring back those human ashes."

The white-haired kobold said with endless anger.

He had no way out, and if he was defeated once, his father-in-law could still cover him up and give him another chance.

But after losing two battles, no matter how protective his father-in-law was, it was impossible for him to continue to lead an army.

Once he is defeated again this time, he will at most follow others as his deputy commander in the future.

This is intolerable to him.

Leading an army alone in a war can gain ten times more military merit than being a deputy commander.

For his own future, and for the sake of the dozen or so little white-haired dog heads in his family, he absolutely cannot admit defeat.

Even if all the 120,000 troops were killed on the battlefield this time, he would never give up.

The fourteen third-rank kobold nobles and the kobold priest looked at each other, sighed one after another, and did not dare to stop them.

The other party's father-in-law is a legendary kobold, and he is also the ruler of a giant kobold tribe on their side.

There are more than a hundred third-tier powerhouses under his command, and countless extraordinary people below the third rank. There are ten extraordinary legions alone. After several years of reproduction, the number of ordinary kobolds has exceeded 20 million.

And around him, there are two other legendary kobolds who are related to him. Their power is even stronger, and each ruling kobold has no less than 30 million.

In fact, after two or three years of peace.

Originally, after the end of the war, there were only 150 million kobolds. With the help of super fertility, the number has already doubled to more than 300 million.

And there are only eight legends of the Kobold family, and if they are divided into one point, each of them can rule more than 30 million Kobolds.

It's just because the legendary kobold Jeff Clark is a new legend who has only broken through the legend for less than three years, so he is so little.

However, even the more than 20 million kobolds under the legendary kobold Jeff Clark are 10 to 20 million less than other legendary kobolds.

But for Tier 3 powerhouses like them, it is still an existence that can only be looked up to.

Now that the other party's son-in-law is going to risk his life, of course the old man's subordinates can't run away either.

The army of 120,000 kobolds braved the heavy rain and continued to advance.

When I am hungry, I eat the fruit that has been wet on my back, and when I am sleepy, I lie down and sleep in the rain.

However, within a month, 10,000 of the 120,000 kobolds fell on the road due to various reasons.

The 500,000 ordinary kobold transport soldiers in the rear were even worse. In order to transport enough food to the front line, 50,000 kobolds had already died on the road.

It can be said that 60,000 kobolds have died on the road under the influence of the white-haired kobolds before they have fought with the humans on the opposite side.

The other fourteen third-rank kobold nobles who were looking directly were extremely disappointed.