Azeroth Hoag Biography

"It seems that the gnolls of the Darkskin Clan are not as smart as you think!" Graf said with a smile to Yuler. At this time, they had arrived at the camp that originally belonged to the Redridge Mountain Clan, or rather To be more precise, among the ruins of the camp, it was obvious that the gnolls of the Darkskin Clan just set a fire in the Redridge Clan's camp and left. However, because of this, Graf was just one of the ruins. After casually flipping through it, I found a lot of small objects that could be used for tracking, such as broken bones, fragments of clay pots, and a small bag of Jackal toys (most of which were bones left by some small animals, Jackals Human pups can use these as building blocks and snacks).

"These bad guys from the Darkskin Clan are really too much. We have been our old neighbors for so many years, and they actually dare to do such cruel things to their old neighbors!" Yuler was very angry because Graf was in the camp. What was unearthed were not only small objects used for tracking, but also more jackals that had been burnt alive into charcoal by the fire. When he thought that his family might also be lying among these unrecognizable charcoal, Yule felt My heart is bleeding.

"Blood for blood, tooth for tooth, your neighbors will definitely pay the price, but I think before that, we should find your tribe first!" Graf has memorized the items left by the jackals. Smell, so under its urging, Yuler buried all his anger and sadness deep in his heart, waiting to one day seek justice from the bastards of the Darkskin clan.

"You're right, I have to find other surviving jackals quickly." So Yule followed Graf closely and headed towards the mountains. But before he had gone far, Yule heard something in the forest. There was a faint cry for help, so Ule patted Graf and signaled to go to the direction where the cry for help came from to see what happened there.

"Seriously, judging from the smell, your tribe is not in that direction, so this is most likely a trap. Are you sure you want to go there and take a look?" Graf can feel that the smell left by the jackal is heading towards Stretching in the other direction, it is obvious that these guys calling for help are unlikely to be Yule's tribe, so Graf thought that he should remind Yule.

"Isn't that what you said? Here in the Redridge Mountains, there are no enemies who can threaten us?" Yuler first said something back to Graf, but seeing the confused expression on Graf's face, Yuler secretly sighed. , and then explained his purpose: "We don't know anything about the situation here now, so I think our top priority now should be to understand the current situation first. No matter whether there is a trap over there, at least there are people there, and if there are people there, we will We can understand the situation. As for the traps of jackals and orcs, I think it shouldn’t be difficult to deal with these enemies with our strength.”

However, when Ule and Graf approached with caution, they discovered that the guy calling for help was actually a goblin hanging on a branch.

"Whoever it is, please save me!" Perhaps because he heard the sound of Yule and Graf walking, the voice of the goblin hanging on the branch became obviously louder. However, the goblin discovered that he was coming from the forest. Ule and Graf walked out of it, and their calls for help suddenly stopped, but their faces became much darker visibly to the naked eye.

"Excuse me, are you here to kill poor old Forslag?" Obviously the goblin who was hung on the tree did not want to see the gnoll, and of course Ule and Graf were not surprised by this. , after all, jackals have a bad reputation, and compared to other races, this goblin still maintains some of the most basic etiquette. Of course, it would be better if his teeth did not tremble so much when he smiled.

"Fuslag? Is this your name? How did you get here?" Yule asked with some confusion. Although finding a goblin made both Yule and Graf feel a little unexpected, but who Do you know if the head of this goblin Fuslag contains exactly the information they want to know?After all, itinerant goblin merchants often also work as intelligence dealers.

"Well, I'm an engineer. I only came here because of a failed scientific experiment." Fuslag rolled his eyes and replied. It was obvious that Fuslag had concealed something about himself. situation, but his acting skills are really terrible, so both Ule and Graf know it well, but they are too lazy to pursue Fuslag's concealment. They just want to know what is inside the mind of this goblin Fuslag. Is there any information you want to know?

"Do you know anything about Redridge Mountain?" Ule didn't bother to talk in circles with this cunning little man. It asked directly. When outsiders were around, Graf pretended to be Yule's mount, so any negotiation would be difficult. All the work was done by Yuler.

"You said this is the Redridge Mountains? Oh my god! Could it be that Old Forslag has come so far away?" Obviously this goblin is new here and doesn't even know where this place is.

When they saw this goblin Fuslag who didn't know anything at all, Ule and Graf immediately turned around and left. They had no time to waste on this goblin of unknown origin, and when they saw Ule, they turned around and left after a disagreement. Fuslag was also startled. He quickly shouted to stay and was about to leave Yuler: "Don't leave! I have a lot of money, as long as you save my life and protect me back to Booty Bay. , all my money is yours!"

"Sorry, I have something urgent, so you should continue to wait for the next jackal or orc who can save you!" Obviously money is completely meaningless to Yule now, so his heart has no fluctuations, and he even I want to laugh, but anyway, there are obviously many inaccuracies in what Fuslag said, so it is reasonable for Ule not to want to save a guy who doesn't even tell the truth.

"Please save me! I'm willing to do anything. I've been hanging here for three days, and you are the first people to pass by!" Seeing that Yule didn't care about his conditions at all, Fosla Ge's scream became even more pitiful: "You just left like this, why not just kill me! At least this will save you a little pain!"

"This is what you said, don't regret it!" Graf said, taking out a shining flying knife from behind, and then waved the knife at Forslag. (To be continued.)