Garos seemed to have turned into a burning meteorite, a comet, carrying a terrifying power that made Gnoll frightened, falling from the sky and landing on a large open space in the territory.
Bang!!!
The earth trembled and the mountains shook.
The entire Weeping Cliff was shaking violently, gravel fell, countless dust filled the air, and the thick shock wave carried water vapor and spread in a ring. The nearest wooden shed was blown away like a piece of paper, Gnoll were overturned by the air waves, and Bloodfang Warlord had to dig its claws deeply into the ground to stabilize itself.
When the smoke and dust dispersed, Garos slowly straightened up.
On the edge of the crater underfoot, a dozen stunned Gnoll were lying.
The Explosive Scale on his body absorbed the kinetic energy of the fall and turned into a red color. The high temperature evaporated the drizzle, forming dense white smoke that lingered around him.
Although I don't understand what the red dragon scales represent.
But all Gnoll felt the danger from the bottom of their hearts and smelled the breath of death.
The target landed as expected.
Fight?
Bloodfang Warlord was silent for a second, then suddenly burst out.
--But not an attack.
It made a standard prostrate gesture to Garos, knocked its forehead heavily on the ground, its face was full of flattery, and its tail behind it swung wildly, unable to restrain its awe and flattery. "Great Dragon Lord! Red-Eye Clan is willing to be loyal to you from generation to generation!"
This time, I mean it sincerely.
Garos's size is confusing. If he doesn't show his strength, the Gnoll clan may regard him as a slightly stronger Hatchling Dragon Hunt, but he is not slightly stronger than the ordinary Hatchling Dragon.
Today.
After appreciating the power of Garos, Gnoll was inspired by his passion to follow Dragonkin. He lost all his previous petty thoughts and was deeply impressed by Garos.
"Stand up."
Garos said.
When Bloodfang Warlord and other kneeling Gnoll stood up, Garos said slowly, "Not all biological clans can become dragon dependents. You need to show me your worth before you are qualified to be loyal to me."
After seeing how powerful Garos is.
Gnoll is filled with the desire to worship and follow her, and she can't wait to pounce on and lick Garos's paws.
Except for the priests.
Afraid that Garos would change his mind and look down on the Red-Eye Clan, Bloodfang Warlord quickly said, "Please tell me, Red-Eye Clan, what can I do to satisfy you?"
Garos narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "Gnoll, do you believe in Deity? Tell me your true thoughts!"
Bloodfang Warlord's ears trembled slightly in the rain, his Adam's apple rolled, and then he turned to the priest from the corner of his eye.
Red-Eye Clan believes in Deity.
--It wanted to reply like this, but stopped when it reached its mouth.
Bloodfang Warlord glanced at the two Gnoll Guard with his peripheral vision.
They were once the bravest warriors in the clan, but now they have become desireless puppets, unable even to mate with other Gnoll favorites!
Rotclaw called this a "gift".
But Bloodfang had witnessed the ritual process with his own eyes - fifty Gnoll were locked in an iron cage and biting each other. Only the last two who survived would be filled with Black Blood and receive the gift.
There was a severe drought in the wilderness years ago.
Red-Eye Clan sacrificed 30% of the prey and prayed for rain and dew from Deity, but found nothing.
The priest said, Deity needs more sincerity.
And this will starve to death more clan members and bring the clan to its end.
Bloodfang Warlord is ferocious in nature and is not a kind creature. It has no mercy for ordinary tribesmen, but as the leader of the clan, it attaches great importance to the survival of the entire tribe.
The losses from the sacrifice to Deity have already far exceeded the benefits gained, and are gradually dragging Red-Eye Clan down.
Bloodfang not only doesn't believe in it, but even hates Deity.
To be more precise, it doesn't hate Deity itself. How dare a mud-legged person in the wilderness hate the aloof Deity?
What it hates is the humiliation of being fooled and ignored.
Yeenoghu has never really protected Red-Eye Clan, and Rotclaw's spells always cost more than the benefits.
But the dragon in front of me was different.
His power is visible to the naked eye.
After thinking silently for a few seconds.
