Chapter 22 Blood Claw Tribe, your chief is back!

Author: Leopard Head · Zero Charging

Chapter 22 Blood Claw Tribe, your chief is back!

In the morning, the sun rises completely.

It's quiet all night, well, in fact, there is no such quiet beings, just like a multi -cell creature that feels food, slowly move.

In the water, the dog head slaves fishing, picking up the wood and wild fruit ... All kinds of different division of workers are busy. They are busy.

Although after the old chief Toris left, the new chief Hogg did not command every welberry as a welberry.

But in a short period of time, following the task arranged by the old chief, the tribe can also work normally, at most a little problem.

What should I do if the fishing dog head is eaten by the fish? I don't know, the chief did not say.

The woods near the tribe were picked up, did it expand the scope to increase the manpower, or simply cut the tree to make a fire? Where does the man make it? I do n’t know, the chief did not say.

There are fewer and fewer fish soups in the pot, and there are more and more soups. Is there any wolf man stealing meat? I do n’t know, the chief did not say.

The answers to these questions do not know that the werewolf knew that every wolf man didn't know what would change tomorrow, but what could be?

Do you want to leave the tribe like an old chief and live when you do n’t know when you do n’t know what monster eats?

Have you ever come together ...

The new chief lying in the wooden house was also very distressed. Before driving away the old Toris, did it always feel that it was not just a chief, I can do it!

But after successfully the position, it discovered that the position of the chief was really not that the average werewolf could sit well.

Without any threat, the total amount of food is less every day. Although no one is hungry, it is impossible to be hungry to the new chief, but Holdon, who learns something with Lao Toris, knows that if you continue to do this, the tribe must definitely be sure

It will be four cracked.

Unless the fish from the river can feed each welberry, but there are fewer and fewer dog head slaves, do you want to organize a troops to grab a vote of its dog head?

But how much food does the army take? The food in the tribe is not enough now. Do you want the army to hunt all the way to catch the dog head?

It doesn't seem to be ...

Just when Hogg wondered when he set off, a roar came from the sky, and then he heard a noisy outside.

"What happened?"

It sat up and was about to go out. A guard suddenly ran in in a panic, and exclaimed in his mouth: "It's not good, the chief of Hogg! It's not good!"

"The wall of the tribe was suddenly blown up!"

"What!"

Hog Ge rose suddenly. It didn't matter if the wall was broken, it would be good to repairs again, but the meaning behind this surprised it.

"What monster is it?"

"Ah? I don't know?"

The guard scratched his head, his face was blank.

"A special group of idiots!"

Hogg gritted his teeth, why did Old Toris break like this? Oh, it seems that there is, but Toris can always resolve things.

Thinking of this Hogg is even more angry, how can it believe the evil of Laosac, have to challenge Old Toris? Originally, it was the first warrior of the tribe.

Just lead your men to hunt.

Now that it is good, it still has to take the lead in hunting, otherwise the tribe is not full at all.

What the hell, I needed to hunt before I ascended to the throne, and I still need to hunt after I ascended to the throne, so wasn’t my rise to the top in vain?

The more Hogg thought about it, the more he regretted it. He raised his hand and gave himself a mouthful.

"You said you had nothing to do to get into the chicken position!"

"Big, big chief?"

The guards on the side were all dumbfounded, wondering if the chief had been possessed by evil spirits? Should he drink manure water? I heard that once upon a time, a jackal was possessed by evil spirits after eating mushrooms, and it was the old chief who saved him by pouring manure water into him.

But with the Great Chief's physique, it looked at Hogg's body, which was half taller than the average Gnoll (seven and a half feet, 2.25 meters), and wondered how many Gnolls it would take to hold down the Great Chief and help it exorcise evil spirits.

"I'm fine," Hogg looked gloomy and murmured to himself, "I regret it now, I regret it very much..."

"Don't regret it, Chief, you want to make up your mind?"

The guard was anxious and hurriedly urged Hoge.

But what idea could Hogg have? He didn’t even know what kind of monster did it, but he could just go out and catch the monster?

But whether you can or not, you have to go and see the damaged wall.

Hogg pulled away the guard, and just as he took a step, another guard rushed through the door in a panic, saying with surprise and joy: "Great chief! The old chief is back!"

"What!"

The former guard jumped three feet high, and the old chief is back! That's great... what a fart!

If the old chief comes back to power, will the new chief's cronies still have good juice to eat?

"The old chief is back!!!"

Hearing the news, Hogg was overjoyed.

The one who can make up his mind is finally back, why don't you hurry up and take it back?

Old Torres is back, and the problem is solved.

Old Torres is back, and the tribe will be at peace!

As for who to listen to when there are two chiefs in a tribe, Hogg doesn’t have any idea anyway, so he’ll just make do with it...

Hogg strode out of the wooden house and saw many jackals gathered near the broken wall, looking at the river from a distance.

Thanks to his extraordinary height, Hogg saw old Torres as soon as he went out. He was standing on a wooden raft, head held high, hands behind his back, and moved closer to the shore along with the force of the current.

"Old Torres!"

Hogg loudly called the old jackal's name, but it turned a deaf ear. He opened his mouth slightly, and a thunderous voice resounded across the river bank.

"The chief of the Bloodclaw Tribe is back!"

Hogg narrowed his eyes slightly. Although he was happy that the old jackal had returned to the tribe, the look on his face made it clear that he wanted to regain the position of chief.

To be honest, Hogg no longer cares much about the chief's position. After all, in primitive tribes, the chief cannot enjoy anything more than the first warrior of the tribe.

But it couldn't figure out what the old jackal could rely on? And how could its voice be so loud?

Could it have guessed that I was going to give up in the challenge?

It can't be that awesome, right? I just had this idea!

The more Hogg thought about it, the more frightened he became, but his spirit was invigorated.

In any case, it is a good thing that the old Gnoll is back. Hogg, who has been taught by the Old Gnoll since he was a child, does not want to see the tribe fighting each other and falling apart.

Having made up its mind, it pushed aside the jackals blocking the way and strode to the river bank.

"Old Torres, do you want to launch a chief challenge?"

Hogg decided to follow the process to ensure that every jackal would be convinced after old Torres returned to power.

The old jackal glanced at Hogg lightly, shook his head, and said proudly: "I am the chief of the Blood Claw tribe, why should I challenge you?"

"Let old Sark come out to see me!"
Chapter completed!