At night, in the Jackal tribe established on the original site of Dead Leaf Town, a burly gnolll roared angrily at his men, "Damn, those hunting teams haven't come back yet?

Several gnolls belonging to it bowed their heads and shrunk their bodies, not daring to say a word.

"Since the Great Gnoll King led his subordinates to conquer these Gnoll tribes, the Great Gnoll King Yenogu has left behind some of the Gnoll tribes that originally belonged to his subordinates in the southwest of the Whispering Forest, and the one who was angry in front of him was an extremely ferocious fellow who remained. "A gnoll is slandering this chief of his own in his heart.

"Now send someone to find it, to find the place where they hunted, and if they are alive then bring them back, and I will show them what pain is!" the burly gnolll waited and found that no gnoll answered, and continued to growl.

"Yes~" Several jackals hurriedly ran to the outside of this humble house, and when these guys ran to the door, they heard a roar from inside the house, "Wait, you garbage will come back to me!!"

Several gnolls looked at each other helplessly, and then walked back stupidly.

"Why don't you damn guys warn me that this garbage that hasn't come back until now might have been killed by the elves from some time ago?" the burly gnoll squirred again.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow get all the men together and go out to find out where they are, you damn elves!"

"Don't you want to sleep here if you don't get down now?"

The burly gnoll, who had just finished issuing the order, looked at a few of his cowering subordinates and roared again.

Several gnolls ran out of the room as if they had been pardoned, and hurriedly informed their fellow tribesmen one by one to get up early tomorrow morning and go out together to find the lost gnolls.

Gurza, the burly gnolla left in the room.

Gulza sat the large fur-covered bed, thinking. That's right, it's thinking, the gnolls are a sub-intelligent race, although they don't have writing and don't know how to produce, but there is no doubt that they are much more intelligent than beasts.

Unfortunately, they don't usually act like intelligent creatures, but more like beasts walking upright, and their minds are nothing but food and the female gnolls of the tribe rolling on the ground.

However, in their considerable population base, there is an alternative after all.

A clear example of this is the King of the Gnolls, Yenogu, who, like many gnolls, admired his own martial arts, but when he was a child, after filling his stomach, he would think about what he would do after he had filled his stomach.

Yenogu is full of curiosity about the outside world, he is learning to think, learning to sum up experience, which most gnolls cannot think of in their lifetime.

When the jackal Yenogu grew up and had the guarantee of independent survival, he left the tribe and wandered around, enriching his knowledge.

He crawled in the fields and watched the daily labor of man, filling his stomach with those golden plants.

Yenogu tried to eat the plant, but the plant in the field did not suit the taste of the gnolls.

Realizing that humans don't need to hunt every day like gnolls to fill their stomachs, the gnolls try to sneak up on the tools that humans have left behind in the fields and wield them, but find that the gnolls' claws are not suitable for using them.

Hiding in the jungle and spotting the haughty elves, he saw them leaping in the woods, and he was dismayed to find that he could not defeat them.

He continued to walk north, passing through the centaur-infested plains in the middle of the continent, and nearly died from the centaurs' arrows.

Continuing to advance north, the gnoll Yenogu became stronger and stronger under the tempering of various difficult environments, and finally, he came to the northern steppe, the steppe ruled by orcs.

The Orcs are not a race, and the image of the Gnoll Yenogu is a cross between a man and a beast walking upright, but he was amazed by the strength of the Orc, and eventually he entered a tribe of werewolves, learned the language of the Orcs, and snatched the resources of the savannah for the tribe, in order to obtain what he had learned, the Orcs were uniquely powerful in their own qi and blood, and how to make the flesh stronger.

Years of contribution made him get his wish, and one day, he suddenly thought about his hometown, that tattered little tribe.

So he left the steppe and returned to the south of the continent, where wisdom taught him who was the real ruler of the south, the haughty elves he had ever seen.

Returning to the tribe, the gnolls Yenogu conquered the tribes by his own force, and selected the powerful or less ignorant gnolls from among them as his direct subordinates, and led the warriors of the tribe to each tribe, defeating their original leaders by their own force, and letting his men take over the tribes at any time, and obey his orders at any time.

Having seen the powerful gnolls of elves, centaurs, and orcs, Yenogu, who actually ruled the entire race of gnolls, can now be called the king of the gnolls.

Knowing the powerful gnoll king of these races, Yenogu's ambition made him want to make the gnoll as powerful as these races, so he chose to expand the territory of the gnolls, and all the targets around him, only the weak humans were the best to attack, even if they were vassals of the elves.

As for the elves, after the extermination of humans, the gnolls who occupied the territory of humans did not mind temporarily becoming a vassal race of powerful elves. The Gnoll Yenogu thought so in his mind, the mighty Gnoll must be more valued by the elves than the weaker humans.

Gulza was chosen by the King of the Gnolls, Yenogu, to know how to think, and of course, his ferocious temper was still the same as that of most Gnolls, but his obedience and some thinking were enough for Yenogu to command him to run a tribe.

After the capture of Dead Leaf Town, Gulza, who was instructed by the King of the Gnoll Men to take root in Dead Leaf Town, mobilized some men from the tribe he originally managed, thinking about surviving the winter and recovering the strength of the gnolls whose combat effectiveness had decreased due to the lack of food in the winter.

Then, attack the humans and get more territory, and then have more places to hunt.

But I didn't expect that spring had just come, and the total population of this sub-tribe was about 800, and almost a hundred people were missing, and they were all strong male warriors.

Gulza was irritated for a while, and if he didn't get rid of this potential danger, how could he continue to mobilize the population of the tribe.

Rubbing his paws, Gulza scratched the fur on the bed, and both eyes revealed ferocity!