Bloodfang Warlord lowered his head and replied to Garos, "Report to Dragon Lord, Red-Eye Clan believes in Deity, but this kind of faith, like a vulture's loyalty to carrion, only exists when needed."
"Now with your arrival, faith is a thing of the past, and Red-Eye Clan's loyalty will be yours."
This loyalty is still "the loyalty of a vulture to carrion."
This is the nature of evil creatures.
But what can be guaranteed is that as long as Garos remains strong as always and will not become weaker than it is now, Gnoll will obey his words.
For Dragonkin, this couldn't be easier.
Dragonkin will gradually become stronger as long as he does not die.
Gnoll is keen to follow Dragonkin. Gnoll family is almost the standard configuration of Dragonkin. The main reason is this.
Only creatures like Dragonkin can withstand their "loyalty", and apart from Dragonkin, there are few other powerful creatures willing to accept Gnoll as their dependents.
"Hodge!"
Rotclaw Priest's eyes darkened, and he said in a deep voice, "This is disrespectful! Take back your words! Red-Eye Clan's faith and loyalty can exist at the same time! As a citizen of Gnoll God, we can never abandon our faith at any time."
Hodge is the name of Bloodfang Warlord.
Names such as Hogg and Hawke are common in the Gnoll race.
Opposite.
Bloodfang Warlord did not respond to the priest's words.
In its heart, Garos carries more weight, and its ideas are more important than that of the priest.
"Very good."
Bloodfang Warlord heard the whisper of Dragon Lord, which made it happy.
Garos looked around, his eyes swept over Weeping Cliff under the rain curtain, and across the many wet Gnoll, and said, "I do not allow any Deity believers to exist under my command."
Ordinary Gnoll is confused and unresponsive.
Their brains cannot accommodate too much thinking. They mainly think about what they will eat today, who they will mate with, what they will eat tomorrow, and who they will mate with tomorrow. They follow the trend, and their faith is just a slogan shouted together with the warlords or priests, and they do not understand the meaning of Deity believers.
But Rotclaw priest understands.
When it comes to its own beliefs, its red eyes show anger, and the hair on its body almost explodes.
"Red-Eye Clan will not be loyal to Dragonkin who blasphemes the faith of Gnoll!"
It responded sonorously and loudly.
Garos didn't take it seriously and said directly to Bloodfang Warlord: "Go and kill it and prove to me your bravery, your loyalty and determination."
Bloodfang Warlord opened his eyes wide and looked at the priest.
Occupations such as Shaman and priests are often held by respected and wise elders in monster clans in the wilderness. Rotclaw Priest is older than Bloodfang Warlord, and he has almost watched him grow up.
Bloodfang has always been wary of it. Even after becoming a warlord, he still did not dare to be too presumptuous with the priest.
But now, it's backed by Garos, and the situation is completely different.
Evil comes from courage!
Bloodfang Warlord suddenly raised his head, and the roar rolling in his throat exploded like muffled thunder.
"For Dragon Lord!!!"
Hunt Pack Command!
A bloody halo erupted centered at its feet, instantly covering the surrounding jackals Werewolf Warrior.
Their muscles swelled like blowing air, as if they were filled with asphalt and oil, raising their fur high, their fangs in their mouths also extended a few inches, and their pupils shrank into red dots the size of needle tips.
This is the warlord's ultimate combat skill.
The trump card originally used to fight against Bone-Chewing Ogre is now used against the former symbol of faith.
Warlords have higher prestige among tribesmen, especially warriors, than priests.
Under the influence of it Command Aura, the elite jackals Werewolf Warrior did not hesitate. All their weapons and claws were aimed at the Rotclaw priest, roaring and attacking him.
And Bloodfang Warlord stayed behind, protecting the soldiers in front of him, and did not act rashly
Garos noticed this and glanced at it.
Bloodfang Warlord smiled flatteringly and said plausibly, "Great Dragon Lord, my strength lies in commanding warriors, rather than going into battle to kill the enemy myself. Please understand."
"Soldiers are my hands and feet, my weapons."
After a pause, it seemed that Garos was afraid that Garos would dislike it and fear death, so Bloodfang Warlord puffed up his chest and added, "But if you give the order, I will definitely rush to the front!"