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In February, the severe winter is coming to an end, the remaining snow melts, and the stream begins to flow again. At noon, people who are still wearing heavy winter clothes will feel a sultry heat.

When the weather is hot and the sun is shining, some problems will appear, such as parasites that have been dormant for a winter...

At this moment, there were countless horsemen and countless murderers, which disturbed the entire border prince to obtain the uneasy green warlord's iron claws? Gobard was tickling. The huge iron claws put on his hand were ticks, fleas, bed bugs and so on.

Although Green Skin is a very tough and perverted race, it is obvious that this pervert and tough have not affected their basic values. They will not think that fleas on their bodies are something worth showing off, or that it is comfortable to be bitten by those parasites.

So Gobard was also complaining. While complaining, he raised the bucket filled with water next to him with one hand and poured his head on himself. When the cold snow water was poured, he felt much more comfortable from head to toe. After he felt comfortable, he continued to ask: "Did you understand?"

"Understood."

Sitting in front of Gobadd was the mercenary leader of the Goblin Wolf Cavalry with a ferocious face and a sharp voice, "hunter" Jitila. Because she had no direct subordinate relationship with Gobadd, she also seemed more casual. While rubbing her teeth, she also searched everywhere without any regular appearance. This attitude naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of Gobadd, and other orc leaders around him, the chief. These people all stared at this guy with wide eyes. But Jitila was not afraid-

Because he knew that if Gobadd didn't speak, these people would have no choice but to do anything to him. And as long as he had his skills and Gobadd could use it, he would be safe and sound.

So he also said to Gobard while digging his booze:

"The opponent is indeed the undead. The opponent's combat power is stronger than the same number of humans. In addition..."

"besides?"

Jitila snapped her fingers and sneered at Gobard.

"That's fucking..."

Gobard cursed in a low voice. Speaking of which, since he made a fuss and became the chief of the Iron Claw Tribe, few people have dared to be so arrogant in front of him. Those who dared to do this have been crushed by him.

However, Gobard did not dare to offend the mercenary leader in front of him too much - it was not because of how powerful this guy was that his Gobard chief could not defeat him. In fact, even if he tied twenty Jitilas together, the chief could slapped them into meat paste with one slap.

The reason why he was polite to Jitila was because Jitila was a very excellent scout and a very excellent intelligence expert. Compared with his two abilities, the one or two hundred Screaming Wolf Cavalry under his jurisdiction were nothing at all.

But this intelligence expert is not his subordinate. He wants to take out things from his mouth, but it costs money.

While greeting Jitila's eighteen generations of ancestors, Chief Gobad took a big bag from a guard next to him and threw it at Jitila. The force was not small, as if he wanted to smash him for a long time and make him look ugly.

But Jitila was obviously not a fool. When Gobard thought about throwing the sack, he saw something was wrong. Although he didn't have that much strength to catch the bag, the Goblin leader was good in terms of agility. He immediately stood up from the seat, then hid to the side, and avoided the bag.

"Fuck..." Gobard cursed again as his plan failed. Jitila was not angry and directly untied the rope at the sack. He grabbed a handful of teeth from it. Then he stretched his arm in, pulled in hard, and grabbed another handful of teeth under the sack. Seeing that there were still various teeth, he cracked his thin mouth and laughed.

These various teeth—human, orc, goblin, and other beasts—in the eyes of orcs and goblins, are general equivalents, money and currency—when orcs trade, this thing is the most commonly used thing.

"Vared von Castein, the Count of Silvania, took only one day to dispatch troops to capture half of the territory of the border prince. Then he drove away Duke Ive, who rushed over to get the cheap ones. He didn't take much time. He was a very powerful guy."

Jitila said the information he heard: "Now, the number of undead in the Wells area is between 10,000 and 20,000. The combat power is very good. We don't have much chance of defeating the other party's city in a short period of time. So - you have to be prepared and wait for those bone-shaped reinforcements to come and fight you."

Listening to the information that Jitila said, Gobard nodded repeatedly. Although he didn't like this goblin, he had to admit that the other party was indeed a very useful guy.

