White Dragon Lord

Chapter 93: Pele City's Request for Help

When Ghoul-Garu told the sleeping White Dragon Lord that the little Earl of Dumbledore came to visit, he originally refused at first but when he thought of the horrible trade figures between Cassos, the city of trade, and Pele City, he decided to meet him.

The White Dragon Lord met the little earl in the White Castle Hall.

Bruce stroked his chest with one hand, leaned slightly, and performed a standard noble courtesy, "Salute to you, Lord of the Thousand Islands, Lord True DragonLord Amos, Master of Pele City; Earl of Dumbledore Family asked me to say hello to you."

The standard, long, and tedious diplomatic language had made Amos slightly disinterested.

The White Dragon Lord nodded slightly, "Well, take it as me extending my sincere greetings to Lord Dumbledore."

Several years of experience in war made Bruce mature a lot. He didn't change his expression at all when he heard Amos' words hinting him to leave.

He didn't appear embarrassed at all, instead, his face was etched with calmness, "Your Excellency Amos, I am here this time, one is to visit Your Excellency and to consolidate the friendship between Pele City and White Castle."

"Yes, the friendship between White Scale and Pele City is indestructible."

Without waiting for the little earl to continue speaking, the White Dragon Lord cut to the subject, "Then what is your second purpose?"

"Ahem, Pele City is in trouble and needs your help."

Lord White Dragon tapped the handrail of the crystal throne with his nails, "My friend, according to our agreement, I am only obliged to provide asylum as and when I can when the Dumbledore family encounters annihilation. Looking at your unhurried appearance, it does not look like things have come to this."

"You are right. Although Pele City is in trouble, it hasn't reached the limit."

Bruce changed his words, "It's just that, after years of war, although Pele City's food and treasury are still sufficient, many soldiers died in the battle. If it continues to be consumed, it will affect Pele's population balance."

Amos raised his brows, "So, you think of me? However, I am not your nanny!"

"Yes, Lord Amos, so I have brought a handsome reward."

Lord White Dragon frowned, his tone a little unhappy, "Oh, reward? Do you treat me as a mercenary?"

Bruce quickly explained, "Your Excellency Amos, I think you have misunderstood. We are not hiring real dragons, but your followers."

The little earl looked at the white dragon who was lowering his head in thought, but he did not dare to urge him, so the hall fell into silence.

Amos' thoughts were running fast: The White Scale city would lie dormant for a few years, digesting the large land vacated by the Sea Giants. There was no war here. Instead of leaving the followers on the island to be idle and gain weight, it was better to send them to the battlefield, baptizing them in blood and fire, and at the same time they could hee hee...

"My followers are all elites who have witnessed hundreds of wars, and their hiring prices are not cheap."

The little earl breathed a sigh of relief, as long as there was a willingness to cooperate, then the next thing was nothing more than money.

"The fearlessness and toughness of the warriors of White Castle, even if I am far away in Pele City, I often hear about it."

Ghoul-Garu, Hogg, and others on the side heard the words and straightened their waists. This human being had a way with his words.

Amos nodded inconspicuously, "So, how many people do you need? What is the racial match?"

"These are already prepared."

Bruce took out a piece of paper, held it up with the mage's hand, and handed it to the lord of the white dragon.

Seeing Amos take the paper. The paper had listed the requirements of Pele City.

10,000 murlocs, 3 gold coins per month for each murloc, compensation for death...

3000 jackals, 5 gold coins per month for each jackal, compensation for death...

200 ogres, 200 gold coins per month for each ogre, compensation for death...

30 trolls, each troll has 500 gold coins per month, compensation for death...

"There is no big problem in terms of employment price and death compensation, but you underestimated the value of murlocs."

Bruce smiled apologetically to the three murlocs who had a bad face on the side, and said, "Your Excellency Amos, as far as I know, if it is one-to-one, murlocs are not opponents of jackals. I wonder where do you start?"

"That's right! murlocs are inherently weak. If they are singled out, they can't even beat a strong farmer. However, their value is not in singles, but other special abilities.

"First of all, it is amphibious superiority. The river systems in the Luowei Kingdom are intertwined and complicated. As long as a group of murlocs hold hammers and drills to guard the estuary, no one can even think about crossing the river unless the enemy's transport vessel was an armoured warship."

Bruce nodded when he heard this.

"Secondly, it is the strength advantage. In recent years, the professionalization of the murloc army has achieved remarkable results. The ordinary murloc soldiers are almost novice professionals. In terms of combat effectiveness, they are not inferior to the average jackal."

Finally, in addition to their strength, the murlocs also domesticated many pets. These copper-backed snapping turtles and pincers were creatures that could fight on land. They are powerful alone, have outstanding defences, and are most suitable for charging forward, and only murlocs can control them. "

"So, the hire price of murlocs must be the same as that of jackals, and the pets they carry must also be counted as mercenaries."

After thinking about it, Bruce agreed to Amos' request and raised the murlocs employment price to 5 gold coins.

After discussing matters related to their pets, and officially signing the contract, Bruce left, leaving only the high-level executives of White Castle in the hall.

Amos looked at the commanders of the monsters gearing up below, lowered his head for a little thought, and said, "This time, Ghoul-Garu will lead the team with Old Jimmy, Hogg Riverclaw, and Roger Punch assisting him.

"Ghoul-Garu is the strongest, which is why hell lead the army. Old Jimmy is good at calculations and is responsible for logistics and advisory. Commander Hogg and Roger are responsible for the charge."

"Your will is the way forward." x4

"Ghoul-Garu, remember, humans should not be underestimated. If you find something is wrong, you can quickly slip away!"

Garu: "Yes, master."

Ghoul: "Ha! Ghoul is going to crush their little heads!"

The White Dragon Lord ignored Ghouls belligerent declaration: "Well, it's all done, get ready to go."

After solving the matter of the expedition, Lord White Dragon returned to his den and continued to sleep.

Nighttime.

The breeze whistled, and the moonlight rippled in the lake.

Beside the moat, in the rustling woods, there was a figure who didn't want to appreciate this rare beauty.

It hid behind a big tree surreptitiously, looking at the white castle under the moonlight.

The white castle under the moonlight looked extremely cold and quiet. The uninvited guest gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and carefully sank into the lake.

It avoided the murlocs on patrol all the way, and slowly approached in the direction of the city.

Finally, it came to the foot of the city.

At this time, in the bedroom on the second floor of the White Castle, the sleeping white dragon felt that the alert circle he had set up was triggered and opened the golden vertical pupils.

"Intruder?!"