586.The Chieftains of Mossy Valley - More updates for the "Little Rugg who doesn't eat fish" brothers【28/30】
586.Chiefs of Mossy Valley - Additional update for the brothers "Little Rag who doesn't eat fish" [28/30] (page 2/2)
They did erect skull towers to humiliate us in this way, but they didn't even need the elite of the Whiptail clan. The thousands of scouts wandering the front lines alone were enough to defeat them..”
The old chief nodded..
But it did not answer immediately, but fell silent. This silence made the warlord think that his chief was asleep. Well, this is a problem when people get old, and this embarrassing situation has not happened before..
The chief is too old.
Although when he followed the King of Bones, he was just a reckless and savage little boy like Popok. He was lucky enough to learn something from the King of Bones, but now he is over a hundred years old. Got it.
That's the age when you should have gone to the grave long ago.
“You can fight, but it's not necessary.”
After dozens of seconds of thinking, the old chief stood up with the help of two jackal hunting masters. He walked tremblingly to his most valued warlord and whispered to Hurley.：
“I have a message for you. The Whiptail Clan is not going to Transia this time. We are going to follow King Bonegnasher to the Brass Fortress, so there is no need to waste our people in the Black Flame Pass. However, the gesture must be done, for 'Unity'.
Go there in person！
Bring ten centurions under your command as the core. Don't bring more. Then gather the scouts nearby to destroy the positions of the Transians and open up the road to the Black Flame Pass..
But you have to remember, just do this step！
You are the representative of the Whiptail Clan in the direction of Transia. You must cooperate with the Splitting Claw Matron to complete the occupation of Black Flame Pass and the advance towards Transia..
But if things don't go your way, remember to protect yourself.
If there is news from the Brass Fortress, you can rush to join me. If there is no news, you can go back to our territory. I have left an army there..
You take charge of them.”
“Um？”
The hunting warden looked at his chief in surprise..
Although there are few jackals who are good at thinking, those who can sit in the position of powerful warlord have some brains..
It immediately heard other flavors from the chief's words, but the old chief did not explain too much and just said briefly：
“This black disaster is different from the past. Although the main body is still a jackal, it only looks like that. I personally do not intend to consume all the elite tribesmen on this kind of thing. After all, we have to prepare for the spiritual tide in more than ten years. Be prepared when it actually comes.
That was the moment that decided life and death. To put it bluntly, that time more than ten years later was the real fifth black disaster.’.
Just remember my words, put your own safety first in everything.”
“Um.”
The hunting warden asked no more questions and watched his chief leave with a respectful attitude. Then he immediately executed the order. Almost at the same time that Chief Whiptail arrived at King Bonegnasher's camp, a group of elite hunters with great momentum also arrived. He left this large camp and rushed towards the Black Flame Pass..
Transians are in trouble.
Facing the whiptail clan's most capable warlord, that small highland may be destroyed in a few days. However, in the face of such a major event as the Black Disaster, the gains and losses of a small highland are really not worth mentioning..
When the old chief Whiptail entered the camp tremblingly with a bone cane, the chiefs and warlords of the other three big clans were discussing specific strategies..
This is not to say that the jackals launched a black disaster when their brains got hot. Although they were reckless, they were also methodical. The only thing that was uncertain at the moment was the direction of the main attack..
The old chief sat slowly in his seat.
It seems to have dozed off, but this is just a cunning trick of the cunning old man. In fact, it knows as well as the mirror..
According to the "advanced experience" of the King of Bone Grinders, if you want to get results, it is absolutely right to go to Transia. That cowardly place has been ravaged by the Black Disaster four times, and each time it was the first place to be defeated and attacked. The chiefs The map of Transia in my hand is even more detailed than the map of the Blood Eagle Clan..
But this black disaster is different after all.
