Lin Bin's heart was wow cool, although it was said that there were no less than twenty more, but the extra part of the jackals was bigger than the jackals he had seen originally, and some of them had tattered and ill-fitting armor, Lin Bin guessed that it was their trophies. The gnolls only make blunt weapons, swords, guns, spears, and armor and shields, most of which are captured by foreign looting. Therefore, there are not many gnolls who can have a regular weapon or armor! But no matter how tattered the armor and shield are, they are also equipment, and after all, they can play some defensive roles, and in battle, this is enough to make the gnolls whose combat power is far above that of ordinary human beings occupy a greater advantage.

Of course, Lin Bin didn't take these tattered armors to heart, if the whole body armor would be troublesome. What was a headache for him was whether this meant that there was a second camp for this group of gnolls! Moreover, the addition of these gnolls that had not been planned in the first place would undoubtedly add a lot of variables.

Lin Bin cautiously changed his observation point, carefully observing the surroundings of the camp, trying to find out the "source" of those superfluous gnolls.

Draymond McGray walked out of his tent and frowned at the camp not far away, these gnolls, who were forced to bathe every day, always emitted a disgusting stench. It was very unbearable for him. If it weren't for the rapid reproduction of the Gnoll population and the fact that they have reasonable combat power, which is very suitable for use as cannon fodder in war, I am afraid that this race would have been kicked out of the ranks of combat races by the Alliance a long time ago. But at present, the only subordinates he can drive are these gnolls, so even if he hates it, he can only endure it patiently.

"Lord Viscount, when are we leaving?" a white-skinned, brown-haired middle-aged man standing in the shadows outside the tent stepped out and asked respectfully.

McGray looked at the sky and said in a tone of disgust, "It's another sunny day!" As a Viscount of the Blood Clan, although he is not so afraid of direct sunlight, he still feels disgusted by acting in the sun. If it weren't for the fact that this mountain forest was also a strange place for them, and there were indeed many creatures in this mountain forest that were enough to pose a fatal threat to them, the jackal's IQ was really worrisome, and the brigade was really inconvenient to move at night, he actually preferred to be active at night.

"Kluet, are you ready?" McGregory said, waving his hand, "Then we'll go." ”

"Yes!" said the middle-aged man known as Klut respectfully.

"By the way, I wonder if there are a few Cadigo missing in the camp?" McGregory asked casually.

"Sure enough, even the slightest change can't escape your gaze. Klute replied, pointing in the direction of the village of Dongling, "There were three Cadigo who were sent out to explore the way, and one Cadigo who searched in that direction and didn't come back on time. Its beast fangs wanted to send a few gnolls in that direction. ”

"Sharptooth, he's so bold!" McGray snorted, he remembered the gnolll who wore Sharptooth, because he could barely speak some simple Terran language, the jackal had its own language, and usually spoke a little orc or goblin language, but the language of the jackals was not only difficult to pronounce, but also very poor vocabulary, so other races rarely learned. Only a few learned, and only to command the gnolls. So, the appearance of a gnolla who could barely speak some simple Terran language made a deep impression on McGregory.

Of course, just because it's impressive doesn't mean McGregory takes it seriously. However, although he is only a small viscount, he is a superior race in this land, and it can be said that he was born with the power to kill and kill an inferior race like the Gnolls. has faintly become the second person among these gnolls after the leader.

Klute was silent, and McGregory waved his hand and said, "Whip it twenty lashes, and if its beast relatives haven't returned when we come back, I can allow it to take five gnolls to look for it." He knew the importance of the orcs to the gnolls, and this fangs were the only ones in the gnoll team who could directly accept his direct orders, and his strength was also outstanding among the gnolls, so it was a pity to kill them. For the noble man, he naturally doesn't know how to learn half-orc and goblin languages.

"Yes!" Kluet replied.

"Kluet, everything we do is to accomplish the task of adults, and anything that undermines this premise is not tolerated by me!" McGregor said, glancing at him.

"Yes, the villain understands!" Klute shuddered and quickly knelt down.

Looking at the figure of Kluet, who went down to give orders, McGregory snorted coldly again.

The jackals began to act, but they did not move in the direction of Dongling Village, which made Lin Bin's heart feel relieved, if the two sides did not make contact, this would of course be the best result. But he couldn't just go back to Dongling Village, who knew if these gnolls would go in the direction of Dongling Village again in this mountain forest, so he decided to follow them for a while to make sure they would not pose a danger to Dongling Village.

He could see that these gnolls must have received some military training, and although he said that he could not understand the language of the jackals, it was enough to say that whenever there was a voice among the gnolls that seemed to be shouting orders, the gnolls acted collectively in whole or in part, and no individual dared to delay it.

Such a gnolls are undoubtedly more terrifying, and they are also difficult for the villagers of Dongling Village to resist.

As about forty or so gnolls set off, two figures suddenly caught Lin Bin's attention, they were two white-skinned Terrans!

From the mouth of the Canghu brothers, Lin Bin knew that in this world, there were not only yellow people, but also white and black people, but the appearance of two white people in the middle of a group of jackals was as remarkable as two drops of milk falling into a cup of coffee.

In particular, the young man with some white skin without blood made Lin Bin feel dangerous! Startled, he hurriedly hid his figure and hid his breath.

Who is he? Lin Bin thought to himself.