Chapter 586 585. Popok’s first escape from death - additional update [2730]

(Added update for the brothers "Little Rag who doesn't eat fish" [2/5])

Mr. Popok, the warlord of the "Black-Eyed Clan" who performs reconnaissance duties for the Black Scourge Army, is now very annoyed.

Don't worry about this weird name that doesn't sound like a gnoll at all, but has a halfling semantics in its speech.

It is said that this was when Popok was born, and his clan happened to capture an unlucky halfling explorer. In order to survive, the explorer flattered the clan chief, Popok's father, and gave the baby a gnoll.

name, and survived successfully relying on this trick.

Although the explorer was stabbed to death by the grown-up Popok after several years of savage life, looking at the bright side, Popok did have a name that stood out among the jackals, and he ate a lot of food that night.

Very fresh "meat of wisdom".

There is nothing wrong with it except that it is a bit old.

In short, Warlord Popok Black Eyes is a very powerful hunter and has a "noble" origin. Although the Black Eyes clan he comes from is not one of the five most powerful clans in the Dark Mountains, it is still a large tribe in the middle reaches.

The young warlord was therefore dispatched and assumed important responsibilities during this black disaster.

It was supposed to lead the elites of the Black-Eyed Clan all the way to the Black Flame Pass to conduct a detailed reconnaissance of the difficult position and send back intelligence to the Grand Overseer who had emerged from the Moss Valley. However, Lord Popok was now very agitated.

Because it has received disgusting failure messages twice in a row.

"What does 'no news' mean?"

In the Black-Eye Clan's temporary camp, Popok's roar echoed in its tent.

The young warlord roared to the two scout captains:

"The day before yesterday, three centurions went out and didn't come back! I sent two more cannon fodder centurions this morning to check the situation, but they still didn't come back! Now I just want to know where my soldiers have gone?

You two told me you didn't know!

Shouldn't they have already tested the position at Black Flame Pass?

Even if everyone dies, at least a few lucky guys should come back and report the situation, right?

Although those guys are not the elite of our clan, they are just cannon fodder of the vassal clan, but I only have twelve centurions under my command! Hell, half of my soldiers were just gone, but I didn’t bring back any useful intelligence!"

As we all know, when a gnoll is irritable, it is at its most dangerous. The scout captain who was scolded did not speak to him at all, lest his own warlord make him a target for venting his anger.

After Popok finished his roar, another older scout captain spoke:

"It's not like there's no news at all. Someone saw smoke in the direction of the mountain pass this morning, as if there was a battle. The time is right for the second team of scouts we sent, but the problem is that the place is not the Black Flame Pass at all.

It is an unknown highland, and it is still far away from the Black Flame Pass.

Perhaps the blood alliance vampires guarding there sent their hunting dogs to stop our soldiers.

I suggested last night that you should not be so anxious to send more people."

"Um?"

Warlord Popok stared at the subordinate in front of him unhappily, and he roared:

"So, you're saying this is all my fault?"

"No, no, it's just those unlucky fools who have bad luck. It has nothing to do with you, but what should we do now?"

The old scout was well versed in the art of conversation. He changed the subject and asked:

"Although we lost a lot of people, it at least proves that the Black Flame Pass is not easy to fight. Although the vassal clans can't fight, they can run fast and have wargs, but even so they couldn't escape.

I think it’s better to send a message to Lord Hurley, who is in charge of us, and ask the Whiptail Clan or the Bonegnawing Clan to send more warriors, and we’ll stop here and wait for them to come and join us.”

"Yes, Overseer, our clan is originally a clan attached to the Whiptail clan. Although there are things like black disasters that can be profitable, we must first survive until we can reap the benefits."

Another scout captain yelled twice and tried to dissuade him:

"When the old chief sent you out, he specifically reminded us to be a little more obedient and humble. Whether we can grab things is secondary. Preserving the clan is the most important thing. We have lost so many people, and we can't do it now.

delivered!"

"damn thing!"

The persuasion of the two scout captains made Popok very angry.

It is a young and courageous jackal. The last black disaster happened to his grandfather's generation. His father has been mediocre all his life. He has finally caught up with the good times of the black disaster, so he should ask the King of Bone Grinders.

