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“………… I didn't understand the translation at all............"

Although he couldn't hear the language of the jackal at all, he was also a sapient creature after all, and Iger could tell from the old shaman's tearful eyes that this guy was definitely scolding him angrily, and maybe he was also accusing himself of why he was attacking women and children.

Who cares?

On the battlefield, Iger has realized that either you die or I die! What's more, if the little mage really fell into the hands of these guys, he would be skinned and cooked and enjoyed as a fine delicacy. These unscrupulous gnolls are a virtue with their close relatives, the mud-clawed gnolls, and they don't have any burden at all about eating human flesh or anything.

Putting aside the cheap sympathy in his heart, he quickly gathered the fire element in the air that had not yet dissipated, and the fireball technique came out at hand, aiming directly at the surviving old shaman of the river claw, this time the old patriarch failed to survive, and after inserting a healing totem in front of him, he was directly blown away by the fireball technique of the basin, and the blood was sprinkled on the spot...... Without the support of the shamanic elemental power, the healing totem simply sent a miniature healing wave to the surrounding gnolls, and then quickly dissipated into the air.

The gnoll warriors, who had lost their collars, began to make a final charge towards Egg, and he conveniently unleashed several arcane missiles to harvest the lives of these basically bloody gnolling warriors. Then, without stopping, he turned his attention to the gnolls "civilians" who had "survived" and were not affected by the firestorm, until they were all killed...... At this point, this small river-clawed jackal colony has been completely erased.

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He sighed as he chopped off the paws he used to receive the bounty one by one. Although I have a certain awareness, I have never been able to completely let go. He applauded his ruthlessness, but he struggled with his cowardice, especially when he had to chop off the claws of the apparently cub gnoll. It is written on the Western People's Army sign that the claws of the gnolls can be exchanged for half the coins of the adult gnolls......

Most of the supplies in this small village, along with their owners, have disappeared completely, but some food can still be found in those places that have not been touched by the flames. In fact, Egger came out of Sentinel Ridge. He really wanted to fight for some rations for the westerners, but when he saw the reserve grain depots of these jackals, he was completely disgusted......

Tree bark, grass roots, unknown tubers, are a good indication that these gnolls are truly omnivorous. That's all, stinky fish and stinky shrimp. Large mussel shells, small bird carcasses, vertebrae of unknown animals, and something very similar to a human skull that Iger could recognize, as well as pieces of flesh that had been cut out of nowhere. I don't know who the original owner is, and I don't know if it's human. Can this grain really be eaten?

Iger could only add a fire to the messy reserve rations. The idea of snatching food from the wolf's mouth will naturally go bankrupt!

If you do this a few times, maybe you will be wanted by the Gnolls, right? It's like Hogg is to Westsprings! He felt a little psychologically burdened. It was decided to leave these gnolls related to the land dispute to the westerners to take care of themselves. Anyway, after doing this vote, his Gnoll series of tasks should be more than enough to complete, and killing it again is to exchange for more money, which is not worth it. After making this decision, he was in a slightly better mood, so he can avoid it in the future......

In a wilderness far from the settlement, he found an uninhabited hut and settled down again. Here, not far from the Jangorod Mine!

Before, on the corpse of the old shaman, a blue card was drawn, but unfortunately this card was a one-star, young priestess, neutral one-star blue follower card.

1-star 2-1 standard stature, the effect is at the end of the round, a random follower +1 health maximum. In aggro decks, the popularity is extremely high, especially for aggro warlocks, and it is almost certain that there must have been two young priestesses. Maybe it's not a particularly good B, but it's a card that can accumulate an advantage, and can increase the health limit of allies a little bit per turn, which can make it easier for your low-health aggro followers to gain a foothold, and at the same time, you can use 2 attack damage to exchange with your opponent at any time, which is very good.

There's not much to say about this card, and a lot of aggro decks like to bring it, so there's a reason for that, so I won't talk about it here.

The physical card in Egger's hand, because there is no so-called round concept, the special effect naturally changes: when summoning the young priestess, all the followers who have been summoned will have a maximum of +1 vitality, and this effect will only take effect once.

This is equivalent to changing the ability to a warcry, which works once when summoned, but this time it can be plural, and it can be effective for all followers (except for the young priestess herself), which is worthy of her status as a blue card, ninetbsp; ……

Speechless! It actually made people get off the horse!

