Huangyan Gang, a bare rocky hill near the Flame Mountains, is a place where resources are scarce, not even short shrubs, and only occasionally a cluster of withered yellow weeds can be seen still struggling in the harsh environment.

At this moment, a group of ugly-looking gnolls with hyena heads gathered together undisciplinedly, looking at the clown-like guy on the high platform, not knowing what he was going to do.

The leader of the gnolls, Warwick, sat on a table, and was about to give an ambitious lecture to his insectivorous tribe - if you add up the old, weak, sick and disabled, there are less than 100 adult combatants to be called a tribe.

He sat without an image, wearing tattered armor that he had scavenged from an unknown human adventurer, perhaps due to the lack of food in Huangyan Gang, as the leader, his physique was not very strong, and this armor that seemed to be only the size of an ordinary human model was actually a little loose for him.

He scratched at his reddish-gray dirty fur as he pondered how to speak. The dry weather and the constant hunger pangs in his stomach made him very irritable.

Warwick raised one of his skinny arms and grabbed his armpits with the other, so that even in armor, he could clearly see the ribs in front of his chest.

More than ten seconds later, he grabbed a tick the size of a soybean from the tangled miscellaneous hair, its mouthparts went deep under the skin, sucking blood and sucking it round, and when it was pulled out, a red streak could be seen.

"I'm so hungry that I still suck my blood."

Warwick muttered, a sneer crossed his grim eyes, and the next second he threw the worm directly into his mouth, and the mouthparts, joints, and hard shell shattered under its sharp teeth, and chewed with a clattering sound.

Warwick frowned, the parasite didn't taste good, one could even say disgusting.

But in this wasteland where food is scarce, if you want to survive, you must eat everything you can eat.

In fact, the entire tribe of gnolls does this, with mothers scratching lice for their children and sending them to their mouths when they catch them, even if it doesn't fill their bellies.

But more than ten years ago, it was not called an insectivorous tribe at that time, but a wolf tooth tribe.

They have a territory of their own near the inner perimeter in southern Xinjiang, which is rich in resources, and a small river flows through the territory. At that time, the Wolftooth tribe did not lack food, and every meal was red meat, and the cubs grew strong from an early age, and when they reached adulthood, they were brave warriors.

The entire Wolf Tooth Tribe has a population of more than 1,000, not to mention the overlord of that territory, but if other clans and tribes want to fight their ideas, they will have to pay some price.

Until one night, a large group of even more cruel and ferocious animals suddenly arrived, and they washed away the camp of the Wolffang tribe, killing them to the point of abandoning their armor, not only occupying the rich land there, but also driving them out.

Many clans took the opportunity to fall into the well and chased and beat the wolftooth tribe, and after several tosses, the wolftooth tribe came to Huangyangang, a place where birds don't.

Warwick picked up the stone axe and knocked on the platform.

"If we don't find another source of food, we may not survive this summer." Warwick said hoarsely.

Just one sentence makes all the gnolls turn green.

They were so hungry that the last of the green-skinned goblins had been eaten by them the day before yesterday, and even the bones were under the sharp wolf fangs, turning into bone stubble and being swallowed into their stomachs.

"I don't know if anyone remembers the name of the Wolf Tooth Tribe," Warwick let out a low growl, and some of the old gnolls frowned, as if searching for the glory of the past in their memories.

"More than ten years ago, the great Wolf Tooth tribe was the master of Kazarin, we slaughtered deer and horses, ate meat at once, dwarfs and goblins were our slaves, Steppenwolf was our mount, our warriors were enough to make the orcs fearful, we were invincible, even the ogres had to fear us!"

"That was the most glorious time for the great Wolf Tooth Tribe, but now, we can only eat and wait for death in the barren Huangyan Gang! If this were spread to other tribes, the ferocious gnolls would live by eating insects, and even the weak humans would laugh at us. ”

Warwick bared his teeth, the remnants of the bloodsucking tick between his teeth.

"I've had enough of days like this!"

A small gnolll suddenly stood up: "Do you want us to go back to Kazarin?" We can't beat those ferocious monsters! ”

"Yes, the Wolf Tooth Tribe couldn't beat them ten years ago, not to mention us who eat insects, now we go back and just send them to death!"

"What a bunch of idiots!" Warwick's wolf teeth glared at him, flashing with a fierce light, "Could it be that the worms have worn away the savage ferocity in the blood of the gnolls?" ”

"Kazarin we must fight back, but not now!"

A kind of gnoll waited silently, knowing that the Warwick leader must have something else to do.

Sure enough, he continued a few seconds later.

"I got word that two baby dragons came to the west of us, and a pack of ferocious wolverines attacked them last night, and luckily the baby dragons are still there, but I'm sure they're definitely so badly injured that they can't even fly away!"

Warwick let out a scream, yellow saliva running down his teeth and landing on the stone platform with a "tick-tock" sound, thinking of a possible dragon slaying, he couldn't help but stick out his barbed tongue and suck.

"But that's a dragon! How can there be creatures in this world that are opponents of dragons! Another weak gnoll raised his question.

"Rubbish! Idiot! Warwick shouted, "No matter how powerful the dragon is, it will have to be an adult, and the two dragons on the west side are just young dragons, and they look much bigger!" Not to mention, they may have been seriously injured, and now, our best chance is! ”

"My father told me that dragon meat is the most delicious food in the world, and it was they who luckily met a dying young dragon decades ago that led to the rise of the great Wolf Tooth Tribe!"

"Young dragons, it's just food!"

"Today, we're going to slay the dragon!"

There was an awkward silence, and the impassioned speech of the leader Warwick did not give them a kind of enthusiasm called blood boiling, after all, dragons were invincible to them, and the slaying of dragons was too shocking.

"A bunch of idiots! We don't have any way back! ”

"Don't let the cowardice of your hearts overshadow the true nature of the gnolls!"

"Remember, we are wolves, the most ferocious (hungry) wolves!"

"Now, take your weapons, target the underground gnomes a kilometer away, let's devour every bit of their flesh, gnaw every bone of them, and when we have eaten and drunk enough, we will go and slay the dragon!"

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PS: Red Dragons are about to start having their own dependents.

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