The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 580 Food shortage
  "Clan leader, everything is going according to plan."

The middle-aged bugbear Oliver in front of Allen and the Oliver in the town hall have the same face, but their expressions are completely different.

In front of Allen's desk, the valuable magic necklace Moritty gave to Oliver shone with a cold luster, reflecting Allen's eagle eyes with an embarrassing light.

"Well, you can just rest and 'recuperate' from now on!!"

Picking up the necklace on the table, Allen casually threw it to Oliver. He really didn't notice this little gadget. As long as Oliver's hands and feet were clean and honest, he wouldn't accept some benefits from his juniors.

"Yes."

Taking the necklace thrown by Allen, Oliver bowed and responded with fear and a little joy.

In the next few days, more than a dozen people from Moritty visited Oliver many times, but they were all turned away. It was obvious that Oliver was deliberately avoiding them. The more time passed, the more impatient Flan and the others became. Every day they were delayed, the greater the risk that things in their northern city would be exposed.

Moriti was even more furious. Not only had he lost a lot of money, but a few days ago he confidently told Fullen and his party that there would be no problem with this matter. Who would have thought that this green skin would suddenly come like this? As soon as it came out, it was like a slap in the face of Moriti, which made him lose face! !

"...Sir, what should we do now??"

Flan leaned behind Moriti's ear and asked softly.

"You ask me what to do?? What else can I do??"

Moriti was irritable at this time and shouted excitedly: "If we can't get food back this time, we will all be doomed!!!"

"We are blocking the door today. I don't believe that Oliver won't go out!!"

"..."

The goblin warrior guarding the town hall couldn't stand it any longer. The heavy battle ax in his hand slammed hard on the ground twice, making a dull and loud noise: "This is the center of my fortress, no noise is allowed!!!"

"Those who dare to disturb the normal activities of our clan will be regarded as hostile elements. According to our clan's rules..."

The cold and tough methods of the goblin guards finally restored calm to the small square outside the town hall, but Moriti and others did not give up. They were still hiding on the second floor of the tavern opposite the hall, staring at the people coming and going in and out of the hall. crowd.

"Open the door!! Open the door!!"

"Boss, let's buy rice!! If we don't do business, you have to..."

In front of a closed grain store in the western part of the Nasir Fortress, there was a bustling crowd of more than a dozen female Jackals carrying old rice bags or baskets. Some were waving their fists and beating on the heavy door. He shouted irritably loudly.

In the past two days, grain stores throughout various living areas in the Nasir Fortress have closed down. As some families in the city have exhausted their food reserves and prepared to buy rice, this situation has gradually spread among many residents in the city.

When the time extended for two more days, more families were without food, and the problem could no longer be concealed. In a wilderness tribe that has not yet completely escaped from ignorance, the tribesmen at the bottom generally do not have much food reserves. The jackal and troll families who can store food for a month can still get by, while more families only have a few grains. Just daily rations.

After all, many residents do not have stable jobs. They often use their wages to buy several days of food rations after working zero hours a day. In addition, the food supply in grain stores is now stable, and the indigenous people who do not have much foresight have not thought about buying more grain and storing it, etc...

"Smash it! If you don't smash it open, our family will be hungry again today!!!"

"Smash!!"

Someone started to boo, and soon the situation got out of hand. As the first person broke a door panel, the other jackals who followed him no longer had any scruples and swarmed up. In a few seconds, they destroyed the building. The door of the grain store was smashed open.

What caught everyone's eyes was the empty granary, as well as the empty grain bags scattered on the ground. Three or two mice were scurrying around after being disturbed.

When the food stores in the city were closing one after another, there were already rumors that the tribe was short of food. Everyone didn't believe it at first. After all, there were so many businesses coming and going. As long as you have money, buying food is not a matter of just a few words. ?

But now that everyone saw such a scene in the grain store, even if it was just a rumor, everyone had to take it seriously! !

Soon, more than a dozen grain stores in Xicheng District were smashed open, and no one was left out. The almost unanimous situation in the stores confirmed the previous rumors. This commotion also affected the territory of the trolls in the East City. As the situation from the East City spread among the residents, this originally peaceful and peaceful city finally began to experience turmoil.

