"Smack"

A loud slap represents the release of unbearable rage.

In the gnolll camp almost a mountain away from the "Blood Banner Heights", Hurley, the Whiptail Clan's Grand Overseer, had already pulled out the gnoll serrated war knife at his waist and roared to behead the fool in front of him who had been slapped on the ground by himself.

None of the Overseers from the various small clans around them stepped forward to stop them, and the gnolls looked at them with disdain and pleasure.

Only the Popok Black-Eyed Lord, who was knocked to the ground, despaired.

It's over, I'm going to die to serve the Lord of the Hunt!

But the High Overseer's sword didn't cut down in the end, not only because it knew that things had come to this point, and that it couldn't be undone if he cut down this idiot, but also because the Overseer had gone to the Blackeye Clan before he came, and got 2,000 elite warriors for the Whiptail Clan.

The black-eyed clan has just been given to the elite, and you cut down the young chief here, which is a bit inappropriate, right?

Even if it's a gnoll, it's about human sophistication.

Hurley angrily wielded his sword, glaring at the bastard in front of him who had lost the lives of more than a thousand warriors in a matter of days.

The incompetent Popok should be thankful that he had a chieftain father.

"That's how you fight?"

The enraged Overseer kicked Popock over again, roaring in:

"What kind of stupid gnoll you must be! Is you an idiot disguised as a kobold? Just such a position! You sent more than a thousand soldiers in six days, and you haven't taken it yet? Are you still not a member of the Great Gnoll?

Dog stuff!

Have you been bought by vampires? Are you an undercover agent for the Translancians on our side? ”

"Wronged! I was wronged! ”

Popok, whose face was covered in blood, screamed:

"I'm really serious about carrying out the orders of the Lord Biting Bone and the King of Whiptail, the two kings said that we gnolls should fearlessly charge and tear apart everything that stands in our way, and I am absolutely confident that the invincible gnolls warriors will not be stopped by small defeats.

Warlord!

Believe me, I've ordered the brave warriors to keep storming that Blood Banner Heights, and the elite of Translancia have lost their troops!

Ask them if you don't believe it!

The other side has already lost one warband, and the second warband they sent was killed by the warriors I sent down to just over a hundred left!

Just need one more charge!

Yes!

Only one last charge is needed!

We'll take down that high ground that brings endless humiliation to the gnolls, and we'll pull out that damn flag!

Give me one more chance, Overseer, and let me lead someone to charge again! ”

"Opportunity? There is no more chance! ”

The anger in the Whiptail Overseer's heart rose again at the damn quibble, and it suddenly felt that it was a risk to keep the idiot in front of him in his own army because of the Black-Eyed Chieftain's 2000 elites.

This guy really vividly interprets what it means to be "incompetent and exhausted to death by three armies".

But as an Overseer, it was not overwhelmed by anger, and after yelling for his guards to kick out the wailing Popock Blackeye, the Whiptail Overseer looked back at the few low-ranking Overseers beside him.

It gasped for breath as it watched the shocking casualties, and scolded:

"Popock is an idiot with only loyalty in his head, but are you too! You are the commander of various small clans, so willing to hand over your warriors to it, and let it keep sending people to the head?

Damn it!

Did it buy you out? What about the kobolds of your clan's vassals? Why don't you send kobolds up and deliver it! ”

A few of the lower Overseers look at me, I look at you, and finally a veteran warrior of a medium-sized clan who is directly attached to the Whiptail Clan came forward to explain:

"Overseer Hurley, the highlands are not far from the Black Flame Pass, and it is within the influence of the dwarven earth priests, the kobolds' digging tactics are useless, we have concentrated the kobolds of all clans in another direction and dug tunnels near the mountain pass.

It was a direct order from the Splittal Clan, the Splittalon Lady was the Governor of the Trancia direction, and we didn't dare to disobey her orders, and the Splittal Clan wanted our kobolds to prepare a hole in the earth for their soldiers to sneak up on.

