The ruined magic lamp hangs on the top of the tent, with a slightly dazzling light radiant, and a rich smell of blood filled the air with a slight smell of fishy smell.

Crunch! Crunch!

After gnawing on the flesh and blood, Habakak spit out a little bit of bones, then threw away the blood-stained bones held by both hands, and then stepped on the right foot wearing iron boots, and the bones cracked.

The magic light was a little dazzling. He looked up at the flashing light, and a ferocious smile filled the corner of his mouth. He then turned his head to look at the shadow in the corner, and cruelty was shining in the deep green eyes.

"Since you're here, why bother hiding your head and showing your feet!"

"Chief Habakak, Ye An!" The subtle spell waves dissipated, and a hunched figure asked respectfully at the Chief of the Gnoll.

A look of surprise flashed away. Habakak didn't expect that the other party knew him, and then he looked interested in his eyes.

"Lobbyist in Edalas City? Is there anything?"

"No, I'm not a lobbyist in Edalas City. I just want to tell you the origin of the human heavy cavalry and the news about a fine iron vein."

"Haha! Haha!" A loud laughter sounded, and Habakak looked at the tightly wrapped figure in front of him, and a faint pressure of life energy emerged.

"It's interesting news. If I can keep you, can I get more?"

roar!

The inexplicable howl of wolf echoed in the tent, and a trace of frost condensed on the objects everywhere. The energy in the air was like waves, dispelling a faint pressure.

"So now, do you think I can still be left behind?" The old and solemn voice echoed in the werewolf chief's ears, causing bursts of blood to roll.

"Bloodline Warlock!" Habakak's face suddenly turned solemn. He didn't expect that the one who sneaked into the camp in front of him would be a noble bloodline warlock.

Regardless of any race, as legal professions, erudition is the foundation. They usually serve as high-level officials within the race. Perhaps humans are different, but a legal profession is definitely a guest of honor for the nobles.

Bloodline warlocks are the best among the mage professions. They are born with the ability to cast spells. Without a tutor, no spell book, no rigorous training, and relying on pure bloodline power and willpower to leverage the elemental energy between heaven and earth.

"So, please let me know the news." Habakak sat upright, looking at the mysterious blood warlock in front of him.

"The Valoran leader, the human heavy cavalry comes from the Valoran leader, and the fine iron ore veins are also in the Valoran leader!" The old voice sounded again, just after listening carefully, you could hear a certain kind of helplessness.

Valoran's Collar!?

Habakak looked a little confused. Before robbing the Blackwood and Silversong provinces, the Corkel tribe had given him some relevant information, including the Valoran Corps.

He didn't understand why a mere baron's territory had such powerful heavy cavalry, and could even control important materials such as the fine iron ore veins.

When he came back to his senses and wanted to continue asking, he found that there was no trace of a blood warlock in the tent, and his ferocious face showed a thoughtful expression.

"Edalas City, Valoran leads it! The disaster is in the east, interesting!"

He knew that Valoran's leadership would definitely not be easy to deal with, otherwise the other party would not have made such a clear statement, but what he was seeking was not territory, but the human heavy cavalry.

If the heavy cavalry were not destroyed, the Gnolls would not leave Yinsong Province intact. What would you do if the territory was invaded?

"I am looking forward to the collision with you. What kind of confidence is that you have to face my legion in less than two thousand people!"

.............

Harryman Castle, a noble castle that is in the style of military fortresses, has a heavy and ancient atmosphere lingering on the towering gray walls. The guards of the noble guards stand on the battlements, and the sharp blades in their hands reflect the falling moonlight.

Perhaps because of the invasion of the werewolves, the atmosphere of the entire castle was solemn and cold, and a faint magic pattern could be seen floating on the city wall.

In the magnificent main hall, there are soft piano music echoes, and in the middle of the dance floor, many young nobles are dancing gracefully. What a gentle scene, the charm of the upper class is fully visible.

Viscount Rockefeller stood on the window of the private room, looking down at the elegant banquet below, with a complacent expression.

"The Harriman family will always be the Harriman family! It will not change its status because other nobles in the north rise."

"Did you say so? Uncle Atley." Rockefeller looked at the silver-haired old man returning behind him and said with a gentle smile.

"Yes, the Harriman family will always stand." Butler Atley lowered his head slightly and said respectfully, but there was a faint feeling of worry in his eyes.

"I have completed the task you assigned to you, it depends on the choice of the Gnoll Legion."

"Those orcs will make the most correct choice, and Edalas City will not be so easy to break." Rockefeller raised the wine glass on the mahogany stand on the right, and the rippling wine reflects a happy expression.

"I'll go down and talk to my friends. Please pay attention to the movements on the wall."

Butler Atley watched Rockefeller disappear into the room, his deep eyes full of helplessness, and finally turned into a sigh.

As the steward of the Harriman family, he should not have cared about these things, but Rockefeller's performance and the silence of Valoran's leader made him feel a lot of sorrow.

"Master Raphael, I don't know if your choice is correct."

.............

The sky is not yet completely bright, a trace of night remains in the sky, the white moon wheels hang faintly, and the dim starlight embellishes the gray sky.

Somewhere in the hill, Krei and Sgar were sleeping soundly on each other, and the flowing saliva dripping on the neck of the dragon lizard, causing Sgar to shake his body from time to time.

Tat! Tat!

The sound of horse hooves as rapid as rainstorms resounded, awakening the Yodels, rubbing their eyes with both hands, he saw the person clearly, and complained, "Little guy, what are you doing? It's not dawn yet."

"Sir Krey, the Gnolls' Legion has moved, and the specific whereabouts are unknown." Gregory said as he dismounted and bowed, his hard face filled with a solemn expression.

"???" Krey was a little confused at first, but he quickly realized that these wild orc races actually gave up the food in their mouths and chose the target again?

"Let's go, release the scouts, and you must know their next move." Krey had a bad premonition. This was his intuition to never die in a hundred battles, and something bad was about to happen.

A day later, at the height of the smooth terrain, Krei looked at the zombie legion that was moving rapidly not far away, his face as dark as a pot.

"Damn it, these guys are targeting Valoran Corps!"

If it was not clear when I first followed, but now, the route of the Gnolls' Legion is only one territory, Valoran, then everything will be obvious.

"Would we send someone to Irvingdale town to inform us?" Gregory said with a helpless look. The Gnolls were forcing them to make a choice.

Is it a head-on collision? Or is it a slow erosion until the Gnolls invade the Valoran Corps?
Chapter completed!