Full health is the kill threshold, no matter if you're a god or a demon!

This is Grom's biggest headache.

The chief warrior is not only a high-end combat force, but also the core of maintaining the fighting power and cohesion of a large clan.

With Ironhoof dead, the Crackhoof Clan will inevitably descend into infighting for the position of War Leader, a disaster in the lead of the upcoming great war.

"The most urgent task is stability," the Ancestral Throat said slowly. "I suggest that each war chief appoint three deputies, and submit their lists to you. If any war chief... encounters misfortune, you can directly appoint a deputy to take over, thus preventing internal strife within the clan."

"This method is good!"

"I agree!"

"I second that..."

The Throat of the Ancestor then said, "As for the new Warchief of the Clefthoof Clan, let's use our usual method: a tournament. Whoever wins will be the new Warchief!"

"Since the Great Chieftain said that one of our tribesmen killed Ironhoof, that guy must be very strong. Why don't we make him the new War Leader?"

"No way! This guy is abusing his power; that's not a good sign. Do you want your deputy to suddenly kill you and take his place one day?"

"Exactly, besides, we don't even know if that guy is from the Clefthoof clan!"

"Uh...that's true. So, who exactly was it that killed Iron Hoof? Which clan was it from?"

Grom interrupted their conversation: "Just as the Throat of the Ancestors said, let the Crackhoof Clan choose their new leader through a gladiatorial contest!"

After speaking, Grom looked intently at Ancestral Throat: "What do you think of the death of Ironhoof?"

This matter still needs to be clarified. We can't let the pigs make unfounded suspicions and spread rumors, as that would also affect morale.

Ancestral Throat's expression stiffened; he knew Grom was forcing him to take responsibility for this.

As a leader, one cannot make hasty judgments; otherwise, a mistake could severely damage one's reputation.

Moreover, this is something that is easy to expose, so only the ancestral throat can speak for him, so that even if someone investigates in the future, they will not be held accountable to him, the wise and mighty chieftain.

The chief is never wrong; it's his subordinates who are wrong.

"I firmly believe that Iron Hoof did not die at Liu Nian's hands, but rather that our clan has produced another super expert! This was an internal strife!"

Grom nodded; this was indeed the safest approach at the moment.

"Yes, you all heard that? Do as the Ancestor's Throat says! You immediately tell your underlings in the channel! Don't spread rumors, tell them that anyone who dares to spread rumors and cause trouble will be locked in a pig cage and kept for a blood sacrifice!"

Grom knew that these war chiefs weren't stupid. Even if they knew the truth, they wouldn't question or oppose him in this situation.

The only one who needs to be appeased is Bloodfang, since he was the one who took the blame.

So he'll give Bloodfang some benefits later.

Grom was well aware that this kind of thing could only be suppressed once; if it happened again, it would probably explode completely.

However, he also believed that if these soldiers weren't stupid, they wouldn't easily fall into the trap and be caught off guard by Liu Nian.

Moreover, Grom was plotting his revenge, figuring out how to set a trap for Liu Nian and eliminate him!

Recently, there's been a lot of talk in the channel about new Immortal King set pieces being dropped in the Goblin's "Shimmering Mine" dungeon. Maybe we can use this to our advantage... If Liu Nian can really disguise himself as a pigman, then I'm sure he's noticed this news too!

Then let's lay a trap in advance and wait for him to fall into it!

At this time, in a relatively luxurious stone house next to the clan hall in Shattered Hoof Town.

Piggy Dana was facing a polished metal plate, carefully applying cheap blush and lipstick to her chubby face.

Her feelings were complicated.

Iron Hoof is dead.

The brutal and domineering leader, who had indeed provided her with a comfortable life, was dead.

At first she was a little panicked, but soon another emotion took over—excitement.

"Big, Rotten, Tooth, my warrior... what a majestic and imposing name!"

She murmured the name, a wide smile spreading across her thick lips: "So you're that good... much better than that Iron Hoof guy..."

She remembered the "Big Rotten Teeth" man in the market who had looked down on her and even slapped her away.

At the time, I only felt anger and humiliation. But now, looking back, that cold gaze, that decisive resistance, that swift speed... it was clearly the demeanor of a strong person!

"He must be hiding his strength! He's deliberately getting close to me! Trying to get my attention!" Dynasa's pig brain raced, arriving at a conclusion that made her heart race: "He's definitely had his eye on me all along! He's deliberately using this unconventional method to get my attention! Ugh, what a scoundrel..."

Admiring strength is also in Piggy's nature. A powerful figure who can instantly kill a Warhead instantly possesses unparalleled attraction in Dynasa's heart.

Iron hooves? That's a thing of the past!

What attracts her now is her rotten teeth!

She was confident that, given her status as the most beautiful woman in the Rifthoof clan, he absolutely couldn't refuse her! Not even the Great Chieftain could!

"I want to find him! I want to be with him! I want to give him the strongest little piglets!" A burning flame of love ignited in Dana's eyes.

She began to use her remaining influence as the widow of the former warlord to secretly inquire about "Big Rotten Tooth".

Unfortunately, no one knows where he is.

"Where would a strongman like him go?... Maybe he'll go to that new dungeon for legendary equipment..." Dynasa turned her small brain and actually guessed that it was the Shining Mine.

She decided to try her luck at the Shimmering Mine!

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Liu Nian, disguised as the goblin "Rotten Nose," was walking along a muddy road with deep ruts left by heavy vehicles.

He was dressed in tattered leather armor, carrying a bulging backpack, and with a rusty short axe hanging from his waist. He looked no different from the countless goblin adventurers who went to "Shimmering Mine" to try their luck.

As Liu Nian walked through a grove of trees, the sight before him made him pause slightly.

Dozens of corpses lay scattered across a relatively open gravel beach.

Most of them were goblins, stripped naked, and died in various ways: some were pinned to the ground by arrows, some had their throats cut open by wind blades, and others had their bones crushed by heavy blunt weapons.

Blood seeped into the rusty red soil, forming patches of dark brown stains.

In the sky, several dark figures were rapidly disappearing into the distance; they could be vaguely discerned as harpies or griffin riders—eagle-winged players. They seemed to have successfully completed a raid or ambush and were now retreating.

There were about twenty or thirty goblins standing on the battlefield, surrounding a goblin who was exceptionally tall, wearing heavy power armor and a helmet with multiple thick steam exhaust pipes welded on.

He held a buzzing, saw-toothed launcher with a high-speed rotating serrated disc at the front, and was cursing loudly at the departing eagle-like figure in the sky, his sharp goblin language mixed with all sorts of vicious curses and the metallic scraping noise.

"Damn birdmen! You run so fast! Next time I'll pluck all your feathers and stuff them into a steam engine! Useless! All useless! So many people can't stop a few feathered beasts!" The voice of the level 75 goblin leader named Gazruk came through the megaphone in his helmet, sounding particularly harsh.

The goblin leaders around him kept their heads down, not daring to respond.

Just then, the goblin leader suddenly turned his head, and the single eye on his helmet, flashing red light, instantly locked onto Liu Nian (Rotten Nose), who had just emerged from the woods.

"Huh? Hey you over there! What are you doing sneaking around like that?!" The leader pointed his weapon at Liu Nian, emitting a threatening buzz.

Liu Nian's heart skipped a beat, but on the surface he immediately put on a standard goblin expression of fear and obsequiousness, trotting forward and bowing obsequiously: "R-Respected sir! I was just passing by! I meant absolutely no harm!"

"Just passing by?" The leader's one eye flashed red as he sized Liu Nian up and down. "You've been conscripted. Come with me!"