The Iron Mecha Dragon has few friends

Chapter 23 What Tradition?Did I allow it?
"You shouldn't have come back, Torres."

A bald old jackal leaning on a cane walked slowly to Hogg's side, staring at old Torres with his hazy yellow eyes.

"You are no longer the warchief."

"Whether I am the chief or not is not what you say."

Old Torres glanced at it with disdain, then turned to look at Hogg.

"Little Hogg, how does it feel to be a chief?"

"It's terrible." Hogg grinned, with an ugly and bitter smile: "I can't manage the tribe's affairs at all, and the food is getting less and less. Chief Torres, if you want to retake the chief's challenge, I am willing to accept it."

Old Torres shook his head, and said in a tone of hatred: "When you were young, I told you time and time again that being a chief can't just fight and kill, you must learn to use your brain, but You never listen!"

"..."

Hogg lowered his head in silence and did not speak.

Old Sac couldn't accept Old Torres' reassignment, he slammed his cane heavily, and snorted coldly: "Anyway, Old Torres, you have conceded defeat in the chief's challenge! According to the tradition of our gnolls, , you are no longer qualified to be a chief!"

"Tradition? What tradition? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Old Torres sneered: "I have lived the longest in the entire Bloodclaw tribe, why didn't I know there is such a shit tradition?"

"Who said this tradition? Did I allow it!"

"you!"

Old Sack, who has been serving the gods all his life, has never seen such shameless sophistry?Hearing this, it was so angry that its forehead was bloodshot, and it raised its hand tremblingly and pointed at Old Torres, saying in disbelief, "How can you say such a thing! You betrayed the tradition, you are still not a jackal!"

"Gnolls have a bullshit tradition!"

For some reason, old Torres suddenly exploded.He took a step forward, raised his hand to grab Old Sack's neck, and stared at Old Sack with his dark yellow eyes.

"According to your bullshit tradition, we jackals should be in groups of three or four, stalking behind powerful monsters like wild dogs, and eating the bones and minced meat they don't want!"

"According to your bullshit tradition, we gnolls should be in groups of three or four, crushed to death by elves, dwarves and humans like wild dogs, skinned to make robes, and bones fed to dogs!"

"According to your bullshit tradition, we wolves should be in groups of three or four. The gang with more people plunders the gang with fewer people, and the thinnest wolves are disemboweled and thrown into the pot, living like animals!"

"When the fuck have you ever met, I follow these shitty traditions!"

Old Sac was suffocated by old Torres, but it refused to give in, and did not use magic. It just stared at old Torres and roared hoarsely with all its strength.

"Since the great Yeenoghu created the Gnoll, we have always followed this tradition! To betray the tradition is to betray the great Yeenoghu!"

"Fucking betrayal! You hate me for saving your life with shit, you ungrateful bastard!"

Old Sac, who didn't change his face even when he was about to be strangled to death, could no longer hold back the anger in his heart when he heard that, he raised his hand and grabbed Old Torres' neck.

"You fucking dare to mention it! You tricked me into eating that poisonous mushroom! I'm going to kill you bastard!"

"Hehe, without the hallucinogenic effect of poisonous mushrooms, how can you still become a priest with your brain? I suggest that you knock a poisonous mushroom whenever you see it in the future."

"Damn it to me!"

"Come here! Whoever loves you is a son of a bitch!"

The two old gnolls, who were nearly 70 years old together, wrestled together, and Hogg couldn't even see it.It didn't come to its senses until it found out that Old Sack was the better man and was about to strangle Old Torres to death.

"Forget about the high priest, forget it, it's all in the past..."

It's good that it doesn't talk, but after this persuasion, the old priest lost his sanity in the end, and he just picked up the pure iron walking stick and was about to open the ladle for old Torres.

Hogg simply lifted the old priest up, and looked at old Torres with a wry smile: "Chief Torres, please don't say a few words."

The old jackal grinned, straightened the fur that was scratched by old Sack, and said proudly: "No problem, I don't have the same knowledge as a jackal who has eaten shit."

The old priest exploded in an instant, leaning his body desperately, trying to smash Old Torres' head with his cane.

"I must kill you! Kill you!"

At the age of the old priest, Hogg was afraid that he would not come up in one breath, so he went directly to see Yeenoghu.Wait, it seems that the god the old priest believes in is not Yenoghu, but Erisnu, the god of slaughter?
Hogg, who didn't understand at all, tried his best to separate the two old gnolls, so as not to accidentally kill people.

When the two old gnolls barely calmed down, Hogg was not in the mood to make any traditions. Anyway, the Blood Claw Tribe had the biggest fist, and said first: "Chief Torres, I found that I don't have the ability to lead the tribe to survive. Now You are back, you are the only great chief of the Blood Claw Tribe!"

Hearing this, Old Torres gave Hogg a slightly surprised look, then smiled and shook his head.

"Forget it, in fact, the tradition that old Sack said has some truth. I am already too old to overcome any challenges, how can I continue to be the chief?"

Hogg scratched his head, somewhat puzzled.It's not to get back the chief's position, so what did you pretend to be before?
Before it could express its doubts, Old Sack spoke for it.

"what do you mean."

The veins on its palms were exposed, and it held onto the cane tightly, staring at Old Torres with cold eyes.

"Traditional, traditional."

Old Torres laughed loudly, "Isn't the greatest tradition of our gnolls just to be a dog? To be a dog to Yeenogu, to be a dog to five-color dragons, to be a dog to any powerful creature."

"Boys, I have good news for you!"

It turned its head to look at the many bewildered gnolls, and raised its volume.

"When I was wandering in the dense forest, I met a great dragon, and he was willing to accept the loyalty of our gnolls!"

"From now on, we are the dragon's dogs!"

This……

Many gnolls looked at each other in blank dismay. The giant dragon, the giant dragon high above, could destroy the entire Bloodclaw tribe with one breath.If there are really giant dragons willing to accept them as dogs, that would be good too?
Even Great Chief Hogg didn't feel that there was anything wrong with it. He had no chance if he didn't become a dog for the dragon before. After becoming the dog of the dragon, the dragon eats meat, so they can eat two more bones, right?

But old Sack was furious.

"You fart!"

It stared at old Torres, raised its cane, and roared hoarsely: "Torres! Tell me! Who the hell kept telling me that the tradition of gnolls is shit!"

"And who the hell kept saying that the jackals can live in the sun dignifiedly without having to be dogs to any existence!"

"Tell me! You fucking tell me, who said these words!"

"it's me."

Old Torres looked at the old priest calmly and replied softly.

"I said it."

(End of this chapter)