Chapter 86 The goods have arrived!

One corpse after another was transported back to the territory, and the cooking squad leader Bubul was eagerly looking forward to it. As soon as he saw the returning team, he hurriedly greeted them.

"Let me come! I'll carry it! Hey! This jackal is really strong. He's going to have a good meal today!"

Scout Rat allowed Bubul to carry the Gnoll, and the latter quickly laid the body flat on the big table, picked up the knife and began to handle it skillfully.

Everyone is used to this scene. Even humans might attack goblins and jackals when there is a famine.

Ictor walked by calmly, and Bubul asked him if he wanted to try the jackal stew, but it was obvious that Ictor didn't have that appetite.

The scenes of the investigation team really frightened the captured jackal Gamp.

As soon as he came in, he saw that his companions who had just enjoyed the dried fish with him had been bled, skinned, and hung on hooks.

Even the powerful warrior of the Stoneskin tribe did not escape the fate of being cut into pieces in the end.

Even their own people could not escape the poisonous hands! Gamp witnessed with his own eyes that the rat people dismembered their companions, ground the bones into powder, and threw the flesh and blood into the mud of the fields and buried them!

This is unreasonable! Who is the barbarian?

Even gnolls bury tribe warriors.

Is this the custom of their tribe? Or is it something else? In short, Gamp really can’t understand it! This weird territory makes him feel extremely scared!

Looking at his companions who were hung on the iron hook like prey, the jackal Gamp couldn't help but vomit, and a feeling of dizziness continued to flood his brain.

"I feel it! It's the Horned Rat. The Horned Rat has received my tribute! The gods have been paying attention to me!"

In fact, the rat people didn't know what to do with this only living creature.

Without the energy supply of the high-level magic crystal, if it still lights up, there is only one possibility.

The other rat people also looked over, and there was nothing they could do about such a guy who couldn't eat or beat him.

But even though there are so many, if we do nothing, there will always be only ten gnolls whose flesh and blood can be used by us."

Not only is it useful, but it is also very effective.

"I understand, clan leader, just don't worry, this matter will be taken care of by me, Targaryen."

Regardless of its function or image, it is a perfect bait.

After walking out of the reconnaissance brigade's station, a jackal hanging from a bamboo pole was quickly erected in the camp behind him.

Upon seeing this, Ictor shook his head, then pinched his nose with his hand and ordered to Targaryen:

If the main race is humans, they can also absorb refugees on a large scale and press the accelerator button on the carriage of territorial development.

But soon, there was a knock on his door.

His desires are strong and his intentions are clear, which is the best thing for Ictor.

The little girl picked up the hem of Ictor's shirt and walked underground, straight to the wine cellar where the summoning circle was engraved.

Ictor said that as the saying goes, you have to take a long time to catch the big fish, and in his plan, this jackal will act as a good bait.

"There are a lot of bamboo poles left over from the construction of pipelines in the territory. Find a complete one and stick it diagonally on the ground. Use it to hang the house high up. It must be visible from the forest.

You can provide food and water as long as you can survive. If this guy hangs in a tree for a day, it will be enough to deal a blow to the morale of those guys.

"What's wrong?"

Ictor inspected the fields for a while, charged up the cave giant lizard, and then returned to the castle, finally gaining some free time.

"Ugh, I don't like eating this dirty stuff even if it's stewed."

At the same time, the lair of the Ridley clan was far away in the medieval plane.

The summoning array, which had been dim for a long time, was now emitting a magical blue light.

"I really can't take any time off."

What if a female rat-man emerges from the Gray Prophet? What will happen? What will happen if the girl becomes a girl again?

While dreaming about a better life in the future, Ictor opened the door and saw Sasha looking panicked.

It's a pity that Iket, who lacks everything, has to do it himself even to open the door!

Maybe he needs a personal maid, and a male servant is not impossible.

"Targaryen, we killed eleven gnolls during this trip, and ten of them became the meat and leather of our territory.

Gamp let out a low roar, completely unaware of what his fate would be.

But this does not mean that living gnolls are useless.

After all, refunds cannot be made without reason after seven days.

"Yes, yes, then clan leader, how should we take care of him?"

Although he knew that the flow of time in the two planes would not be the same, Iket was still quite anxious after not waiting for the goods for seven days.

How many times had Ictor thought that if he were given just a town, no, a village, with a territory of this size as a basis, he would soon be able to leave all the trivial matters to his various subordinates.

If prisoners are not captured for food, what else can they be used for?

Just one is not enough to be used as a slave.

"It's a plane passage! The goods I ordered have arrived!"

Also remember, there are enough ratmen lurking around him, day and night. If anyone comes to save him, he will kill him for stew and eat it. Be sure to save this kid's life. I will use him to point out the location of the enemy tribe later.

"

If it's a maid, it's best if it has white fur and animal ears.

Lapa complained, "I have seen timid people, but I have never seen anyone more timid than the Rat Man."

"Teacher! You'd better go and see it for yourself!"

After a while, Ictor found the wooden box floating in the void, turned his mental power into a fishhook, and fished it up.

“Ooooooooo↓”

The rat people looked at Gump, the jackal, with eyes that looked at food, making him feel cold all over.

Ictor felt reassured that apart from Genil, Targaryen was the rat-man in the camp who reassured him the most.

Fortunately, he comes from the Zhibilan Clan.

This is not difficult. Although the plane channels are not directly connected, they do share a transfer station. As long as things are delivered, they can be located.

The stove of the reconnaissance brigade was heating up, and the ratmen from other brigade couldn't help but come closer, licking the rat's face one by one, making no secret of their intention to eat him alive.

The materials transported across planes will first be sent into the void between planes, and then cut off from the main plane. What Ictor has to do now is to find the materials in the void.

Targaryen asked, glancing dangerously at Gamp on the side, frightening the jackal to the point of peeing out.

"This is best."

Targaryen had no choice but to step forward and asked:

"Chief of the clan, what are we going to do with this living bitch?"

But judging from today's delivery time, the time flow rate of the two planes is not much different, which means that both parties can communicate in a relatively timely manner.

Ictor himself knew very well that there was no hope of getting information from these jackals who didn't understand their language.

What's more, the information these jackal pawns can provide is very limited.

I don't understand the language, so I can't get any information even if I want to ask for it.

Speaking of this, Ictor couldn't help but think of the gray prophet, a rat-man with white hair.

Qiao Qiao shouted happily, and the Storm Rat on the side complained that the clan leader's pronunciation of the Horned Rat was not accurate at all.

Who knows who these things will be given to.

However, he was also happy to see the wooden box being teleported away. Recalling the look in the clan leader's eyes that day, Storm Rat couldn't help but shudder.

It doesn't matter who he gives it to, as long as he doesn't use it.
Chapter completed!