My players are so fierce

Chapter 592 591.TMD! How did the jackals become like this!

"Snapped"

A loud slap represents the release of unbearable rage.

In the Gnoll camp, which is almost a mountain away from the "Blood Flag Highlands", Hurley, the great warlord of the Whiptail Clan, who was hurrying over, had already pulled out the Gnoll serrated sword from his waist, roaring to kill the man in front of him. The idiot who was slapped to the ground by him was beheaded in public.

None of the surrounding governors from various small clans stepped forward to stop him. The eyes of these jackals were full of contempt and joy.

Only Lord Popok Black Eyes, who was knocked to the ground, felt despair in his heart.

It's over, now I have to die and serve the Lord of the Hunt!

But the high-ranking warlord's sword did not cut it down in the end, not only because it knew that the situation had reached this point and it could not be undone by cutting down this idiot, but also because before the warlord came, he went to the Black Eyes Clan to get some for the Whiptail Clan. Arrived 2000 elite soldiers.

The Black-Eye Clan just gave it to its elite, and you cut off its young chief. Isn't this somewhat inappropriate?

Even jackals have to be polite and sophisticated.

Hurley held his sword angrily and glared at the bastard in front of him for his reckless behavior and the loss of the lives of more than a thousand soldiers in a few days.

This incompetent Popok should really be grateful that it has a chief father.

"Is this how you fight your battles?"

The angry Grand Overseer kicked Popok over again, and he roared:

"What kind of stupid jackal are you! Are you an idiot disguised as a kobold? Just such a position! You sent more than a thousand soldiers in six days and still haven't taken it? Are you still great? A member of the Gnolls?

damn thing!

Have you been bribed by a vampire? Are you an undercover agent of the Transians on our side? "

"It's unjust! I'm unjust!"

Popok, whose face was covered in blood, screamed:

"I am really following the orders of King Bone Gripper and King Whip Tail seriously. The two kings said that we jackals should fearlessly charge and tear apart everything in our way. I also absolutely believe in the invincible jackals. A warrior is not deterred by small failures.

warlord!

Please believe me, I ordered the brave warriors to continuously attack the Blood Flag Highland, which has caused the elites of Transia to lose their troops!

If you don’t believe it, ask them!

The other party has already lost one battle group, and the second battle group they sent was killed by the warriors I sent until there are only more than a hundred people left!

All it takes is one more charge!

Yes!

All it takes is one last charge!

We can take the high ground that brought endless humiliation to the gnolls, and we can pull out the damn flag!

Give me another chance, Overseer, let me lead the men to charge again! "

"Opportunity? No chance!"

The anger in the Whiptail Overseer's heart rose again because of this damn sophistry. He suddenly felt that it was very risky to keep this idiot in his army just because Chief Black Eyes had 2,000 elites.

This guy really vividly explained what "one general is incompetent and the entire army is exhausted".

But as a Grand Overseer, it was not carried away by anger. After yelling at his guards to drive the wailing Popok Black Eyes out, the Whiptail Overseer looked back at the several low-level Overseers beside him.

While panting and looking at the shocking casualties, it yelled:

"Popok is a fool who only thinks about loyalty, but are you too! You are the commanders of various small clans, so you are so willing to hand over your warriors to it, and let it continue to kill people?

Damn it!

Did it bribe you too? What about the kobolds that are vassals of your clan? Why not send kobolds up to deliver it! "

Several lower-level warlords looked at me and I looked at you. Finally, an old warrior from a medium-sized clan directly attached to the Whiptail clan came forward to explain:

"Warlord Hurley, the high ground is not far from the Black Flame Pass. It is within the reach of the dwarf earth priests. The kobolds' digging tactics are useless. We have concentrated the kobolds from each clan in another area. In one direction, dig a tunnel leading to the mountain pass.

