"Squee, Spurin has gone crazy!"
The ferocious gnolls gathered under a big tree. Their thick black fur almost blended into the night in the forest. Their ten pairs of green eyes were like eerie fires, shining with hunger in the darkness.
They haven't eaten meat for three days. The birds and mice in the forest have long been eaten away, and the entire bone collector gang has fallen into a food shortage. Goblins and goatheads can also rely on plant tubers, wild vegetables, and tree buds to satisfy their hunger, but the gnolls' intestines and stomach can only digest flesh and blood, so it is better to kill them than to let them imitate the stupid goatheads in chewing tree bark.
Fortunately, a few days ago, they snatched the body of a goat monster. The ten jackals were afraid that they would miss a bite, and they chewed up the more than 400-pound goat-headed monster until not even the bones were left. Although everyone is not full, as the blood descendants of the ancient giant beast King of Gluttony, the jackals have the talent of gluttony, and they can persist without eating for several days.
The problem is that the hobgoblins Squee and the Spurlin brothers have gone crazy. They don’t care about anything and insist on killing all the half-elf adventurers in the Dwarf Hill Camp. Every time the Bone Collector attacks the low hill, they clearly have an absolute advantage and can rush into the half-elf camp, but they always fail inexplicably.
Now, more than half of the Talon Goblins have been lost. According to the usual caution of Squie and the Spurling brothers, they should have given up attacking the Low Hill camp long ago and moved as soon as possible. However, the eyes of the two hobgoblins turned red and they refused to let go of the half-elves.
Not throwing dozens of goathead bodyguards into battle may be the hobgoblin's only remaining sanity. This is also to guard against the gnolls in the gang.
The cunning and selfish gnolls always hide behind when attacking, so the hobgoblins cannot send goathead bodyguards to join the battle; the strong goatheads do not charge into the battle, and the claw goblins and bugbears cannot attack the half-elf's low hill camp. .
This is an endless cycle with no solution, causing Squee and the Spurlin brothers to become increasingly impatient with the Jackals. Especially when the Claw Goblins have lost more than half of their members, the balance of power within the Bone Collector gang is on the verge of collapse, and the Hobgoblins have come up with the idea of dealing with the ferocious gnolls first.
The coyote brain of the jackal cannot yet understand what power means and what balance means. They sense the malice coming from their hobgoblin brothers with their keen intuition.
If they were wild gnolls, they would not hesitate to launch a rebellion at this time. However, the gnoll thugs in the goblin kingdom are all selected and raised by the goblin nobles from the age of cubs, just like domesticated livestock. Their ferocious transformation is also accomplished through the secret rituals of the goblin kingdom.
The ferocious gnolls in the Bone Collector's gang are not loyal to the hobgoblin leader. They can only be said to have a habit of obedience. The development of this habit is inseparable from the goblin secret ritual, but it is not the most critical reason.
Hobgoblins hold parties to make slaves feel happy and satisfied, and become addicted to it. However, hobgoblins cannot change their nature by enslaving animals. Just like the unshakable principle of elemental bodies, they cannot let meat-eating animals eat grass, nor can they let grass-eating animals eat meat. Therefore, the prerequisite for hobgoblins to enslave gnolls is to first satisfy their survival needs, such as their instinctive desire for gluttony.
It's hard to imagine a hungry Gnoll feeling happy. When they are very hungry, Goblin Arcana has almost no effect on them.
The behavior of the Bone Collector Gnolls conforms to a simple and effective relationship: they work for the hobgoblin master, and the master is responsible for filling their stomachs, and then they will discuss whether they are happy or not addicted.
Preying in the wild is not easy. When there is no prey, the dire gnolls sent representatives to ask the hobgoblin master for a goathead to satisfy their hunger. Clawed goblins are also acceptable.
However, brothers Squee and Siblin decisively rejected the reasonable request of the gnolls. They claimed that if the gnolls wanted to eat meat, they would have to take over the low hill camp of the half-elf adventurers. There were many goblin corpses there, which could make the gnolls eat meat. Eat until you vomit!
Obviously, the hobgoblin leader destroyed the breeding relationship with the ferocious gnolls, so they were sure that Squee and Siblin were crazy!
The scar-faced jackal stuck out his scarlet tongue, licked his sharp canine teeth, and asked: "Have you told Squee and Spurlin that in addition to the goathead and clawed goblin, the two half-elf female captives can also be eaten? . Their thin skin and tender meat are more delicious than the sheep-headed monster."
The gnoll responsible for negotiating with the hobgoblins turned around and said, "Scarface, those two half-elf captives are goods, you'd better not take advantage of them!"
"goods?"
"Well, they are goods sold to half-elves. There is a group of mysterious half-elves who pay a large price to buy young, strong, female half-elves who have not yet given birth to cubs from the Squee brothers. Squee said that these two half-elves The females are worth thirty Claw Goblins and we cannot eat the cargo.”
Scarface said in confusion: "A half-elf buys a half-elf from the Bone Collector?"
Another jackal stuck out his tongue and smiled: "Scarface, you haven't been in the gang for a long time. We have traded with those half-elves many times. Squee and Siblin should have gone to find those guys before ten sunsets. .But we were held back by this group of troubled adventurers."