Learn and use your own sword to snatch the fertile land under the sun for the gnolls.

The ambitious Overseer Popok would definitely not tolerate such "weak" remarks from his two subordinates.

It cursed:

"How can the Black Calamity win if they are all thinking about preserving their strength? The Bone-Crushing King failed because the other clans wanted to reap benefits and were unwilling to fight to the death with cowardly humans! Ah! How can the Black Disaster be successful with bugs like you?

What about disaster?

If you are afraid, take your own people and go back to that old man. I will lead the brave young people in the clan to win glory!

King Bone-Gnawer and King Whip-Tail will both reward me for this.

roll!

You all get out!

I don't need idiots like you in my clan."

It kicked and punched the two cowardly old scout captains away, and then asked its guards to blow the horns, planning to take the remaining five centurions to the Black Flame Pass to conduct a reconnaissance in person.

The two old scout captains didn't get used to it. They were the true confidants of the old chief Black Eyes. How could they bear this anger? After being scolded by the prodigal young chief, they left here with two hundred elite members of the Black Eyes clan without saying a word.

.

No one can stop Popok from taking his people to death. Anyway, the soldiers under his command are all miscellaneous, and the real elites of the clan are in the hands of the old chief.

The most important thing is that the old chief also has more than one child.

Popok also has a sister who is more stable, smarter and not lacking in courage. The status of females in the Gnoll clan is not low. There are also many female Gnoll chiefs in the Dark Mountains. The Splitclaw clan, one of the five major clans, is directly descended from

The Den Mother rules.

These are probably the only advantages of gnoll civilization.

However, although the young gnoll warlord Popok Blackeye is reckless, he is not stupid.

It said it wanted to make great achievements, but in fact it was still afraid of death, so it led the guards to walk in the center of the five centurions, and moved towards the Black Flame Pass at a very slow speed. As a result, the vanguard had not walked out for two hours.

The scouts brought terrible news.

"What did you say? What's in front of you? A flag? What kind of flag?"

The scout's confusing report made Popok very unhappy, but looking at the scout's appearance, it was clear that he was a little frightened, saying stupid things like "head", "tower" and "crazy human beings".

But there is definitely something ahead.

This made Popok immediately come to his senses. He knew that this place was still some distance from the Black Flame Pass, so whatever was in front of it could not be the main garrison of the Blood Alliance Knights.

If they had eaten the two centurions they sent this morning, then they must still be resting and recuperating now. No matter how powerful the human army is, it is impossible to defeat the elite Jackals without any injuries. They are definitely not at full strength.

If you take the opportunity to steal a wave, you might be able to accomplish something big!

Driven by this idea, Popok immediately mounted his warg decorated with various skulls, howling and speeding forward with the young gnolls who were willing to follow him.

Soon, it saw the scene ahead.

On a deserted highland, there stood a towering flag. The bloody battle flag looked majestic, but what was horrifying was the base of the flag.

Head!

They're all jackal heads!

They were cut off and piled up in the same posture as when they were about to die, and some guys threw new heads on top.

There were other flags planted around the damn high ground, like a damn flag-raising platform. There was also a convoy transporting "trophies" leaving in the distance. The convoy had blue and golden flags on it, like a group of looters.

Taking away the dignity of the jackal.

Can a jackal with a ferocious nature endure such injustice?

Immediately there were roars one after another, and even the wargs began to roar.

"Take us and charge! Cunning Popok!"

An angry gnoll hunter shouted:

"Those humans are humiliating our warriors! Are you just watching? They are all vassals of our Black Eyes clan! Popok, do something!"

"I'm going to kill them all!"

Popok roared.

But it did not rush immediately, but with a hint of doubt in its anger, it turned to a hunter beside it and asked:

"Is this high ground an important position?"

"Well, it doesn't seem like it. The terrain is not dangerous, and it's far away from their position. There's no water or anything like that. It's not even a good place to camp."

"Then why did they put up this flag here?"

"Uh, I don't know, maybe it's just so we can see clearly from this direction?"

"So, weak humans are deliberately provoking us?"

"Uh, I don't know, but it should be like this."

"Um"
To be continued...