That is a direct order from the Splitclaw Clan. The Splitclaw Clan is the general manager of the direction of Transia. We dare not disobey her order. The Splitclaw Clan wants our kobolds to prepare a large hole in the ground for their soldiers to launch a sneak attack. use.

Moreover, as far as that strange highland is concerned, although this bad battle was indeed a stupid thing done by that idiot Popok, what the young man said was actually not wrong. The number of people on the other side who died was no less than ours.

I assure you in the name of the Lord of the Hunt that the Transians on that position are the true elites of humanity!

They are more ferocious than the hunting dogs of the Blood Alliance clan. No, those hunting dogs are not as good as these Transian lunatics. At least the Blood Alliance retinues will retreat voluntarily when they are at a disadvantage, but the Transians will not.

Even if they are in dire straits, they will drink strange potions to burn their lives and use vicious spells to make a last stand against us.

This terrifying fighting will even frightened our tribesmen, this cannot be faked.

This is also the main reason why the few of us have never sent our elite troops to accompany Popok to mess around, but have only sent weak soldiers to join the battle, waiting for you to come and take charge of the overall situation. "

The jackal veteran who was blind in one eye sighed and said helplessly:

"Even if we don't want to admit it, the defensive power of that highland cannot be taken down by us jackals alone. We are all hunters and barbarians, and the only hunting priests are Popok who come from the Black Eyes clan in the name of Recruited from nearby.

Without the cooperation of the priests, we can't take that damn high ground. "

“It’s not like it’s the only way forward!”

When Whiptail Overseer Hurley heard what the veteran who had been fighting in the Dark Mountains for most of his life said, the anger in his heart was suppressed a little, but the Overseer looked at the animal skin map in front of him and frowned and asked:

"The high ground is just a road leading to the Black Flame Pass. If it is difficult to chew, why not go around it? Directly attack the position at the Black Flame Pass? Don't tell me you can't even come up with this method!"

"We tried, Overseer."

Another jackal hunting captain explained helplessly:

"But because the Blood Flag Highland stands there, Popok's consecutive defeats have made the morale of the defenders at Black Flame Pass extremely high. They imitated the group of Transian lunatics and established similar sentries and highlands on other roads. They must pull out Only by removing those sentry posts can we attack Black Flame Pass.

Although the intensity of the fighting at other outposts was not as exaggerated as in the Blood Flag Highlands, the hunting dogs of the Blood Alliance clan also refused to retreat. We tried to charge in different directions several times but ended in failure.

Because the kobolds have been recruited by the Splitclaw clan, even if we can remove those sentries, we still lack the soldiers to occupy them. And as soon as we retreat, those stubborn bastards will return to the ruins with their battle flags to rebuild. it.

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

As long as the Blood Flag Highlands remains, we will not be able to use intimidation tactics to break the morale of Black Flame Pass.

Although Popok's behavior was stupid and reckless, it did get to the point of the problem by accident. If we cannot destroy the Blood Flag Highlands, we will not be able to touch the Black Flame Pass. "

Having said this, several other warlords hesitated and exchanged glances with each other. Then the most senior warlord whispered to Hurley:

"Warlord Hurley, we are all servants of the Whiptail Clan. We are one of our own. We can say some things directly in front of you. Another reason why everyone has stayed here is that the current defense situation of Black Flame Pass is too Exaggerated.

Those Blood Alliance lunatics turned it into another small brass fortress

Let me put it this way, even if there is no Blood Flag Highland, all of us can't even think of opening the first level of positions at Black Flame Pass if we throw them all in, and the number of positions there is at least nine levels above.

If you must attack, we are willing to follow you without fear of death, but to be honest, you'd better not take this chore on yourself.

This time the Black Disaster was caused by the bastards of the Splitclaw Clan who were attacking Transia. Why should the warriors of the Whiptail Clan be sacrificed for their victory in vain? "

The old warlord's words silenced Hurley.

It knew that there was definitely a reason why the front line was fighting such a bad battle. How could Popok, a young man who had just arrived and had no prestige, get the power to mobilize soldiers from various clans to die?

