World of Warcraft: Conquest of Arthas-Chapter 118: WOW : Geau the Jackal

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They stopped and started along the way, and sometimes even had to deal with some weak gnoll predators. These semi-intelligent creatures were generally scattered in various areas, and it was difficult to communicate with them. They did not have their own system to be self-sufficient, and needed to constantly go out to forage and plunder resources from other races, and even ate humans.

On the way, we encountered many corpses of goblins, whose flesh had been eaten to pieces. A group of gnolls were surrounding several corpses and gnawing on them, including some human corpses.

The guards pressed forward, using bows and magic to attack first, and when they were far enough away, they rushed forward and used a neat battle formation to block the gnolls outside, with one responsible for finishing off the enemy, one responsible for defense, and one for backup and assistance. This perfect three-three offensive formation had been very successful in the Orc War.

Kariya excitedly waved her staff and used holy light to heal the wounded. It was a rare opportunity to go out on an adventure, which was the life she had dreamed of day and night. How could she not be excited when it was so close?

Arthas noticed something was wrong. These were all shipwrecked crew members, which meant they were being hunted down. What was so special about the kobolds that they were being hunted down?

"Leave one alive."

In a fight of this magnitude, Arthas doesn’t need to take action. He just needs to wait for the guards to kill the few remaining gnolls.

Arsace came to the dying wolf and asked in the wolf language, "What happened here?" under the surprised eyes of 　Callia and the wolf.

The captured gnoll almost fainted. He didn’t know what was going on. Why the hell are you hitting me? Are you kidding?

"We are foraging."

"Where are the rest of the goblins?"

Alsace continued to ask.

"Brought to our lair." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The gnoll looked at Arthas with fear. With his intelligence, he didn’t know why Arthas could speak their language. But the holy light shining on him made him feel a little scared, and it healed his injuries easily.

"I can give you a chance to live, and even make you the leader of your clan. Hehe, are you worth my investment?"

Arthas looked at the gnoll in front of him with interest. He had set his sights on the gnoll. The number of humans was not large, and he would definitely need talents from all walks of life when crossing the sea in the future. The gnoll might be a good force, and every intelligent race could cooperate with it.

Of course, cooperation is also based on the condition of equal strength. Alsas does not intend to enslave these gnolls, or rather, he has to do a good job on the surface. There is no difference between complete control and slavery, but he makes the situation more pleasant so that there will be no resistance. Alsas is too familiar with this routine. Wasn’t he treated like this before he crossed over? The boss of the company paints a big pie for you, telling you all kinds of benefits, foolishly deceiving employees to work hard, and even though they know they are being cheated, they still can’t help but have new hope. Good words are always better than sarcasm, and capital is too powerful in brainwashing.

"Who are you? How do I know you won’t lie to me?"

The gnoll’s eyes rolled around, clearly he was not stupid, but certainly not very smart either.

"I am the prince of Lordaeron, and I am lying to you? Humph, what do you have that is worthy of my lying to you? I can stop human soldiers from attacking you, send you some food, and even let your tribe receive education. The Gnoll spellcaster, as this clan, a powerful clan annexed other clans, this King of the Gnolls!"

Arthas was feeding him chicken soup, and what he said was absolutely untrue. To say that teaching gnolls magic was simply an insult to the word magic.

Are gnolls weak? Not really. There are even gnolls on the Dragon Isles, and these races have existed since ancient times. Compared to these races, the history of humans is shorter. Well, if you count the history of the Vrykul, it is indeed very long.

Arthas remembered the gnolls outside Stormwind City, who once forced Stormwind City to ask for help from the Alliance. They were very strong. If they were not really threatened, the nobles’ face was often more important than their lives! Apart from other things, the gnoll leader Hogg in Elwynn Forest had taught countless novices. The gnolls were indeed not weak, and all races were not weak. It all depended on how they were used.

If he simply relied on humans, and if the entire Alliance listened to his orders, then maybe he could still fight. But Arthas had no interest in a scattered Alliance that was scheming against each other. The King of the Alliance listened to Sir Lothar’s advice because he was a descendant of the emperor of the human empire. If Lordaeron took the lead, the other kingdoms would definitely not agree. Who knows if they would secretly annex him? You can be on guard against others, but you can have the intention to harm others.

"Your Highness?"

The gnoll was a little surprised, as it had just heard of it.

"How can I help you?"

Just as Alsace was about to answer, he heard the system prompt.

"Ding, triggering the mission, foreign fanatics."

"Foreign Fanatic: The jackal Georg was very moved after hearing your suggestion. Use absolute strength and wisdom to make it surrender! Content: Help Georg become the chief of the Gray Fang Clan. Mission Reward: Georg is transformed into a fanatic follower."

"Fanatical Follower: They worship you immensely, will never rebel, and will firmly carry out your orders. They can provide triple piety within the territory, and can spend faith points to strengthen their followers."

A gnoll becomes his fanatic? Arthas narrowed his eyes and placed his right hand on the hilt of his sword. He might need some help, even if it was just a trick. The benefits brought by a fanatic are very high, even exaggerated. The Scourge Legion was able to sweep across the Lordaeron Alliance, relying not only on the huge Skeleton Sea Ghoul tactics. It relied on the fanatics in the Cult of the Damned, who collected intelligence as humans, fed back information to the Lich King, and then formulated corresponding battles. Seizing supply points, contaminating grains, letting soldiers eat plague grains to turn into undead, and so on.

"Hehe, I will help you become the chieftain of your clan. Okay, now wait a moment."

Alsace called Emerisse. It seemed a bit too realistic to ask for help today after just firing a shot last night.