Vientiane Throne of Civilization

Chapter 1855 No Choice (Bonus Chapter for 1000 Monthly Tickets)
At this moment, Bloodfang's proposal was a troublesome matter for the undead officers.

Ultimately, he was willing to keep his promise because of the education he received from the Great Zhou Dynasty, and also because after confirming the intelligence, he had to go back to report anyway, so having a jackal on the way wouldn't make much of a difference.

However, if you want to bring along the rest of the other party's tribe, that's a different story.

It wasn't that he thought there were too many gnolls; from the perspective of the undead officer, it didn't matter whether he herded one sheep or a flock of sheep.

The key here is that if they want to bring along the remaining members of the enemy's tribe, then they will have to go and gather and make contact with the remaining gnolls.

In this process, the risk of their existence being exposed to goblins will increase significantly, which is obviously something they do not want to see.

As for the labor force that the remaining gnoll tribe could provide, to be honest, he didn't take it too seriously.

To be honest, how many gnolls are left after their territory was seized by goblins and they have been besieged for a long time?

At most, it would only be a few dozen or a hundred. How could their Great Zhou possibly lack such a small amount of labor?
From the perspective of the undead officer, there was no reason for him to risk his life for such a small amount of labor.

Having probably guessed what he was thinking, Bloodfang quickly began to explain.

"There won't be much risk. The tribesmen have already set a meeting point before they act, and they just need to meet up after nightfall. The goblins don't have night vision, so they won't risk taking action at night."

"..."

The undead officer remained silent, and seeing this, Bloodfang quickly added...

"Moreover, my knowledge of goblins is relatively limited, and my people should be able to provide more information."

Well, this did somewhat persuade him.

After thinking it over, the undead officer agreed.

It's worth mentioning here that gnolls don't actually have very good night vision. And even with good night vision, there are bound to be good and bad ones, with a huge difference between them.

Their excellent night vision allows them to see things as clearly at night as they do during the day.

Poor night vision is like severe myopia of 1,000 degrees; the field of vision is almost completely blurred, and you can't recognize your own family members five meters away, or distinguish between humans and animals ten meters away.

However, gnolls do not rely entirely on sight to obtain information; they actually depend more on their hearing and sense of smell than on their eyesight.

These two senses allow them to move smoothly even at night.

Although the undead officers could basically confirm through mental perception that Bloodfang was not lying to them.

But just in case, the undead mage still raised the Wraith Bone Staff in his hand, released a wraith from it, and then let the wraith follow behind Bloodfang to reunite with his people.

In the darkness, vengeful spirits are almost transparent. As long as they don't make a shriek, they move without any sound, and they have no smell.

For gnolls, whose night vision is not well developed and who rely mainly on their sense of hearing and smell, it would be extremely difficult to detect the presence of vengeful spirits at night.

Under this premise, although the vengeful spirits themselves do not have a clear consciousness, the undead extraordinary mages can use the vengeful spirits as a medium to perceive the surroundings, which can be considered as indirectly grasping the movements of Bloodfang.

After nightfall, they took Bloodfang back to the place where they had previously tied him up.

After quickly assessing the surroundings, Bloodfang immediately understood the situation.

After confirming with the undead officer, he turned and left.

Bloodfang rushed into the night, his overall state relatively relaxed.

The gnolls' primary hunting time is not at night, but rather at dawn and dusk.

Meanwhile, in the desert, dawn and dusk are the two times when the climate is most comfortable.

But ever since they encountered the goblin army, nighttime has become their favorite time of day. Under the cover of darkness, the goblins are rarely active, making it their safest time of day. When Bloodfang arrived, many of his people had already reached the rendezvous point, and they were discussing their next move.

Initially, some of the more assertive members of the tribe advocated launching attacks at night to retaliate.

This tactic worked at first; they did have a certain advantage in the dark.

But soon, the goblins improved the camp's facilities, and now the area around the camp is brightly lit. As soon as they get close, they will be immediately exposed, rendering their plan useless.

The jackals have now realized that there is no way to fight them. At the same time, their nature dictates that they will weigh the pros and cons and will not confront a powerful enemy head-on, as that would be too risky.

Right now, everyone is mainly discussing how to survive.

"If this continues, we'll be wiped out by those damned goblins sooner or later. We definitely can't stay in this area anymore; we have to leave quickly."

"The problem now is where we can go! If we can't find water soon, we'll all perish in the desert sooner or later!"

At this point, the jackals were arguing about mostly the same old issues.

Bloodfang listened and then spoke up at a suitable opportunity...

"Well, I do have a place to go."

"Bloodfang? Where can you possibly go?"

Upon seeing Bloodfang speak, the jackals who had been arguing subconsciously frowned, expressing doubt about his words.

Seeing this, Bloodfang quickly explained what had happened.

After listening, everyone started to think about it.

Is that Great Zhou Dynasty reliable?

Do we have any other choice now?

Races with average physical abilities are usually not too bad at thinking, otherwise they wouldn't have survived and would have gone extinct long ago.

Therefore, the jackals are very clear that the key issue now is that they have no choice. Staying here will only lead to their being surrounded and killed by the goblins. Submitting to the Great Zhou is basically the only way out for them at this stage.

"Since everyone has made up their minds, let's go together."

At this point in time, there may still be clansmen scattered in other places, but they obviously don't have time to wait any longer.

With no other choice and no other preparations to make, the gnolls simply followed Bloodfang to the agreed-upon location with the undead officer.

The sight of the undead officer, who appeared as a complete skeleton, stirred a commotion even among the jackals who had already learned of him from Bloodfang.

Some of the jackals couldn't help but mutter to themselves...

"Is this really okay?"

The undead officer remained calm in response, clearly too lazy to waste words with them.

"Those who want to follow, follow along."

After saying that, he led the way and left.

Seeing this, Blood Fang became anxious and quickly tried to comfort his people.

Although the undead officer's skeletal form made them hesitate, they really had no other choice, and one by one they followed.

(End of this chapter)