Now it seems that young Popok is indeed the "scapegoat" pushed to the forefront by this group of cunning old jackals.

But Hurley can't scold these compatriots who are playing tricks on the battlefield, because they are right, using the lives of their own clansmen to fight for the interests of other clans is not considered brave and great in the eyes of the jackals.

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

Since it is a hard nut, let the Splitclaw clan gnaw on it, and just bring the elites of the Whiptail clan to sing praises to the "great" Mistress Splitclaw.

When he thought of this, Warlord Hurley made up his mind.

"Okay, I can understand your thoughts for the Whiptail Clan, but even if there are such troubles and difficulties, your performance has disappointed me! You are all outstanding warriors of the big and small clans, but you can't even have a small one. Even the high ground cannot be taken!

Really unworthy of the name of bravery! "

Hurley held on to the brutal and majestic serrated sword on his waist, it shook its tail and shouted loudly:

"Because of your failure, your power as a military governor has been temporarily stripped away! Go back and purge the elites of your respective clans. If such a stupid failure occurs again, I will sacrifice your heads to the flag!"

The other governors, big and small, immediately understood and confessed in unison.

The warlord who had the closest relationship with the Whiptail clan asked in a low voice:

"Commander Hurley, are we still going to fight?"

"The morale is so low, why fight? Although I long for victory, the lives of my people should not be wasted on such a stupid occasion."

Hurley cursed righteously:

"If all this was caused by the reckless and stupid Popok, then that bastard should die to atone for his sins! Which clan is the only clan in the camp that is still intact?"

"It's the Dirty Claw clan, Overseer! That cunning Chief Dirty Claw has been passively avoiding the war in the past few days, always giving us various excuses."

The warlord next to him immediately said:

"They are loyal vassals of the Splitclaw clan. They have many voodoo priests, and some hunting priests of the Bloodscar clan are also helping."

"Um, is that so?"

Hurley's eyes flashed fiercely and he cursed:

"It turns out it's all because these cowards who play voodoo dare not go into battle, which is why our warriors suffered heavy casualties! You! You go and convey my order and let Chief Dirty Claw prepare for battle immediately, otherwise they will be executed as deserters. !

By the way, let stupid Popok be their guide!

Just think of it as meritorious deeds. "

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"It's all your fault! It's all your fault! Bastard, it's all you who tried to trick me into saying that I must use military exploits to wash away my failure. Now I'm done. Warlord Hurley has deprived me of all my honors. It's all because of you, this damn crippled bitch. of!"

In Popok's private tent, Popok, who had been severely whipped, grabbed the knife and stared at the man in front of him with red eyes, tasting the dried meat from the Dark Mountains without haste. The hooded guy yelled:

"I am going to kill you!"

"Kill as you like, poor Popok, but you know that if I hadn't analyzed the situation for you, with your stupid brain, you would have been driven out to death by other cunning warlords, let alone being able to escape from them. There’s going to be some motley army coming in.”

Nash, who stayed in Popok's camp as a "captive" of the Black Eyes clan, didn't panic at all.

Chief Bloodclaw followed the "Wise Wolf" to various parts of Transia. He also saw the world in the Swamp Battle. In addition, he was already cunning and was taught by Hog's words and deeds. At this time, he had no chance to deal with a reckless and incompetent young jackal. Next words.

It laughed like a jackal, and while stuffing the chewy dried meat into its mouth and chewing it, it said:

"If I hadn't brought you those treasures and asked you to bribe the other governors to say good things to you, do you think you could come back alive today? We Transian Jackals all know the best consequences of causing such trouble. You were also beheaded, but you are still alive!

Popok, come on, put down your knife and stop scaring people, you're not good at this kind of thing.

Although you are indeed reckless, you are not stupid. I don't believe you haven't tasted it after so many days. "

"Huh, I don't understand what you're talking about!"

