Kobold Blood Battle

However, Shawn indicated that he couldn't understand a word of it.

Few kobolds understood Common, and these three low-ranking kobolds were naturally not among them.

Kobolds were a civilized race that had just stepped into primitive society, and they possessed their own language. This language was relatively simple, suited to their simple minds. Their limited brain capacity and meager knowledge made it difficult for them to grasp a language as profound and complex as "Common."

Only the wise ones in the tribe, the Shaman Witch Doctors, understood a little.

Shawn did not understand the kobold language.

But Shawn was not stupid.

Seeing this situation, he understood that the so-called Kobold War Horn in his hand was truly effective.

"Then, you three go back and push out three mine carts filled with ore for me!" Shawn commanded.

As soon as he spoke, he wanted to slap himself.

How could three kobolds possibly understand his words?

But the next moment, Shawn was stunned.

For some unknown reason, those three kobolds actually scurried back immediately. One of them was even chattering away.

"!@￥@#...￥%*"

For the sake of caution, Shawn climbed up a large tree nearby.

Thanks to the lush, overgrown tree, the dense branches and leaves completely concealed Shawn's figure. If one didn't look carefully, they wouldn't be able to find him.

It had to be said that in a state of fanaticism, the strength and endurance of a kobold were endless.

Fifteen minutes later, the three kobolds each pushed a mine cart full of ore and charged toward Shawn. Behind them was a long line of other kobolds, all pushing ore along.

Shawn was dumbfounded.

He never imagined that the three kobolds would bring so many others with them.

But immediately after, a look of wild joy appeared on his face.

At least a dozen mine carts!

Although kobold mine carts were not even a third the size of human ones, a dozen of them added together was no small amount.

This was simply a windfall!

Considering it from another angle, Shawn understood the preciousness of the horn in his hand even more, and he became reluctant to continue using it to transport ore for himself.

Good steel must be used on the blade.

However, he had to use it one more time now; otherwise, those kobolds who hadn't been fooled would surely rush up and tear him to pieces if they saw his human form.

Thus, Shawn blew the Kobold War Horn once again and shouted loudly:

"Comrades! Drop the mine carts in your hands and run in the opposite direction! Charge toward the coastline! We are going to wage war! Our first target is the detestable Murlocs! Kill the Murlocs! Kill the Murlocs! Unite Westfall!"

Under the influence of the Kobold War Horn, the kobolds cheered in unison and charged toward the coastline.

On this day, a great war broke out;

On this day, blood flowed like a river;

On this day, the number of kobolds in the Jangolode Mine plummeted by a third;

On this day, the Murlocs on the Gold Coast suffered the most terrifying sneak attack in history, losing more than half their number;

On this day, the sounds of killing shook the heavens, and the people of Westfall were filled with panic and fear;

On this day, the soldiers at Sentinel Hill assembled in full and entered a state of high alert;

On this day, the Defias Brotherhood held an emergency meeting, with all the leaders present;

On this day, Shawn had a bountiful harvest.

Without any hesitation, the moment the kobolds turned and charged toward the coastline, Shawn put away the Kobold War Horn, grabbed the ore in the mine carts with both hands, and tossed it into his Spatial Pouch.

After throwing all the ore into the Spatial Pouch, Shawn tossed the mine carts into it one by one as well.

However, a problem arose.

The Spatial Pouch was full!

Helpless, Shawn had no choice but to convert the mine carts into Garrison Resources.

After converting 4 points of Garrison Resources, only 3 of the dozen-plus mine carts remained, and Shawn began to feel mentally exhausted. With no other choice, Shawn hitched the three remaining mine carts to his Shredder and drove it away from there, returning to the Saldean Farm.

After hiding the three mine carts in the warehouse, the physically and mentally exhausted Shawn collapsed onto his bed.

He hadn't slept this soundly in a long time, and he even had a good dream, dreaming that he had become a true Kobold Warlord, commanding an endless army of kobolds, overthrowing the rule of the Horde and the Alliance, wiping out the forces of Draenor and Argus, and launching an attack against the powerful Pantheon and the Burning Legion...

Then, he woke up from his dream.

With sleepy eyes, Shawn opened his eyes and saw a pair of concerned eyes.

Shawn rubbed his eyes; it was Old Saldean.

Old Saldean was full of excitement, gesturing wildly and beaming with joy.

"Old Man Saldean, did you take the wrong medicine?" Shawn blurted out.

"Pah, you're the one who took the wrong medicine! Get up, get up, and come with me to see Commander Gryan Stoutmantle! He's a big shot, a legend of Westfall! Back when the Defias Brotherhood was burning and pillaging everywhere, if it weren't for Commander Gryan Stoutmantle stepping up to form the People's Militia at Sentinel Hill to protect the peace of Westfall, there's no way our farms would be this secure!"

Old Saldean's face was filled with admiration whenever he mentioned Gryan Stoutmantle.

Gryan Stoutmantle?

What the hell is that?

Wait...

The People's Militia?

Gryan Stoutmantle?

So it was him!

Information about Gryan Stoutmantle slowly surfaced in Shawn's mind.

Beside him, Old Saldean was still chattering away.

Combining the two, a complete image of the character appeared in Shawn's mind.

Gryan Stoutmantle, a veteran Paladin and a member of the Order of the Silver Hand, had performed heroic deeds during the campaign against the Scourge in Lordaeron.

At that time, Gryan Stoutmantle was already quite old. Exhausted, he returned to his hometown—Moonbrook in Westfall—intending to spend his remaining years in peace.

He didn't mention his past glory and honor to anyone, wanting only to quietly live out the rest of his hard-won life.

But at that time, the Defias Brotherhood was already running rampant in Westfall, colluding with Goblins, Gnolls, and Kobolds to rob passing merchants, illegally mine the national gold mines, seize farms, and even occupy Moonbrook, the trade center of Westfall, after the Stormwind City garrison withdrew.

Moonbrook happened to be Gryan Stoutmantle's hometown.

Old Gryan had already decided to stay away from war, and being alone, he couldn't stop the Defias Brotherhood, so he remained silent. More importantly, he still held out hope for Stormwind City, wishing that the nobles of Stormwind would send a detachment of elite troops to wipe out the Defias Brotherhood and restore a clear sky to Westfall.

You must know that in Elwynn Forest, just a few days' journey from Moonbrook, the Westbrook Garrison was stationed with an elite Stormwind force and a large number of mechanical weapons forged by Dwarves. If they were used to deal with the Defias Brotherhood, it certainly wouldn't have been a difficult task.

After all, when it came down to it, the Defias Brotherhood back then was merely a group of homeless stonemasons.

However, reality disappointed Old Gryan.