"Yes, yes my lord, since I opened my wisdom, I wish I could speak the lingua franca all at once. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info" the jackal hurriedly explained.

"Tell us about yourself, then." Locke said as he held his hands in his arms, reached out with one hand and touched his chin.

"Lords, I am Norris Greyskin, and I come from the Grayskins Clan, who originally lived in the western part of the Tirisfal Glades. Some time ago, a group of mages dressed in black robes visited us, but we did not welcome them, so they killed our chief with evil spells. ”

The gnolls cautiously observed the expressions of the High Lords Mograine and Locke.

"Go on!" Millers reached out and tapped him on the head.

"Yes! Yes!" The gnolls shrank their heads, then continued, "They used evil spells to kill our chieftain, and our high priest summoned the gods of our faith, only to be easily killed by them. Then under the noses of all of us, these black-robed mages resurrected our chiefs and high priests and made us obey them. ”

"Those black-robed mages, they let us exhume corpses from mass graves outside human villages and towns all over Tirisfa, and then resurrected them using sorcery to make us their servants and laborers. Many of their tribesmen were killed by them and then resurrected. ”

"Then we came here, and you guys came here after a few days of digging."

The Gnoll briefly recounted the story.

"It seems that the Scourge are eager to expand their forces in Tirisfa, is that good news or bad news?" Locke thought to himself.

"Anything else missing?" Scarface asked.

"No more!" The gnoll man said honestly.

"Great Lord, what about this gnoll?" Locke stepped forward and asked.

The High Lord didn't reply, he looked at the gnolls and thought, if Abydis or Ethanlien were here, they would do this? I'm afraid I'll just kill him, right?

The druids are also a relatively powerful organization, if you kill him, will it cause some unnecessary trouble? What would the Night Elves think about this?

If Locke had known the Great Lord's thoughts, he would have scoffed.

Not everyone who uses druid spells is a druid, and it's hard to say whether the Druid Council will recognize the identity of this gnoll, not to mention that the Night Elves will be at odds with a Lordaeron human because of a gnoll? This is obviously impossible.

"Grayskin?" Locke tried to call the gnoll by name.

"What do you command, my lord?" Gnoll Grayskin bowed to Locke and said.

This gnoll man's intelligence is really high, and he can understand the interpersonal relationships of the humans around him by passing the customs, and he can learn and use it, which is basically out of the scope of the beast and into the category of civilization.

"What spell do you know? Come and unleash one for me. "Locke has never seen a druid since he came to this world, and he has no similar spells, and now he finally has the opportunity to see what life spells look like.

"Your Lordship, as you wish." The gnoll bowed his head deeply.

Locke felt even more weird in his heart, if this guy wasn't wearing the skin of a gnoll, he would really think he was a human.

Millers drew his dagger, stepped forward and cut the rope from Grayskin's hand, and whispered to him, "If I were you, you wouldn't want to play any tricks." Did you hear me clearly? Gnoll"

The gnoll rubbed his wrist and said with a chirp, "Don't worry, don't worry, I still want to live well." ”

With that, he stretched out his claws to Millers.

"What for?!" Millers asked, glaring at him.

"Please give me my staff, without it my ability to communicate with the gods of nature will be weakened." Gnoll Grayskin explained.

Millers kept his voice low, muttering something in his mouth, and then tossed the dead branch in his hand to the gnoll.

"High Lord, Major Locke, stand back a bit, and beware of this gnolloll." Millers still didn't worry about the gnolls, he felt that these gnolls were unreliable from the beginning, and if it wasn't for Scarface to bring them, he would have killed this thing a long time ago.

"It's out of the way, it's just a gnoll, it's okay." Locke waved at Millers, signaling him not to be nervous.

It's just a gnoll, he has killed countless in his last life, what kind of ability they have, Locke knows very well. Even in this real world, maybe Locke in the past would be worried because of his lack of strength, but now he should be worried about the jackals.

The gnoll took his staff, and he fumbled in his hand for a moment, then closed his eyes, and began to make a humming sound from his mouth, this time not in the lingua franca.

Scarface became a little nervous, he stood in front of the Great Lord and Locke, and at the same time he was a little angry, this gnoll man dares to play tricks?! It was obviously a spell in the lingua franca just now.

Then a shocking scene appeared, the jackal instantly lay on the ground, his body began to shrink slowly, his head was lowered, his ears began to grow significantly, and his mouth began to become like other canine creatures, turning into a long mouth, and a thick layer of gray fur began to emerge from his body, and he became a gray coyote!