And, as far as that strange high ground is concerned, although this rotten battle is indeed a stupid thing done by Popock's idiot, the young man is not wrong, and the other side has died no fewer than we do.

I assure you in the name of the Lord of the Hunt that the Transansians in that position are the true human elite!

They are more ferocious than the bloodhounds of the Blood Alliance clan. No, those hounds are no match for these Transian lunatics, at least the Blood Alliance's army will take the initiative to retreat when they are at a disadvantage, but the Tranians will not.

Even if they fall into despair, they will drink strange potions to burn their lives and fight us with vicious spells.

This terrible will to fight frightened even our people, and that cannot be faked.

This is also the main reason why we have not sent any elite soldiers to accompany Popock to mess around, but only sent weak soldiers to participate in the battle, waiting for you to come and preside over the overall situation. ”

The blind gnoll veteran sighed and said helplessly:

"Even if we don't want to admit it, the defense of that high ground can't be taken by us gnolls alone. We are all hunters and brutes, and the few hunting priests are recruited from nearby by Popok under the name of the Black-Eyed Clan.

Without the cooperation of the priests, we couldn't take that damn high ground. ”

"It's not the only way forward!"

The anger in Hurley's heart was suppressed when he heard the veterans who had fought in the Dark Mountains for most of their lives say this, but the Overseer looked at the skin map in front of him, frowned, and asked:

"That high ground is just a road leading to the Black Flame Pass, if it's hard to gnaw on, why not go around it? A direct attack on the positions of the Black Flame Pass? Don't tell me you can't even come up with this solution! ”

"We tried, Overseer."

Another gnoll hunting captain reluctantly explained:

"But because the Blood Banner Heights stood there, Popok's successive defeats had demoralized the defenders of the Blackflame Pass, who had set up similar sentry posts and heights on other roads in imitation of the Transian madmen, who had to be pulled out before they could attack the Blackflame Pass.

While the other outposts weren't as intense as the Blood Banner Heights, the bloodhounds of the Blood Alliance clan were just as desperate, and we tried to rush in different directions a few times without success.

Because the kobolds have been requisitioned by the Splittals Clan, even if we can pull out those sentry posts, there is no soldier to occupy them, and as soon as we retreat, those stubborn bastards will return to the ruins with their banners to rebuild it.

We couldn't understand the value of the existence of the Blood Banner Heights before, but now we know that it is a trick used by the vampires of the Black Flame Pass to manipulate people's hearts.

As long as the Blood Banner Heights is still alive for a day, we will not be able to crush the morale of the Black Flame Pass with intimidation tactics.

Although Popoc's actions were stupid and reckless, he did grasp the point of the problem by mistake, and if we couldn't destroy the Blood Banner Heights, we wouldn't have been able to touch the Black Flame Pass. ”

At this point, the other Overseers hesitated and exchanged glances before one of the oldest Overseers whispered to Hurley:

"Overseer Hurley, we are all servants of the Whiptail Clan, we are our own people, and there are some things we can say in front of you. Another reason why everyone has been staying here is that the current defense situation of the Black Flame Pass is too exaggerated.

Those Blood Pact maniacs turned it into another trumpet brass fortress

I'll just say this, even if there is no Blood Banner Heights, we don't want to open the first layer of positions in the Black Flame Pass if we all throw them in, and the number of positions there is at least more than nine layers.

If you're going to attack, we're not afraid to die and want to follow you, but let's be honest, you'd better not take the drudgery on yourself.

This time, the Black Plague was the group of bastards of the Splitting Claw Clan who were attacking Transasia, so why let the warriors of the Whiptail Clan die for their victory in vain? ”

The old Overseer's words silenced Hurley.

It knew that there was definitely a reason why the front line was fighting such a bad battle, where did this Popok, a newcomer and a young man with no prestige, have the power to mobilize the warriors of various clans to send them to death?

Now it seems that the young Popock is really the "substitute ghost" who was pushed to the foreground by this group of cunning old jackals.

