Bloodfang, the leader of the gnolls who calls himself the Wilderness Killer, feels that things have not been going well lately.

Although there is inexplicably another nickname of "Blood Shadow Wandering in the Wilderness", this nickname sounds like it describes those necromancers, how can you describe him?

He, Bloody Fang, a rare existence of wisdom and courage in the Gnoll Clan! Even the current waste Gnoll Chief is just a fool who only knows how to kill, kill, eat, how can he be compared to him?

Bloodtooth sincerely felt that as long as he sat in that position, he could make the gnolls develop better, instead of just a predator roaming the wilderness like now.

The status on the continent is inferior to even those more rude ogres!

However, the strength of the gnoll man is supreme, and the blood fang thinks that he is strong, but compared to the big chief of the gnoll with developed limbs, it is still too much worse.

As a defeated, of course, he was not reconciled, so he prayed with great devotion to the god who belonged to the Gnolls, the god who had long since been forgotten.

The prayer was successful, and His Majesty the Evil God descended, and then unceremoniously assigned various tasks to Bloodfang—and he didn't say a word about what Bloodfang pleaded for.

So, without exception, Bloodfang ignored the titular race god and fled, and was then ordered to hunt down by his race, becoming what he is now.

In fact, Bloodfang should be glad that the evil god of the jackal man is weak, otherwise, he doesn't need to bother these "believers" on the ground, he can do it directly.

It was also at that time that a thought in Bloodfang's heart became ingrained: the gods are nothing more than a bunch of fools who only know how to take and don't care about the life or death of the lambs on the ground!

Since you do not accept the sincere hope that comes from me, then I don't need to worry about your thoughts!

I, live for myself!

Bloodfang thought so, and began his wanderings in the wilderness.

In then ...... It's time to be slapped in the face.

When he learned that the awakened old god of the High Elves was so generous, the whole wolf was shocked!

Shock is followed by greed, greed is followed by envy, envy is followed by hope!

He desperately wanted to join the camp of the generous, so he did not hesitate to hug his thighs and act on it.

It was the incident in the Barony of Lawrence.

However, it didn't work out.

And the most upsetting thing for Bloodtooth is that since that incident, he seems to have been walking in bad luck, and there is no time to stop at all.

Five days have passed.

According to some scattered information that Bloody Fang learned later, after deliberate inquiry, he knew that the Duchy of Notting Hill, which was entrenched in the center of Notting Mountain, was finished.

Yes, a whole Duchy of Notting Hill, falling apart.

And the lord of the principality, the Grand Duke of Notting Hill, including an entire family, has been completely wiped out!

And who the "murderer" is, don't ask yourself.

"Damn it, damn it! If my plan succeeds with Lawrence, maybe I'll be able to get a little soup from what happens in Notting Hill, and I'll be able to use it as long as those High Elves give me something at will!

It's not like these two days, first being chased and killed by those brainless kindreds, finally getting rid of the same clan, and then encountering the boar people!

If I've managed to join the High Elves, these guys, how dare they make a move on me!

Bloodfang squatted in front of the campfire, grinning and cursing.

At this time, there were several deep wounds on his body, and half of his body was stained red with blood, both his blood and that of enemies.

The red eyes were already firmly fixed on the hind legs of the roasted wild boar on the bonfire.

As for his subordinates, they all already have what to eat, and they eat on the spot, not caring whether it is raw or cooked.

But for the self-proclaimed wise Blood Fang, eating cooked meat is a sign.

Even if the sign seems a bit posturing at this juncture.

Soon, the meat is cooked, and the aroma of cooked meat makes Bloodtooth drool - in addition to maintaining the habit of eating cooked meat, the texture and taste of cooked meat is also one of the reasons why Bloodtooth is obsessed with cooked meat.

It's really delicious.

But as soon as he tore off the first bite and ate with a mouth full of oil, his expression suddenly moved, and the greedy gaze before became extremely cold.

He decisively threw away the piece of meat in his mouth, raised the weapon in his hand, and roared loudly: "The enemy is coming!!"

More than a dozen arrows shot from the jungle in the distance, with a cold killing intent, and the arrows were still smeared with a strange light - this shows that the arrows were frequented, and if they were hit by the arrows, even if they were slightly injured, they would not be saved.