Of course, this is useful, and we have to compare with whom. As a great orc chief, his comparison target is naturally other goblin scouts.

Compared to other Goblin scouts, they shouted in surprise: "The enemy is here! So many!" Such an annoying virtue. Jitila can not only name the opponent, but also give examples to illustrate whether the opponent is a hero or a bastard. Even if the opponent's army is large or small, they can even calculate clearly - such ability is naturally a clever one.

"That's all, and one more thing is that I tied up a human on the road."

"Have you tied up someone? You can handle it yourself. The human flesh is sour and not delicious." Gobard waved his hand and was about to send the guy away.

"Not this." Jitila shook her head: "He said that he is from the Prince of the Border and wants to see you if you have something to do."

"...The Prince of Border...is the group of pink shrimps we fought with? What can they do - no see!"

Gobard waved his hand subconsciously and still sent Jitila away. Seeing him like this, Jitila was not interested in continuing to speak. Anyway, the transaction had been completed. He didn't need to stay here. He quickly took the money (teeth) out. He exchanged for the most juicy jump, and other food, and snatched the spirits from humans. It was the main thing to take his brothers to eat and drink.

However, at this moment, Gobard's voice sounded behind him: "Come back-I've changed my mind! Bring that pink shrimp man over!"

So Jitila turned her head, said "um" and left the camp. After a while, she pushed a tied human in with several other goblins.

"The person brought it. I'm leaving." Jitila said this and turned around and left. After walking out of the camp, when the wind blew, he suddenly felt something was wrong. It seemed like it was a mistake to bring this person over. But when I thought about it carefully, I couldn't figure out where it was wrong.

"Anyway, after doing this, I should run away. What if he's so much." Jitilla muttered, then shouted loudly, waiting for his subordinates outside to come over and help him transport the sack of teeth. Such a heavy sack of teeth may be able to keep up with his weight. Goblin's sack of arms and legs is really not easy to take away.

However, this mercenary was already ready. Several goblins each took out a broken pocket and divided the sack of teeth into several parts. This scene was seen by other green-skinned orcs outside the camp. Many orcs envied these little boys, who could make so many with one vote. However, none of them dared to go up to fight Qiufeng.

Before this, there were indeed orcs who wanted to blackmail these goblin mercenaries. However, they were all processed into wolf feed by the whistler's bows and scimitars, as well as the fangs and claws of the warriors. After that, no one dared to attack them. Jitila understood this very well. If you have the ability to make money, you must have the ability to keep the money.

It was as if his equipment was all made of steel, forged by human blacksmiths, not ordinary green-skinned dregs. In addition, a light set of ring armor, a well-made longbow and a large number of high-quality feather arrows - his command of one hundred and fifty-seven Screaming Wolf Cavalry, all of which were such equipment, which was anomaly among the chaotic Greenskin troops.

And all of this was saved up by Jitila after spending half her life.

Seeing a group of subordinates carrying sacks and leading the war wolf to his camp, Jitila suddenly felt a palpitation. An extremely strong sense of anxiety enveloped him. He knew that this premonition had no basis at all. However, this premonition that had no basis at all had saved him many times.

"I ran away after I made this vote." He repeated it again, and then led his own wolf warrior and walked towards his own military camp...

Besides, in the military camp, a group of green-skinned leaders looked at the envoy who was tied up with malicious intentions. However, although this man was in the enemy camp, he did not look afraid. He even did not waver at the stench caused by the gathering of green-skinned people. He still maintained a warm smile. Seeing that he looked like that, Gobard became more energetic and asked, "You, Xiao Xiami, what are you doing?"

This man seemed to have dealt with Green Skin before, so he understood the thinking loop of Green Skin. He didn't say much, let alone be polite. He came up and explained his bargaining chips: "Do you want to know the information about the undead?"

"Do you know?!" Gobard suddenly became interested, stood up suddenly, rushed to the man with a wind, and his figure enveloped the messenger like a hill.

"Of course, Prince Akh Bieber sent me here to tell you about the undead, the great chief..." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.)
Chapter completed!