Quenching Highlands, Ogre Camp.
As the time approached dawn, the dark sky gradually lightened, a trace of fish-belly white appeared, and Kalu led the elite troops of the Bone-Chewing Warband to arrive.
"Kalu, take the warriors of the Bone-Chewing Warband and head north to hunt down an Iron Dragon, fight for me."
Galos calmly issued the command.
"My lord, the Bone-Chewing Ogres will crush the enemy for you, chewing through their bones."
Chewing the last piece of meat bone, Kalu said in a muffled voice.
"No need to be so brutal."
Galos said with a smile: "Your task is to capture the Iron Dragon alive if possible and bring it before me."
"Won't you take action?"
Kalu paused and asked.
"No, this is a test for the Bone-Chewing Warband, an exercise for you as the Legion Commander."
Galos said.
Kalu nodded heavily.
Immediately, this Dragon Vein Gluttonous Demon shouldered a gleaming, robust Wolf Fang Club and rallied the ogres to prepare for the march.