The Scarface Gnoll originally did not belong to this Bone Collector gang, but it is the strongest and the smartest, and other Gnolls are afraid of it. Now that the hobgoblin leader is insane, the ferocious gnolls in the gang have other ideas, so they naturally move closer to Scarface.
"My name is not Scarface." The fourth-level ferocious jackal stretched out his paws and touched the scars on his face. The crisscross scars made it look tough and cold, "My name is Volofe." It put down its paws and said in a rough voice.
"Scarface has a name?!"
"Wolofei..."
The jackals were surprised and envious, chattering non-stop. Scarface was very proud. He didn't know why. He only knew that the name he gave himself made him superior to "wolf".
In fact, jackals don't appear out of thin air. Of course they should have their own names. Even if they don't have names, they can dig out their true names in their bloodline memories.
Wolofer is far from reaching the level of digging out his true name from his bloodline memory, but being able to name himself is an important sign of awakening self-awareness and getting rid of slavery and dwarfing.
In a sense, a named Wolofei can become the leader of a certain group of gnolls, and then it is his turn to dwarf the members of the group by naming them.
As a leader, you must not only have strong strength, but also show your unique insights.
Wolofei acted like a wolf with his tail between his legs in front of his new owner. Now that the new owner has gone crazy, it believes that it must stand up, otherwise they will all be led to a dead end by the crazy hobgoblin.
"I'm not interested in half-elves buying half-elves!" Wolover said viciously: "Squee and Siblin are crazy, and we are going to be finished, just like the monsters my previous master encountered." Dwarf Hill There are spirits in the camp, I know, I’ve seen them!”
Spirits, all tangible and intangible phenomena that are beyond the recognition of orcs and pose harm to them.
The orcs in the Goblin Kingdom are afraid of spirits just like the Disa half-elves are afraid of ghosts. In fact, they are all superstitions, but they always arouse everyone's curiosity.
"Wolover, have you ever encountered a spirit?"
"Spirits, where are the sprites?"
"What does it look like?"
Wolover raised his paw and pointed at his face and said: "The scar on my face was left by her. My former master and his gang were also wiped out by her."
"It was two years ago. My former master took us to search for treasures in the mountains and forests upstream of the Shrimp River. At noon that day, several jackal brothers and I accidentally searched for two half-elf females who came out to hunt."
"They are not the kind of soft-bodied half-elf females. I can smell the scent of dragon veins from them from a long distance away. The strange thing is that they have round ears that are different from the dragon-veined half-elves, but they are very powerful. , is very fast, uses a very sharp long sword, and cuts the weapon and body of a jackal brother into two pieces with just one sword..."
The other gnolls shouted, "We've seen those two swords."
"You dedicated them to Master Squee, Sbreen."
"The master said those two swords are treasures and can be presented to the Dragon King."
"You also said that the sword was snatched from the hands of a half-elf adventure group..."
"Shut up! Listen to me!" Wolfe growled threateningly and said, "I lied to Squee and Spurin. What I tell you now is the truth!"
Seeing Wolofei's anger, the jackals all bowed their heads and backed away to show submission.
Wolofei was satisfied with the obedient attitude of his kind and continued: "They are still wearing tough leather armor. Our claws and weapons are ineffective against their leather armor. I thought at the time that they were the most terrifying semi-human beings I had ever seen. The elves are more ferocious than the half-elf lords I have killed.”
"But they were only two dragon-blooded half-elves, and we had eight gnolls... We killed two brothers, injured another one, and finally caught them all."
Wolofor was silent for a moment, and unconsciously raised the mane on his neck. His teeth chattered and he said: "The skin of the two dragon-veined half-elves is as white and smooth as milk, but their meat is very strong and their bones are extremely hard. , I have to use a lot of strength to bite them into pieces... When I ate them, they didn't whine, they never screamed..."
The jackals couldn't help but gasped, and one of the jackals shouted: "Spirits, they must be sprites!"
Wolover shook his coyote head and said: "They are not spirits, they are servants of spirits... My former master got the news and asked us to track their scent and find the spirits' campsite."
"It was a cave. There was a huge dragon-veined lizard lying next to the cave entrance. It was seriously injured, and half of its body was chewed off by something. But it didn't die, and there were wriggling granules growing out of the wound."
"If the monitor lizard is well, we will definitely not dare to touch it. The former owner said that the severely injured dragon vein monitor lizard's whole body is the most valuable treasure. The former owner ordered us to kill the dragon vein monitor lizard and make it out of the dragon vein monitor lizard's skin There is a lot of armor, and we also want to eat the meat of the dragon vein monitor..."
"When we were about to take action, the spirit hiding in the cave came out."
Wolofor gasped, his eyes were blank, and he said in horror: "With long black hair, black eyes, and pointed ears, she looks like a fresh and delicious half-elf girl, with a white stripe beside her. A ferocious giant wolf... She has actually been possessed by the most ferocious spirit. I saw the spirit appear on her body with my own eyes... Just under her forehead, there was a black spider."
The night wind howled in the forest, and a group of ferocious gnolls closed their mouths tightly, pricked their ears, and their manes were trembling, listening to Wolover tell its terrifying experience, a legend about a black spider and a half-elf girl.
