Tale of the Red Dragon Without Dragon's Might-Chapter 49 - Pie Drawing
49: Chapter 49 Pie Drawing
49 -49 Pie Drawing
Although the Hobgoblins Warlord immediately expressed submission upon seeing the Red Dragon, it was actually due to the overwhelming military power, sharp teeth and claws, and Flame Breath of the Red Dragon.
If possible, he would have actually preferred to surrender to the weaker Green Dragon.
The foolish goblins, with lifespans of only a few or a dozen years, knew nothing and thought all Dragons were similar.
But he knew, the Red Dragon was unpredictable; serving the Red Dragon required extreme caution.
Especially since they aren’t as disorderly as the Orcs, they possess strategic thinking, but these strategies are likely completely unworkable under the Red Dragon, as it will probably just have everyone charge forward straightforwardly.
Leon did not know what the Hobgoblins Warlord was thinking, but even if he did, he could only smile helplessly.
What was troubling him now was, he had thought about how to attack the Hobgoblin camp, such as executing a decapitation strategy to kill the Hobgoblins Warlord and slowly incorporate the remaining people, but he had truly not considered the possibility of the Hobgoblins Warlord surrendering without firing a single shot.
The treatment of surrender before battle and surrender after defeat would definitely be different.
Leon pondered for a moment, compared to when he was newly born and often found his brain inadequate, his thoughts were much sharper now.
Of course, lacking experience is still lack of experience, and lessons learned come only after a setback.
“Since you wisely chose me, I am pleased,” Leon sighed, looking around, “This camp of yours is pretty good, now it will be taken over by my troops.”
“You want the Orcs to take over our camp?” The Hobgoblins Warlord couldn’t imagine what would happen if a group of Orcs took over their camp, and then he suddenly realized he had been somewhat impulsive, “No, master, what I mean is…”
The Hobgoblins Warlord took a couple of deep breaths to calm down, and said, “We are also your subordinates, there’s no need for others to take over our camp, and…”
“I don’t want to hear the reasons.” The Red Dragon roared, as if trying to lift the roof to open the window, pretending to lift the roof, “Alright, you don’t have to hand over the camp, but under one condition—”
What condition would the Hobgoblins Warlord be more willing to accept?
Leon was a bit puzzled.
After thinking it through, he made a high demand according to the standard of losing half in surrender: “Hand over half of the resources in your camp to me.”
It didn’t matter if the Hobgoblins Warlord disagreed.
Bargaining was the game, asking sky-high only to settle for a reasonable amount.
“No problem,” the Hobgoblins Warlord agreed all too readily.
It was just some resources after all; take them if wanted, they could always capture more slaves for harvesting.
Those goblins were useless on the battlefield; isn’t this exactly what they were used for?
Besides, it left them half.
The Hobgoblins Warlord agreed too readily, which made Leon slightly doubt whether he had asked for too little.
He was tempted to change his request, but after some thought, decided that it wasn’t appropriate to break his word, so half it was, more or less.
“Since you have agreed to hand over half of the resources, we will let this matter rest today.
However, from now on, you will have to make monthly tributes,” Leon said.
He wasn’t too greedy for money, but he didn’t dislike it either; money isn’t everything, but without money, nothing can be done.
How much should the tribute be?
Leon wanted to demand a tithe, probably more than what human territories offered, but he had no specific figure in mind and waved his hand, saying, “We will discuss the exact amount later.”
“Lastly, you still have to fight for me,” Leon continued.
In fact, this was what he cared about the most at the moment, wanting to unify the forest, and more strength meant a greater chance of success.
The Hobgoblins Warlord hadn’t responded yet, when suddenly, footsteps approached.
An Orc ran up, glanced at Leon, hesitated to speak.
“Starting today, Lord Red Dragon is our master.
Whatever it is, just say it,” the Hobgoblins Warlord remembered he hadn’t answered the Red Dragon, “Of course, whoever the master commands us to fight, we will eliminate all of master’s enemies.”
Leon nodded in satisfaction.
“You may continue speaking,” the Hobgoblins Warlord reminded the hobgoblin who had just run over.
“Those Orcs have appeared at the entrance of our camp,” the hobgoblin said.
It wasn’t until the hobgoblin spoke that Leon almost forgot about those Orcs, and he said, “They are my people, there’s no need for you to be nervous…
You, come out with us now.” He glanced at the Hobgoblins Warlord.
“Master, what is going on?” Dekka was somewhat confused outside the hobgoblin camp, looking left and right when he saw Leon walking out together with the Hobgoblins Warlord.
“They have already surrendered to me,” Leon said.
“So there’s no need to fight.”
Dekka opened his mouth then closed it again; he felt as though the sky was crumbling.
The hobgoblins had surrendered.
What about his plan to duel the Hobgoblins Warlord?
What about everyone’s plundering plan?
Leon had stayed in the abandoned fortress for a few days and knew that the Orcs had run out of food and drink.
Stealing from half the forest’s goblins wouldn’t yield much, waiting for this invasion, he said, “I know your thoughts, but the hobgoblins have already surrendered to me.”
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Leon gently swayed his tail and licked his teeth with his tongue.
He hadn’t expected things to move this fast.
He continued, “There are still human villages outside the forest, and they will surely not surrender easily and will resist stubbornly.
You don’t need to worry.”
Leon knew well that he could not let these Orcs make a fruitless trip today; otherwise, they would surely become disloyal.
Although he didn’t think Orcs were a race that felt gratitude, disloyalty was not a major concern as his military power was key.
Again addressing the Hobgoblins Warlord, he said,
“Prepare food and drinks for these Orcs, deduct from the supplies you promised to give me.”
“Also, I’ve seen a workshop in your camp, and you have the capability to make weapons and equipment.
I demand you give the extra weapons and equipment to the Orcs, also deducting from the supplies you promised me.”
When Leon spoke of the Orcs, compared to the hobgoblins, the Orcs indeed looked no different from refugees; they had also fled here from disaster.
Leon looked at the somewhat restless Orcs and reminded them, “What are you thinking?
These are just items I am loaning to you, and you will need to return double in the future.”
“Three days,” Leon took a deep breath, “after three days, I plan to attack the human villages outside the forest, all of you must contribute.”
“The human village is rich and full of luxury.
As long as we conquer the human village, and as long as you hand over half of the spoils of war, the rest are yours.” Leon was not a leader before, but isn’t seeing a pig run as good as eating its meat?
Making promises is a simple matter.
The Orcs cheered.
Leon quickly turned his head towards the Hobgoblins Warlord, knowing what the hobgoblins were interested in.
He said, “Depending on your performance, I will give different rewards, including but not limited to a higher status over those Orcs…
I have high hopes for you, perhaps you can become the first legion of my glory.”
The Hobgoblins Warlord, hearing Leon’s words, remained expressionless, but his breathing grew slightly heavier.
He finally realized that the Red Dragon before him was extraordinary.
The hobgoblins had their base and the Orcs had the abandoned fortress, each located on opposite sides of the forest.
With this in mind, Leon said, “I give you three days to prepare, ready your weapons and equipment, rest well, and then gather at…”
Leon’s chosen meeting point was beneath the mountain where his original den was located.