With its big gray fluffy tail, it spun around in front of the person, as if to show off something, and then squatted up like a dog.

"How? Your Excellency? Is this spell okay for me? Grayskin turned into a coyote, and he sat down on the ground, his long, pointed ears twitching, and he spat out a lingua franca with his long mouth. Behind him, his big furry tail was still sweeping the ground, and it was clear that Grayskin was in a good mood, and he was happy with his transformation spell.

Millers was stunned! His mouth was open, and his eyes were bulging outward, almost popping out of his sockets.

Scarface was also surprised, but he held back his surprise, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, as long as there was no threat, otherwise his own guilt would be great.

High Lord Mograini didn't react more, as the high-ranking commander of the Silver Hand, he had seen the night elf druids from Darnassus, and they all had the magic of transformation.

It's just that seeing this transformed gnoll, the Great Lord's heart may be even more complicated, and at the same time, how to deal with him has become a thorny problem.

As for Locke, one side is surprised, and the other side is accident.

He originally thought that this gnoll would only have some simple druid spells, such as rejuvenation, anger and other simple spells. But I didn't expect this gnoll to turn into a leopard, probably because he was a gnoll, and instead of a leopard, he turned out to be a coyote.

Druid spells are also truly magical.

Locke saw that the Great Lord was silent, and he didn't know what the Great Lord thought, so he had to continue to talk nonsense with this gnoll.

"Grayskin, huh? This spell is very good. Locke admitted.

The gnoll's tail began to wag rapidly, and it was clear that he was in a good mood.

"But!" Locke stunted, and the gnoll's wagging tail was interrupted by this one, and the tail fell straight to the ground.

"But what? Your Excellency? The gnolls were not calm, and the coyote stood up from the ground and looked at Locke with his head raised.

The coyote's inquiring eyes looked at Locke, making Locke very strange.

"However, it will not help us, we do not have to keep you, it will cause turmoil in our ranks." Locke shook his head and frightened, "Our soldiers don't have a good opinion of you gnolls and robbers. ”

"Wait, lord." The gnoll hurriedly lifted the spell, and in an instant he was back to the gnoll man walking upright.

"First of all, I'm different from my kind, and secondly, I have other roles, and I'm able to recover from my injuries." The gnoll hurriedly argued.

He begged Millus to put a wound on his body, regardless of the size, and it seemed that the gnoll had fought it out completely in order to survive.

Millers just cut a small wound in his paw.

The gnoll hurriedly closed his eyes, he began to chant the incantation in the lingua franca, and soon the green natural energy appeared on his hands, spinning in his hands, some green energy entered his wound, and the wound began to heal gradually, and in a moment it was back to itself.

"Look!" He stretched out his furry paws for Locke and the Grand Lord to see.

Locke shook his head.

"It's nothing, compared to your spells, we paladins and priests will use holy light to heal injuries, and the effect is no worse than your spells."

However, it should be no problem for the gnolla to treat the soldier's injuries, Locke thought to himself.

"I, I, I," the gnoll scratched his ears and cheeks in a hurry, "I can still help plants grow!" ”

"Oh?" Now the big lord is also a little unsettled.

The gnoll looked down on the ground, and soon he found a tranquilizing flower seedling.

He squatted down and placed his furry paws on top of the flower seedlings, green energy began to appear on the paws, and they slowly seeped into the flower seedlings of the Tranquility Flower, and the flower seedlings began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the petals of the Tranquility Flower began to bloom continuously and then fall, and then blossomed and fell again, and the branches began to grow until they grew into an adult Tranquility Flower.

Maybe this spell was a bit draining, or maybe it was because of the continuous release of so many spells, the gnolls were obviously a little sluggish.

He looked up at the Grand Lord and Locke.

The High Lord turned his head and exchanged glances with Locke, who nodded at him.

High Lord Mograine coughed, then said, "Okay, in that case, let's imprison this gnolla first." ”

The gnolls slackened when they heard this, and he bowed and thanked the High Lord and Locke.

The guards behind him took the order and pressed the gnolls into the distance.

"Look out for him! It was not good for the soldiers to abuse him, and food was delivered regularly every day. Locke commanded in a loud voice from behind.

"Soldiers, you have made a meritorious service now!" When the gnolls were gone, Locke had a happy smile on his face.

The Great Lord's originally serious face also smiled, and he praised the soldiers.

"You guys are very good, this jackal has a lot of use. You will be duly rewarded for it. ”

Hearing the praise of the Great Lord and Locke, Millers had already closed his mouth excitedly, and although Scarface was also excited, it was only the scar on his face that moved, and then there was no other reaction.