"So, if these idiots were a little bolder, they might have caused heavy losses to the Centaur tribe, but these idiots missed this opportunity." Mashar suppressed his anger.

This time, in addition to snatching food, the coalition forces wanted to severely damage the Centaur tribe, so that these Centaur tribes would not be able to get up for at least twenty years.

However, the opportunity was obviously missed!

The coalition forces on our side retreated, and the other side also retreated. This war is over.

Although he was unwilling to do so.

But it is also clear that the coalition forces are gathered together because of food. He is only a nominal governor and it is difficult to restrain these chiefs.

"Maybe, I'm wrong!"

"I thought that after this victory, we could turn the wartime alliance system into a true tribal alliance, uniformly deploy troops, stabilize the tribal alliance, and make the wild boars great again."

"It seems that I have overthought it. No one is willing to let the tribal alliance restrain them, let alone let me sit on their heads." Mashabi has always wanted to establish a wild boar tribal alliance.

He knew how great his ancestors were, but today, thousands of years later, the wild boar people had fallen into this situation.

None of the six major kingdoms of the orcs was founded by the wild boars.

So he wanted to create a quilboar tribal alliance, and then slowly develop and become stronger, becoming the seventh kingdom of the orcs.

A kingdom dominated by quilboars.

But now it seems that he has gone too far.

There is no way to conquer these stupid and cowardly people with wisdom.

Perhaps the two high priests were right when they said that power was subject to force.

Alliance is the choice of the weak. He needs force to achieve his goals.

"Mashaal thanks the seven chiefs for not leaving. To express his gratitude, in terms of supplies, Hunter, you are responsible for allocating 10% more for each chief."

Machar looked down at the seven chiefs who had not left and said.

These seven chiefs have a good relationship with him. At least they didn't leave this time, which can be regarded as giving him a lot of face.

It's time to reward some materials.

"Yes!" Hunter nodded.

…

"Thank you, Overseer, for the reward!"

The seven chiefs looked respectful, and the reward of 10% was definitely generous enough.

As for why they did not follow the crowd, it was because they all had business dealings with the Gray Sand Tribe of Mashar, and more importantly, they were not far from the Gray Sand Tribe.

If Machar really angers them and attacks them, they will be doomed.

"In addition, since the coalition forces have dispersed, everyone should prepare to withdraw!"

…

Soon the next day came.

There was a long queue waiting at the entrance of the Storm Tribe camp.

There were quilboar children, women, old men, and young and strong warriors inside.

Gangbi is recording the age, family, origin, name, and even skills of each wild boar who is willing to join the tribe.

Yesterday, more than 3,400 quilboars joined the Stormwind Tribe, and there may be even more today.

When I first started recording, I was a little impatient.

Too much!

More than 3,400 people joined yesterday, and he and Warwick discussed stopping the reception.

But it was clear that he and Warwick did not reach a consensus.

He went to see Cardin.

However, Cardin just smiled and told him that as long as there were no more than 10,000 people, there was no need to worry.

This makes Gangbi very helpless. Is the current Storm Tribe really capable of supporting so many people?

So I am very worried!

On the other hand, Warwick, who was looking at the population, was very excited.

Suddenly, when I was just taking notes, I frowned and started to look through the records on the previous pages.

"Warwick, come here!"

After hearing this, Warwick walked over, looked at Gangbi who looked unhappy, and asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"See for yourself, they come from the same tribe, the nearly 900 wild boar people of the Kalai tribe. This tribe has not been attacked by the kobolds. They should not become victims of the disaster." Gangbi glanced at the long queue in front of him.

Looked at Warwick again.

"What's this? Kalai is a small tribe with a total of more than a thousand people. Even if it wasn't attacked, food would have been running out. We sent people to notify them, and they naturally came after hearing the news!" Warri

Ke shook his head, thinking that this was not a big deal.

All tribes in the wilderness are suffering from famines of varying degrees due to food problems. Except for the large tribes who still have food to sustain their people, many small and medium-sized tribes have been forced to leave the tribe and make a living outside the tribe.

According to the information he received at the canyon camp, the number of wild boar attacks on caravans has increased sharply this month.

Therefore, as soon as the Wild Boars from the Stormwind Tribe arrived at these small tribes, or any bandit group heard about it, they came immediately.

Therefore, many groups emerged, and they all came from the same place.

"Is there really no problem with this?" Gangbi was very worried. The Stormwind Tribe was finally on the right track, but the leader brought a foreign race like Warwick to do something that might cause the tribe to fall apart.

"Don't worry, the limit is 10,000. Besides, these wild boar people are all old people, children and women. There are very few warriors, and all of them are sallow and thin. Not only do they not dare to make trouble, but they dare to make trouble, a large group of soldiers can defeat them."

them."

"Besides, the food is in our hands. Anyone who wants to get food must listen to us, otherwise they will die or get out of the tribe."

"Don't worry, these people will be the foundation of the Storm Tribe in the future. The large number of children here means a large number of soldiers, a large number of women and children, and it also means that the first generation of Storm will be born next year, with more than a thousand people."

"These quilboar are the future of the Stormwind Tribe."

"As long as Iron Fang is defeated, the Stormwind Tribe will become very stable."

"The population is a burden now, but it is also a strength. Of the 20,000 wild boar tribes, in this wilderness, no more than ten tribes would dare to provoke the storm." Warwick said.

In fact, he understood Gangbi's mentality. A wild boar man who lost his tribe would naturally cherish his tribe, Baofeng, and this family when he regained his tribe.

Therefore, the Storm Tribe is not willing to take any risks.

This is one of the reasons why he is willing to speak sincerely. Another reason is that his leader Cardin values ​​Gangfa very much because he is a wild boar.

As for Warwick, as long as there are not a large number of dwarves in the Storm Tribe, Cardin may always be wary of him.

Gangpia shook his head. He couldn't tell Warwick, and he didn't know whether Warwick's words made sense.

He just felt it was too dangerous.

Will this anger all the nearby tribes and attack Storm together?

"Go on, we're still far short of 10,000 people!" Warwick patted Gangfa's shoulder.

Gangpiao sighed, sat down and let the guards continue to release the people one by one.

…

at the same time!

Three hundred miles northwest of the wasteland, there is a tribe of a thousand people.

A march of more than 4,000 wild boar warriors appeared outside the thousand-man tribe camp.

Looking at this desolate camp, with its broken camp gate, there are no guards, and there is not even a wild boar figure at the gate of the camp.

At the front of this marching team, there is a group of chiefs riding war pigs, about twenty people. These are chiefs who have just withdrawn from the northwest Loya region.

They are all chiefs of the quilboar tribe in the southern wasteland.

The reason why they marched together was because there were more than a thousand elk carriages between the teams. The wooden carriages pulled by these elk were all the food they had robbed from the centaurs during their more than a month's campaign.

If they didn't march together, they probably wouldn't be able to reach the southern part of the wasteland, and all kinds of thieves who would target them along the way would be able to rob them of all their food.

A wild boar chief turned pale, quickly got off a fierce and powerful war pig, and ran towards the camp.
Chapter completed!