There was a small group of gnolls guarding near the cave where the kobolds lived and rested. Prell avoided their patrol and saw a group of kobolds tiredly coming out of the mine and heading towards the cave. He hunched his shoulders.
Sneaking into the crowd.
Then he heard someone shouting his name with joy: "Brother Prell!" He turned around and saw that it was Belga, all black, with tattered sleeves, and the staff that had always been in his hand had disappeared.
Prell quickly came over and whispered: "Don't talk!" Belga nodded quickly. As a respected awakened healing caster, Belga did not receive superior treatment.
In Gresu's view, Belga's semi-modal skills were too crude. He had decided to transfer a few people from the goblin medical team assigned to the logging team, not for the safety of the kobolds, but for the gnolls.
As for the kobolds, in the short week that Gresu took over, at least 14 more kobolds were born. Although 6 died at birth and the remaining 8 didn't know how long they could live, Gresu didn't care at all.
According to the estimates of the goblin naturalists he hired, the number of kobolds in the Gale Mine will double in less than a year. Since kobolds can reproduce so well, and it seems that the vitality of this race is also very tenacious,
Then he doesn't need to care about how poor the kobolds' medical and health standards are.
Prell, who mingled with the crowd and returned to the cave, quietly found Belga. After listening to the tearful Belga telling the story of the kobold tribe's experiences over the past week, Prell was silent for a long time.
He patted his cousin on the head and said softly: "Go and rest, Belga, I will find a way! Maybe I will need your help then, so you have to save your energy!"
Belga nodded obediently, as if something suddenly occurred to him, he got up quietly, ran back after a while, handed Prell a small cloth bag, and said: "Brother, you must not have eaten!
Fast food!"
It was a piece of coarse wheat bread that was still warm with a small piece of gopher meat sandwiched between it. Prell didn't speak for a long time, and then he ate it with big mouthfuls.
Gresu not only reduced the supply of materials to the kobolds, but also increased the price for the kobolds to purchase food. His reason was extremely upright, because the surrounding areas did not produce food, and he had to purchase and transport wheat mainly produced by humans.
The cost along the way is too great.
In other words, based on the current income of the kobolds, most of the money they obtained from various deductions from Gresu was used to purchase the food provided by Gresu. What is even more helpless is that except for Gresu, they have no other way to obtain it.
More food.
You must know that the mother tribe of the kobolds in the Gale Mine, the kobolds in the Gogo Cave more than a hundred kilometers away, agreed to cooperate with Gazruin because their tribe had too many people.
Prell looked at the cowering Belga, and then at the sleeping fellows around him. A strange numbness seemed to permeate the entire cave. This deathly silence made him feel very depressed.
So he stopped talking, just finished the dinner that Belga found for him from somewhere, then found a comfortable position, hugged the miner's pick and fell asleep.
Early the next morning, Gaspar woke up from a fork in the cave. He shook his head tiredly and came to the entrance of the cave where the kobolds were gathering for dinner.
Gaspar shivered as he looked at the several jackal overseers emerging from the tent in the distance. The jackals were really cruel. From the time Gresu came to power to the present, he has been skinned by the jackals for making small mistakes.
There were dozens of kobolds injured by whipping.
Even on the first day, because he did not complete the number of excavations prescribed by Gresu, one of his younger brothers was arrested and used as a model, or the chicken that killed the chicken to scare the monkeys, and was hung outside the mine and beaten. If Gresu had not considered that one was missing,
The kobold will make less money, and his brother will be killed by the jackals.
A sturdy jackal got out of the tent naked, stood unscrupulously by the tent and peed at the entrance of the cave. Looking at the stunned kobolds, he laughed wildly, and then suddenly
Xi Ya showed a ferocious expression, and when he saw the kobolds shrinking collectively, he laughed even more crazily.
Gaspar looked at his brother, son, nephews, and nephews sadly. He suddenly saw Prell and felt that the kobold looked very familiar. Then he shook his head and stood next to the man who was busy preparing breakfast.
The female kobold side.
Breakfast was very simple, a wooden bowl of thin oatmeal, a piece of hot black bread, and a small piece of gopher meat. As parents, the only privileges of Gaspard and his brothers were theirs.
There is an extra apple in front of me.
This is a wild apple collected by female kobolds in the forest. It tastes a little dry, but it is still considered a fruit, right? Gaspar did not eat the apple, but just handed it to the little kobold next to him. That was him
One of his many daughters, she had already begun to help her mother with work before she reached adulthood.
