63 bad news

Style: Fantasy Author: sunshine under hazeWords: 2176Update Time: 24/01/18 09:26:34
Goblin Jack's reconnaissance operation was very smooth. As a professional stealth advanced professional, he was even confident of crossing thousands of miles alone. Naturally, he was full of confidence in a mere kobold tribe. Allen once told Jack the information he knew about the Bone Broken Tribe. Although the leader of the opponent was a mysterious spell caster, Jack did not need to fight. He was just quietly conducting reconnaissance. It was extremely difficult for others to discover him. of.

"There are not many people in this tribe, why are you so afraid?"

After staying in the Thunder Tribe for a long time, Jack still looked down upon a tribe with a total population of just over a hundred people. When he came back, he looked at Allen with frivolous eyes.

"They don't have a large population, and our tribe has an even smaller population. In fact, the ten warriors I brought out this time are the largest fighting force of my tribe. The remaining warrior tribesmen left behind are only 6-7. In addition, The combined population of our Green Field Tribe, including females and cubs, is not as large as the number in the team now."

In the past, Allen rarely disclosed information about his tribe. Except for some gossip when he met Master Oscar late at night and had a long talk, at this time, Jack and the others were still full of mystery about the tribe Allen mentioned. But now it's not far from where the tribe is, and Allen has no need to hide it. Anyway, Jack and the others will naturally be able to see the tribe when they arrive at Green Lake.

"..."

Not only was Jack a little surprised, but Philip, who was following Allen, was also a little stunned. So the master they followed might not even have the ability to protect slaves like them.

I originally thought that with a wise and wise patriarch like Allen, the tribe he mentioned should be at least somewhat powerful, but I never imagined that the situation turned out to be so unbearable that they were even afraid of a kobold tribe with a population of less than a hundred. When Philip was the owner of the manor in the Principality of Humanity, he had a population of more than a hundred servants and farmers.

"Forget it, I won't stay in your tribe for too long anyway, no matter how you deal with these kobolds. Speaking of which, if there is a fight when passing through the opponent's territory, I will not help you kill the enemy. Yes, my small body is no match for the kobolds."

Although Jack himself is an advanced professional, his professional skills are more focused on life-saving. It is really difficult to face a level 6-7 warrior head-on, so he simply made it clear to Allen in advance to avoid being complained by the other party later.

"Well, if a battle does break out, it has nothing to do with you. You just have to save your own life."

Allen nodded, and then asked with concern: "Have you found out the information about the kobolds?"

"Are you looking down on me?"

Jack glared at Allen with dissatisfaction, and then recounted the information he had detected.

"I walked around this kobold tribe and counted the population of their tribe. It was about 130-150 people. There were also about 30 goblins, 2 bugbears, and more than 10 gnoll slaves. "

"I roughly estimated that there should be about 40 warriors in their tribe. But according to common sense, it shouldn't be. The number of kobold warriors of this size should be at least half of the total population."

"Oh, when we protected the human caravan through the kobold camp, we designed to eliminate almost 30 kobold warriors."

Allen quickly reported the situation that he had forgotten to tell, and the confused Jack suddenly realized.

"Then that's right."

"I've also seen the kobold leader you mentioned. He must be very old. He can't walk easily. He looks like he will fall if the wind blows. However, the caster has always been secretive, and his physical strength cannot be seen at all. The opponent's strength can only be seen clearly when he actually takes action, so I can't give you too much advice."

"I understand."

Allen once experienced the powerful fireball technique of the kobold leader from a distance, and he still has some palpitations. How could he underestimate the opponent's strength.

"Oh, by the way, when I was scouting in their tribe before, I heard them discussing whether to occupy a camp with a lake on one side. It seems that you told me that there is a lake near your camp. Is that what they said? Is this your camp?”

Jack seemed to have just remembered something and mentioned it casually, but seeing Allen's change of expression, it seemed that the worst outcome had occurred.

"What did they say?"

Allen was feeling uneasy. There were only two areas with lakes in this area. One was the Green Lake where Allen and the others had just robbed the Jackals, and the remaining one was the Rapids Bay not far to the west of the Bone Broken Tribe. . Since the other party is talking about occupying territory, it naturally cannot be talking about the Rapids Bay that they already own. The only possibility left is Allen's Green Lake.

"I didn't pay much attention. I just listened to it. It seemed that they had captured a camp a few days ago, and then they had some disagreements about whether to send people to occupy that territory."

Jack waved his hand and told the truth what he knew.

"..."

Allen was at a loss. After all the hard work, he led his tribe to purchase such a large amount of supplies, and even brought back a group of goblins. He was originally high-spirited and wanted to expand the strength of the tribe, but before he could take action, it seemed that the entire tribe had been wiped out. , the psychological blow to Allen can be imagined.

But if you think about it carefully, this incident is not without warning. Allen and Regis killed dozens of warriors from the Bone Broken Tribe by shooting pits. In retaliation, the kobolds will naturally carefully check the surrounding forces to find their missing people. The tribesmen, secondly, take advantage of the time when they still have strength to clean up a group of threatening forces in the surrounding area and create conditions for their own tribe to recuperate.

Allen and the others followed the human caravan north, and the kobolds saw it with their eyes, so the first person they would retaliate against would definitely be their own tribe. And how could Stone and the others, who had lost the ten most elite warriors plus Allen, the strongest combat power, who stayed behind in the tribe, be the opponents of the Bone Broken Tribe, which had more than 40 warriors and a mysterious spellcaster? ?

Allen had vague suspicions before setting off, but he was just lucky in his heart, thinking that he left with most of the soldiers. Maybe the other party saw that the old, weak, sick and disabled in his tribe were not a threat, so they let Shitou go. They also said Not sure. Now it seems that all of this is because Allen thought too much. The tribe he has lived in for 18 years has probably disappeared in this wilderness.

"Here are 3 gold coins. One is the reward for asking you to investigate the Bone Broken Tribe before. The remaining two coins are for your help to go to Green Lake to see if there are still people in our tribe on the edge of Green Lake. exist."

Alan's face was serious, he took out three shiny gold coins and handed them to Jack, and said with a pleading look.

"All right."

Jack sympathized with this compatriot. Although he had no intention of participating in the usual battles in the wilderness, he still didn't mind going out for this compatriot and doing his best for such an easy-to-handle investigation mission.

"Thank you."