"reason."
Ye Qiong said this calmly, he would not believe it if he surrendered without reason.
"The strength of our fish-men tribe is far inferior to yours."
"besides."
"I am no match for you. Your spiritual power is as vast as the sea and has reached the pinnacle of a high-level monster."
He is indeed the most knowledgeable among the fishmen, and he even uses idioms, but Ye Qiong still said reluctantly:
"not enough."
Mogor was silent. He knew what Ye Qiong was referring to. He was also a monster specializing in spiritual power. He naturally understood the state of the Goblin King at this time.
A mental force pressed against his shoulder, and he immediately felt a sudden increase in pressure.
"You missed one most important thing."
"Your condition is not particularly good. I'm afraid you will return to the Mother Sea soon."
You're a fish-man, and you're pretty good at talking. The so-called Mother Sea is where Tiamat, the mother of monsters, lives. Returning to the Mother Sea is a highly emotional way of saying "death."
Ye Qiong knew this sentence when he played the text adventure game Goblin Sage. Every time he died, eight words would be written in large letters on the diary: "You have returned to the Mother Sea."
The fishman prophet's idea is very simple. He just wants them to surrender. You don't live long anyway, so just pretend to be a surrender. This way you will have face, and we won't have to see any blood. It's the best of both worlds.
If Ye Qiong were a wise king, he would probably accept their surrender and capture thousands of murlocs without spending a single soldier. It would be a very cost-effective deal. But unfortunately, he is not. .
Powerful mental pressure struck Mogor, and Ye Qiong said:
"You seem to have mistaken a prerequisite. The purpose of my coming here is to launch a territorial war and make you surrender. It is just incidental. Moreover, I do not need this kind of disloyal surrender."
Mogor sensed something was wrong and just wanted to escape, but was punched to the ground by Charut who was standing beside him.
Ye Qiong slowly walked down from the carriage, looked down at Mogor, and said condescendingly: "If you were hiding behind, it might be a bit troublesome. I didn't expect you to come to the door on your own initiative."
Kick Mogor on the body and interrupt its spellcasting. This is the disadvantage of the mage. Once they are close, the forward movement of the spellcasting is enough to kill them.
"What exactly do you want to do?" Mogor's pupils turned red and he said through gritted teeth.
"Didn't I say that? A territorial war, and your absolute loyalty."
"Impossible, I can't let go of my sea of consciousness." Mogor replied without hesitation.
Once he lets go of the sea of consciousness, he will become the opponent's puppet. As a monster specializing in mental power, he knows exactly what the other person is thinking.
"I only have one condition: to plant my spiritual imprint in your sea of consciousness."
Mogor was silent. If he really agreed, his life and death would be completely in the hands of the other party.
Ye Qiong didn't give him much time to think, and ordered the Poison Demon King to poison the river.
The fish people in the river have actually been watching the negotiations on the shore, and they have long been ashamed and angry.
Now the Goblin King is kicking his nose in his face and pouring poison into the river. How can he bear this? Do you really think of them as fish on the chopping board, you can handle them as you like?
He jumped to the shore on the spot and started fighting with goblins, minotaurs and cat monsters.
Mogor refused to give up and continued to persuade: "If this continues, your subjects will suffer heavy casualties."
"It does not matter."
"They will have a grudge against you in their hearts."
"That's not important either."
Mogor was annoyed and asked a little louder: "Then what is important?"
Ye Qiong pointed at him and said, "Whether you are loyal or not is very important to me."
The fish-men's screams came one after another, and these sounds kept beating Mogor's heart. It shouldn't be like this.
Finally, he looked up at Ye Qiong and said through gritted teeth: "You tyrant."
Then he continued: "Let's do it."
Regarding the first half of the sentence, Ye Qiong acted as if he had not heard it, nodded with satisfaction, and planted a spiritual imprint in his sea of consciousness. In this way, the life and death of this fish-man prophet was completely under Ye Qiong's control. .
