“………………I can’t understand it after translation…………………”

Although I couldn't listen to the language of the werewolves at all, it was also a smart creature after all. Iger could tell from the old shaman's tears that this guy was definitely scolding him angrily, and maybe he was also accusing himself of attacking women and children?

Who cares?

Once on the battlefield, Eiger became enlightened, either you die or I die! What's more, if the little wizard really falls into the hands of these guys, he might have to be peeled and cooked and enjoyed as a top-notch delicacy. These gnolls who are not jealous are of the same virtue as their close relatives, mud-clawed gnolls, and they have no burden to eat human flesh or anything.

Putting aside the cheap sympathy in his heart, he quickly gathered the fire element that had not yet dissipated in the air. The fireball technique came out, and the target was aimed directly at the surviving old shaman of the river claw. This time the old patriarch failed to survive. After quickly inserting a healing totem in front of him, he was directly blown away by the big fireball technique of the washbasin, and blood spilled on the spot... Without the support of the shaman elemental power, the healing totem only sent a miniature healing wave to the gnolls around him, and quickly dissipated in the air.

The gnoll warrior who lost his leader began to launch a final charge at Eiger. He conveniently fired several arcane missiles and harvested the lives of these gnoll warriors with basic residual blood. Then he used up and turned his target to those gnoll "civilians" who "survived" and were not affected by the flame storm until they were killed all... At this point, this small river clawed gnoll were completely erased.

...

He sighed when he chopped off the claws used to receive rewards one by one. Although he had a certain sense of awareness, he could never completely let go. While applauding his ruthless performance, he was entangled in his cowardice, especially when he wanted to chop off the claws of the claws of the claws of the claws of the claws of the Western People's Army. It was stated on the signboard of the Western People's Army that the claws of the claws of the claws can be exchanged for half of the coins of the male werewolf...

Most of the supplies in this small village, together with their owners, disappeared completely, but some food could be excavated in places that were not affected by the flames. In fact, Aige, who came out of Sentinel Ridge, wanted to compete for some food for the westerners, but when he saw the grain reserves of these jackals, he was completely disgusted...

The bark, grass roots, unknown tubers fully demonstrate that these werewolves are real omnivores. It’s fine, these are smelly fish and shrimps, large clam shells, small bird corpses, unknown animals’ spines, and things that are very similar to human skulls. These are what Eiger can identify, and there are some meat pieces that I don’t know where to cut. I don’t know who the original owner is, and whether it is a human being. Can these foods be eaten?

Eiger could only add a fire and completely burned these messy reserve rations. The idea of ​​the wolf snatching food naturally went bankrupt!

If you do this a few times, maybe you will get a wanted order from the gnoll? It's like Hog's West Spring Fortress! He felt a little psychologically burdened. He decided to leave these gnolls related to the land dispute to the Westerners to cook for themselves. Anyway, after doing this, his gnoll series of tasks should be more than enough. If you kill them, it would be worth it. After making this decision, he was in a little better. If you can avoid it in the future...

In a wilderness far away from this settlement, he found an uninhabited hut and settled again. This place is not far from the Jangorod Mine!

Previously, I took out a blue card from the corpse of the old shaman. Unfortunately, this card is one-star, a young priestess, a neutral one-star blue minion card.

The standard figure of 1 star 2-1 is the special effect of a minion at the end of the round, which is randomly a minion + 1 point of life maximum. In the fast attack deck, it is extremely popular, especially the fast attack warlock. It can almost be concluded that there must be two young priestesses. Perhaps this card is not particularly awesome, but it is a card that can accumulate advantages. Each round can add a little life limit to friendly forces, which can make your low-health fast attack minion more easily. At the same time, you can use 2 points of attack power to redeem with your opponent at any time, which is very good.

There is not much to say about this card. Many fast break decks like to lead, so it makes sense. I won’t say more here.

The physical card in Eiger's hand has no so-called turn concept, and the special effects naturally change: when summoning the young priestess, all the summoned minions have a maximum vitality of +1, and this effect only takes effect once.

This is equivalent to changing the ability to a battle cry, which takes effect once when summoned, but this time it can be plural and can take effect on all minions (except the young priestess herself), which is worthy of her identity as a blue card, nice!

...

Speechless! It actually made people exaggerate!

