The Ominous Lord of the Skaven

Chapter 117 The Tribe's Reflection

Unlike the singing and dancing in Windsor, which was a thriving scene, the defeated wolf man's mood has sunk to the bottom.

It was the night that Ikett led the mouse to kill the stripping tribe.

"Not good! Chief!"

A tribal warrior rushed into the camp in a hurry.

The great shaman of Samir is holding daily evening meetings with representatives of various tribes to discuss the military preparations of each tribe.

At such a solemn moment, the Horde Warrior ran straight in.

"Momoer, what's the matter? What happened?"

Samir suddenly stood up from the cushion and asked.

Gnoll warrior Mo Moer swallowed his saliva and replied after a while:
"The skinning tribe is on fire!"

"what?!"

The representative of the Peeling Tribe said in surprise, and then quickly ran out of the camp.

Samir and others had no choice but to follow him out.

From the side of the high ground, it could be clearly seen that bright flames were ignited in the direction of the Skinned Tribe, and the sharp-eyed warriors could vaguely see some desperate figures.

The representative of the Stripping tribe fell to his knees immediately.

That's the tribe that gave birth to him and raised him!

Bemke clenched his fists. Judging from the estimated combat effectiveness of Samir's great shaman, his Stripping Tribe may have already...
At this time, he regretted extremely, why he took over the job of this representative, which made him unable to contribute when the tribe was facing a crisis.

But it was too late to say anything at this time. Beckham quickly sorted out his mood, picked up the leather bag to fill it with water, and naturally put the cloth bag on his shoulders.

"Are you going back there, Bemke."

Samir's old voice came from behind. Although the representatives of the other tribes were glad that it was not their own tribe that was injured, they also expressed sympathy for Bemke's experience.

It's just that it's impossible for them to send troops. Although the fire can be seen, rushing there is not as simple as it seems.

If you want to entangle the tribes of all parties to attack together, it will take a whole day just to assemble.

And let the Bite Tribe attack alone, presumably they will not agree.

So all Bemke could do was to rush back to the tribe as fast as he could.

Cracks have appeared between the originally tight tribes.

Everyone present is waiting for Samir's decision.

Everyone knows that if their own tribe suffers, and the tribes unite without sending troops, it will not be convincing to everyone.

Samir himself was under enormous pressure.

What a poisonous plan, it not only destroyed the stripping tribe, but also created a gap within the tribal union.

By now, Samir had to make a statement.

"fennel!"

Samir shouted, and the horned demon pig with black mane jumped out of the circle.

Samir turned over and sat firmly on the horned demon pig's back.

"Warriors of the tribe, why would I stand here and watch when my fellow tribe is under attack?"

Samir held up the dead wood staff, although the main force was absent, the tribes were still biting the tribes and left behind some elite fighters.

There are about 50 people in number.

He planned to take these elite troops to attack, although it was just for show.

"Follow me! Warriors, go save the fellows of the Stripped Clan!"

"Roar!"

Under the mobilization of Samir, all the tribal warriors raised their battle axes and rushed towards the foot of the mountain.

Bemke also left a moving stream of water for this. He did not expect that the tribe's first alliance was for the skinning tribe.

But they are doomed to do futile work.

From the top of the mountain, it often takes several hours to trek to the place that is close at hand.

The tribal warriors who were belatedly arrived at the scene when it was daylight.

The scorched boulder, the village reduced to ashes, everything seemed to be mocking the incompetence of the wolf man.

Next to the village, Bemke found Gump dying.

Gamp, who witnessed the tribe's annihilation by himself, was insane at this time and became a fool.

"Gamp? Why are you here? Didn't you get caught?"

Bemke picked up Gamp and asked, and Samir also released a healing spell for him at the right time.

Only then did Gamp tell the whole story of the incident in detail.

"You idiot! The scum of the wolf man!"

Bemke couldn't hold back when he heard that Gamp ate his friends and killed his father and the tribe.

He drew the long knife that the Warchief Stripper had given him.

"Go to hell! You bastard!"

Gamp, who was finally rescued by the healing technique, was hacked to death on the ground.

Even though the culprit was dead, Bemke fell to his knees.

The tribal people present all acquiesced to his actions, and any tribal warrior would deal with the traitor so resolutely.

"How? Can you trace the scent of those people?"

Seeing how bad the situation was, Samir raised his face and asked a wolf man from the Stoneskin tribe.

"No way, big shaman! Those rats can't smell the smell at all, they can only trace the bloody smell of our own people."

"The taste of your own family is also fine."

Samir was helpless, and now he could only trust the judgment of the soldiers.

"Go, go after them!"

"Yes, Great Shaman!"

The jackals first followed the smell of blood to the tribal warehouse.

This place has been looted.

"How can this be a human lord! This is simply a robber!"

A tribal warrior said angrily. Obviously, they subconsciously ignored when they robbed others.

"The human lords are all robbers."

Samir added on the sidelines.

"As long as those high-ranking humans are more normal, they will only do things that can benefit them, and anything!

As long as the price is right, you can let them sell the country! "

Samir said disdainfully, if it wasn't for that man among the humans, how could the orcs have been defeated in the Great Northern War?
The victory or defeat of the war has nothing to do with the magic gun. It is just that the human beings united with great difficulty blocked the internal division for the first time.

This drove the orcs to another world, and since then most of the orcs have been devastated.

But as Samir recalled the glorious past, he was interrupted by a report from a tribal warrior.

"Great Shaman! We found orderly footprints!"

"Where is it! Take me to see it!"

Bemke took the initiative to ask for Ying, and at this time hatred had blinded his eyes.

He quickly deduced from the footprints that these humans had gone to the mine.

He gritted his teeth. Although the mine was the property of the tribe, he could only lead the warriors there.

Unfortunately, he was late again.

There was nothing left in the mine except for the corpse of the wolf man.

Even Samir had to admit that the mobility of these humans plus the Ratmen was very high.

"Great shaman, what should we do now?"

"That's right, great shaman, if they continue to kill our tribe, what should we do?"

The subordinates asked one after another, the current wolves have lost confidence in being able to deal with humans and mice.

They can only pin their hopes on Samir.

Samir, who originally only planned to rely on decisive weapons, had to start thinking about more countermeasures.

(End of this chapter)