Moreover, judging by the goblin city of Ratchet's location and defenses, it was hardly a strategically secure stronghold. It could be attacked from at least three directions, and of those, the north and west were particularly favorable for cavalry assaults.
More importantly, Ratchet's defensive forces were not strong. The trade route out of Ratchet headed mainly west into the central Badlands, then branched off in four directions to form a crossroads. Although each road led somewhere different, every one was threatened by the three centaur factions occupying the Badlands' three great oases.
At that thought, Yu Lin Bloodhawk looked up at Old Charlatan, only to find Old Charlatan looking at him too.
Their eyes met.
"I think Willyx is right!" Sorens said. "The quilboar are probably afraid a shameless bandit like you will steal the last pair of underpants they own."
Sorens had actually wanted to use this opportunity to give Yu Lin Bloodhawk a vicious tongue-lashing and get some revenge. Unfortunately, even after racking his brains, he could not find any nastier insults!
Old Charlatan suddenly became furious at his own limited vocabulary, especially his pitifully small stock of insults. After all that thinking, he had only managed to come up with two miserable words: shameless and bandit. Combined, they did not even carry as much weight as Yu Lin Bloodhawk's remark about the quilboar's underpants, which described their poverty without using a single swear word. That made Yu Lin Bloodhawk even more irritating to him.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk chuckled inwardly again. If you want to use this to insult me, you old geezer, at least find something with some weight, something that actually hurts! Those are the only words you could pick? Forget a critical hit-they don't even tickle!
But Yu Lin Bloodhawk did not dare provoke Old