The mage narrowed his eyes. The row of things in front of him really made him hesitate for a moment. What did he see?

A row of heads, a row of heads inserted on sharpened wooden sticks!

This is a bit like a ritual, but it is obviously very warning. The original owners of the heads were abandoned randomly under the erect wooden sticks, and vultures were already pecking at their internal organs. Some of them had hoes on them, which showed that they should be a farmer from the west, and some were inserted with broken swords. This was intriguing...

The deceased may be the Western People's Army, and it is very likely that they were free mercenaries with similar identity as Eiger. After analyzing, he favored the latter because judging from the clothes of the corpses with broken swords, they did not look like the Western People's Army's style, but they were not as chaotic as the Western People's Army. Iger could not tell from the heads of the wooden sticks that these people were mercenaries who had a relationship with him. Even if their faces were not deformed, he did not seem to have such good memory.

anger?

Not at all! If you are angry, why do you want the police?

In this world, violence and force are still the main theme. If these people are free mercenaries, they must have taken over the task of restoring the mine cave, and people die for money and birds die for food. They failed, so it is natural for them to hold their heads here.

If Eiger fails, his head will also be sharpened with a wooden stick, and he will be stuck in the most conspicuous place. There may even be Diafi thieves beating and gongs and drums and muttering everywhere: "Look, we have killed a mage! His name is...what does he call him? Anyway, his identity is a mage! We also used a wooden stick to burst his chrysanthemum!"

This is the law of the world. The loser loses everything and even gives the right to dispose of the corpse to others!

Humanity? Only the winner is qualified to talk about humanity!

...

Under the scorching sun, the sun seemed to be mocking, scorching the earth vigorously. Some of the heads on the sticks were still fresh, while others were obviously inserted earlier, and they began to rot. This stench attracted the infamous vultures, and these rotten birds "quacked" and sang the death knives in groups, falling down in groups to eat the carrion. In the grass not far away, two Diafis secretly whistled, keeping watching the situation nearby...

With his powerful mental network, Eiger discovered them in advance, but he resisted it and did not take action. Killing them is easy, but it is easier to alarm the enemy.

He carefully walked around the secret whistle and sneaked towards the direction of the Jangorod mine. Although he did not drink expensive invisibility potion, his long-term experience as a mercenary allowed him to learn at least some of the superficial knowledge of stealth. Although it cannot be called a skill, it is very practical. At least, the busy Diafi thieves did not find him.

It's very busy, just like a noisy construction site. It's very busy and orderly. Today should be a trading day, so Eiger was lucky enough to see the scene of the cave entrance being in full swing...

The collusion between the kogs and the Diafi Brotherhood is no longer news. In fact, after the fraternities deteriorated from their early purpose, they have fallen to the point where they can collude with any evil forces as long as they can serve their great cause. This is like this, such as the troops in the South China Sea, the unpopular team of warlocks, and so are these kogs.

The dog-headed man is the most dedicated and passionate mining industry and the best miner. Although the ore finishing process is no longer possible, the efficiency of the light wheel mining is definitely first-class. The Brotherhood has taken this eye on this. They have three major mine caves, complete veins and are all rich mines. They use these rich veins as bases to melt part of the mined ore into available steel, and sell them directly to the South China Sea Pirates Group at a low price, so that they can sell them at high prices from the sea to supplement the Brotherhood's increasingly tense expenses.

But the three rich mines need to be mined at the same time, and their manpower is insufficient, so they cooperate with the kobolds. They provide food, clothing and weapons in exchange for the kobolds' labor output. As long as the kobolds work hard, they can use the dug out ore to exchange with the brotherhood, food, wine, and even women!

Don't mind, kobolds also have a day when they are tired of female kobolds. Although their aesthetic views are disabled, they have a lot of desire for human women. If there is a need, there will be transactions, just like there is no buying or selling, there will be no killing.

With the permission of the Brotherhood, many kobolds entered the Jangorod mine and began their dream of gold rushing! As long as they are diligent and lucky, they can not only obtain enough food, clothes that can cover their bodies and keep warm, simple weapons and equipment, and attractive wine supply. If they can even dig out special minerals, they can also trade high-value commodities such as gems, white jade, jade, and crystals to exchange them for some women and some authentic western human women.
Chapter completed!