It is not a desperate fight for food and the right to live. It is a war with a purpose.！
“We must go to the Brass Fortress！”
The owner of this camp, the contemporary great warlord of the Bone-gnawing clan, Gehrman Bone-gnawing king, who is known as the Bone-gnawing King, roared in a rough voice.：
“The failure of the Bone-gnawing King and the previous three Black Disasters have proven that we may gain an advantage by going to Transia, but we will also be directly attacked by the two most powerful human nations. We cannot obtain it through failure. victory.
But if we can capture the Brass Fortress, then the most prosperous peninsula on the continent will open its door to us..
Looting there will allow the Gnolls to rise quickly. The terrain of the Genoa Peninsula is also more suitable for defense. We can transfer the tribe there. In this way, the hunger problem that has plagued the Gnolls for nearly a thousand years will also be solved..”
“Don't be stupid, Hermann！”
The Splitting Claw Matron Potana, who was wearing a voodoo hood, scolded in a cold tone.：
“Even if you and all the troops we have on hand can't pry open the door of the Brass Fortress, those dwarves have turned an entire mountain into a wall to stop us. If you can move that mountain.
We've been struggling with this stupid issue for the past few days and I've had enough of your stubbornness! I have made up my mind, I will take my clan and my army to the Black Flame Pass！
you
Go wherever you like.”
“Potana! Calm down, we must unite”
The old chief Whiptail said something at the right moment..
It's like echoing when you are woken up from a nap, full of the decadent atmosphere and clichés that an old man should have..
The equally old but still very shrewd and cunning Mistress Splitclaw didn't even bother to respond to this call, but she spoke her true thoughts, which caused a strange silence in the camp that had been arguing over the past few days..
The seemingly rough Gehrman Gnaw looked at each other with the chosen priest of the Bloodscar clan. The two gnolls exchanged glances calmly, and finally the priest of the Bloodscar clan stood up and said：
“Well, since the Splitclaw clan has to shoulder the heavy responsibility of attacking Transia on its own, I won’t hide it anymore. The reason why we must go to the Brass Fortress is very simple. You should have heard some rumors recently. , about our god
News that the Great Lord of the Hunt is about to be born.”
These words made all the chiefs and high-ranking warlords widen their eyes. Even the old chief Whiptail became energetic. All eyes were focused on the Bloodscar Priest..
It paused deliberately, and then said in a more serious tone:：
“That news was released intentionally by us, it is true! My god already has entities in the subspace and the star realm, and now I only need to ignite the divine fire to ascend to the throne of god! This process is very complicated, but you can simply understand that our soldiers have to fight within the scope of the lord of the hunt..
Hunting, slaughter and war！
We must do these three things to provide enough faith power for our God.
This is why the Brass Fortress must be attacked.
Only there can our soldiers fight to their heart's content and create horrific wars. The Transians are too weak. They seem barbaric, but in fact they collapse at the first touch and cannot provide the power we need..
What Chief Herman said is not wrong either..
We couldn't capture the Brass Fortress before because the dwarves had their own gods protecting that mountain, but as long as our gods are born, it's just a Brass Fortress..
The soldiers of the Bloodscar clan will obey the command of the Bone-gnawing King this time, and the priests and I will stay in the Mossy Valley to complete the ritual of lighting the sacred fire..
Do you have any more questions?？”
There was a dead silence in the camp, and everyone was overwhelmed by the news that the god was about to be born. The jackals faced the same problem as the vampires. Although the name of a god was on their lips, they all knew that it was just a lie. Just provide a kind of psychological comfort.
But now, the fake is about to become real.
“We will definitely capture the Brass Fortress this time！”
Gehrman Bonegnasher stood up. This big jackal, who was very similar to the Bonegnasher King and even stronger than the Bonegnasher King, pounded the table and roared.：
“The wealth and power that the dwarves and halflings have accumulated over countless years will be ours! What the King of Bone Grinders has failed to do will be accomplished with our own hands! Everyone, under our leadership, the Jackals, who have been lost for a thousand years, will become great again.！”
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