The mage narrowed his eyes, and the row of things in front of him really made him hesitate for a moment. What did he see?

A row of heads, a row of heads stuck in sharpened sticks!

It's a bit of a ritual, but it's clearly very cautionary. The corpses of the original owners of the skulls were indiscriminately discarded under the erected sticks, where vultures were already pecking at their entrails, and some of them had hoes on them, suggesting that they were supposed to be western farmers, and some of them had broken swords, which is intriguing......

It is possible that the deceased was a Western People's Army, or it is very likely that they were free mercenaries with a similar identity to Egger. After analyzing it, he was biased towards the latter, because judging from the clothes of the corpses with broken swords, they did not have the typical dress of the Western People's Army, but it did not look like the style of the western side, and it was rather chaotic. Iger couldn't tell from the swollen and deformed heads of the sticks whether these people were mercenaries who had a relationship with him, and even if his face wasn't deformed, he didn't seem to have such a good memory.

Wrath?

Not at all! If anger is the most useful, what do you want the police to do?

In this world, violence and force are still the main theme. If these people are free mercenaries, then they must have taken over the task of recovering the mines, dying for money and birds for food. They failed, so the skull pestle is here, and rightfully so.

If Iger fails, his head will also be sharpened with sticks, pestles in a most prominent place, and there may even be Diafi thieves banging gongs and drums muttering everywhere: "Look, we've killed a mage!" His name is ...... It doesn't matter what he's called, he's a mage anyway! We also blasted his with sticks! ”

This is the law of the world, the loser, lose a qiē, and even the right to dispose of the corpse is handed over to others!

Humanitarian? Only the victor is qualified to talk about humanity!

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Under the scorching sun, the sun scorched the earth as if it were mocking, and some of the heads on the sticks were still fresh, some of them were clearly plugged in earlier, and they began to rot. The stench attracts the notorious vultures, which sing the death knell and fall in flocks to peck at the carrion. In the grass not far away, two Diafi sentries kept an eye on the situation in the vicinity......

With his powerful network of spiritual power, Egger showed them in advance, but he couldn't help but make a move. It's easy to kill them, but it's easier to startle them.

He cautiously bypassed the outpost and sneaked in the direction of the Jangorod Mine. Although he didn't drink expensive invisibility potions, his long-term experience as a mercenary allowed him to at least learn some stealth knowledge, which could not be called a skill, but it was very practical. At least, the Diafi thieves who were busy working didn't show him.

It's busy, like a noisy construction site, it's busy, and it's orderly. Today was supposed to be a trading day, so Iger was lucky enough to see the cave in full swing......

The kobolds' collusion with the Diafi Brotherhood is no longer news. In fact, after the Brotherhood has departed from its earlier purpose, they have degenerated enough to collude with any evil force that serves their cause. The same is true of the South Sea Thieves, the same is true of the unwelcome team of warlocks, and the same is true of these kobolds.

Kobolds are the most dedicated and passionate about the mining industry, and they are also the best miners, although ore finishing is no longer good at all, but the efficiency of barewheel mining is absolutely first-class. The Brotherhood took a fancy to this, they had three major mines, all of which were rich ores, and they used these rich ore veins as a base to melt some of the ore mined into usable steel, and some of it was sold directly to the South Sea Pirates at a low price, so that they could sell it at a high price by sea to supplement the Brotherhood's increasingly tight expenses.

But the three bonanzas had to be mined at the same time, and their manpower was not enough, so they cooperated with the kobolds. They provide food, clothing, and weapons in exchange for the kobolds' labor output. Kobolds can trade their ore for the Brotherhood, food, drink, and even women with the ore they dig out!

Don't mind, kobolds also have a day when they are tired of female kobolds, and although their aesthetics are disabled, they are very good for human women. Where there is demand, there is trade, just as there is no buying and selling, there is no killing.

With the permission of the Brotherhood, many kobolds entered the Jangorod Mine and began their gold rush dreams! As long as they are diligent and lucky, they can not only get enough food, clothes to keep warm, simple weapons and equipment, tempting wine supplies, and even if they can dig up special deposits, they can also trade those precious stones, white jade, jade, crystals and other high-value goods to the Brotherhood in exchange for some women, some authentic western human women.

It's just that these women of unknown origin are usually tied up to death, and even their chins are removed to prevent them from biting their tongues and committing suicide!