After doing all this, he shouted at the fighting subordinates: "Stop."
Mogor was also extremely annoyed and said unwillingly: "Stop."
Just like that, the third territorial war can come to an end.
Ye Qiong did not embarrass Mogor. The Goblin tribe was not suitable for fishmen to survive. He did not force them to migrate. He just patted Mogor on the shoulder and said, "I hope I can witness your loyalty in the future."
The implication is very obvious. If there is a war in the future, your tribe will also contribute.
Although he felt unwilling in his heart, Mogor still knelt down half-kneeling and replied: "It must be so."
After leading the legion back to the tribe, Ye Qiong also began to plan to deal with the silver dragon. Elements one and two had been achieved. As long as he hunted the silver dragon, he would be able to evolve into a goblin tyrant.
The first thing to do was very simple. He knew the daily routine of the silver dragon so that he could start setting traps. He handed over this task to the cat demons. The cat demons were agile and would not be easily discovered when they acted as spies.
The second is to make weapons. It is impossible to break the dragon scales with the current Goblin weapons alone. Ye Qiong sends Goblins to look for mineral veins to make weapons.
The third is to improve his strength. He must seize all his free time to practice and improve his success rate in hunting silver dragons.
Three months passed in a blink of an eye. During this period, Mogor, Kate, and Sharut replaced the three goblins as the King's Shichibukai.
The goblins found an iron ore vein and asked the tauren tribe to make weapons.
Ye Qiong's request was very simple. Prepare a dagger and a bow for each of the goblins, and quench poison on the daggers and arrows. This is the most suitable fighting method for goblins.
The cat demons also found out about the habits of the silver dragon. This silver dragon is very lazy and only comes out to hunt for food every three days. There is a river near the cave where he lives. After every hunt, he will come here to take a sip. water.
And Ye Qiong himself is also in the best mental state. Today is the day when the silver dragon goes out to hunt. The monsters in the tribe are afraid and anxious. This is the dragon clan who stands on top of the monsters. They can really succeed. Hunting?
If it weren't for the fact that he was extremely afraid of Ye Qiong, the Goblin King, many Goblins would have chosen to flee before they set off for the expedition.
"Set off!"
Following Ye Qiong's order, the mighty monster army set off towards the Silver Dragon Cave due north.
This time, Ye Qiong even called the fishman tribe, and it can be said that he tried his best to ensure that this hunting could be a complete success.
Although Mogor felt uneasy, he still chose to speak out what was in his heart: "Are you going to evolve into a Goblin Tyrant?"
Although Ye Qiong was a little surprised by this, it was not surprising. This fish-man prophet had been alive for an unknown period of time, and it was normal for him to know some secrets. He nodded and replied, "Yes, why do you have a good idea?"
"What's a good strategy but a bad strategy? This is the Dragon Clan, a race that stands at the apex of monsters and becomes a special-level monster in adulthood. How can we win?"
"So is he an adult?"
"No, but even so, it is impossible to defeat him. There is no need for us to face an invincible opponent."
Facing Brother Moore who chose to persuade him crazily out of fear, Ye Qiong just patted him on the shoulder and replied:
"You can't win at all. I don't understand. Even if we face an invincible enemy, we still choose to fight hard. This is the nature of our Goblin family."
Mogor wanted to reply: "You fart."
If he hadn't seen the goblins in front of him whose legs were shaking as they walked, he would have believed it.
All the talk of marching forward bravely and fighting hard is bullshit. If you, the tyrant, hadn't given the order, they would have never met the silver dragon in their lives.
Mogor clearly remembers the nature of Goblins, which is to bully the weak and fear the strong, without the slightest sense of adventure. The group of Goblins in front of him were obviously carried up by him, the Goblin King.
Seeing that he couldn't persuade the Goblin King at all, Mogor had no choice but to keep his mouth shut, hoping that the silver dragon would miss their army of monsters.
