The Ominous Lord of the Skaven

Chapter 86 Arrived!
One after another, the corpses were transported back to the territory. The cooking squad leader, Bubble, was looking forward to it, and rushed to meet the returning team as soon as he saw it.

"Let me do it! Let me carry it! Hey! This jackal man is really strong, and he will have a good meal today!"

The Scout Mouse allowed Bubble to carry the Gnoll, and the latter hurriedly laid the corpse flat on the big table, picked up the knife and began to handle it skillfully.

Everyone is used to this scene. Even human beings might attack goblins and jackals when there is a famine.

Ickert walked by calmly, and Bubble asked him if he wanted to try the Gnoll stew, but it was obvious that Ickert didn't have that appetite.

The scenes of the investigation team really frightened the captured Gamp.

As soon as he came in, he saw that the companions who had enjoyed the dried fish with him just now had all been bled, skinned, and hung on hooks.

Even the mighty warrior of the Stone Skin Tribe did not escape the fate of being crushed in the end
Even their own people are hard to escape!Gamp saw with his own eyes that the Ratmen dismembered their companions, ground the bones into powder, and threw the flesh into the mud of the field and buried them!
This is unreasonable!Who is the savage in the end!
Even gnolls bury Horde warriors.

Is this the custom of their tribe?or something else?In short, Gump really can't understand!This weird territory made him feel extremely terrified!

Looking at his companion who was hung on the iron hook like prey, Gamp the Wolf Man couldn't help but vomited out, feeling dizzy continuously flooding his brain.

Fortunately, he also comes from the skinning clan.

The Ratmen looked at Gamp the Gnoll with the same eyes that looked at the food, making him feel cold all over.

The stove of the reconnaissance brigade here was hot, and the ratmen from other brigades couldn't help coming closer, licking the rat's face one by one, making no secret of their intention to eat him raw.

"Wow woo woo ↓"

Gamp let out a low growl, not knowing what was going to happen to him.

In fact, the Ratmen didn't know what to do with the only survivor.

Targaryen had no choice but to step forward and asked:
"Clan chief, what are we going to do with this living dog thing."

The other rats also looked over, they had nothing to do with such a guy who couldn't eat or fight.

Captives are not captured for food, what else can they be used for?
Just one is not enough to be a slave.

I don't understand the language, and I can't ask for information if I want to.

For these gnolls who don't understand the language, Ickert himself is very clear, and it should be hopeless to ask him for information.

What's more, the information these gnoll pawns can provide is very limited.

But this doesn't mean that the living Gnolls are useless.

Not only is it useful, but it is also very useful.

"Targlian, we killed eleven gnolls on this trip, ten of them became meat and leather for our territory,

But don't look at there are so many, if we don't do anything, there will only be ten flesh and blood for us to use. "

Ickert said that, as the saying goes, fishing for big fish with a long line, in his plan, this jackal will play a good bait.

"Yes, so the clan chief, how are we going to take care of him?"

Targaryen asked, his dangerous eyes glanced at Gamp, who frightened the wolf man to the point of shitting.

"Uh, I don't like to eat this dirty thing, even if it's stewed."

Lapa complained that he had seen a timid one, but he had never seen one who was more timid than a rat man.

Seeing this, Ikert shook his head, then pinched his nose with his hand, and ordered to Targaryen:

"There are a lot of bamboo poles left over from the construction of pipelines in the territory. You can find a complete one and insert it obliquely on the ground. Use that to hang this house on a high place. Be sure to let it be seen in the forest.
Food and water are up to you, as long as you don't die, this guy hanging on a tree for a day is enough to deal a blow to the morale of those guys.

And remember, there are enough Ratmen ambushing around him, day and night, and if someone comes to save him, he will kill the stew and eat it. Make sure to save this kid's life, and I will use him to point out the location of the enemy tribe later. "

"Understood the clan leader, you just need to rest assured that this matter is on me, Targaryen."

"So much the better."

Ickert reassured that, apart from Genil, Targaryen was the most reassuring ratman in the camp.

His desire is strong and his intentions are clear, which is the best thing for Ickert.

Walking out of the base of the reconnaissance brigade, a jackal hanging from a bamboo pole soon stood up in the camp behind him.

Regardless of its function or image, it is full of bait.

Ickert inspected the fields for a while, charged the cave monitor lizard, and returned to the castle, finally gaining some free time.

But soon, there was a knock on his door.

"I really can't relax."

How many times, Ickert thought that even if he was given a town, no, a village would be fine. With a territory of this size as the foundation, he would soon be able to leave all the trivial matters to his various subordinates.

If the main ethnic group is human beings, they can also absorb refugees wantonly and press the accelerator button frantically on the carriage of territorial development.

It's a pity that Ickert, who lacks everything, has to do it himself even to open the door!
Maybe he needs a maid, and a manservant is not out of the question.

If it's a maid, it's best to have white-haired animal ears.

Speaking of this, Ikert couldn't help thinking of the gray prophet of the rat man covered in white hair.

What if a sorrel came out of Gray Seer?so what?What will happen if the girlization is improved?
While dreaming about a better life in the future, Ickert opened the door, only to see Sasha's panicked expression.

"what happened?"

"Teacher! You'd better go and see for yourself!"

The little girl pulled up the hem of Ickert's jacket and walked underground, going straight to the wine cellar engraved with the summoning circle.

The summoning array, which had been dim for a long time, was emitting a magical blue light at this moment.

Lost the power supply of the high-level magic crystal, so if it is still on, there is only one possibility.

"It's a plane channel! The goods I ordered have arrived!"

Although he knew that the time flow rate of the two planes would not be the same, Ickert, who hadn't waited for the goods for seven days, was still quite anxious.

After all, after more than seven days, there is no reason to refund.

But judging from the delivery time today, the time flow rate difference between the two planes is not too much, which means that the two sides can communicate in a relatively timely manner.

The materials transmitted across the planes will first be sent into the void between the planes, and then cut off from the main plane. What Eckert needs to do now is to find the materials in the void.

This is not difficult. Although the plane channel is not directly connected, it is indeed a shared transfer station. As long as something is delivered, it can be located.

After a while, Ickert found the wooden box floating in the void, turned his mental power into a hook, and fished it up.

At the same time, the lair of the Laidley clan far away in the middle ancient plane.

"I feel it! It's the Big Horned Rat, the Big Horned Rat has received my tribute! The gods have been watching me!"

Qiao Qiao shouted happily, and the Stormrat beside him couldn't complain about the Clan Chief's pronunciation of the Horned Rat.

Who knows who these things will be given to.

But he was also happy to see the wooden box being teleported away. Recalling the look in the clan chief's eyes that day, Stormrat couldn't help but shiver.

It doesn't matter who he gives it to, as long as he doesn't use that kind of thing.

(End of this chapter)