Although Blood Feather didn't get the rune mallet, he left with a rune slab in his claws.

The two of them, Steel Mane and Thorn Rib, stood spinelessly on the ground, watching the figure of Blood Feather leaving in a dashing manner, and protecting the stone mallet in their hands. The five Mibo brothers, on the other hand, were very calm, and after babbling and exchanging words with each other, they turned into stones—the sun was shining, and it was time for them to take a nap.

Goron looked at this scene with a little subtlety, he had painstakingly studied the rune stone mallet for months, but it was not as important as the rune stone slab that he had drawn for the camp cubs to play with.

Fortunately, after the blood feather was gone, the little ones who were like being intimidated by the dragon power regained their vitality. And after Gordon made a new rune slate, the two boar priests were also in good spirits.

Although she didn't have the courage to directly grab the rune slate back and study it carefully, since then, there have been two more boar people who cheekily ran over to squat with the cubs in this pure land of cubs.

Seeing the pious attitude of the two, Goron still didn't touch in the end. After all, the cubs seemed quite happy with the two new large dolls, and as long as the steel mane and the stinger were quiet, he didn't care.

This is the end of the duel, but the daily life of the Bloodhammer Clan is getting more and more lively. Under the brutal training of the Admiral, although the ogre warriors did not have the concept of life worse than death, they felt from the bottom of their hearts that the days were getting harder and harder, and their stomachs were getting hungry faster and faster.

No casual sleeping, no unauthorized departure, no casual battle roar, these three rules can even be recited verbatim with a broken finger. After all, every time you make a mistake, you don't just face the simple of being pulled out and beaten violently, but it also means that the extra pieces of meat that have been supplied by the camp every night will disappear without a trace.

Every now and then, the punished ogre warriors could only stare at the roast meat in their companions' bowls, and the saliva in their mouths flowed backwards like their sorrow.

The Admiral's training proved to be very effective, and Goron took the time to observe a marching exercise, and only a dozen ogre warriors were left behind along the way, and finally miraculously followed. It has to be said that life can only burst out of its hidden potential under stress.

After watching the training. Goron couldn't help but feel emotional, however, what he didn't know was that among the harpies in the mountains behind the camp. Change is also taking place.

After Blood Feather returned with the rune slate, he studied it with great interest, and rarely continued this enthusiasm for three minutes before giving up. The Harpy Queen angrily threw the slate in her nest to use as a lamp, and then fell into a deep depression.

This mood was undoubtedly a new experience for her, and she had forgotten how long ago the moment she saw the world from the egg. One thing is for sure, though. The last few decades of her life have been a time of curses, killings, battles, blood, and beeps. For Blood Feather, life is just a few fixed things, arranged irregularly based on her mood.

And now, for the first time, she has lost her freedom, and has been seized by an ogre of the right to do whatever she wants. In the same way, she tasted peace for the first time, and with the help of Goron, she had a nest where she could sleep peacefully.

Blood Feathers huddled on a straw-paved nest like a chick for days. She wasn't worried about not having anything to eat, because as soon as the time came. The boar man would bring the food, but not enough prey would be caught in exchange with the filthy boar priest, and the delicious salted fish would be much less.

That's why Blood Feather came back on his feet after a few days.

Salted fish is now a sought-after commodity among the Harpys, no, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is hard currency. You know, on the Osim Plateau, the only condiments for cooking are the grease and blood of the ingredients themselves. Races that are good at this, such as the boar people, at most, use stones to grind on them to add a little astringent flavor to the bland.

As a result, the taste of salted fish almost makes every first-time harpy swallow his tongue. Their taste buds don't have the ability to distinguish salty tastes into full development. But this wonderful taste makes them desperately try to taste it, and they can't stop it.

Bloodfeather was hooked out of the cave by the worms in her stomach, and the hunger in her stomach made her faintly empathize with the stupid ogre.

She decided to launch a group hunt, just as a few days earlier she had plucked out the wings of seventeen daughters who objected to her opinion. Collective hunting that is forcibly launched with violence.

Of course, the process of hunting can only be described as bumpy, and the eagles almost split and fought in the middle of the air in the wild. Fortunately, under the unprecedented toughness of Blood Feather, the eagles barely completed the hunting plan while cursing each other.

However, most of all this noise disappeared the moment Bloodfeather and Steelmane completed the transaction.

Because after the salted fish were divided, on average, each eagle had three more in his hand than before......

After that great success. The pressure on Blood Feather to launch the hunting call was cleared. Despite all the odd reasons for her mean daughters, these objections have become unworthy after one harvest after another.

And now, the blood feather who has slightly relieved the depression in her heart is ready to repeat her old tricks, and she has tasted the saltiness inside. In fact, she still learned this method from the powerful two-headed ogre priest, and even the proud Harpy Queen had to admit that the figure standing on the altar and roaring at the sky, and every wise decision he made, was deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts.

With the realization of plucking all the opponents with the realization of plucking out their feathers, the blood feather flew up and let out a long, mournful roar.

Immediately afterwards, the entire back mountain was like a hornet's nest slapped by a giant bear, and the eagles turned into black shadows and rushed out of the cave. Blood Feather was startled, she never expected such a big movement. The Harpy Queen is a special existence for the Harpys, she has no absolute rights and no unparalleled appeal. If you have to be exact, the queen of the harpies is the first bird to fly at the front to decide the direction when the harpies get lost en masse, and simply because she is the oldest of them.

To Bloodfeather's surprise, the daughter who had opposed her the most at first, Stormclaw Kelly, flew in front of her face with her wings, which had not yet regrown their feathers. Question her:

"Mother, why haven't you started a hunt these days?"

