Hogg quickly received its first assignment after returning to the gnoll den.
As expected, Kenport demanded that it go back and risk its life again after escaping danger. It was obvious that the gnoll warlord didn't care about the life of a crippled runt. It had never even tried to hide it.
Fortunately, Hogg had never harbored any illusions about Kenport, so it wasn't disappointed by the situation.
This wasn't the only "secret mission" Hogg was carrying out.
The small gnoll was riding a filthy, shaggy hyena, galloping through the sprawling gnoll camp with its elite tribesmen.
Officially, it was looking for a place for its "Bloodclaw tribe" to set up camp. In reality, it was using the opportunity to record a rough map of the entire gnoll camp with the calculation orb hidden beneath its breastplate.
This had to be taken seriously!
Kenport's forces now numbered more than thirty thousand gnolls. They could no longer stay in their old ravine on the frontier, so Kenport had chosen a new location for its den.
It wasn't far from the stretch of the Kadman River that ran through the Andmar Hills. It was also near the forest, making it easy to cut timber, and a trade road led to East Prussia, allowing supplies arranged by the Wolfsbane tribe to be delivered in a steady stream.
It sounded perfect. But the atmosphere in the camp was such that if it couldn't be called "a happy family of united tribes," it could certainly be described as "brimming with life, everything competing to flourish."
What did it look like when more than thirty thousand gnolls and their kobold vassals gathered together?
The answer was simple.
Chaos! Chaos! And more freaking chaos!
Although Kenport had divided the camp into four broad layers—core, elite, main force,