The news of the High Elves made Goron a little worried, but judging from the news of Blood Feather, they had now fallen to a point where life was worse than death, so Goron quickly focused on placing the Harpy.

Although the Harpys are large in number and have a lot of sacrifices inside, in the case of the Bloodfeather clan, there are seven of them who can use magic.

I have to say that the harpy's reproductive abilities are really overbearing.

However, there are no absolutely perfect creatures in the world, and Goron believes that even if it is known so far, the most powerful dragons and elemental beings are the same, and the Harpy dominate the skies, but their race is inherently lacking in "warriors", in other words, their physique is too thin.

Compared to ogres whose muscles have evolved into their brains, harpies can't take advantage of even small kobolds without relying on their flying advantages.

And these birdmen are quite picky about where they live. Of course, it's not the pursuit of gorgeousness, their own nests are piled up with excrement, how can they have requirements for beauty and cleanliness.

What they need is warmth.

Therefore, they have been entrenched in the Gobi all year round and have become one of the two evils of Osim, and they are huge in number, but there is no way to exterminate the other races.

Eventually, Goron placed them on the snowy mountain, and the cave was the best place to house them in the Bloodhammer camp.

Repeatedly stressing to Bloodfeather about hygiene and the safety of the males in the camp, Goron, under the desperate gaze of the boars and kobolds, ordered them to carry some warm hay and put it in the cave to keep the harpy warm.

Under the orders of Blood Feather, including Blood Feather itself, the Hippogriff reluctantly left the warm altar and flew into the cold cave, where they naturally had no way to vent their anger...... They call their elders mothers.

Not to mention the harpies who gathered together to judge the passing boars and kobolds like picking goods, with blood feathers as a constraint, Goron was still very relieved.

Now Goron's concern is that the High Elves may be expanding faster than he thought, after all, this is the world of magic, and most of his common sense will lose its effect here, and will only blur his judgment.

The tribal affairs must have been settled sooner.

Just when Goron was about to leave for the Shadow Clan again to discuss with Haka and the others, there was a little mistake on the side of the five Huo family brothers.

Goron looked at the kobold cubs with bulging bellies, but they were still screaming with hunger, and they were biting with their mouths that had not yet grown teeth.

"Are you sick?"

rubbed Huo Boss's belly with his little mother's fingers, and the other party let out a coquettish whimper, stretched out his tongue and licked his huge finger belly.

"Is it not absorbed enough, or is it too weak digestion?"

Ge Long frowned, but the next moment he couldn't help but widen his eyes, and the hungry Huo Lao Er forcibly gnawed off a stone on the stone pillar totem on the side, put it in his mouth and chirped twice, and then swallowed it into his stomach in one gulp.

She hasn't had teeth yet, has she?

Looking at this murderous scene, Goron could hardly believe that this was the work of the five pink and tender meat balls in front of him, but then he had a brain hole and thought of something.

In his spiritual perception, to paraphrase the words of games and novels in his previous life, the magic of these five little guys is earthy, or they have a relatively high affinity for the earth.

As a result, they are able to swallow the stones with ease.

In this case, as natural warlocks, Huo Boss may have higher requirements for food, so the milk of wild boars and kobolds cannot provide the nutrients they need for their physical growth.

"Very good, young masters, I just don't know if the magic crystal can satisfy you. Goron touched his chin, and the two heads were right on one side and one hand on each side.

But these were the details, and the important thing was that the idea in his head seemed ridiculous......

But!

Sure enough, that's what it looks like no matter how you think about it.

With a deep groan in his heart, Ge Long still decided to go to the old camp of the kobolds, firstly, Boss Huo and they did have potential worthy of his investment, and secondly, the footsteps of the High Elves had reached his ears, making him have to speed up his pace.

Commanding Steelmane to gather the kobolds, then kicking the passing Bloodslaughter to get him to follow, Goron placed five kobold cubs under his shawl and hood - something he had used his privilege to nearly drive a dozen kobold blacksmiths crazy to get them to make with their bare hands, and although it was sold a little differently, it was not as effective as it could be in terms of heat preservation and defense.

The five Huo brothers shrunk between Goron's shoulders and his two heads, staring at the outside curiously with wet eyes, Goron's shoulders bouncing up and down when he walked were like a giant ship sailing in the waves, and they were on a wonderful journey.

From a distance, it looked as if Goron was about to grow five more heads.

Bloodslaughter stood in front of a large group of kobolds with kitchen knives, grinning heartlessly, but the deterrence was amazing, and no one around dared to pant loudly, including Steelmane.

"Chief. ”

"Steelmane, good job. Goron's thick voice came from under the fur hood, "This time, we're going to the camp of the Firehammer Clan. ”

Hearing this, the kobolds were silent for a while before they became commotionous.

It was only then that they realized that it was the name of their original clan.

It turns out that unconsciously, such a long time has passed...... Or rather, it's only been so long.

However, they soon became honest, and in the Bloodhammer camp, they were fed and clothed...... Not worn, but don't worry about being eaten by the beasts of the night while you sleep - the beasts have been eaten by ogres before that.

And I don't know why, the busy labor every day reminds them of the life of miners in the past, and they are very relieved.

What is the chief going to do?

Naturally, Goron would not explain that his prestige as a chief had allowed him to do so.

It's a rare sunny day, but it's the time when the wolves and thunder lizards are aggressive, so Goron has called in some more boar warriors.

The reason why they didn't call the ogres, who only slept like dead pigs in the camp, was because they were too big to enter the cave, and if they did, they could only help.

Carrying some milk in the animal skin bag that the Shadow Clan had given him as a gift, Goron carried the five little ones on his shoulders, followed by the mighty kobolds and boar people, and walked towards the old camp of the Firehammer Clan.