Chapter 65 - 65 62 Blood Claw Please follow_1

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65: Chapter 62 Blood Claw (Please follow)_1 65: Chapter 62 Blood Claw (Please follow)_1 The current Blood Claw of the Blood Claw Tribe, looking at the scene below, felt a sense of pride and satisfaction. A large number of Goblin Servants were gathering swiftly at the Blood Claw Tribe following his call to war, and in less than two days, their number had surpassed a thousand. There were even more Goblins converging in this direction. This fully demonstrated the Blood Claw Tribe’s absolute authority in this area. Once his war horn was blown, no Goblin Tribe dared not to respond. In this war, even if it meant sacrificing all these foolish creatures, he was determined to force all those little crawlers who only dared to stay burrowed in holes out of their dens. He couldn’t leave these mountains as the Blood Claw until he had turned their settlement upside down. He heard that not far to the south, there was a budding settlement said to have established contact with Human traders from beyond the mountains, amassing supplies as high as a mountain. That would be his next conquest; provided he had ample food supplies, the Blood Claw Tribe would be able to gather more Goblin Servants and marching beyond the mountains would become a possibility. However, the response of the Gnolls in the valley to their power amassing was surprisingly minimal. If not for the occasional bark from the deep recesses of their settlement, one might think they had all died out. They must be digging holes frantically again, but this time, no matter how many holes they dug, he would have the expendable Goblins flatten them. This time, no one could save them. “Begin,” said Blood Claw with a cold expression, waving his hand decisively. A cacophony of bleats, moos, and oinks could be heard below, as a variety of livestock was being driven by the Goblins towards the Pitfall Tribe’s hollow in the hillock. Bang! Bang! Bang! Cries of agony rose and fell in succession. The animals charging inwards vanished from sight one after another as they ran. Seeing this, the Goblins immediately shouldered their bags of soil and charged forward, dumping it where the animals had disappeared. Although a single Goblin’s bag of soil wasn’t large, their sheer numbers more than compensated; within minutes, a pit was filled. These Illusion Technique-covered traps were not easy to gauge the distance to, and many dirt-carrying Goblins misstepped and plunged right into them. The other Goblins ignored their screams and no one pulled them up. The fallen soil quickly buried them along with the pit. This unsophisticated method might have been slow to progress, but it was effective. The Gnolls might dig out the entire valley, but the space was limited. With each advancement, their living space shrank, and Blood Claw believed that at this rate, it wouldn’t take ten days to reach the entrance of the Gnolls’ den. “Leader… Leader, it’s bad…” A Goblin stumbled in, rushing. “How dare you.” Before the Goblin could get within ten meters of Blood Claw, a Hobgoblin kicked it to the ground. “Wait,” Blood Claw gestured with his hand to stop the Hobgoblin guard from continuing his abuse, “Let him finish. What exactly is happening?” “It’s… it’s… it’s…” The Hobgoblin’s kick had nearly knocked the wind out of the Goblin, and it took a while for it to catch its breath and say, “We found a… a secret passage, belonging to the Gnolls… on the other side of the slope… They… all the Gnolls… they have all escaped through there.” “What?” Blood Claw sprang to his feet, unable to contain his rage, “Escaped? When did they escape?” In the past, the news of the Gnolls’ escape would have thrilled Blood Claw as it meant ridding himself of a constant headache. But now, after he had invested so many resources, wasn’t this a slap in his face? “The marks on… the ground… are still fresh. They must have… they must have just escaped,” the Goblin stammered out its reply, shrinking back in fear of Blood Claw directing his fury at it. “Chase them, chase them all! Order those idiots to chase! The dogs have run away, and they’re still back there filling holes; what’s the use… chase them all, I want all those dogs turned into dead dogs…” Blood Claw roared, cutting down the messenger Goblin with his Long Knife, “Idiot, why didn’t you report this earlier…” The sight of blood invigorated the Goblins, and they quickly withdrew from the valley in pursuit, scattering across the region to track down the Pitfall Tribe’s trail. “Here, they ran this way…” The horde of Goblins perfectly exemplified the adage that there is strength in numbers, swiftly tracking the escape route of the Pitfall Tribe. Without needing orders from Blood Claw, they spread out and pursued the direction of the escape. The goblins’ inherent nature of bullying the weak and fearing the strong once again came into play—pursuing fleeing prey was their favorite task, bar none. Especially a group of Gnolls that had just been forced out of their dens by them. The Gnolls of the Pitfall Tribe, encumbered by families and especially with unhatched eggs, moved relatively slowly. They were quickly overtaken and killed by the pursuing goblins. “Charge… charge… kill them all, Blood Claw Leader has a reward…” “Kill… kill…” A dozen Goblin Wolf Cavalry, making the most of their speed advantage, charged forward first. But their charge was as swift as their downfall; they fell into a five or six-meter-deep trap unanimously, with the lighter injuries being broken bones and torn muscles. Several unfortunate souls even broke their necks on the spot and died immediately. The pace of the goblins chasing behind them abruptly slowed, particularly for the Hobgoblin Wolf Cavalry that had rushed to the scene, who promptly halted and respectfully retracted behind the goblins. In their excitement, they had forgotten what the Pitfall Tribe excelled in. But this time, they obviously couldn’t use the crude method of filling all the pits with earth. Blood Claw, seated atop a Giant Dire Wolf, waved his long knife at the goblins next to him and ordered, “You, charge forward for me.” The goblins immediately shrank back, pushing and shoving each other, inching forward bit by bit. “Charge for me or I’ll chop you to pieces,” Blood Claw said with no nonsense, cutting down a goblin that tried to retreat. The remaining goblins let out a shriek and frantically ran forward. Plop! Plop! Ah! Ah! A moment later, the two sounds intermingled into a unique symphony. This symphony paved the way for the following goblins and Hobgoblin Wolf Riders. The number of traps hastily laid by the Pitfall Gnolls along the route was relatively limited and was soon found out through the sacrifices of those goblins. Exploring with life still delayed time. Those cowardly goblins occasionally dragged their feet. As a result, the group of goblin pursuers could always glimpse the shadows of the Pitfall Gnolls but never catch up with them. After a sluggish chase of nearly six or seven kilometers, they finally caught up with them in a valley. They could see their slow progress from afar. Blood Claw’s spirits immediately soared. seaʀᴄh thё nôvelFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Waving his long knife, he urged the goblins relentlessly, “Those who retreat shall die, those who advance shall be richly rewarded.” The Hobgoblin Wolf Cavalry behind Blood Claw also pulled out their long knives and chanted in unison, “Advance.” Having no choice, the goblins could only sullenly bow their heads and surge forward. Perhaps because they were pushed too close, the Gnolls didn’t have time to lay traps, and this charge of the goblins was unexpectedly smooth. Boom! Boom! Suddenly, the slopes on both sides started to shake violently. Just as the goblins looked around in astonishment, an avalanche of boulders came tumbling down. “Boulders… it’s boulders…” “Run… run forward…” “Retreat, quick retreat, it’s an ambush…” The whole group of goblins went into a panic, with some burying their heads to run forward, some turning around and running back, and others scrambling in all directions. In an instant, they were tangled up in chaos.

Chapter 65 - 65 62 Blood Claw Please follow_1

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