Chapter 86 The Great Adventure of Claw

When Groblerburg was still carrying out a large-scale campaign to popularize the law, as Split Intestine said, a saber-toothed tiger named Claw led his people who were willing to follow him to the vast plains of Nagrand, and after proclaiming himself Chief of the Bladethroat, he was ready to take his people back to their old business.

Speaking of this Claw, he is not an ordinary person. He is notorious on the road near the Bladethroat.

Long ago, when Nergo had no idea about the Bladethroat, he had already made a great reputation here, leading the people to launch raids and ambushes on travelers and caravans passing by along the way.

But now that their old nest has been destroyed, these saber-toothed tigers are like rootless duckweed, going wherever they go, and going straight along the road.

This walk took three whole days.

During these three days, they were like locusts, eating wherever they went, and from the initial desire to find a village to rob and do a job, they were happy to have a target.

But even so, they had never seen any traces of active intelligent races. They seemed to have been forgotten and had to survive in the wilderness for three days.

When they were thirsty, they drank river water, and when they were hungry, they killed wild animals.

That was really the case. They met more wild animals than people.

"Chief, three more compatriots ran away today."

In their temporary residence, a large number of saber-toothed tigers leaned against trees or rocks with their heads down, and some even disappeared in the grassland when no one noticed, and no one knew where they ran to.

Claw fiddled with the eye patch covering his blind eyes and snorted coldly, "Where are we now? Where are the people sent out to find the way? Haven't they come back yet?"

Faced with one question after another, he couldn't answer anything and could only respond hesitantly.

Claw also knew that he didn't know the situation, so what could these guys know? As for those who were sent out to find the way, they might have all run away.

When will this day end!

Claw looked up at the sky, and in his heart, he didn't know which god or ancestor he was praying to.

Maybe his prayers worked, or maybe the tribesmen who followed him were loyal enough, after a while one of them actually came back.

"Yes! Yes!" He shouted as soon as he came back.

Claw immediately stood up and asked excitedly: "What? Is it a person? Where? How many?"

It can be seen that this is an old bandit, and he has not forgotten to carry out some financial projects even in this mess.

"There are ogres!" Unexpectedly, this guy not only cried, but also said something shocking, "The ogre slave-hunting team is here! There are quite a few people, run!"

Damn, too much!

Claw roared loudly, and with a wave of his claws, he threw the half-eaten calf aside.

"The orcs robbed my home, and the ogres also want my people. What do they think of us? Livestock that can be eaten and killed as they please?"

The startled saber-toothed tiger people gathered together, looking at each other, and they all wanted to run away.

Some people even thought that it would be better for them to run away early.

The atmosphere was a little wrong. Everyone was terrified when they saw him like this, afraid that he would get angry and want to fight with them.

At that time, Li Claw might have to "commit suicide".

"Why are you still standing there? Run!" Li Claw spit. He was not stupid. The Ogre Slave Hunting Team was not easy to provoke, not to mention that they were now in a state of remnant and defeat.

He wanted to leave the slave hunting team's activity area quickly.

He thought that this time they would be safe.

But how could things go as they wished?

The Ogre Slave Hunting Team had already discovered them when the scouting Saber Tiger Man passed by, and the power of magic had already made them nowhere to hide.

"Slaves, you can't run away!" The ogre mage, who was taller than the orcs and the saber-toothed tigers, just waved his staff, and the originally flat grassland turned into a quagmire that was difficult to cross. He just shouted loudly, and countless stones knocked down the tribesmen who wanted to fight back.

Claw's heart was filled with anger, but it was useless. His shouting became the object of ridicule by the ogres.

"What a lively little guy." The leading ogre mage said: "Take them back. This time, crazy Jon will definitely give me a lot of gold."

"It's not easy to catch so many saber-toothed tigers in the past." The ogre beside him threw a lasso into the crowd and pulled up the struggling saber-toothed tigers, knocked them unconscious, and tied them together.

Claw was angry and hateful. When the ogre turned his eyes to him and wanted to knock him unconscious, he shouted loudly: "I have important news!"

"Important news?" The ogre mage hesitated for a moment.

"You only have one chance to speak." He said, "If you can't convince us, you will become a slave like them."

The words of the ogre were immediately responded to by Claw.

"The orcs of the Warsong Clan have occupied the Maw of the Bladefang. Their next target is likely to be the Ring of Trials!"

?

This is big news. Could it be that Hellscream is going to start his great plunder again?

Can't this damn Scourge of Nagrand be honest for a few days?

"Why did you tie up our guests?" The ogre mage suddenly scolded the ogre beside him, "Quickly loosen it, what are you doing?"

"Oh oh." The ogre suddenly seemed to understand something and immediately untied the rope on Claw.

"What news do you have about the orcs?" The ogre mage patted the dust off Claw and asked with a smile, highlighting the courtesy of a worthy officer.

How should Claw answer this?

He couldn't say that when the orcs came, we just gave up and surrendered, and I led the others to sneak away, right?

He was sure that if he really said that, this polite ogre magician would instantly turn into a ruthless slave trader, knock him out with a stick and throw him into the arena.

Even worse, he took his claws as a talisman. These ogres could do anything.

In this case, he could only guess and make up nonsense.

Maybe the crisis stimulated his potential.

It just so happened that at this time, he was still good at making up stories, and he was fooled by the two ogres.

So the situation became weird.

The ogre slave-hunting team was causing trouble for the Saber-fanged Tigers.

The leader of the Saber-fanged Tigers and the leader of the ogre slave-hunting team had a good chat.

The two groups of people were doing their own things and didn't disturb each other.

Claw breathed a sigh of relief. At least now, his life was saved.

Anyway, the ogre needed his fabricated intelligence at this time, and he didn't care about the saber-toothed tigers who followed him.

Whether they became slave gladiators or had their claws cut off and made into lucky charms, it was their fate.

They couldn't be saved.