Popok threw away his sword and sat there with a sullen expression, waving his tail and feeling sorry for himself. Nash stood up and quietly appeared next to Popok after a shadow walk. Chief Bloodclaw whispered:

"You are just pretending to be stupid because you are scared. You know very well that the clans you have sent to death in the past few days are not vassals of the Whiptail clan. You know that those cunning Whiptail governors are using your hands to eradicate dissidents.

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

Hahaha, everyone on the mainland says that we jackals are stupid and barbaric, but looking at the tricks these guys play, they are no worse than other races. It seems that our civilization is indeed quietly progressing, and Master Xianlang's prediction is obviously correct.

Listen to me, Popok!

You don't need to be afraid. Lord Hurley may insult you as a fool, but in fact he also thinks you are doing a good job.

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

After saying that, Nash suddenly disappeared into the shadows.

As a senior member of the Blood Rat Gang who followed Hogg, this wonderful shadow escape came from Ms. Dorothy's personal teachings.

Popok ran out of the camp on his own, and came back a few minutes later with a disgraced face. He looked at the animal skin in his hand and ordered, gritting his teeth and saying:

"Damn it! It sent me to die! It asked me to be a guide for the Filthy Claw clan and take them to the Blood Flag Highlands. It also said it would kill me if I dare to run away again this time, this piece of shit!"

"Popoc! Use your brain!"

Nash scolded from the side:

"Think about where the Filthy Claws come from?"

"The Filthy Claw Clan. That's a vassal of the Splitclaw Clan. Ah, I understand!"

Popok immediately clasped his paws, and Nash also appeared at this time. He chuckled and swung his tail, like a dwarf standing next to a giant, and gave Popok advice:

"You see, Overseer Hurley immediately captured your 'value', my dear Bobok, don't be afraid, do what you have done best in the past few days! Take the Filthy Claw clan to Transian Savagery in front of people, and then your mission is accomplished.

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

If you want Warlord Hurley to appreciate you, you'll have to do something to show your loyalty to Clan Whiptail. "

Nash took a small bottle from his waist, put it into Popock's hand, and said:

"This is the venom extracted from the giant swamp snake. Apply it on your knife, and with just one precise backstab, you can get rid of a problem for the Whiptail Clan and Lord Hurley.

I believe you should know who you should aim your knife at.

Trust me, Popok, I've been helping you these past few days, haven't I?

we are already friends. "

But Popok rolled his eyes, handed back the poison bottle in his hand, and said to the surprised Nash:

"Since we are friends, it should be normal for me to ask you to do this for me, right? Shouldn't assassinations be what assassins are best at?"

"Okay! I knew you were a man of great things!"

Nash grinned, a sinister smile appeared under his hood, and said:

"But think clearly, Popok, I am the most loyal and brave chief under Lord Xianlang. If you ask me for help, it means that you also have to serve Lord Xianlang's cause."

"You do it first! Let me think about it again, hell, I have never seen your so-called wise wolf, let alone what it wants to do."

Popok scolded a little irritably:

"I used to feel bored when I heard my dad talk about the contradiction between Whiptail and Splitting Claw, but I never thought that one day I would have to rely on the old man's words to survive.

Blanch!

This is not the warrior life I imagined!

Shouldn't the victory between jackals and werewolves be decided by bravery?

The beautiful traditions left by the Bone-Gnawer King have been ruined by these insects! If one day I can become the Grand Overseer, I will definitely get rid of all these power-seeking insects! Let the gnolls who have become cunning and filthy return to the good old days of simplicity and bravery. "

"Well, Popok, I have some confidence in you. I believe you will definitely become the Grand Overseer."

Nash whispered:

"Master Xianlang is a generous leader. As long as you work hard, you are just a great governor. But now I am more interested in your father who has insight into the hidden conflicts between the two big clans. If you can survive this time, Take Mr. Xianlang to meet it.

I believe it may be the kind of ‘local think tank’ adults need. "