Green Monster Epic

Chapter 13: Negotiation

Alan slowly pondered in his mind. In any case, the battle between humans and gnolls wouldn't end anytime soon, giving him plenty of time to carefully weigh the gains and losses. At the same time, he didn't forget to glance at the intense battle in the distance, paying attention to the results and situation of both sides.

"No, either you pay the price of another carriage, or you equip each of the people following me from the village with a piece of iron weapon. Of course, the two sets of chainmail you promised remain unchanged."

In the midst of the slaughter, humans gradually gained control of the situation. Although Regis couldn't use his Rage skill temporarily, his pure warrior level of 9 had given him an advantage in physical fitness. Furthermore, the comprehensive skill system of human warriors allowed him to deal with a savage gnoll with ease.

Although the gnoll, Manclaw, who had just seized the position of chieftain of the Bonefire Tribe, was young and vigorous, his crude combat skills and clumsy agility made him easily suppressed by Regis in the slaughter. Given enough time, Regis could slowly play him to death.

"That's impossible!!"

Philly was shocked and angry. This was simply a blatant extortion. After Alan snatched the only supply carriage from their caravan, the remaining nine carriages were almost entirely filled with various valuable goods they had purchased from the Rose Principality. Losing any one of them would be a loss far greater than that of the previous carriage.

"Respected Chieftain, you see, most of the goods we transport are perfumes, jewelry, and crafts favored by elves, which are of little use to you. As for the weapons you need, you also know that if we estimate the quantity based on the number of people you have now, our caravan simply doesn't have that many weapons, right?"

Philly reasoned with Alan realistically. Listening to him, Alan, who was originally secretly rejoicing that he had brought most of the tribe's population out, leaving only two or three old people to take care of the young children in the tribe, now frowned and secretly agreed with the other party's explanation.

Alan's own cave was filled with a large number of useless items, including shiny jewels, gold, and silver, as well as some ceramics and wooden crafts, which had already become moldy and deteriorated, but the former chieftain, Clawsplit, didn't care for them at all. After inheriting the other party's inheritance, he sorted out the relatively well-preserved items and categorized them in the cave, and was still thinking about how to deal with these things.

Dreams are a silent movie. Although they broadened Alan's horizons and opened his mind, it was somewhat difficult to solve the problems that occurred in the tribe with this.

"...Then you must at least offer enough compensation to show Alan your sincerity."

As his mind raced, Alan had a vague idea. Perhaps their Greenwild Tribe could take this opportunity to gain other benefits.

Although he had an idea, Alan didn't immediately blurt it out. Instead, he continued to sit firmly on the Diaoyutai, staring at Philly in front of him, watching silently to see what other bargaining chips the other party could offer.

The battle behind him with the gnolls had already revealed a glimmer of victory, but Philly didn't feel happy because of it. Even if they defeated the gnolls now, there was still a team of hobgoblins eyeing them covetously. This was an obstacle that couldn't be bypassed.

"I...I will offer the chieftain 10 more longswords and a horn bow, how about that?"

Philly gave Alan a reply with a bitter face and with great difficulty.

"Okay, but I also have a condition."

When Philly thought that Alan might still insist a little, he didn't expect that this hairy, green-skinned hobgoblin would agree in one go. The crisp and neat voice almost made Philly unable to react.

"I wonder, respected Chieftain, what are your conditions?"

Philly tried to make his expression natural and amiable.

"Your warriors need to accompany us to kill the cruel Bonefire Tribe and occupy their territory! As long as you agree to this condition, I will guarantee the safety of your caravan until you leave my tribe's territory."

The conditions Alan put forward made Philly, the manager of the human caravan who seemed to respect and fawn on him, put away his inner contempt for the hobgoblins. As if seeing an incredible thing, Philly's brain spun rapidly, and soon he made a decision.

An intelligent and wise hobgoblin chieftain, facing this situation, was not only not blinded by profit, but also made a decision that would cause great short-term losses but would be of great help to the hobgoblin tribe in the long run. This made Philly look at this hobgoblin chieftain in a new light.

The arrival of the hobgoblin team brought great deterrence to both the fighting human mercenary team and the gnoll team. When he saw the employer, Philly, taking the initiative to step forward to stop the hobgoblin and negotiate with him, Regis couldn't help but increase the strength of his attacks, while issuing instructions to his companions, thinking about quickly ending the battle and completely defeating the gnolls. On the gnoll side, Manclaw, who had been following and chasing the huge caravan with his warriors, naively believed that the final victor would still belong to the great himself, but at this time, his long-time loser emerged. Manclaw, who only had blood courage but lacked wisdom, would never be willing in his heart!!

Heaven is still fair. While giving the gnolls greater individual strength, it also made their average intelligence weaker. Losing the relatively intelligent former chieftain, Fangtooth, and being led by the seemingly stronger Manclaw, the style of the entire tribe's warriors became more fierce and brave, and even more ignorant of advance and retreat. Gnolls, who are almost one-track-minded and don't have outstanding reproductive abilities, can occupy a place in the Mansa Wilderness because of their martial courage and ferocity.