255: Taking Sides Against Us, Caught Red-Handed! An Extra Chapter for "Huo Zheng Ting Hao," Part 420

"How did you let this happen? How could you let an assassin sneak into the camp and set it on fire?"

Outside the tent, half of which had burned down, Kempot was clutching his unharmed diary as Korando rushed over and scolded him furiously:

"You have more than thirty thousand gnolls, and you couldn't even protect your own command tent?"

"I should be asking you that!"

The furious gnoll warlord roared, holding up his three-headed spiked skull flail, which glimmered with eerie green light:

"Don't you claim to be blessed by Midnight? Why didn't you notice the vampire assassins sneaking in? They nearly burned all our supplies! Luckily, my cubs reacted quickly and put the fire out!"

Korando was so irritated by the idiot's retort that he laughed.

For fuck's sake, you sent vampires from the Wolfsbane Clan to catch assassins? They were probably skilled Thorn Clan assassins, no less! Everyone on the continent knew the Wolfsbane Clan produced warriors and brutes.

Were warriors the bane of thieves?

They stood no chance!

Shouldn't you have found a greedy hunter from the Blood Dread Clan for this?

Fuck!

What a waste of all these hyenas they'd raised!

But after dealing with Kempot for so many days, Korando knew the bastard would never listen to reason. So he dropped the matter and asked instead:

"Is anything missing from your tent?"

"My collection was stolen! Ah, damn it!"

The thought made Kempot even angrier.

Two keepsakes from his beloved hyena had been stolen, leaving him furious and heartbroken.

Gnolls were savage, but there was a "person" in their name for a reason: they had feelings. They were just rather less sentimental than civilized folk. Hog, for instance, would grieve if his mate died, but that wouldn't stop the scrawny gnoll from finding himself