Chapter 52 The Intention of the Gnoll

Ten minutes passed in a flash, and Ictor ordered Geneleer to start to identify the time of the marks found in various places. Fortunately, because the time distance is close, the time for most marks to be discovered is relatively accurate.

Moreover, Genier can also judge the approximate time based on the smell of feces and urine, and is not limited to the time when the smell is discovered. It is said that this is a skill developed based on accumulated experience.

As a result, Yiket was able to make a more accurate analysis based on information from all parties.

"I'm sorry, Miss Maria, please take your unrelated personnel out."

Regardless of whether his results are announced or not, the fewer people you hear about, the better.

"Lord I understand."

After Maria finished speaking, she walked out of the chamber with the rat man and the maids under the surveillance of the knight attendant.

Ictor then took a deep breath and announced to everyone present:

"Everyone, the strategic intentions of the werewolves can be determined. This is not an ordinary inquiry. They are uniting and may have formed an alliance to prepare to seize the territory!"

The reason is actually very simple. The earliest smell of time comes from the direction of the high ground. There is not only the smell of zombies, but also some bloody smell.

"And Aris, you have to understand that Windersol has no supply line now! I can no longer provide experienced soldiers to escort your convoy, and buying and selling food will exhaust the territory's last savings in the future!

These things are not difficult to analyze, and he soon got the answer.

The initial attack on the convoy was probably intentional. If you win, you can plunder the grain for the tribe. If you lose, you can also reduce the need to eat.

"Yes! Clan leader! Our loving clan is eager for blood! As long as you give your order, all rats are willing to fight for you!"

What he needs most now is time. In any case, he must find a way to control the invasion time of the zombies and let the offensive side follow the defensive side's trend.

Yaro also agrees with this plan.

"But there is no need to worry, no matter how many gnolls are, they will not exceed two thousand, and the actual force they can mobilize is at most about 400."

Ickett said, this made the atmosphere in the chamber heavier.

In addition to their behavior of retreating after a certain number of people, Icket was able to determine that they were most likely to have all the power of a tribe coming out, and then they could infer relatively accurately the number of people in a tribe.

To figure out how to break the deadlock, Ictor needs to know when the zombies will launch an attack, their organizational methods and food mobilization capabilities, and comprehensive considerations based on factors from all parties.

The reason why we can make this judgment is thanks to the tide of the undead. As the gnolls who have lived here for three years, their still alive now means that the zombies have enough experience in dealing with it.

Ickett's tone was excited. After deducing it, it was difficult. There were two or three big cats in the leadership. The army that he had finally formed was dispersed into a large number of new recruits, and he could not recover his combat effectiveness in a short period of time.

Ictor began to think about how to break this situation of neglecting military and production.

Ictor analyzed again that if each tribe had that size, a single highland gnoll is enough to organize hundreds of gnoll warriors.

If we want to conduct investigations on our territory, the investigation time of major tribes should not be so high.

"One thousand!"

Ickett completely disagrees with the suggestions of his subordinates, because this practice will make Ickett lose the most important thing in the military struggle - the initiative!

After a long time, Aris suggested:

"Lord, although I want to resume production as soon as possible, there are too many enemies right now! Let's focus on military!"

Ickett's first arrival in the territory was very disturbing, and the dimensional lightning cannon did hit a long distance, but as far as the tropical rainforest was concerned, it was still unlikely to see the lowlands clearly.

"It's not certain whether those undead will explode again next year. The legendary undead mage may be hiding somewhere now, staring at us day and night!"

"I want to fight, this is good, but have you noticed that if the territory is fully transferred to preparations for war, it is almost equivalent to putting a nose ring on the gnolls!"

Combining all the factors and taking out all the useful productivity in the territory, Ictor already knew about Windersol's policy of facing up to the enemy.

Such a large tribe needs a wide living space, with up to five on the high ground, and even further away is the scope of other territories, where his human compatriots are also active.

The final smell location plus date list reflects the activities of these gnoll tribes.

Their tribe should be in deeper forests, and they should not have arrived the second group.

The situation was clear. The Highland Tribe took this head and notified most of the werewolf tribes from west to east.

After hearing Ictor's words, Yaro was shocked.

After four hundred ratmen joined, his military power was a bit too great.

Moreover, the tribes that come to check should be mainly highland tribes, because tribes in other areas are in low ground and have a worse vision.

Especially the southern tribes, the forests near Windsol are too narrow and long, and belong to the traditional sphere of influence of the undead.

It is rare for Gianil to reach a consensus with Arrow, and he is extremely looking forward to mastering a larger army.

"In this way, they have the final say when the werewolves will attack! And we can only wait and waste a lot of time in the territory. Even if we live, we are not going to live like this!"

However, his move not only did not strengthen his impression in Ickett's mind, but instead made Ickett realize that he urgently needed a Rat No. 2 to curb Genelec's momentum or prepare a higher-level binding contract for him.

Considering the loss of personnel caused by the undead and going out, ideally, he should only need to deal with the total number of gnolls with about one thousand, and his combat effectiveness is about 300 young and middle-aged gnolls.

With the current strength of the territory, if they rushed over, they would suffer heavy losses no matter how much they said.

Even if we win in the end, so what? We will still have no place to bury!"

Information transmission takes time. In order to ensure that the surrounding resources are sufficient for the tribe to survive, it will be separated by considerable distances.

But even so, it is still impossible to face so many troops in the early stage when the territory's combat effectiveness has not yet recovered.

Ictor's words made everyone present look solemn. The territory has not even sown seeds and is facing the danger of being attacked. This is really.

"Not only that, we were attacked by gnolls on the way to Windsol. The tribe could invest nearly a hundred gnoll warriors at one time, and the number of gnolls around the territory might be around a thousand."

"Young Master, we are currently well equipped. If we start training the army in time, we should have the power to fight! For food, I can lead the caravan to purchase supplies, and we should be able to survive this period of time."

The two of them looked at me and I looked at you. They knew that Ictor naturally wanted the best of both worlds, but to be honest, they couldn't think of it.

The second batch of odors was later discovered in the riverside forest, and finally the witness report of the forest on the other side.

Asking him to take such things and establish a foothold in the crisis-ridden frontline? Madd, he needs a system incredibly!

But if you want to say that you are at the end of your life, Ictor believes that it is far from being able to talk about it.

"Yes, this is just a conservative estimate, and there is no counting the werewolves on the other side of the river. After all, the highland forest is indeed vast and fertile."

Bang!

Ictor made up his mind to slap the table suddenly, scaring the two rats in the conference hall to stand up straight.

Ictor sucked in a sip of fresh air and happily spit out all the dirty air, commanding:

"Open the warehouse! Be prepared to distribute all the weapons!"

"Yes, Lord Lord!"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!