But Hurley couldn't scold these compatriots who played tricks on the battlefield, because they were right, and the act of using his own people's lives to fight for the interests of other clans was not brave and great in the eyes of the gnolls.

The most important thing is that before he came, the old chief also quietly hinted at this.

Since it's a hard bone, let the Splitclaw Clan gnaw it, and bring the elite of the Whiptail Clan to sing praises to the "great" Splittal Mastermother.

With this in mind, Overseer Hurley made up his mind.

"Well, I can understand your thoughts for the Whiptail Clan, but even with all the troubles and difficulties of all this, your performance is too disappointing for me! You are all outstanding warriors of large and small clans, but you can't even take a small high ground!

What a shame for the name of bravery! ”

Holding on to the brutal and majestic serrated knife at his waist, Hurley wagged his tail and shouted:

"Because of your failures, your Overseers have been stripped of their power for the time being! Go back and purge the elite of your respective clans, and if there is another stupid failure like this, I will sacrifice your heads to the flag!" ”

The other Overseers, large and small, immediately confessed in unison.

The Overseer, who was closest to the Whiptail Clan, whispered:

"Overseer Hurley, is this battle still being fought?"

"The morale is so low, what are you fighting! I long for victory, but my people's lives should not be wasted on such a stupid occasion. ”

Hurley scolded sternly:

"If all this is caused by the reckless and stupid Popok, then it's time for that bastard to atone for his own death! Which is the only clan in the camp that is still in good fighting force? ”

"It's the Dirtclaw Clan, Overseer! That cunning Filthclaw Chief has been passively avoiding the battle for the past few days, always prevaricating us with all sorts of excuses. ”

The Overseer next to him immediately said:

"That's a loyal vassal of the Splittal Clan, and they have a lot of voodoo priests, as well as some of the Bloodscar Clan's hunting priests helping out."

"Hmm, is that so?"

Hurley's eyes flashed fiercely, and he scolded:

"It turns out that this group of cowards who play with voodoo do not dare to go into battle, so that our warriors have suffered heavy casualties! You! Go and deliver my orders to the Filthypaw chieftains to be ready for battle at once, or else they will be executed as deserters!"

By the way, let the stupid Popock be their guide!

It is regarded as a meritorious service. ”

——

"It's all your fault! It's all your fault! Bastard, you tricked me into saying that I had to use my exploits to wash away my defeat, and now I'm finished, Overseer Hurley has stripped me of all my honor, you damn cripple! ”

In Popok's private tent, Popok, who had been whipped severely, grabbed the knife and yelled at the hooded guy sitting cross-legged in front of him, unhurriedly tasting the jerky of the Dark Mountains:

"I'm going to kill you!"

"Kill you, poor Popock, but you know that if I hadn't given you an analysis of the situation, you would have been driven to your death by the other cunning Overseers with your stupid brain, not to mention some ragtag armies from them."

Nash, who was in the Popock tent as a "captive" of the Black-Eyed Clan, did not panic at all.

The Bloodclaw Chief followed His Excellency the "Virtuous Wolf" to various parts of Transylasia, and had seen the world in the Battle of the Swamp, coupled with his cunning and being taught by Hogg's words and deeds, it was no problem to deal with a reckless and vegetable young gnoll at this time.

It let out a gnoll-man laugh, and as it shoved the unchewable jerky into its mouth and chewed, it said:

"If I hadn't brought you those treasures and bribed the other Overseers to say nice things about you, you thought you would have come back alive today? We Translantian gnolls know that the best consequence of getting into this kind of trouble is to be beheaded, but you're still alive!

Come on, Popok, put down your knife and don't scare people, you're not good at this kind of thing.

Although you are indeed reckless, you are not stupid, I don't believe that it has been so many days, and you still haven't tasted it. ”

"Hmph, I don't understand what you're saying!"

Popock dropped his sword and sat with his tail wagging his tail in a sad face, while Nash stood up and quietly appeared beside Popock after a shadow walk, and the Bloodclaw Chief whispered:

"You're just playing dumb, because you're scared, and you know very well that none of the clans you've sent to death these days are vassals of the Whiptail Clan, and you know that the cunning Whiptail Overseers are using your hand to eradicate dissidents.

