Blue Dragon Emperor: Lord of Thunder

Chapter 50 Gnoll

With the arrival of the winter moon, the snow line on the peak of the Storm Mountain Range extended downwards, and the water level of the rivers formed by the melting snow also dropped a lot.

"Wow!"

"Rumble..."

A huge iron hoof stepped into the gentle river, stirring up a wave of spray, and then, a group of burly and majestic tauren in full body armor rushed past, trampling the river with its water level down until it almost stopped flowing.

Nearly a hundred tauren wearing pitch-black armor, carrying huge black silver-patterned steel axes in their hands, were still walking like flying.

In front of all the tauren, the four-meter-tall Sauta stood out with red hair like blood.

"Stop!"

Sauta gestured to give the command, and the running tauren stopped neatly, rolling up dry dust and dust.

And among the smoke, bushes, and shadows, bloodthirsty and warlike eyes lit up, but looked cautiously at the tauren.

A tall, muscular but slender humanoid creature dressed in tattered iron armor stepped out of the bushes.

This humanoid creature has the face of a jackal, ferocious fangs in its mouth, messy, dry and knotted gray-black hair all over its body, its hunchback is still two meters high, and it wears various bone daggers and sawtooths around its waist. Knife, throwing knife, awl.

It held a rusty scimitar tightly in its hand, and looked up at Sauta, who was twice as tall as it.

It's not that it has never seen tauren, and even slaughtered a tribe of tauren with dozens of people, but the group of tauren in front of it...

They are ridiculously well equipped, and their size is beyond its imagination.

It already has the idea of ​​retreating in its heart, but as the leader of the gnolls, weakness is the most deadly expression. Once the leader shows signs of fatigue, the young and strong wolves will swarm up, tear the leader to pieces or drive them away, and then fight out. New, more powerful bosses.

So it must stand up and stand in front of this group of giant tauren.

Sauta looked at the wolf men who could be trampled to death with disdain and disgust. If their great master didn't need more family members, it would not hesitate to order this tribe of wolf men to be crushed.

Now, in the master's territory, only this group of jackals has not surrendered. After the kobolds investigated, they handed over this relatively dangerous target to them.

Before the leader of the wolf man stood up to speak, Sauta made a rumbling voice: "By the command of my lord, the great Lord of Storms, surrender or die."

From the shadows in the forest came the low, menacing whine of a dog.

This straightforward declaration was simply insulting and provocative to the jackals. The bloodthirsty and warlike jackals couldn't bear it. They showed their minions and took up weapons one after another, but their leader was surprisingly silent.

This female in prime of life ascended to the position of leader by virtue of her powerful force. She leads a tribe of nearly a thousand wolf men. Mountainous, Tribe of a Thousand is a remarkable achievement.

They enslave kobolds and goblins, and domesticate forest wolves. Their wolf cavalry are fast and brutal, and they use large forests as their hunting grounds.

In front of them, all creatures in this forest are just pieces of meat with legs that will run away.

But it is not a guy with brute force, it has always been a prudent and intelligent wolf man, and the long-term strength of the tribe has not made it lose its reason and keen sense of danger.

In the recent period, within their hunting range, one tribe after another of intelligent creatures surrendered to an existence called the Lord of Storms.

At first, it was disdainful of this guy who recruited kobolds and goblins, but the arrival of the fearsome tauren in front of him changed its mind.

What kind of existence can have such a tauren army?

Suddenly a large shadow was cast on the sky, and a huge, deformed red flying dragon with stubby limbs slammed heavily on the ground, causing the wolves to shake for a while.

The leader of the wolf man stared at the red flying dragon in front of him. Although it looked weird, there was no doubt that it possessed dragon horns and dragon wings, its eyes were full of wisdom rather than the ferocity of wild beasts, and the faint dragon prestige in the air proved that This is a real dragon.

It seems that this is the "Storm Lord".

The leader of the wolf man was approaching a great enemy, but he heard the strange red dragon say: "The great my lord, the master of storm and thunder, commands you to surrender under his dragon wings and make your choice, wolf man .”

The leader of the wolf man was startled. The huge red dragon in front of him was just the minion of the storm lord.

Only the more powerful true dragon can make the true dragon obey.

It made a decision in its mind instantly, and immediately knelt down on one knee and said, "The Fang clan is willing to submit to the great Lord of Storms."

This action made the rest of the wolves explode, growling and barking angrily.

The leader of the wolf man lowered his head as if he didn't hear it.

Sauta glanced at the leader of the gnolls, raised his ax and swung it.

"Bring them back to the master's dragon lair, and those who disobey will be killed directly."

The tauren strode forward, the sound of dull footsteps and the clash of iron armor passing by the leader of the wolf man, and then mixed with the howling and screaming of the wolf man...

The leader of the gnolls knelt on the ground quietly without realizing it. He had no mercy for those of his kind who died tragically.

The weak, especially those who are not smart enough, have no right to survive. They choose to resist or escape and are killed because of their own weak original sin, and no one is to blame.

……

Sauta stepped on the short Gnoll in front of him on the ground, crushing its ribs, blood spilled from its mouth and nose, and chopped off its head with a swing of the steel ax in his hand, ending the one-sided battle massacre.

Behind the Tauren are more than 600 Jackals.

They are not necessarily smarter than those dead gnolls, or they may just be more able to see the power gap between them and the tauren.

Surrendering to the strong is also the way of survival of the wolf man.

Sauta picked up a half-remained Gnoll corpse, and used its fur to wipe off the blood on the armor and weapons.

"Take your people, and what you want to take away, and follow me."

Sauta threw away the gnoll who was like a rag in his hand, and led the tauren towards the dragon's lair.

They have finally completed their master's mission. In Long En's territory, there is no tribe of intelligent creatures that is not his family.

The area of ​​tens of thousands of square kilometers between the Storm Mountain Range and the Principality of Polun was covered by Long's wings.

(End of this chapter)