The Iron Mecha Dragon has few friends

Chapter 22 Blood Claw Tribe, your chief is back!

In the morning, the sun is fully up.

After being quiet all night, well, the Gnoll tribe, which was not that quiet, started to move slowly like a multicellular creature feeling food.

Those who fetched water, those who commanded the kobold slaves to fish, those who gathered wood and wild fruits... Gnolls with different divisions of labor were noisy and busy.

Although after the old chief Torres left, the new chief Hogg did not command every gnoll in every detail like the old chief.

But in a short period of time, following the tasks arranged by the old chief, the tribe can still operate normally, with minor problems at most.

What if the kobolds who were fishing were eaten by fish?No idea, the chief didn't say.

All the firewood in the neighboring tribes has been picked up. Should we expand the area to increase manpower, or simply cut down trees to make fire?Where is the manpower transferred from?No idea, the chief didn't say.

The fish soup cooked in the cauldron is less and less fish, and more and more soup. Did some jackals steal the meat?No idea, the chief didn't say.

No wolf man knows the answers to these questions. No wolf man knows what will change tomorrow, but what can he do?

Do you want to leave the tribe like the old chief, and live a life of being eaten by unknown monsters at some point?
Let's make do with it...

The new chief lying in the wooden house was also very distressed. Before the old Torres was driven away, he always felt that he was a chief, and I could do it!

But after successfully ascending to the position, it discovered that the chief's position was really not a place that ordinary jackals could sit well.

There is no threat, but the total amount of food is decreasing day by day. Although it is impossible for anyone who is hungry to starve to the new chieftain, Horton, who has learned something from the old Torres, knows that if this continues, the tribe will surely die. will fall apart.

Unless the fish fished out of the river can feed every jackal, but there are fewer and fewer kobold slaves, should we organize an army to grab the kobold's vote?
But how much food should the army bring with it?Now that the tribe doesn't have enough food, is it necessary for the army to hunt all the way to catch the kobolds?

It seems that it is not impossible...

Just when Hogg was thinking about when to set off, there was a sudden roar in the sky, and then there was a noise outside.

"What happened?"

It sat up and was about to go out when a personal guard rushed in in a panic and exclaimed: "It's not good, Chief Hogg! It's not good!"

"The tribe's wall was suddenly blown to pieces!"

"what!"

Hogg suddenly got up, it doesn't matter if the wall is broken, as long as it can be repaired again, but the meaning behind this makes it frightened.

"What monster did it?"

"Huh? I don't know?"

The guard scratched his head, his face full of bewilderment.

"What a bunch of idiots!"

Hogg gritted his teeth angrily, why didn't such crap happen when old Torres was here?Oh, I guess so, but old Torres always sorts things out.

Thinking of this, Hogg was even angrier. Why did he believe in the evil of old Sack and insisted on challenging old Torres?Originally, it was the number one warrior in the tribe, and its food and accommodation were no worse than that of the old Torres. It only needed to lead his men to hunt for a day.

Fortunately, it still has to take the lead in hunting, otherwise the tribe will not have enough to eat.

What the hell, I need to hunt before taking the position, and I still need to hunt after I take the position, so I am in the position for nothing!

Hogg really regretted it the more he thought about it, so he raised his hand and slapped himself.

"You said you're fine and you're on the feather seat!"

"Big, big chief?"

The guards on the side looked dumbfounded, and wondered if the great chief had been bewitched?Do you want to pour big manure water?It is said that once upon a time there was a jackal man who was poisoned by eating mushrooms, and it was the old chief who rescued him by pouring dung water.

But with the great chief's physique, it looked at Hogg's body, which was half taller than ordinary jackals (seven and a half feet 2.25 meters), and wondered how many jackals it would take to hold down the great chief to help him exorcise evil spirits.

"I'm fine." Hogg murmured to himself with a gloomy expression, "I regret it now, I regret it very much..."

"Don't regret it, Chief, do you have an idea?"

The personal guard was in a hurry, and hurriedly urged Hogg.

But what idea can Hogg have? He doesn't know what monster does it, and he can catch the monster when he goes out?

But whether you can or not, you have to go and see the damaged fence.

Hogg pushed the guards away, and just as he took a step, another guard rushed into the door in a panic, and said in surprise and joy: "That's great, Chief! The old chief is back!"

"what!"

The previous guard jumped three feet high, and the old chief is back!That's really nice... what a shit!
If the old chief comes back to power, can they still have good juices from the cronies of the new chief?
"The old chief is back!!!"

Hearing this news, Hogg was overjoyed.

The one who can make up his mind finally came back, so why don't you hurry up and take it back?

Old Torres came back, and the problem was solved.

Old Torres is back, and the Horde is at peace!

As for who should listen to a tribe with two chiefs, anyway, Hogg has no idea, so let's make do with it...

Hogg strode out of the wooden house, and saw many jackals gathered around the broken wall, looking at the river from afar.

Thanks to his extraordinary height, Hogg saw old Torres as soon as he went out.It was standing on a wooden raft, with its head held high, its hands behind its back, and it moved towards the shore along the current.

"Old Torres!"

Hogg called out the old Gnoll's name loudly, but it turned a deaf ear to it. It opened its mouth lightly, and a thunderous voice resounded across the river bank.

"Bloodclaw tribe, your chief is back!"

Hogg narrowed his eyes slightly. Although he was happy that the old Gnoll had returned to the tribe, it was clear from his appearance that he wanted to regain the position of chief.

To be honest, Hogg didn't care much about the position of the chief anymore. After all, in the primitive tribe, the chief couldn't enjoy anything more than the number one warrior in the tribe.

It's just that it can't figure out, what kind of support does the old jackal have?And why is it so loud?

Had it already guessed that I was going to throw in the towel?

Can't be that godlike?I just had this idea!
The more Hogg thought about it, the more frightened he became, but his spirit was lifted by it.

In any case, it was a good thing for the old wolf man to come back. Hogg, who had been taught by the old wolf man since he was a child, didn't want to see the tribe kill each other and fall apart.

Making up his mind, it pushed away the gnoll who was blocking the way, and strode to the river bank.

"Old Torres, are you going to challenge the chieftain?"

Hogg decided to follow the procedures to ensure that every gnoll would be convinced after the old Torres returned to power.

The old jackal glanced at Hogg indifferently, shook his head, and said proudly: "I am the great chief of the Bloodclaw tribe, so why challenge me?"

"Let old Sack come out and meet me!"

(End of this chapter)