The dilapidated magic lamp hung from the top of the tent, a faint dazzling glow, and the rich smell of blood filled the air, with a slight stench.

Crunch! Crunch!

After gnawing on the flesh, Habakak spat out a bit of broken bone, then threw away the blood-stained bone he was holding in both hands, and then stepped on his right foot in the iron boot, and the bone cracked.

The magic light was a little dazzling, and he looked up at the flickering light, with a hideous smile on the corner of his mouth, and then turned his head to look at the shadows in the corner, his dark green eyes glowing with cruelty.

"Since you're here, why hide your head and show your feet!"

"Good night, Chief Habakak!" The subtle spell fluctuations dissipated, and a staggered figure asked the gnoll chieftain in a respectful voice.

The look of surprise disappeared in a flash, and Habakak didn't expect the other party to know about it, and then there was an interested look in his eyes.

"Lobbyists in Edalas City? What's the matter? ”

"No, I'm not a lobbyist for Edalas City, I just want to tell you about the origin of that human heavy cavalry, and the news of a vein of fine iron."

"Haha! Ha ha! Laughter rang out, and Habakak looked at the tightly wrapped figure in front of him, and a faint coercion of life energy emerged.

"Interesting news, if I can keep you, will I get more?"

Roar!

The inexplicable howl of wolves echoed in the tent, the slightest frost condensed on the objects everywhere, and the energy in the air was like undulating waves, dispelling the faint coercion.

"Now, then, do you think you can keep me?" The old and solemn voice echoed in the ears of the gnoll chief, causing bursts of blood to roll.

"Bloodline Warlock!?" Habakak's face suddenly became solemn, he didn't expect that the person who had infiltrated the camp in front of him would be a noble bloodline warlock.

Regardless of race, as a legal professional, erudition is the foundation, they usually hold a high position within the race, perhaps human beings are different, but a legal professional is definitely a noble guest.

Bloodline Warlocks, on the other hand, are the best among the Dharma professionals, they are born with the ability to cast spells, they have no mentors, they don't need spell books, they don't need to go through rigorous training, and they can leverage the elemental energy between heaven and earth by relying on pure bloodline power and willpower.

"Then, please let me know." Habakak sat upright, staring squarely at the mysterious bloodline warlock in front of him.

"Valoran Territory, the human heavy cavalry is from Valoran Territory, and the refined iron ore vein is also in Valoran Territory!" The old voice sounded again, but if you listen carefully, you can faintly hear some helplessness.

Valoran Collar!?

Habakak looked a little puzzled, before he raided the provinces of Blackwood and Silverpine, the Koker tribe had given him some relevant news, including the Valoran Territory.

He couldn't understand why a baron's domain had such a strong heavy cavalry, and could even hold such an important material as a vein of refined iron.

When he looked back and wanted to continue asking, he found that there was still the shadow of the bloodline warlock in the tent, and his hideous face showed a thoughtful expression.

"Edalas City, Valoran Lord! Woe to the east, interesting! ”

He knew that Valoran's territory must be difficult, otherwise the other party would not have brought it up so obviously, but what he was seeking was not the territory, but the human heavy cavalry.

If you don't destroy that heavy cavalry, the Gnoll Legion won't leave Silverpine Province intact, so what will you do if your territory is invaded?

"I'm looking forward to colliding with you, what kind of confidence will make you less than two thousand people dare to face my legion!"

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Harriman Castle, an aristocratic castle in the style of a military fortress, has a thick and ancient atmosphere lingering on the towering gray walls, and the vigilant noble guards stand on the battlements, their blades reflecting the falling moonlight.

Perhaps because of the invasion of the jackals, the atmosphere of the entire castle was solemn and cold, and faint magic patterns could be faintly seen on the city wall.

In the splendid main hall, there are soft piano music echoing, and in the center of the dance floor, many young aristocrats are dancing.

Viscount Rockefeller stood on the edge of the window of the private room, looking down at the elegant banquet below, with a smug face.

"The Harriman family, always the Harriman family! It will not change its status because of the rise of other nobles in the Northlands. ”

"You said yes? Uncle Atley. Rockefeller looked at the silver-haired old man who had returned behind him, and said with a soft smile.

"Yes, the Harriman family will always stand." Butler Atley lowered his head slightly and said respectfully, but there was a faint worry in the depths of his eyes.

"I've completed the task you've assigned, it's up to the Gnoll Legion's choice."

"Those orcs and brutes will make the right choice, and the city of Edalas will not be so easy to attack." Rockefeller raised the wine glass on the mahogany shelf on the right, and the rippling wine reflected in his expression.

"I'll go down and talk to my friend, and ask Uncle Atley to keep an eye on the other side of the wall."

Butler Atley watched Rockefeller disappear into the room, his deep eyes full of helplessness, and finally turned into a soft sigh.

As the grand steward of the Harriman family, he shouldn't have cared about this, but Rockefeller's performance and the silence of Valoran Collar made him have a lot of sorrow.

"Lord Raphael, I don't know if you made the right choice."

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The sky was not yet fully bright, a touch of night was left in the sky, the white moon rings hung faintly, and the dim starlight dotted the gray sky.

Somewhere on the hill, Clay and Sgar were sleeping next to each other, drooling drools down the dragonlizard's neck, causing Sgar to shake his body from time to time.

Click! Click!

The sound of horses' hooves, like a torrential rain, woke up the yodeler, rubbing his eyes with his hands, and he saw the man and complained, "What is this, little one?" It's not dawn yet. ”

"Lord Kree, the Gnoll Legion has moved, and its exact whereabouts are unknown." Gregory dismounted and bowed, his hard face full of solemnity.

“？？？” Kree was a little puzzled, but he quickly realized that these wild orc races actually gave up the food to their mouths and chose their targets again?

"Let's go, release the scouts, and be sure to know where they're next." Kree has a bad premonition, it's his instinct that something bad is about to happen.

A day later, on the gentle gallop high on the road, Kree looked at the rapidly moving army of gnolls not far away, his face as black as a pot.

"Damn, these guys are targeting Valoran Territory!"

If it wasn't clear at the time of the initial follow, but now, with only one territory, Valoran, the Gnoll Legion's route forward, then it's obvious.

"Shall we send someone to the town of Irwindale to inform you?" Gregory also said helplessly, the Gnoll Legion was forcing them to make a choice.

Is it a head-on collision? Or will it slowly encroach until the Gnoll Legion invades Valoran's territory?