Chapter 23 What tradition? Do I allow it?

Author: Leopard Head·Lingchong

Chapter 23 What tradition? Do I allow it?

"You shouldn't have come back, Torres."

A stooped and bald old jackal, leaning on a cane, slowly walked up to Hogg, staring at old Torres with his hazy, cloudy eyes.

"You are no longer the chief."

"Whether I am the chief or not is not up to you."

Old Torres glanced at it with disdain, then turned to look at Hogg.

"Little Hogg, how does it feel to be a chief?"

"It sucks." Hogg grinned with an ugly and bitter smile: "I can't take care of the tribe's affairs at all, and the food is getting less and less. Chief Torres, if you want to challenge the chief again, I am willing to accept it."

Old Torres shook his head and said in a tone of hatred: "When you were young, I told you time and time again that to be a chief, you can't just fight and kill, you must learn to use your brain, but

You never listen!"

"..."

Hogg lowered his head in silence and said nothing.

However, Old Sark could not accept Old Torres's return to power. He slammed his staff on the ground and snorted: "No matter what, Old Torres, you have given up in the chief's challenge! According to the tradition of our jackals,

, you are no longer qualified to be a chief!"

"Tradition? What tradition? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Old Torres sneered: "I have lived the longest among the entire Blood Claw tribe. How come I don't know there is such a bullshit tradition?"

"Who said this tradition? Did I allow it?"

"you!"

Old Sark, who has been serving the gods all his life, has never seen such shameless sophistry? Hearing this, it was so angry that its forehead was filled with blood. It raised its hand and pointed at Old Torres tremblingly, saying in disbelief: "How can you say that?

If you say something like this! If you betray tradition, you are still not a jackal!"

"Gnolls have a bullshit tradition!"

For some reason, Old Torres suddenly broke out. He took a step forward, raised his hand and grabbed Old Sark's neck, staring at Old Sark with his dark yellow eyes.

"According to your bullshit tradition, we jackals should be in small groups, hiding behind powerful monsters like wild dogs, eating their unwanted bones and scraps of meat!"

"According to your bullshit tradition, we jackals should be in small groups, crushed to death by elves, dwarves and humans like wild dogs, skinned to make robes, and bones extracted to feed the dogs!"

"According to your bullshit tradition, we jackals should be in groups of three or five, with a large group robbing a small group, disemboweling the weakest jackals and throwing them into a pot, working like animals!"

"When the hell did you ever see that, I follow these shitty traditions!"

Old Sark was choked by Old Torres, but it refused to give in and did not use magic. It just stared at Old Torres and roared with all its strength.

"Since the great Yeenoghu created the gnolls, we have always followed this tradition! To betray the tradition is to betray the great Yeenoghu!"

"Fuck your betrayal! You just hate me for saving your life with shit water, you ungrateful bitch!"

Even though he was about to be strangled to death, Old Sac didn't change his expression. Hearing this, he could no longer hold back the anger in his heart, so he raised his hand and strangled Old Torres' neck.

"How dare you fucking mention it! You tricked me into eating those poisonous mushrooms! I'm going to kill you, you bitch!"

"Haha, without that poisonous mushroom that has hallucinogenic effects, how can you still become a priest with your brains? I suggest you knock on one when you see poisonous mushrooms in the future."

"You idiot, die!"

"Come on! Whoever is a coward is a son of a bitch!"

The two old jackals, who were almost seventy years old in total, were fighting each other, and Hogg was confused. It wasn't until he realized that old Sark was the better man, and was about to strangle old Torres to death, that he looked back.

God, he rushed forward and separated the two old jackals one by one.

"Forget it, high priest, forget it, it's all in the past..."

It was okay if it didn't speak. With this advice, the old priest finally lost his sense. He directly picked up the pure iron cane and started to open the gourd for old Torres.

Hogg simply lifted up the old priest and looked at old Torres with a wry smile: "Chief Torres, please stop saying a few words."

The old jackal grinned, straightened out the fur that was scratched by Old Sac, and said proudly: "No problem, I am not as experienced as a jackal who has eaten shit."

The old priest exploded instantly, tilted his body desperately, and tried to smash old Torres' head with his staff.

"I must kill you! Kill you!"

At the age of the old priest, Hogg was afraid that he would go straight to Yeenoghu before he could even breathe. Wait, it seems that the god the old priest believed in was not Yeenoghu, but some kind of god of killing, Erisnu?

Hogg, who didn't understand at all, still tried his best to separate the two old jackals to avoid accidental death.

After the two old jackals barely calmed down, Hogg was no longer in the mood to make any traditions. Anyway, he had the biggest fist in the Blood Claw tribe, so he spoke first: "Chief Torres, I find that I do not have the ability to lead the tribe to survive. Now.

You are back, and you are the only great chief of the Blood Claw Tribe!"

Hearing this, Old Torres glanced at Hogg in slight surprise, then smiled and shook his head.

"Forget it. In fact, there is some truth to the tradition that Old Sack said. I am too old to overcome any challenges. How can I continue to be the chief?"

Hogg scratched his head and was a little confused. If it wasn't to get back the chief's position, then what were you pretending to do before?

Before it could express its doubts, Old Sack spoke for it.

"what do you mean."

The veins in its palms were exposed, and it was holding on to the cane tightly, staring at old Torres with cold eyes.

"Traditional? Traditional."

Old Torres laughed loudly, "Isn't the biggest tradition of us jackals just to be dogs? Be dogs to Yeenoghu, be dogs to five-colored dragons, and be dogs to any powerful creature."

"Boys, I have some good news for you!"

It turned to look at the many bewildered gnolls and raised its voice.

"When I was wandering in the dense forest, I met a great dragon. He was willing to accept the loyalty of us jackals!"

"From now on, we are the dragon's dogs!"

this……

Many gnolls looked at each other in confusion. The giant dragon, the tall dragon, could destroy the entire Blood Claw tribe with one breath. If there were really giant dragons willing to accept them as dogs, that would not be a bad idea?

Even Chief Hogg didn't feel anything wrong. If you didn't become a dog to the dragon before, you wouldn't have a chance. After you become the dragon's dog, the dragon eats meat, so they can chew two more bones, right?

But old Sack was furious.

"You fart!"

It stared at old Torres, raised its cane, and roared at the top of its lungs: "Torris! Tell me! Who the hell keeps telling me that the traditions of the gnolls are bullshit!"

"Who the hell keeps saying that we should let jackals live in the sunshine without having to be dogs for any being!"

"Tell me! Tell me the hell who said these things!"

"it's me."

Old Torres looked at the old priest calmly and answered softly.

"That's what I said."
Chapter completed!