You know everything, but you just don't dare to say it.

Hahaha, everyone on the mainland says that we gnolls are stupid and barbaric, but look at these guys playing tricks no worse than other races, it seems that our civilization is indeed quietly improving, and Lord Wolf's prophecy is obviously correct.

Listen to me, Bobock!

You don't need to be afraid, Master Hurley is calling you an idiot on the surface, but in reality he thinks you're doing a good job.

The Whiptail Clan can protect you if you show more value. Well? Someone is coming outside, I'll hide first, and you can deal with it yourself. ”

With that, Nash disappeared into the shadows.

As a high-ranking member of Hogg to join the Blood Rat Gang, this wonderful shadow escape was taught by Lady Dorothy.

Popok himself ran out of the tent, and after a few minutes came back in disgrace, looking at the animal skin in his hand, he gritted his teeth, and said:

"Damn! It sent me to die! He asked me to be a guide for the Dirtclaw Clan and take them to the Blood Banner Heights, and said that if I dared to run again this time, I would have my head, this dog! ”

"Bopock! Use your brain! ”

Nash scolded beside him:

"Where do you think the Dirtclaw Clan came from?"

"Dirtclaw Clan. That's a vassal of the Splittal Clan. Ah, I see! ”

Popok immediately clasped his claws, and Nash appeared at this time, and he laughed and flicked his tail, like a dwarf standing beside the giant, and said to Popok:

"You see, Overseer Hurley has captured your 'worth' at once, my dear Popock, don't be afraid, do what you've been doing the best you've been doing for the past few days! Bring the Dirtclaw Clan to the Transenian barbarians, and your mission is complete.

Of course, if you just do this, you can survive at best.

If you want the Overseers of Hurley to appreciate you, you'll have to do something to show your loyalty to the Whiptail Clan. ”

Nash took a small vial from his waist, shoved it into Popoc's hand, and said:

"It's a venom extract from the Swamp Serpent, apply it to your knife, and with just one precise backstab, you'll be able to get rid of the Whiptail Clan and the Archoverseer of Hurley.

I'm sure you should know who your knife should be aimed at.

Trust me, Bopock, I've been helping you for the past few days, haven't I?

We're already friends. ”

But Popok's eyes rolled, and he handed back the bottle of poison in his hand, and said to a surprised Nash:

"Since we're friends, it should be normal for me to ask you to help me do this, right? Isn't assassination what the Assassins do best? ”

"Good! I knew you were a big guy! ”

Nash grinned, a grim grin under his hood, and said:

"But you think clearly, Popock, I am the most loyal and brave chief under the command of Lord Virtuous Wolf, and if you ask me for help, it means that you will also serve the cause of Lord Virtuous Wolf."

"You do it first! Come to think of it, hell, I haven't seen your so-called virtuous wolf, and I don't know what it's up to."

Popock scolded with some irritation:

"I used to be bored when I heard my father talk about the contradiction between the whiptail and the claw, but I didn't expect that one day I would have to rely on the old man's words to survive.

Scald!

This is not the life of a warrior as I imagined it!

Shouldn't the gnolls use bravery to decide the victory?

The good traditions left by the King of Biting Bones have been ruined by this swarm of worms! If one day I can become the Grand Overseer, I must wipe out all these tricks of power! Let the cunning and filthy gnolls return to the good times of simplicity and bravery. ”

"Well, Popoc, I have some faith in you, I'm sure you'll be the Grand Overseer."

Nash whispered:

"Lord Virtuous Wolf is a generous leader, as long as you work hard, you are just a Grand Overseer, but I am now more interested in your father, who has insight into the hidden contradictions between the two great clans. If you survive this time, take Lady Virtuous Wolf to meet him.

I believe that it may be the kind of 'local thinker' that adults need. ”

(End of chapter)