The Ominous Lord of the Skaven

Chapter 149 Regrouping
Unlike the laughter and laughter of the Ratmen, the wolf man who returned to the camp was in a very serious mood.

The first thing they did when they returned to the camp was to tear down the camp and retreat to the edge of the forest.

Because during the pursuit, these gnolls were surprised to find that the Ratman's artillery and guns had been chasing and hitting their hometown.

The terrified Wolf man of course went crazy and hurriedly retreated with his belongings, leaving a lot of supplies where they were.

Samir had a hard time recovering from the warpstone bullets, and it took him time to regroup the troops.

When the military council was held again, there were very few chiefs and warriors who could still sit.

"One, two, three, four, five, five, are there only five chiefs left in the great union of our twelve tribes?"

Seeing the bleak scene in front of him, Samir let out a long and desolate sigh.

"Hey! If it wasn't for the viciousness of that human kid, the tribe wouldn't have lost so badly!"

Samir regretted it deeply. He was merged with God, so it was fine for him to be mentally unstable, but the gnolls under him were just that disorganized and undisciplined.

If each tribe is fine, it will be chaotic if they gather together.

The most irritating thing is that it's still hard for him to blame these jackals.

In this battle, there were not many outstanding chiefs who stood up for him, and Manshi was unfortunately killed in battle. Samir could only win over these remaining forces.

Otherwise, once a tribe leaves, the alliance will fall apart.

"Do you guys know how many people our army lost in this battle?
A full 160 people!One hundred of them are warriors from various tribes, the backbone of the tribe! "

Samir said sadly that this hasty attack really hurt their vitality.

The chiefs and warriors under him were silent. They naturally knew that although human beings were vicious, in the final analysis, the attack was ruined by the impulse of some people.

But at this time, you can't break it, you must throw the blame on others.

To whom?
Naturally, there is only Ikert.

"It's all because of the trickery of that evil human being!"

A jackal warrior said angrily.

Samir could only answer him out loud.

"Yes! It's all because of the evilness of human beings, shameless, that makes the warriors suffer shame!"

As soon as this remark came out, the warriors who thought it was their own incompetence just raised their heads.

Although he was lying to himself, it was still good for morale.

Samir went on to say:

"Warriors, today's battle is really not good, but don't forget! We just rushed to attack! The powerful warriors of God haven't been dispatched yet!"

When all the jackals heard about the Warrior of God, they all became excited.

"That's right! We still have the Warrior of God! I heard that one can hit a hundred ratmen!"

"That's great! They don't have five hundred in all!"

"I have seen that big guy with my own eyes, and his figure alone makes people feel invincible"

Although the Warrior of God was severely beaten by Ikett and a group of rats in the battle of the Iron Fist Horde, the Warrior of God was still blown to the sky among the Jackals.

Coupled with the fact that most of the warriors who witnessed the slaying of the warriors of the gods also died, this gimmick still inspired the morale of the wolves.

"Now we just need to regroup, and when the time comes, under the leadership of the warrior of God, we will surely win!
Remember, this group of rats is already so difficult to deal with now, I can't imagine what will happen in the future.

Now is the time when we better beat them!Everyone must keep fighting! "

Samir's words hit those tribes who wanted to withdraw from the alliance, but of course, if you want to stabilize the morale of the army, you will definitely not be able to do something practical.

But none of the Gnoll tribes had any results, and Samir couldn't give them enough benefits.

The tribe is so distressed that the only thing they can do is internal distribution.

"I know that the conditions of all the tribes are very difficult now, so I decided to be the master once, and merge the seriously injured tribes with other tribes, and put them under the care of stronger tribes.

Ladies and gentlemen, no comments. "

"No objection, Great Shaman Samir!"

The chiefs quickly responded in unison, as for the loss, it is only a little bit that can be added.

Even for some tribes, by merging population and assets, they might be even stronger.

I really didn't expect that there are benefits to be gained after losing a battle, so what is there to be afraid of in a war?

But when the gnolls were discussing how to distribute the loot, Birol broke in and asked:
"Then which tribe will be used to repay the 58 people killed by the warriors of my kingdom?

And our eight scouts!But they all died under the sword of the Ratman! "

Speaking of the eight scouts, Ward, who was sitting upright, raised his eyebrows and remained silent.

How did he remember only killing seven?How did the other one die?

Unexpected downsizing?
The friendly troops were not friendly, so Samir could only frown and replied.

"Welcome, priests of the kingdom, your aid tribes are aware of it, and the tribe is happy to share the spoils with you.

But please forgive our limited power now. "

To be honest, Samir really didn't know when this group of allies made such an effort and killed so many people.

But he can only try his best to perfunctory the past.

"Forget it, I know I can't ask for anything from you."

Birol waved his hand. Samir, a shaman, is also a veteran, and the two armies have different systems. He had no hope of getting the assets within the tribe.

"But the warriors of the kingdom can't do it in vain."

Birol said suddenly, with a clear indisputability in his words.

How should I put it, if you have soldiers in your hands, you are arrogant.

There is nothing wrong with dead people, the key is what benefits can be gained for the kingdom after the matter is completed.

"What do you want?"

Samir raised his head and asked bluntly, he can make concessions, the key point is that the two armies must reach an agreement, otherwise they will only be defeated one by one.

Seeing Samir like this, Birol said:

"The spoils will be divided into three and seven, you three and I seven."

"Four or six, otherwise I won't be able to do things well."

"It's acceptable, but the kingdom can only give you one piece of the thing that can make a loud noise, and the craftsman can have one at most, and we will take over the rest."

"Reasonable."

Seemingly aware of the difficulty of the Windsor collar, Birol did not insist on the lion opening his mouth.

Only by sincere cooperation can we get the rich spoils of the territory.

Since a large number of warriors in the tribe were injured, there were only more than 200 warriors who could actually guarantee combat effectiveness, so Samir had to accept this agreement.

If it can be exchanged for the Royal Army to fight with all its strength, it will be worth it.

Moreover, the people of the kingdom seemed to have not figured out the existence of the cannon, so Samir took advantage of a loophole when finalizing the specific agreement.

What kind of magic gun, he has no regard for it, and if he wants to get it, he has to get a big one.

The military meeting was launched immediately, and facing the first line of defense set up by Ickert, the tribe also gave a unique solution.

Based on the God Warrior's Bu Tan coordinated attack, it was arranged like this.

(End of this chapter)