Blood Feather was stunned for a moment, and in this short moment, her daughters had already surrounded her in a short time. They asked her why they didn't go out to hunt these days, complained about the pain of fewer salted fish these days, and vented their frustration that they could only nest in the nest for a few days.

Only, there were no claws and magic that she was familiar with. In this situation, Blood Feather has no experience at all. She had no idea what to do with it.

She flailed her wings, her body suspended in mid-air, her brain racing through what to do. Just then, a familiar figure of a two-headed ogre appeared in his mind. Blood Feather didn't think much about it, as if grasping a life-saving straw, learning from Goron's appearance, he screamed sharply:

"Shut up, you guys!"

The swirling chaos froze for a moment, and Blood Feather raised her head and looked around, before her daughters blew up. Continue to scream and say:

"This is the decision of me, Queen Harpy, Bloodfeather! My stupid daughters! If you want more salted fish, shut your mouths and follow me honestly!"

At the end, the blood feather spread its wings, and fluctuations of magic emanated from her body. Then, her wings snapped down, and her slender body arced through the air and flew off into the distance.

The eagle-like people who reacted were instantly furious, but the back of the blood feather was getting farther and farther away. Tempted by the salted fish, the anger quickly dissipated in the wind. I don't know who took the lead, but the eagles followed with their wings waved, maintaining their flying formation amid the chaotic scolding.

That's right. It is true that Bloodfeather does not have absolute dominance, but there is no way to elect a second recognized Harpy queen among the Harpies. As their mother, Bloodfeather's legitimacy is unique.

The imitation of the blood feather and the transformation of the harpy, Goron knew nothing. As an ogre running on the ground every day, the only thing he noticed was that the harpys had been going on a rampage more and more recently, but fortunately the birdmen had flown out to plague the beasts outside. He was also happy to be idle.

And there was also one piece of good news that made him happy, that is, the witch medicine apprentice Uka, who had teamed up with Bloodslaughter in the plague, arrived, and not only that, but he was also followed by a whole team of troll craftsmen.

The troll witch doctor had visited the Bloodhammer Clan for the second time, but the calmness on his face was in stark contrast to the fear and vigilance of his companions. In Goron's impression, only his old friend Wojin had such psychological qualities.

When the two met again, they couldn't help but sigh a little, the scene of Haka returning to the arms of the ancestors in the flames seemed to be yesterday.

"Thank you for your help, Chief Golon. Uka put his thin hand on his heart and bowed slightly, "If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have discovered the existence of the plague in advance." ”

"The Shadow Clan has a plague too?" Goron was surprised.

To this, Uka showed a wry smile: "Yes, it's hard to believe, many of my people just treat him as an inconsequential injury. But in fact, one prisoner had already passed out in his cell. If it hadn't been for the help of Lord Bloodslaughter, he would have probably died. Patriarch Ion was very sorry for this. ”

"Prisoners?" Goron frowned, then stretched out, "You mean elves, they're mages, and they're plagued?"

"Our witch doctor sealed the magic in their bodies, and he couldn't cast spells. Uka explained, "Anyway, please accept our thanks, Chief Golon. My clan has suffered enough that no one wants to see their own people go away again. ”

"May the ancestors bless you. Goron was silent for a moment, and in order to ease the atmosphere, he made an offer, "Bloodslaughter said that he figured out how to cook frogs, would you like to try it together?"

Gronn spoke in the language of a troll, and as he continued to say this, he saw that the faces of the troll craftsmen standing behind Uka, who had already turned blue, had lost three points of blood, and their bodies were stiff and standing in a straight line, like dried corpses.

However, Ukka's dark eyes met Golon's gaze intently: "Of course, Chief Golon, I've been looking forward to it for a long time. ”

"In that case, Woking, I'm sorry for you. For engineering problems, you can go to Gagarin and Gallolo, they are two goblins. ”

Woking smiled at Goron and said, "Of course, it's my pleasure. ”

Goron nodded at the trolls, and a timid craftsman couldn't help but step back. It wasn't until Goron had left with Uka that the trolls whispered about it, as if they would be heard if they were louder...... Even though this is the living quarters of the trolls, there is no one else at all.

"The ancestors are on top, they, are they going to eat toads?"

"You think it's an ogre. ”

Broken Tooth gripped the spear in his hand and lowered his head as the loudest craftsman.

"Broken teeth, ogres eat the same things as us, don't they?"

"That's right, including us...... Well, sir, I'm kidding, they're not the same, they're not ordinary ogres, I trust them. It's just eating something weird, nothing. ”

In the face of Woking's persecutive eyes, Broken Tooth raised his left hand to signal his surrender.

"But it's a toad. ”

I don't know whose faint words made everyone's faces look bad again. This terrible poison has always been a favorite of witch doctors, and is sometimes used to make medicines. Although it is also eaten in the stomach, the meaning of using toads as medicinal herbs and toads as food is simply very different.

"Besides, forget about the ogre, Ukata......"

The trolls' eyes became more and more strange, and a certain witch medicine disciple was also a talking point in the Shadow Clan, especially after Hakari accepted him as an apprentice against all odds, this character had an even more mysterious color.

Eventually, though, the conversation was superficially halted, and the first sight of Camp Bloodhammer gave the troll artisans a different experience. Under Woking's arrangement, the craftsmen moved into newly erected tents.

For these artisans who are nervous, vigilant, and vaguely expectant, there are more surprises waiting for them in this strange camp. (To be continued.) )