“Let me ask you, where are the Jadel people!!!”

Maggot Eyes, who had smashed everything around him and exuded a sinister aura, glared angrily at the group of trembling jackal leaders below, waiting for them to give him an answer.

"I asked him to take care of the food, but where did the food go to me???"

"Tell me!!! Have you guys, these losers, got their money into your family's pockets???"

There is turmoil in the tribe, and some people dare to rob in broad daylight under Maggot Eye's nose. Even if Maggot Eye doesn't care about the life and death of the dirty ghosts at the bottom, after all, this matter may shake his rule, so he has to personally Ask a few questions.

This question, and then finding out what was hidden inside, made Maggot Eyes want to tear those bastards alive and swallow them into his stomach. The entire tribe's strategic reserves for a year were all wasted by these rats. When Maggot Eyes took people to inspect the dozen or so huge granaries, he opened them and saw that they were empty and there were not even a few rats in them. Out of anger, several attendants who were unlucky enough to guard the warehouse were beaten to a pulp by maggot eyes on the spot.

Although Maggot Eyes was angry, he also understood that such a huge amount of grain reserves could not be easily embezzled by a mere grain supervisor, nor could it be accomplished in a year or two. There is probably something hidden behind this guy Jadel. More rats.

But now, the bastard Jardel has suddenly disappeared, and even his previous two food supervisors have disappeared. Even if Maggot Eyes wants to investigate carefully, there is nothing he can do for the time being.

The more this happens, the more serious the situation may be. At this time, Maggot looked at the group of timid bastards under his eyes, all with expressions of interrogation and questioning.

"Chief, I heard that Ms. Fulen, the troll food supervisor in the east, seems to have disappeared. Maybe the two of them worked together to do this!!"

Someone was hiding in the crowd and speaking weakly. It was obvious that the jackal leaders here were also good at shirking responsibility and diverting attention.

"The troll tribe in the east is just like our tribe. The tribe's food reserves have also been emptied!!"

"They deserve it!! Starve these bastards to death!!"

At least after hearing the news, Maggot Eyes' anger showed signs of stagnating, and he muttered with a bit of schadenfreude.

"Get out of here!!! Give you one day to find that bastard Jadeel, otherwise I will use that thing on your shoulder as a urinal!!"

What should be vented has been vented. We can't really kill these guys in front of us, otherwise the tribe will be more unrest. The most urgent task now is to find Jardel, the instigator. What is more important is to use the opportunity of beating these guys to blow up their family's wealth and get some food to appease the losers and losers at the bottom.

The crowd dispersed quickly, no one wanted to face the brutal leader's wrath, for fear that if they were not careful, they would lose their lives.

The food shortage problem is rapidly expanding. Although the middle and high-level trolls and jackals have put some food into the market, when hundreds of thousands of mouths need to eat at the same time, the food they contribute is only a drop in the bucket.

At the same time, the Green Field tribe in the direction of Namur Fortress suddenly blocked the communication between residents. Except for the caravans holding customs clearance documents, even the adventurers who could travel through the canyon were temporarily unable to move freely.

There was no other way. Maggot Eyes and Tim, the legendary elder who was in charge of the Snowmi tribe at the moment, could only turn their attention to the passing caravan, half intimidating and half pleading to let the caravan give up part of the food to help the tribe overcome the current difficulties. .

But the strange thing is that most of the seemingly large numbers of passing caravans carry only enough food and grass for their respective teams to consume on the road, and the amount that can be transferred to the gnolls and trolls is very small.

But it’s not surprising when you think about it. After all, the food supplies for the three powerful tribes of Namur Fortress and Nasir Fortress are a big deal in themselves, and a chamber of commerce without a certain scale and background will definitely not be able to afford it. Because of the huge profits, the chambers of commerce established by the three tribes usually cooperate with a few large chambers of commerce to provide long-term and stable supply of food. Even if other chambers of commerce want to get involved, they are completely unable to do so due to the manipulation of thoughtful people.

