"Everyone, get up, get up." Seeing how miserable they looked, Gavin couldn't bear to torment them.
"Thank you, Master Wang." Goss said hurriedly, "Master Gao, what are your instructions?"
"You can just call me Sir." Gavin pondered for a moment and said, "Send someone to collect some firewood. We will cook first. After the meal, we will talk about other things."
This was a delaying tactic. The opponent surrendered so quickly that Gavin's original plan was completely disrupted. He needed to make a new plan to ease the atmosphere on both sides and at least give him some time to understand the situation in the black well.
"Go and collect firewood!" Goss waved his hand, and the kobolds dispersed, followed by the sound of barking all over the mountains and plains.
Seeing this situation, Gavin immediately regretted it. Could this be the opponent's delaying strategy?
After these kobolds ran away, they never came back.
Gavin kept his expression on his face and set up two large hanging pots by the river step by step. After adding water, he put all kinds of vegetables and meat in them, sprinkled a handful of salt, lit the fire and started cooking.
Most of the kobolds in this group of kobolds might have just turned around and dispersed when they saw that the momentum was not going well. Even their leader did not intend to care about them.
Surviving each other has always been the only magic weapon for the survival and continuation of their race.
Those young kobolds obviously haven't passed on this experience yet. They very obediently collected the firewood around them and sent it back in a hurry. They went back and forth, working very hard, even their leader Goss
I winked at them so energetically that I didn't even notice, especially when the pot was boiling and the aroma started to waft out, I became even more energetic.
The adult kobolds who were working in the distance couldn't stand it anymore when they smelled the fragrance. They evadedly held a bundle of dry firewood, tentatively came back, and started adding firewood to the bottom of the two pots.
Seeing that his food strategy had achieved extraordinary results, Gavin was no longer in a hurry to talk about things. He stirred the two large pots more vigorously. In order to increase the aroma, he grabbed two more handfuls of spices from the carriage and threw them in.
The smell came up with a buzz, and floated several meters out of the sky with the wind. Gavin felt a little hungry when he smelled it, let alone those hungry and full kobolds.
The goblin warlock Vic was guarding a large pot, his mouth watering with greed, and he refused to move a step.
Vic has made rapid progress in other aspects, but in this aspect of eating, he still has not improved at all - it cannot be said that he has not improved at all, at least he no longer eats bones.
Both of these pots are large hanging pots used for cooking for caravans. They are half a meter deep and one meter in diameter. They can hold hundreds of kilograms of water and food. Naturally, they are quite laborious to cook, taking at least two or three hours.
These two or three hours were simply torture for those kobolds.
Don't run away.
I don’t know what fate I will face next.
Escape.
Reluctantly, the tangy aroma further aggravated their hunger.
"It's time to eat!"
As Gavin shouted.
Hula.
Those kobolds, young and old, all jumped back, and their numbers changed.
Gavin clearly remembered that there were only thirty-four kobolds kneeling down with Goss, and now there were fifty-three here waiting for the meal.
Gavin didn't say anything, he just smiled meaningfully at Goss who was not far away.
This smile made Gos' whole body numb and the back of his head felt itchy. He cursed in his heart that his people were not living up to expectations and could not resist the temptation of a meal.
But the problem is, it smells so good. He has lived for almost fifteen years and has never smelled such delicious food.
"Line up, no grabbing!" Gavin shouted loudly as he knocked on the hanging pot.
Gavin originally thought that these kobolds had no concept of queuing, but he never thought that he just shouted, and the kobolds seemed to understand, and in the blink of an eye they turned into a long queue, obviously in the order of oldest and youngest, but with the respect of the elders,
The order of the young ones is different. In this order, the young ones come first, then the young ones.
In their eyes, ensuring the survival of the race always comes first, and surviving young and strong until the end is the best choice.
Gavin did not correct their thoughts for the time being. As long as there was no mess of dogs fighting for food, he would be satisfied.
As the wooden bowls were divided, the population of the entire Black Well tribe was basically counted. It was not fifty-three, but fifty-seven. Some of them were more tolerant. They endured the first round, but failed to endure the second.
Turn around and quietly join the food sharing team.
The two hanging pots were divided five times before they were finished.
This group of kobolds look just like Vic when they are eating. They hold the bowl with their front legs and leave, then raise their heads with their hind legs and pour the food into their stomachs. Even if it is hot and barking, they still drink with enthusiasm.
Not one or two are like this, but one counts as one, and they all have this virtue.
Before the first lap was finished, the one at the beginning was already carrying the bowl and running to the end of the line.
For those who were being clever and lost their wooden bowls, Gavin would not give them any more food. It was not until he desperately picked up his wooden bowl that he got the second portion of food.
With frequent memory mining, Gavin's memory has improved amazingly.
These kobolds all look the same. Gavin only needs to look at them carefully for a few times to clearly remember them and distinguish them from a group of kobolds.
Judging from their appearance, most of them were only half-full, and Gavin was not prepared to feed them all at once. This would be an effective means for him to control them in the early stage.
There is a reason why those slave owners used this to control their slaves.
Although Gavin had no intention of becoming a slave owner, without establishing enough prestige and trust in the early stage, he could only make do with this underhanded method.
After a meal of food, the distance between the two parties became somewhat closer.
At least these kobolds no longer cowardly try to stay away from Gavin.
At first Gavin wanted to give an inspiring speech, but now he has completely given up the idea.
Except for the kobold named Goss, the remaining kobolds are limited to the simplest vocabulary of common language: eat, eat, drink. Although I know some kobolds, I don't want to write an article. Half of the article is filled with all kinds of nonsense.
speech.
Let’s start with what you are best at.
After letting Anna and Vic stay and guard the carriage, Gavin took the horse for a walk, and when he came back, there were two lean blue sheep on the horse.
This kind of sheep is a specialty of the mountains and has a special ability to fly over cliffs and cliffs. The steep cliffs are where they escape.
It is precisely because of this ability that they are still in large numbers even when surrounded by the starving kobolds and goblins. Especially on the mountain cliff to the east, there are at least a hundred of them staying, and there are probably more that have not been discovered.
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Woof woof... woof woof woof...
Seeing the two blue sheep that Gavin brought back, many kobolds were drooling.
They know how delicious this food is.
In order to avoid hunters, they climb and jump on hillsides and cliffs all the year round. From top to bottom, there is not much fat, but all chewy lean meat, especially the four hooves, which are unusually fat.
The climbing pad is soft and fragrant.
None of them could remember when they tasted this kind of food. It seemed that before they were separated, the cubs had no chance to eat this kind of food.
"Where are they?" Gavin asked Anna quietly.
The number of kobolds was sparse, less than half, and the majority of them were cubs.