Bloodfang's keen gaze made him see this, and when he saw this, the anger on his face grew stronger: "Damn the centaurs!

He howled, and was already leading his men, and the wolf howled and rushed forward.

The gnoll, regardless of how many enemies there are, fight first and say, if you win, you will fight, if you can't win, you will run, in the jungle and the mountains, the gnoll has never been afraid!

And the subordinates led by Bloodfang, in terms of courage and ferocity, are even better!

In the dense forest, more than a dozen centaurs came out with bows and arrows in hand, and after another volley, they discarded the bows and arrows in their hands, drew out the scimitars they carried behind their backs, and looked at the gnolls in front of them, their eyes were also extremely fierce.

The leader of the one-eyed centaurs, with a fierce face and a scimitar, pointed at the blood fangs from afar, and shouted loudly: "Jackal bandits! Since you dare to come to the territory of our Tata tribe and hunt down the prey belonging to our tribe, unless you are captured and become slaves, the only thing that awaits you is death!"

There were only a dozen centaurs, but there were forty or fifty gnolls, but even so, the leader of the Tata tribe was full of confidence.

Of course.

Centaurs' natural combat power is not comparable to that of jackals, this humanoid monster with four legs and two hands not only runs like the wind, is skilled in bowing horses, but also has natural bloodline power, among which there is a centaur shaman!

With such a lineup, what is the difficulty in dealing with dozens of gnolls who only know how to bite with sharp teeth?

Oh yes, be careful of that gnoll, a legendary gnoll, if you become a slave to my Tata tribe......

Looking at the bloody fangs that rushed to kill, the centaur leader pondered in his heart.

"Don't talk nonsense! When it comes to fighting, the gnolls have never been afraid of anyone!"

Bloodfang howled, and the weapon in his hand swung around, slashing at the other centaur, apparently to reduce the centaur before the battle began.

"Be careful!" the one-eyed leader saw this, and shouted in warning.

But it was too late.

The attacked centaur's eyes widened, and it seemed that he had noticed it in advance. His whole body trembled, his muscles swelled, and his blood and qi surged, and he had already inspired his own strength to the extreme!

The scimitar in his hand also pierced through the air like a flying arrow, drawing a graceful arc and meeting the heavy axe split by the blood fangs!

If this is a counterattack by the one-eyed leader, then naturally it can be safe.

But since it is a "soft persimmon" deliberately found by the blood tooth...... The results can be imagined.

As soon as the one-eyed man's reminder fell, he was already directly split into two under the heavy axe of the blood fang, divided into horse corpses and human corpses.

"No, Gnoll, I'm going to chop you to slag!"

The one-eyed centaur screamed in pain, and it was already galloping in, with a whistling gale!

Bloodfang grinned, and his face was stained with the blood of a centaur.

Hearing the words of the one-eyed centaur, he smiled cruelly: "Come on, miserly centaur, since we are not allowed to hunt in your territory, let us use blood and claws to make you agree!"

As soon as his voice fell, he felt that his right arm suddenly collapsed a lot, and his right hand, which was holding the axe, suddenly lost his strength, as if he was an old man.

When Bloody Fang looked at it, he saw that the muscles of his right hand had atrophied a lot, and he had become extremely thin.

It's the shaman's evil curse!

Bloodfang cursed in his heart, looked towards the back of the centaur camp, and sure enough, he saw the old centaur, who raised his head slightly at this time and sneered at him!

"Damn spellcaster!"

Bloodfang cursed, but for a while he couldn't attack the centaur shaman hiding behind, and he had already met the one-eyed leader.

This powerful leader is undoubtedly a legendary pro as well.

Just as soon as they fought, Bloodtooth had already concluded in his heart that the latter was definitely proficient in scimitars, or he was a professional who was proficient in the knife system.

Otherwise, the three-plate axe in the past that I still talked about would not have been in danger as soon as I took over.

With the advantage of size and technology, in just a few breaths, the one-eyed centaur had gained the upper hand, and Bloodfang's face became more and more gloomy when he heard the screams of the clansmen ringing in his ears from time to time.

These people are all his people!