While Prell ate his meal quickly, he kept observing the jackals who had all emerged from the tents. The breakfast the jackals enjoyed was the black-antlered venison provided by the goblins, but seeing the way they devoured it, all of them
The kobolds no longer have any desire to eat meat.
After a simple breakfast, the male kobolds lined up, and under the arrangement of the jackal supervisor who came, they were divided into several teams. A goblin took the roster and started to roll the names, and then took the kobolds team by team to the mine.
deep.
Prell and Belga stood together until all the other kobolds were named and taken away. Looking at the lonely Prell, a goblin asked lazily: "What's your name?"
Prell did not answer, but Fezquez recognized him. After all, he was one of the witnesses when he was born, and he was more concerned about this rare kobold twin. The most important thing is that Prell can say
He is the tallest and tallest kobold in this tribe.
So Fizzix said: "Prell, hurry up and follow the team." The goblin who called the roll flipped through the roster, found Prell's name, then made a mark, and said with a smile: "Mr. Fizzix
, you know this guy! Then it’ll be fine!”
Fezquez curled his lips secretly. Gazruin did not have many people left for him, and he had gradually begun to be ignored by Gresu. Even Gresu's subordinates, these fellow goblins had no respect for him.
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Prell looked at Fizzix and the goblin coldly. His hatred for goblins had reached the extreme. Originally, Gazruin was a good person in his mind, but now it seems that goblins are just goblins!
A jackal supervisor came over and slapped Prell on the back with a whip: "Damn kobold, what are you doing? Why don't you go to work! Damn it!"
Prell glared at him fiercely, and the jackal suddenly became furious: "Do you want to die? Damn you little thing!" As he said that, he raised the whip again, and Prell couldn't bear it anymore.
, he sprinted a few steps, jumped up hard, and then punched the jackal on the disgustingly ugly chin.
The jackal overseer fell to the ground without saying a word, and was knocked unconscious by Prell's punch. Prell shook his numb arms, and stepped outside under the gaze of other surprised jackals.
Go.
As he passed Fizzix, he said coldly: "I think you can come over and watch the show, greenskin!" Fizzix, who was scolded as a "greenskin", didn't have time to get angry. He looked at Prell blankly.
, as if a monster had been discovered.
Before the other jackals could react from the shock, Prell had already walked downstairs to the goblin office area. He shouted loudly: "Gresu, I want to challenge you!"
The stunned Jackal's accomplices had already gathered around, surrounding Prell's small figure with ferocious looks. They all showed their pale yellow teeth with flesh and blood residue, as if they wanted to tear Prell to pieces.
But they did not act, and looked at Fizzix and the other goblins whose attention was attracted, waiting for the next instructions from their employers.
Prell fanned in front of his nose. Jackal's breath smelled bad. He just held the miner's pick tightly, and a blue-white five-pointed star flashed past his feet, and the piety aura was activated.
Finally, a roar came from the second floor: "Which bastard dares to challenge my authority, Gresu?" The goblin's voice became shrill with anger, as if someone had pinched his neck.
Gresu, who rushed downstairs while wearing a light-colored coat, saw the kobold surrounded by jackals. He suddenly laughed: "Are you going to challenge me, little one?"
Prell did not answer him directly, but just spat, which happened to fall at Gresu's feet: "Oh~~ Push!"
Gresu was furious. As a decent goblin businessman, this was the first time he was insulted by a kobold. He shouted: "Ahhh, kill him! Kill this hateful bastard!"
Before the Jackals could take action, Fezquez stopped them, approached Gresu and said, "Sir, be careful."
Although I don't know how Prell had the courage to challenge Gresu, Belga had already rushed over with a group of young kobolds, but was stopped by the arriving gnoll guards.
Gresu took a deep breath and suddenly laughed: "Very good, I accept your challenge, little one! You want to stand up for your tribe, right? Kobolds are simply more greedy than us goblins! I give
I have given you all your best, and now you actually want to oppose me? You are asking for your own death!"
He walked back and forth with his short legs: "Since you are so courageous, then I will help you! We goblins always keep our word. As long as you defeat my men, I will be merciful and listen to you."
What are the requirements!"
Prell laughed contemptuously. He could hear the leeway in the goblin's words, but he didn't care at all.