Green Monster Epic

Chapter 72: Seeking Another Way Out

"Saying it is easy, but in reality, how difficult it is to do. Just choosing a new place to develop requires too much consideration."

After wandering around outside and feeling that he had a certain understanding of tribal development, and with Shuangguan's thinking on this aspect never ceasing along the way, Allen was actually filled with regret at abandoning the treasure land of Green Lake from the bottom of his heart.

Although the wilderness is not short of rain, with basic guarantees of two heavy rains each month, as long as it is slightly collected, the daily needs of an average tribe or family can be met. However, the real water source brings not only drinking water, but also a rich source of food. The wild beasts that come to fetch water, the fish that grow in the water source, and so on, are the foundation for the growth and development of the wilderness tribes.

"And as you said, there are still traces of tribal people living in our breached village, and I still want to bring them back to live together."

"Then you can bypass the gnoll tribe's territory in front and return to your tribal village, right?"

Jack said something shocking, and Allen was stunned for a moment, unable to find words to refute.

That's right, tribes are scarce in this wilderness, so there's really no need to pass through the gnoll territory. Why didn't I think of that? Oh, it turns out that the influence of the human caravan on Allen before made him forget that there were other roads to take.

"Before, when we followed the human caravan to Thorn Fort, their map marked several dangerous and powerful tribes, distributed around our territory!"

Allen took out the map copied from the Silver Flash Caravan, spread it on the ground, and carefully examined it, while not forgetting to explain the markings on it to Jack, who had come closer to watch.

"This is a gnoll tribe. According to the markings on the map, the population exceeds one hundred; this is…"

Jack stared at the map with a frown, feeling that the information above was completely different from what he had previously scouted. As a thief specializing in self-preservation, Jack's footwork was far superior to the gnoll Night. Bonecrusher, but the price was the loss of close combat ability. In just half a day of reconnaissance, Jack had walked through the surrounding dozens of miles with his outstanding footwork, but he had not found any signs of large tribes.

"This map doesn't seem accurate. According to you, the Torrent Bay River shouldn't be here, but should be more than a hundred miles to the east."

It wasn't that Jack hadn't been exposed to maps. Aspiring to be a guide and broker, he had spent a lot of effort learning these essential skills, and soon discovered a big loophole in the map.

"Really? But the human caravan came from their continent according to this map, so it shouldn't be wrong!"

Allen was a little skeptical, but the facts also made him unable to refute. He only had a smattering of knowledge about how to read a map, but he had been curious about the fact that Green Lake and Torrent Bay did not appear on this map. However, Philly did not deceive Allen, and explained to him that this map was purchased from others, and it was said that it had a long history, so some discrepancies were normal.

"I think this map is not accurate at all, or rather, the geographical coordinates and tribes that the person who made this map saw in the first place have already undergone various changes with the passage of time. Anyway, I walked around before, and there were very few traces of other tribes besides the traces left by you hobgoblins and gnolls."

Jack didn't insist, but repeatedly emphasized what he had scouted.

Hearing this, Allen frowned and pondered for a long time, then suddenly raised his head and looked at Jack.

"Jack, I want to hire you again to help me find a route that can safely bypass the gnoll tribe's territory."

At this time, Allen regretted giving the reward to Jack too early, and said to Jack with some trepidation.

"That's no problem, but I need some time. Judging from today's situation, you're probably going to camp here, so I'll just take advantage of the evening to help you find the way out."

Jack nodded and agreed without hesitation. Naturally, there was the lure of money, the confidence in his own pathfinding and self-preservation, and a kind of empathy from his bloodline for the same race that he himself would not admit.

"Jack, don't worry, as long as you can help us find a safe way home, all the gold coins in this purse are yours."

Allen didn't count how much money was in the purse, but just held it in the air and shook it, the clear clinking sound of gold and silver coins made Jack's eyes light up.

"Just wait for my good news!"

Jack patted his chest with confidence, then stopped staying and ran back the way he came without looking back while the sun was still hanging on the western horizon.

Allen's eyes never left Jack's receding figure until his figure disappeared, then he slumped back again. After taking a deep breath, Allen raised his head again, but with a bright smile on his face, patted the shoulder of the Flower Snake beside him, and said a heroic sentence, which made everyone's mood a lot better.

"Let's set up camp first, and let the humans bring out the bucket of honey from the cart tonight, and have some honey-glazed barbecue to reward everyone for their hard work along the way."

"Wow! !"

"Yeah! !"

With the bait of food, most of the depressed atmosphere dissipated, and the simple-minded people quickly threw the bad news brought by Jack behind them, and focused on working hard to wait for the feast in the evening. Seeing everyone's carefree appearance, Allen felt a little funny in his heart. It seemed that he had too high expectations for this group of people. They may be a little sad in their hearts, but life in the wilderness has always been unpredictable, coupled with a goblin tradition that does not have much sense of belonging, the feeling of sadness is enough for the hobgoblins to exist for a while.

In the evening, a honey-glazed barbecue made by human slaves immediately put a smile on everyone's faces in the temporary camp.

Only Philly, the well-informed slave, ate the sweet barbecue without tasting any flavor in his mouth, and he was full of ominous premonitions about the future. When Allen and Jack were communicating, Philly, as Allen's follower, was not dismissed by Allen, so Philly was also aware of the news that Allen's tribe's lair had been breached.

Following Allen all the way, Philly had changed his view of Allen, the hobgoblin leader. At least the other party's wisdom was not like a wilderness native, without the cruel, merciless, and cannibalistic appearance described in the books. Instead, what was revealed more to Philly was a curious child who was eager to learn and had countless questions. It was with this understanding that he had gone from resistance at the beginning to now having a little hope for the future life, which made his heart of escape a little shaken.

But now it seems that these hobgoblins themselves are also in dire straits, so it seems that he should also make plans early and prepare a mount for the next escape.

Nibbling on the sweet food that he hadn't enjoyed for a long time, Philly's eyes rolled around, and he kept drifting towards the human slaves in the crowd, and he had other plans in his heart.