And at the same time, on the other side.

After some time passed, the fox people abandoned the original camp and established a new camp in a new place.

As long as they eat sparingly, the food they stole before will be enough to support their lives for a while.

However, the atmosphere in the entire new camp was unprecedentedly solemn.

The previous battle caused them heavy casualties.

No one thought that they would have such a huge advantage in numbers.

That group of kobolds would kill so many people.

Among them, the opponent's weapons and equipment undoubtedly accounted for a big reason.

Carefully touching the cold edge of the short spear in his hand.

This weapon was simply sharper than they expected.

Accidentally, the fox man stroking the blade felt a pain in his fingertips.

The sharp edge had left a gash on its finger.

Bright red blood flowed from the opening.

This weapon is terrible.

Compared with this short spear, the bone spears in their hands are simply tatters.

How did those kobolds make such a terrifying weapon?

Just when this fox man was thinking this.

A slightly older voice spoke.

The person who spoke at this time was the leader of their fox clan.

They, the vixen tribe, are one of the few orcs whose elders hold power.

Otherwise, if it were another orc tribe, the old chiefs would have been replaced by younger tribesmen long ago.

During the replacement process, his head may be unscrewed neatly.

Now let’s get down to business.

Their old patriarch lost his last child in the previous battle.

It had always been calm and wise, but now it had basically lost its mind. It kept roaring and wanted to gather strength to avenge its children.

And several other elders in the clan are desperately trying to dissuade it.

To be honest, this is a farce.

"You have also seen the strength of those kobolds. It is impossible for us to defeat those kobolds. Patriarch, please calm down!"

"Then tell the quilboar the location of their camp! Those kobolds can't be the quilboar's opponents!"

The leader of the fox tribe yelled viciously.

As soon as he finished saying this, the elder of the fox man sitting next to him spoke with a headache on his face.

"Don't be stupid. Before that happens, those stupid pigs will break our necks first! Have you forgotten how we deceived food from them before?"

A group of old foxes in every sense of the word were arguing there.

The fox man who was playing with the short spear shrank back.

He is a newly promoted elder in the clan and the youngest one in the Presbyterian Church.

In other words, there is no right to speak.

At this time, just let the clan leader and the great elders make the noise slowly, and it is better not to get involved.

However, gradually, it suddenly realized something was wrong.

Because it found that the pairs of eyes started to fall on it one after another.

Then, the great elder with a big beard asked it with a kind face...

"Cassin, what do you think?"

Facing this question, Cassin's facial muscles twitched obviously.

These old guys never ask for its opinion on anything.

Now when something like this happens.

Instead, I pushed them all clean one by one, and then pushed it out.

Of course, I can only think about this in my heart, and certainly cannot say it out loud.

After thinking about it for a while, Cassin spoke cautiously...

"We might as well donate all the weapons and equipment we grabbed to the warchief and let the warchief protect us. In this way, the threat of the wild boar people will be nothing."

"Later, tell the chief about the kobolds. As long as the chief is interested in these weapons and equipment, he will naturally gather his strength to kill them..."

As soon as these words were said, the fox elders fell silent for a while.

Originally I just wanted to get rid of a troublesome problem.

No one expected that Cassin actually came up with a solution for them.

Even the clan leader and the great elder, who were arguing endlessly just a moment ago, had thoughtful expressions on their faces.

Obviously thinking about the feasibility of this matter.

Immediately afterwards, the clan leader asked a question.

"So, who's going?"

As he spoke, those eyes fell on it again.

"Kassin, you are the youngest among us. At the same time, since you proposed this method, it is up to you to meet the chief."

"Fuck! These old guys!!!"

Cassin looked calm on the outside, but he was going crazy on the inside.

When you meet the chief, it's simple.

But the warchief's tribe is in the deepest part of the bitter cold land.

This trip will take at least several months.

The journey alone is difficult and dangerous enough.

Not to mention that you have to pass through the territories of multiple orc tribes along the way.

This also includes the wild boar tribe who were defrauded of their food by these old guys!

As soon as those wild boars see them now, they will not hesitate to break their necks or smash them into pieces!

But the damn thing is, these old guys have no intention of asking for its opinion.

They had already made their own decision on this matter before it opened its mouth.

It is clear that it cannot refuse.

When Cassin returned to his residence, he slammed the wooden bowl of water in his hand to the ground.

Use this to vent the anger in your heart.

But this matter has become a foregone conclusion, and there is no point in venting.

Thinking carefully about what to do next is the most urgent thing.

However, the devil knows what to do!!

The fox tribe is weak, and they have always been afraid to avoid the area where strong tribes gather.

He even hid in the outer area in one breath.

Ask it how to go to see the chief?

How could it know?!

On this trip, it might have died on the way before meeting the great chief!

He scratched the hair on his head vigorously.

At this time, Cassin was simply annoyed and had a headache.

However, those old guys didn't give it any chance to mess around.

Early the next morning, I had already packed it up and presented it as a gift.

They even chose twenty fox-men to act as bodyguards for it.

Then he sent it out of the camp with enthusiasm.

He turned around and looked at the entrance of the camp, seeing the old guys waving at it.

Cassin's facial muscles twitched non-stop, and at the same time he secretly swore in his heart...

"Old guy, you'd better not fall into my hands in the future!!"

With no way out, Cassin gritted his teeth and left with twenty guards and weapons and equipment prepared to be presented to the warchief.

I hope in my heart that one day I can come back and look good to these old guys!

With such an obsession, Cassin went further and further.

The team gradually disappeared at the end of the frozen soil.
Chapter completed!