Evolving Silver Dragon - Chapter 69
Chapter 69: 068 Preparations for Battle_l
Translator: 549690339
Saru called Scar over with a dark expression; if things were really as Gaz described, it was necessary to verify it personally.
He absolutely could not let down the expectations of the great Silver Dragon Lord; during Otto’s absence, nothing could go wrong in the Land of the Soaring Dragon.
Soon, under Scar’s leadership, a group of Lizardman Warriors took control of all the Quilboars in the Land of the Soaring Dragon.
There weren’t many Quilboars to begin with, so Saru easily discovered that one was missing, which darkened his face even more.
He took Gaz to another distant clearing, preparing to interrogate these Quilboars one by one.
At his signal, Scar dragged over a tightly bound Quilboar, kicked its knee pit, and forced it to kneel before Saru.
Saru stared at the seemingly panicked Quilboar and said coldly: “Speak, where is the other Quilboar?”
“1…1 don’t know anything…”
This Quilboar trembled as he looked at Saru. He knew that with all the commotion, their plan had been exposed.
Saru sneered, “You really don’t know?”
The Quilboar gritted his teeth, clenched his courage, and ultimately chose silence in response to Saru’s question.
“Interesting… ”
Saru laughed with anger. Since joining the construction of the Land of the Soaring Dragon, these Quilboars had provided much help, even offering methods for metal smelting.
Therefore, Saru had a generally positive view of them and often gave them preferential treatment.
But who would have thought that these seemingly honest and simple Quilboars would be such treacherous collaborators? He felt as if he had been blinded. Although Saru’s methods were considered mild among the monsters, it did not mean he was a softhearted Lizardman.
He sneered as he stared at the Quilboar kneeling before him, muttered an arcane incantation, and then threw a glob of sticky Strong Acid directly onto the Quilboar’s arm.
The Quilboar screamed and rolled on the ground, its arm corroded by the strong acid, revealing the white bones beneath.
Saru glared and used his Magic Wand to poke the Quilboar’s back, coldly asking, “Now, do you have anything to say?”
Never expect a monster to maintain much loyalty unless it belongs to the freakish Thunder Legion in the north of Nolan Forest.
Soon enough, the one-armed Quilboar confessed everything, almost exactly as Gaz had said.
To ensure the truthfulness of the information, Saru had Scar bring over the other Quilboars one by one.
Prior to that, Scar purposely paraded the one-armed Quilboar, now half-dead, in front of the other Quilboars, scaring the sniveling cowards even more.
The subsequent interrogations were much simpler. The terrified Quilboars answered every question, and those few who started off defiant quickly gave up resistance when they saw the acid orb.
Although the information given by the Quilboars had some discrepancies, overall, it was roughly the same.
The Werewolf-Quilboar alliance would launch a sneak attack at dawn tomorrow when nearly everyone was asleep.
The few Quilboars left within the Land of the Soaring Dragon had a simple task: assassinate the Lizardman guards at the gate, then open the gate to let the Werewolves and Quilboars in.
A single Quilboar was much stronger than a Lizardman; they could quickly deal with the gate guards if they approached from behind.
By that time, almost all the Lizardmen would be asleep, and the outcome was predictable.
At this thought, Saru shuddered. If not for Gaz’s reminder and such an event had transpired, the Land of the Soaring Dragon might have been in real danger.
He looked at the Goblin beside him and said gratefully, “Thank you for this. I will repay you if I can!”
“Why wait for later? Isn’t there a great opportunity now?”
Gaz smiled and said to Saru, “What do you think about me taking charge of the defense against the Werewolf and Quilboar attack?” Saru looked surprised, pondering for a moment.
“Alright, it seems you’re confident and professional!”
Saru looked deeply into his eyes and continued, “I’ll give you command of this battle; you don’t need my advice on how to go about it, do you?”
Saru knew deep down that Gaz’s departure from Black Gold City was far from simple.
In pursuit of excitement and unwillingness to remain idle? Perhaps adding a desire to satisfy his ambition would be more accurate.
The old Lizardman understood that in some ways, the Goblin was like him; both were willing to take risks and make daring investments, and perhaps they both carried some burden.
He didn’t dislike it, and even felt relieved. As the Land of the Soaring Dragon expanded, he alone couldn’t keep up with everything.
Scar and Longlegs, the young and intelligent, were still not up to the task; as for the Ogres, they were out of the question.
Wouldn’t it be nice if Gaz could share some of the work? Saru recalled how Gaz had once managed a group of weak Goblins quite efficiently.
As for ambition? Saru didn’t mind; he wouldn’t have trusted Gaz with
command if the Goblin hadn’t expressed his ambition in the first place.
Before leaving, Saru stared at Gaz and said slowly, “Our lord highly values the Land of the Soaring Dragon, and it is the first place he and Princess Sofia will settle in after their arrival at Nolan Forest. Do you understand what I mean?”
“Leave it to me!”
Gaz nodded with a smile. He understood Saru’s intention clearly: achieving victory was a must.
Beyond that, he needed to handle the situation as cleanly and beautifully as possible.
After Saru left, Gaz gathered his spirits, mounted his Warg, and led a group of Lizardmen and Goblins to begin preparations.
According to the information given by the Quilboars left behind, the enemy would attack at dawn, leaving him limited time to prepare.
This was an opportunity given by Saru and one he had fought for himself. He had to handle the situation cleanly and beautifully.
Of course, Saru couldn’t completely trust Gaz; Scar acted as Gaz’s deputy, helping with coordination and communication involving the Lizardmen while monitoring Gaz.
Gaz was well aware of this, as well as what Saru was worried about, but he did not care.
He would use this battle to prove himself, then climb up the ladder step by step until he reached the peak.
Standing on the wooden wall and looking north, the Goblin murmured, “Black
Gold City….one day, I will return!”
