Half-elf Ranger

In the dark night, the cold moon hangs high, and the frigid wind is overwhelming, whizzing over the treetops of the jungle, and the shadows of the trees sway violently.

The bonfires flickered in the unfinished camp of the Gnoll tribe, and the frantic wolf howls were frequently heard, stirring constantly under the night sky.

quack~quack~

At this time, a black crow shrouded in shadows hid in the air, made a hoarse and desolate ominous sound, fluttered its small wings, and flashed away from the gnoll camp.

Snapped!

In a corner of the gnoll camp where animal skins and debris were piled up, the delicate glass bottle shone with the cold light of the cold moon, like a gleam of contempt.

It galloped down from the air and hit a solid wooden stake, making a faint sound of broken glass.

boom!

After the viscous hot glue liquid comes into contact with the air, it is like dry wood touching a fire, and the raging flame greedily spreads to everything that can be ignited around, burning violently.

The soaring firelight drove an unpleasant burnt smell and thick smoke to fill every corner of this space.

Ow!

When the guards patrolling in the camp noticed the fire, they raised their voices to the sky and let out bursts of hurried wolf howls.

Groups of terrifying gnolls rushed out of the simple wooden house in a panic.

The red flames reflected on their hideous faces full of scars, adding a bit of splendor to the chaotic night.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

With the hoarse screams of the crows, the glass bottle fell to the hard ground, making a fine crunching sound.

In an instant, it was overshadowed by the howls of gnolls, the roars of ogres, and the panicked screams of goblin kobold slaves.

In this unfinished gnoll camp built on the edge of the Emerald River, under the dazzling firelight, there are ferocious-looking humanoids running around in panic.

"As expected of the gnolls from the Great Sword Mark Mountains, it can be seen from these neat and orderly buildings that they are quite civilized."

Holat, who was hiding in the dark, glanced at the general situation of the gnoll camp through the hot firelight, and sighed.

"How else could it be possible to suppress the many humanoid tribes in the mountains, headed by hill giants and ogres.

If they hadn't killed themselves to attack Winterfell, resulting in a major loss of strength, the delicate balance in the mountains would have been broken, and our territory in the Emerald Field would not have been threatened by these large gnoll tribes. "

Thorne, who was hiding beside Horat, also glanced at him and said lightly.

These gnoll tribes from the depths of the Great Sword Mark Mountains clearly have their own heritage.

They know how to forge weapons, make leather armor, domesticate beasts, and woo allies on a massive scale.

At the same time, they will capture a large number of kobolds and goblins as their slaves, mining, forging weapons and equipment and doing some sundry work for them in their spare time.

When launching an invasion, they are driven to serve as cannon fodder at the forefront, and can also be used as a reserve food when food is in short supply.

It's simply the most vivid display of the value of a slave.

From the coverage of the gnoll camp, Thorne can roughly judge that there are at least 1,500 gnolls in this camp.

And that's not counting the goblin kobold slaves they've captured, and the two or five allies they've wooed: hill giants, ogres, and trolls.

These gnolls obviously came across the Emerald River from the Great Sword Mark Mountains, and then built their camp in the depths of the Moonlight Jungle, next to the turbulent Emerald River to the west and the bottomless swamp of the Lizardmen to the east.

This relatively favorable terrain just blocked the road from Twilight Town to Iron Horse Town. It could be seen from the way the other party established the camp, they obviously planned to stand firmly here.

Because large-scale ethnic groups will not wander around, only by establishing a complete settlement can they ensure stable development and obtain sufficient food.

As long as the gnoll tribe has enough food, their numbers will explode explosively.

The origins of gnolls can be traced back to the time when the demon lord Yenogul first came to the Material Plane and scurried through it, followed by a pack of ordinary hyenas to scavenge his slaughtered remains for the demon lord.

For convenience, Yenogu transformed these hyenas who followed him into the first group of gnolls, and followed him around and slaughtered until they were banished back to the bottomless abyss.

Since then, these hyena-transformed gnolls have been scattered around the world to thrive, becoming a terrifying legacy of demonic power.

The king of the gnolls, Yenogu's greatest dream, was to see his people, the gnolls, flourish.

He always imagined a Prime Material Plane controlled by his people, where elves, humans, dwarves, and halflings were nothing but slaves and food for gnolls.

These gnoll descendants left behind on the Material Plane often celebrate victories by performing demonic rituals and sacrificing blood for Yenogul.

Demon lords will also be happy to reward these devout worshippers, and in order to strengthen the people of the material plane, the gnoll king will make one of the sacrificial rituals possessed by demon spirits.

The gnoll, marked as Yenogu's darling, will be lucky enough to be chosen: Yenogu Fang.

When the foes killed by Yenogu's fangs are fed to common hyenas, the person being fed will, like the first gnolls made by Yenogu, go through a horrific transformation and become fully grown gnolls.

Depending on the number of hyenas in a gnoll tribe, Yenogu Fang may have dramatically increased the numbers of its fellow gnolls.

Finding and killing these Yenogu fangs is the only way to control the gnoll population.

"Let's go!"

Thorne, who was hiding in the dark, saw that the gnoll camp was in complete chaos at this time, and immediately waved to Horat next to him.

When he noticed that several giant hill giants uprooted trees with a height of more than five meters, and used the dense branches and leaves to beat the burning fire like a broom.

They understood that this kind of chaotic fire might not last long in front of the giant on the hill, so the two of them must hurry up.

Seeing Horat's response, Thorne waved his hand gently and his mind moved.

——“Shadow Hand School (Enhanced Skill): Shadow Cloak!”

With the start of the move, a force of qi in Thorne's body turned into a mass of shadow energy, wrapping his entire body, and then disappeared in place.

Horat was surprised to see Thorne disappearing, and put away the magic scroll that was about to be handed to Thorne.

Afterwards, I didn't dare to delay, I took out a small eyelash wrapped in transparent glue from my pocket, and quickly began to chant the spell.

- "Second-level spell: invisibility!"

When the casting material in Horat's hand disappeared, his figure also disappeared.

On a wide ground in the deepest part of the gnoll camp, four huge braziers were burning with raging fire, illuminating the entire space like daylight.

Under the light of the fire, it was a tragic picture. Scarlet bloodstains were flowing everywhere, mixed with dried bloodstains, almost soaking the entire ground, and the thick **** smell filled every corner.

There are many cages made of wood strips around the venue, filled with pungent stench, and many small and filthy gray-skinned goblins are imprisoned.

These dwarf humanoids huddled together and huddled together, looking at the **** rituals in the center of the venue, with deep fear in their eyes.