Originally, if there were no stable trading channels, the profits from bulk commodities such as grain would not be very attractive to ordinary long-distance trading caravans, because grain is transported in quantity and is long-term and stable. Much profit.

Over time, basically no other caravans would consciously transport large amounts of food to the front line of the Cator Mountains. Therefore, if they want to purchase in bulk enough food for hundreds of thousands of people in a short period of time, even if they are as powerful as the Oak Merchant Group and the Natural Merchant Group, It is impossible for very large chambers of commerce to do this.

Fulen and Jardel, the two supervisors who coordinated the food management of the two tribes, failed to escape capture in the end. They stayed at Namu Fortress until the desperate group of trolls and gnolls had just returned to Nasir through the canyon. The moment he reached the fortress, he was arrested by his colleagues who had been waiting for a long time.

Without giving Fulen and Jardel any chance to defend themselves, dozens of trolls and jackal warriors with solemn expressions and cold eyes immediately surrounded them from all directions when they saw their target, applying sharp and smeared coatings on them. The dagger of deadly poison is hidden in the shadow of the body.

The first person to notice something was wrong was the troll Moriti. As a slightly older man, he walked the slowest, so he fell behind the team, but he also spotted the figure of the warrior approaching them quickly. But before he could issue a warning, a sharp dagger had already cut his throat. In the brief moment when he fell, his pupils that gradually lost their light finally saw the man who had toasted with him. Get to know your colleagues.

"what……"

"What are you going to do..."

The shouts and angry voices of Fulen, Jader and others were drowned in the cold murderous intent. When passers-by saw this scene, they fled in panic. Soon the main entrance to the canyon was immersed in blood. among.

The trolls and jackal warriors who suddenly appeared acted very quickly. In just a few minutes, they slaughtered more than a dozen important leaders of the two tribes, and even deliberately fell to the ground in order not to leave anyone alive. The corpse in the pool of blood was stabbed to the vitals.

Soon someone came over to clean the battlefield, threw the dozens of corpses into the carriage that had been prepared, and carried it slowly towards the city. Not long after, the blood stains at the city gate were swept away and washed away. As more and more traces of people and livestock were left on the ground, no one who came later knew about the fighting that had happened here earlier.

In the end, when the death of Fulen and others reached the ears of Maggot Eyes, Tim and other high-ranking tribe officials, it was another story: the corrupt leader headed by Moriti, the former food director, tried to bribe the city gate guards to escape from the fortress. In the end, they were intercepted by the garrison commander as they were leaving the city. In the end, more than ten Moriti people who resisted stubbornly were killed by the brave warriors of the two tribes.

The next step was to clean up the corrupt leader families such as Moriti and Fulen. Countless amounts of food and money were recovered, which actually alleviated the food crisis in Nasir Fortress.

The account books that had been prepared long ago were searched out from the homes of these dead people and sent to Maggot Eyes, Tim and others. Looking at the series of entry and exit figures, Maggot Eyes, who had been slightly vented of anger, became furious again. He smashed the utensils he had just repaired around him.

Just the food hoarded from the homes of these corrupt elements has been able to slightly alleviate the food shortage problem in the city. At least the people at the bottom will no longer be hungry for two or three days. This shows the huge amount of money these guys have embezzled.

Of course, more high-value extravagances such as money and jewelry were seized from these families. In the past, Maggot Eyes might have been secretly happy, and his collection had increased, but now these dead objects For the crisis faced by the tribe, it is of no use at all, which really makes people unhappy.

More than a thousand people from more than a dozen families, including the under-month-old child, were beheaded in front of the fortress gate without any survivors. The bodies of Moriti, Fulen and others were hung directly above the city gate. For the passing merchants and residents of the city to watch, one can see the anger in the hearts of Maggot Eyes and Tim, the leaders of the tribe.

At the same time, maggot eyes and other high-level officials did not hide their guilt. They posted it all, which diverted most of the people's inner dissatisfaction. Coupled with the bloody methods used to treat these guys, the chaotic scene in Nasir Fortress was temporarily overturned. Once clear, calm was temporarily restored.

(End of this chapter)