After negotiating Noah's weapon with Round Roll, Tagio suddenly found himself in a state of nowhere to do again. It's just that it's a matter of checking information and instructing things.

After dealing with two things, Tagio's chest, which had been aching from Noah's fluttering, seemed to finally recover a little. Although the pain is still there, it is not so strong anymore.

Pinching his chin and thinking for a moment, it will be a new week from tomorrow, and the two lair buildings that Tagio currently owns will be refilled.

At best, this will be the first leap forward for this small force with Tagio. At worst, it means that there will be more than a dozen more mouths to eat under Tagio's hands.

As soon as he thought of this, Tagio, who had never thought about these things, couldn't help but feel a little brain-pained. However, for the sake of his own peace of mind instead of carrying out the stupid thing of recruitment, Tagao still can't do it.

With Tagao's character, it is impossible for him to be one of the lone mercenaries described in most novels. The experience of serving in pLa has made Tagao more accustomed to living in a large group. Moreover, it is certainly easier to mingle in this strange world, which is theoretically supposed to be Azeroth, and to have a self-centered collective than a lone ranger.

After steadying his feelings, Tagao lay down again and prepared to rest. Since tomorrow there are many things that I have never experienced before, but I can't escape, waiting to be dealt with by myself.

Then, the safest way is to take a good rest and recuperate enough energy.

With this in mind, Tagio honestly closed his eyes, prepared to get a good night's sleep, and then woke up early tomorrow morning to meet those challenges of his own.

However, some kind of supreme will is clearly not prepared to let Tagio rest now.

The thing had just closed its eyes and lay down for a while, when this small room dedicated to Tagao was gently pushed open from the outside. Later, a slightly slender figure cautiously touched in.

The figure crept into the room, not carrying any lighting utensils. However, the darkness of the room did not seem to affect the man's movements. Softly closing the door, he made his way to the edge of Tagio's bed with smooth and almost silent movements.

Standing on the edge of the bed, the figure seemed to hesitate slightly. Then, as if he had made up his mind, he clenched his fist lightly and climbed onto Tagio's bed.

It's all been touched to bed, and if Tageo doesn't react, he's really stupid. However, Tagio, who realized that someone had touched the bed, did not jump up from the bed and draw a knife and slash, as a certain big man once did.

Because, from the moment the figure touched the room, it had already sensed that someone had touched it. Moreover, this product also immediately thought of who the person who came in was touched.

To be honest, there were so many things that happened this night that Tagio just remembered that a certain soft girl had made an appointment with him to come and help him clean up his room or something at night.

Ahem, it's all this time, put on a posture of a little devil entering the village and carefully touch it to clean up the room, are you bluffing the calf?

Well, after adding a soft pillow anyway, Tagio didn't admit that it was the most comfortable night he'd ever slept on.

What? Do you think something is missing?

Please, your chest is still recovering, and some exercises that are good for your body and mind should be saved for the time being. Anyway, the girls took the initiative to crawl over, are you afraid that there will be no chance?

Just as Tagao was holding the warm fragrant nephrite in his arms, enjoying one of the most comfortable sleeps he had ever had.

North of Dagger Ridge, cross the town of Yuexi, which has been voluntarily abandoned by humans, and follow the already somewhat dilapidated loess road all the way north, near the Dumont Mine in the middle of the Western Wilderness, which is the main gathering place of the Riverpaw Gnolls.

There was another group of creatures who were also having a party where eating and drinking were the main content. And the main members of this party are the gnolls who have already had several conflicts with Tagio.

Now these gnolls, who can be called humanoid intelligent creatures, are gathering around the campfires, munching on freshly cooked barbecue meat and shouting at each other, only they know what it means.

As for the source of these low-quality barbecues, some are wild boars or mountain dogs endemic to the western wilderness, others are fish-people roaming off the coast of Long Beach, and the last ones are better.

Jump away from these east groups, and the west is a bunch of low-level characters who are burying their heads in the feast.

Continuing to move the perspective, in a large tent that looked a little more upscale, several more robust gnolls were sitting around enjoying some obviously more high-grade food, and in addition to the food, these jackals, who looked like boss-level characters, were also holding a bottle of wine in their hands.

Of course, these high-end wines in glass bottles cannot be produced by themselves. It was they who succeeded in looting a transport ship that ran aground near Long Beach and then forced its way into the beach. As for the hapless sailors and passengers, all but a few escaped with neat legs and feet, and the rest were all outside.

It was precisely because of the successful ransacking of such a transport ship that Takeout successfully harvested a small farm. These jackals will gather at this time and have a party of nonsense Hesse.

Seeing that all of these gnolls were almost half drunk, it was clear that such a party had been going on for a while. It's just that in such a circle of drunken gnolls, there is a guy who looks a little different. This is the largest of the leader-level gnolls in such a circle.

However, what seems a little out of proportion to the guy's massive size is the guy's movements.

Compared to the people around who are used to going straight and yelling and acting roughly. The guy's demeanor was a little more urbane, and the guy's eyes looked more like an intelligent creature with a brain than a beast that only knew how to obey instinct. There is no doubt that this rather unusual-looking gnolls is the highest-ranking brain in the entire riverpaw jackal colony.

For the Riverpaw Gnolls, this kind, which seemed to have become intelligent overnight, was undoubtedly the wisest and greatest leader they had ever seen. It was under this fellow's leadership that the Riverpaw Gnoll swelled from a small gnolll settlement to a behemoth that unified all the gnolls of the Wild West.

And, under the leadership of this guy with quite a few magical abilities, the Riverpaw Gnoll not only flew to complete its own unity. At the same time, they began to swallow up the spheres of influence of other races in the western wilderness.

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