This sandy land on the east bank is occupied by tribal towns, and the remaining half of the sandy land is still in its natural state.

From time to time, murderous lake creatures and even lord-level creatures fight on the shore, and it is one of the places where the town needs to be on guard at all times.

Here, the Whitefish Man jumped off the wall and headed east.

This route is the direction to the territory of the Lightning Lizard.

Before leaving the tribe for a while, the Whitefish People still need to take care of the only threat to the tribe in the dense forests on the east coast, the power of the Lightning Lizards.

Otherwise, the Whitefish people will not be able to leave with peace of mind.

At the speed of the white fishman, it only took a few minutes to cross the boundary line with the territory of the lightning lizard.

The boundaries between the Nightkin Tribal Realm and the Lightning Lizard Realm are not clearly demarcated, and they are both in the same dense forest, and the Lightning Lizard simply declares its territory by its biological scent.

Usually, the Whitefish People even explained that the tribesmen tried to stay away from the territory of the lightning lizard when hunting.

This East Coast No. 1 race needs to be treated with care.

Standing at the boundary, with the current perception of the white fish people, they could more clearly feel the aura of the irascible creatures left in the dense forest opposite.

There was also a cheerful sound of flowing water coming from the dense forest opposite.

There is a stream in the lizard's collar that feeds the water, so it's no wonder they don't use the shore of the lake to fetch water at the driest times.

"Is there a special ability to spit lightning...... the white fishman whispered, and his four-meter-tall body crawled down and entered the lightning lizard collar in the most stealthy and sensitive way of a four-limbed reptile.

......

The sun was shining in the dense forest, but it was said that Scar, with ten heavily armed fish-man warriors, had arrived in the Valley of the Gnolls.

The valley where the jackals are located is not small, and there is a green meadow that is rare in the dense forest, and the natural environment is very good.

It's just that the jackals don't like to take care of it, and the originally beautiful valley has become dirty and smelly, and the corners of the valley are full of dry bones and some unburied biological entrails.

"Captain Bluestone, why are you here! Come and sit down. "In the middle of the valley, the gnoll patriarch Hogg, who was basking in the sun on a flat boulder, jumped up.

Scar was not polite, and asked the fish-man warriors to stand on guard around him, and walked straight to Hogg and sat down.

"Don't call me head in the future, the establishment of the goblin slave group has been canceled by His Holiness. Scar spoke.

"What? By the way, why didn't the Jackal Warriors come back today, Seg and they ......"

"Could it be that yesterday's battle against the Setters to the north failed?" Hogg's face turned ugly.

Hogg also thought that fifty of the elite gnolls archers who had trained in the big fish-man town had been killed.

These are the fifty most elite warriors in the tribe.

With the loss of these warriors, the power of the clan was reduced by at least half.

"Patriarch Hogg, you're thinking too much. Seeing Hogg's thoughts, Scar grinned and reached out to pat Hogg's broad shoulder.

The height of two meters and four is not much different from that of a standing gnolver Hogg even when he is sitting.

"Hogg, I'm here today on behalf of His Holiness to invite you and your people to officially join the Nightkin tribe. ”

"His Holiness said, Hogg, as the patriarch, if you lead your clan to join the tribe on your own initiative, you will immediately be given the status of a first-class clansman, and the first-class clan is a class equal to mine. Scar said straight into the opening.

Hogg digested the information in a few words and said in a daze, "Then Saig they are ......"

"Yes, you guessed it, they've joined the Nightkin tribe. Scar was pleased with Hogg's reaction speed.

Compared with the bravery of the Gnoll Saige, the Gnoll Patriarch is not only physically stronger than Hogg, but also has a little more wisdom as a patriarch.

If you hand it over to the Venerable for a few days to train and ask the chief craftsman Rig to give him a strong bow equipped with exclusive arm strength, he may not become a quasi-lord-level combat force.

The most powerful creature with the strongest bow, the most important part is the bowstring.

In order to create a powerful bow, the white fishmen searched several times, and finally confirmed that the thickest animal tendon in each mountain deer was the most suitable raw material for making a strong bow bowstring.

The bow and arrow of the average fish-man warrior only needs two tendons, while the gnoll archer can generally draw a strong bow made of four or more tendons.

SEG's strong bow is specially made by Rig, and compared to the ordinary gnoll with a strong bowstring that only needs to be made with five animal tendons, SEG's exclusive strong bow uses a full nine.

The power of the bow and arrows fired by the Saige's exclusive strong bow is already able to pose a threat to the lord, and the anesthetic toxin is smeared on the arrows, which is also worthy of the title of jackal poison awarded by the Venerable.

Scar looked at Hog's stronger frame than Saige's, especially the muscles of his upper arms, which looked like they were about to explode.

To make an exclusive strongbow that meets Hogg's needs, it will cost at least a dozen tendons.

Speaking of which, he hadn't seen the gnoll patriarch make a move, and Scar's heart itched, thinking about fighting Hogg later.

Scar had thought Hogg needed some time to think.

Unexpectedly, only a moment later, the gnoll Hogg took a deep breath and spoke.

"Trouble Bluestone Leader...... Brother Bluestone told me what a first-class tribesman is. ”

Scar grinned for the second time today, this Hogg had a temper with himself!

Then he patiently explained to Hogg the hierarchy of the people that the Whitefish People had just issued yesterday.

"I choose to join the Nightkin Tribe......" After listening to the detailed explanation of the Whitefish Man, Hogg chose to take the initiative to join the Nightkin Tribe.

The remaining fifty or so gnolls are mostly females, and all of them choose to join the Nightkin tribe with Hogg without exception.

"Then pack up and follow me back to the tribe. Scar got up.

Having completed His Holiness's task perfectly, Scar was in a good mood and temporarily forgot the idea of fighting Hogg.

In a dozen minutes, the mighty team began to march towards the big fish-man town.

At the same time, further south in the Gnoll Valley, in the territory of the Cold Moon Goblin Clan.

"Boom!" a loud explosion rang out.

The goblin warriors in the crypt felt the ground shake.

Thankfully, the underground world built by the goblins was strong enough that there were no terrible landslides.

"Ciri, what the hell are you doing?!" The always calm goblin patriarch Rhys couldn't help but rush angrily to a room in the corner of a crypt.

"Hahaha, I made it!"

"Patriarch, I've succeeded, this thing I found is a treasure, now I have a chance to get the master back!" a young goblin ran out of the room laughing and running wildly.

This young goblin is none other than the current chief craftsman of the Nightkin tribe, and the only disciple of Rig, the goblin blacksmith Ciri.