After being hunted down by the Gnoll Headquarters, these men were the last of his team, and although they were rude, although they had no wisdom, and although they only knew how to eat and kill, there was no doubt that they were all the most trusted warriors of the Bloodfangs.

And now, these fighters are being slaughtered!

The one-eyed centaur turned more and more hideous, he laughed wildly, knocked back the bloody fangs with a scimitar, and then looked at the battlefield from afar, and said loudly: "Jackal, look, your subordinates have confessed their sins and been executed, and now you kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, it's still too late!"

Bloody Fang looked around, his red eyes became hideous and blood-red, as far as he could see, there were less than ten of his subordinates who could stand, in the previous battle with the one-eyed centaur, he couldn't be distracted at all, and naturally there was no way to help his people, and the end was already doomed.

And at this time, the centaur shaman suddenly sneered, stretched out the skeleton staff in his hand, and a purple-black smoke flew out, flying directly towards the remaining gnolls, mixed with a thick fishy wind!

Bloodfang's eyes widened in anger, and he couldn't stop it, watching as the poisonous mist quickly enveloped his men, and when he left, only a skeleton remained.

"Looks like these little babies of mine have eaten enough. ”

The centaur shaman was wearing a staff and sneered.

"Raising skeleton worms...... If those temples know about it, you, the Tata tribe, will soon cease to exist......"

Staring at the centaur shaman, Bloody Fang's eyes widened, and he said word by word.

The centaur shaman didn't say anything, just looked at Bloodfang's eyes extremely cold.

"Gnoll, do you think you'll be able to get out of here and tell this secret?"

The one-eyed leader sneered and didn't make a move immediately.

The surrounding centaurs have already surrounded them, and this time he is personally guarding them, so don't even think about escaping!

"Be a slave to my Tata tribe, rest assured, after the shaman has placed the seal of loyalty on you, we will be a family!" hahaha......" The one-eyed leader laughed wildly.

You don't have to think about it, you know what the loyalty mark he is talking about, and Bloody Fang looked at the insects that crawled on the skeletal staff from time to time, and his eyes were fierce to the extreme.

Even if he died, he couldn't be that slave!

The one-eyed leader saw his madness, sneered, the scimitar in his hand was already as fast as lightning and directly slashed directly at the claws of the blood fang, and with a wave of four hooves, he had already trampled the blood tooth on the ground, and the surrounding centaurs also stepped forward together, fiercely suppressing the blood fang, and the gravity hammered on the blood fang, making the latter unable to move.

At this time, the one-eyed leader nodded with satisfaction, and shouted to the centaur shaman behind him: "Shaman, this gnoll has been completely controlled by us, now you can use your means to make him a loyal slave of our Tata tribe......!

"Hmm. The centaur shaman looked at the immobile bloodtooth and nodded, making sure that the latter had no power to resist, and was ready to step forward and use his means.

"No! I don't want to die and become a slave without wisdom! Do you know how difficult it was for the gnolls to give birth to me! I am the born king of the gnolls, and you can't do that!"

Bloody Fang wailed, and then was directly suppressed by the one-eyed leader: "Wisdom, do you gnolls need this? Be a slave of my Tata tribe, or you will have your good fruit to eat!"

The one-eyed leader laughed.

Seeing the centaur shaman getting closer and closer, the bloody fangs struggled more and more violently, but with the combined efforts of more than a dozen centaurs, he had no possibility of resisting at all!

"My lord, save me, save me, I will give you all that tribute!"

In desperation, Bloodfang finally turned to his gnoll god, who would never obey his orders.

Bloodfang knew in his heart that the latter would not be able to respond, but he still prayed with hope in case.

As a result, the latter really did not respond.

But another voice broke into his head.

It was a mysterious, seductive, and not a good voice when you heard it.

He lures Bloodfang to an unknown land, at a cost ......

Bloodtooth didn't ask what the price was at all, he directly agreed frantically, a little hysterical.

Then, in the astonishment of all the centaurs present, they saw that the slave they had asked for had disappeared in a flash.

The quickest to react was the centaur shaman.

He trembled and prostrated on the ground, telling that it was the action of the gods, and begging for forgiveness from the gods.

They don't know.

The scene they saw in front of them was the scene of the aborigines of the elven world becoming the contractors of the Hades Wood Space.

It's the first.

But definitely not the last.