Amos came to the sky above the Broken Skull Island and scanned the land below. The werewolf outside the forest had been taken away and assigned to work on other islands. Only the werewolf in the Broken Skull Fortress remained. Therefore, the original werewolf village was completely abandoned.

However, on the coastline, a new fishman town and a long fishman village were built. Many farms were established around these fishman settlements, but the ogres had a huge appetite and only the output around the Skull Island was completely insufficient.

On the huge wooden dock of the town, there were several giant Ramos turtles anchored. Ogres were carrying supplies from the giant tortoise. Behind the giant tortoise were rows of nets soaked in the sea, fresh fish and shrimps were surging in the nets. More than a dozen fish people untied the nets and dragged them to the shore. On the shore, the fish and shrimps would be loaded into the water tank and transported to the skull fortress.

On the dirt road to the Skull Fortress in Fishman Town, there were already zombies driving a ox cart.

On the edge of the forest, the road where the white dragon paved the ground with dragon breath was built into a formal passage, leading directly to the gate of the Skull Fortress.

The wall of the Broken Skull Fortress has been rebuilt and is taller than before, but the brand new wall lacks a bit of historical deposition.

In the open space in front of the city wall, a team of ogres carried logs and ran around the newly built city wall. Behind them, a strong ogre instructor was waving with a long whip in hand, making a whip of whip through the air. When the running ogres stayed for a moment, they were whipped on their backs by the instructor and quickly accelerated to follow the team.

Gurgaru stood in the open space beside him, supervising the training of the ogre warriors. Behind it was a group of ogres who were already exhausted, lying on the ground like dead dogs, panting heavily.

There was also a group of ogres practicing in pairs in pairs, fisting to the flesh without making any fakes. The sweat as big as beans dripped down their chins and dripped onto the ground, seeping into the dry soil, leaving a wet spot.

Several fishman prophets sat in the shade to heal the wounded ogre. A moistening light went on, and the ogre joined the training again.

Amos flew over the open space, and a loud dragon roar rang through the sky.

Gurgaru looked up and saw the arrival of the white dragon, and raised his hand to signal.

"stop!"

The ogre during training stopped the movements in his hand and looked up at the white dragon in the sky that was blocked by the sun.

Amos landed on the ogre training ground.

"Gurgaru, it's a good job!"

Amos looked at the ogres carrying the logs. The lazy state of eating and waiting to die completely disappeared, replaced by a cheerful spirit.

The ogre warriors' belly seemed obese, but if they looked closely, the outline of the muscles was vaguely visible under the fat. Sweat flowed down the ravines between the muscles, and the air was filled with the masculinity of males.

"Very good! Very good! The Crane Broken Clan has made a lot of progress."

Gul: "Yes! My Master!"

Garu: "We now eat five meals a day, train like this for 12 hours a day, and even the dullest guy has become a formal warrior now."

Amos nodded. Warriors are indeed the best entry-level profession. As long as there are a lot of nutritious food and systematic exercise, basically every normal person can get started successfully.

But the further you go, the more difficult it is to improve your level, and you must not lose your qualifications, opportunities, and luck.

Moreover, warriors always charge at the front line, and the proportion of casualties is the largest among all professions.

And because it is easy to cultivate, has a small cost and is large in quantity, in the eyes of many rulers, low-level warriors are synonymous with cannon fodder.

But if the warriors can successfully enter the legend and receive the baptism of the world's laws, they will become very terrifying existences. The experience of countless life-and-death battles makes them the group of legendary pros with the richest combat experience, just like the violent man, Cyphreth, who even the Dragon Mother has to avoid the edge.

At this time, the zombies and servants pulled the dining cart and walked out of the city. The steamed fish were sprinkled with unknown seasonings, and they were neatly placed on the dining cart. The light green turtle eggs filled the whole truck.

Before the food arrived, the tempting aroma first penetrated the ogres' nostrils.

Gugu~, the ogres' stomachs were screaming in discomfort.

Gurgaru hesitated to look at Amos.

"Let them all eat first, the soldiers are exhausted."

Garu nodded, and Goul yelled at the ogres: "It's time to eat!"

The ogres cheered, and a group of monsters more than three meters high rushed towards the dining car. The scene was like African refugees scrambling for food. The gnolls were experienced. They quickly stopped the dining car, ran away, and retreated to a safe area.

The ogres did not have table etiquette. They surrounded the dining cart and grabbed the steamed fish with their hands and put it in their mouths. They chewed and swallowed the fish bones together. The fist-sized turtle eggs were stuffed into their mouths, and their cheeks were bulging into a ball and landed behind. The ogres who could not get the food were so anxious that they shouted and pushed their companions in front of them. The scene was in chaos.

A feast of gluttons has begun!

Gurgaru did not go to eat, but stood beside Amos, knowing that the White Dragon Lord had always been in the Three Treasures Hall without any trouble.

"Gurgaru, I'm going to call on some ogres."

Amos said straight to the point: "At least one hundred individuals should be stronger."

Gul: "Master! Are you participating in the battle? Gul is going to go too."

Amos shook his head: "No! My castle lacks a powerful guardian."

Garu pondered for a moment: "Master! There is currently a master-level ogre, eighteen high-level ogres, and two hundred and seventy-four intermediate-level ogres, how much do you want?"

"Then there are ten high-level pros and one hundred intermediate-level ogres."

Amos' huge faucet turned to Gurgaru: "Can you take your job off?"

"Yes! Ogre wizard Hack has enough wisdom to maintain the normal operation of the Skull Fortress."

"Well, then after you make arrangements, you will take them to the White Fort. Maybe, soon, there will be a battle waiting for you."

Upon hearing the word battle, Gurgaru was enthusiastic: "The Broken Skull is always ready to fight for you!"

"Very good! There are surprises waiting for you in White Fort."

After Amos said, he flapped his wings and flew into the sky.

Amos returned to Tasman Island and nodded in his heart as he watched the excavation work on the seabed.

"The old blind man is moving very quickly."

In the waters around Tasman Island, a group of little fishmen turned the sea bottom to the sky. On the outside, adult fishmen warriors paraded with routes to protect the safety of the little fishmen in the circle.

The strategy of the senior management of the fishman is very effective. The elite fishman warriors clean up the threats on the periphery and protect the safety. Then, they mobilize the over-energy little fishman to dig out relics from ancient battlefields, which does not affect the normal operation of BaiPian City, but also finds an errand for the naughty little fishman.

Amos did not go down to disturb the fish people's work, and it flew back to the White Fort and lay on its throne.

The beam of light penetrated the crystal of the dome and sprinkled on the white dragon on the ornate crystal throne, Amos pondered the dragon's life.
Chapter completed!