Chapter 118 Gnolls Ge'o

Traveling on the road with occasional stops, sometimes having to deal with some low-level gnoll raiders.

These semi-intelligent creatures are generally scattered in various regions, making communication difficult. They lack a self-sufficient system and need to constantly go out to forage and plunder resources from other races, even including humans.

Encountering several Goblin corpses along the way, their flesh already gnawed upon. A group of gnolls were feasting on the bodies, including some human corpses.

The guards pressed forward, first using bows, arrows, and magic, then closing in when the distance was right. They used a well-organized war formation to keep the gnolls at bay, with one responsible for attacking, one for defense, and one as a backup support.

The perfect three-to-three attack formation, shining brightly in orc wars

Calia waved her staff excitedly, using holy light to heal the wounded. An adventurous outing was a rare treat for her, something she had longed for, and now it was right before her; how could she not be excited?

Arthas, however, noticed something amiss. These were all shipwrecked crew members, which meant they were being hunted down. What could be so valuable that gnolls were chasing them? "Leave one alive."

Arthas didn't need to intervene in this level of battle he simply waited for the guards to finish off the few remaining gnolls.

Facing the barely conscious gnolls, Arthas, to the surprise of Calia and the gnolls, spoke to them in their language, "What happened here?"

The captured gnolls almost fainted from shock, not understanding why they were being attacked. "We were foraging."

"Where did the rest of the Goblins go?" Arthas continued to inquire.

"They were taken to our lair," the gnolls said, looking at Arthas with fear in their eyes, puzzled as to why he spoke their language.

However, the holy light emanating from him made them feel a hint of fear, and his gentle healing of their wounds added to their confusion.

"I can give you a chance to live, even make you the leader of your tribe. But, are you worth my investment?" Arthas looked at the gnolls playfully, setting his sights on them. With the limited human population, he would need talents from various backgrounds for his future plans. Gnolls might be a good addition to his forces, as every intelligent race could cooperate.

Of course, cooperation must be based on equal strength. Arthas had no intention of enslaving these gnolls, but rather to maintain a facade of control. Complete control was no different from enslavement, and presenting things in a positive light would prevent any resistance.

Arthas was all too familiar with this approach; wasn't this how he was treated before he crossed over?

Employers painting a rosy picture, extolling the benefits to deceive employees into working tirelessly, knowing they were being deceived but still clinging to hope.

Sweet words are always more appealing than harsh ones the power of capital to brainwash is formidable.

"Who are you? How do I know you won't deceive me?" The gnolls' eyes darted around, showing they were not foolish, yet not particularly clever either.

"I am the Prince of Lordaeron. Deceive you? Hmph, what do you have that's worth deceiving you for? I can make sure human soldiers won't attack you, provide you with some food, and even offer education to your tribe. Gnolls spellcasters, as the leaders of this tribe, can dominate other tribes and become the king of the gnolls!" Arthas fed them motivational words, presenting unique opportunities.

To suggest teaching gnolls magic would be an insult to the very essence of magic.

Are gnolls weak?

Not at all.

There are even gnolls on Dragon Islands, existing since ancient times.

Compared to these races, human history is relatively short.

Yes, if we count the history of the Vrykul, then it is indeed long.

Arthas remembered the gnolls outside Stormwind, who once forced Stormwind to seek help from the Alliance.

Their strength was undeniable if the threat became severe, the nobles' pride often outweighed their lives!

Not to mention how many newcomers were trained by Hogger, the gnoll leader in Elwynn Forest.

Gnolls were indeed not weak; no race is weak, it's all about how they are utilized.

Relying solely on humans, if the entire Alliance followed his orders, perhaps they could stand a chance in battle.

However, Arthas had no interest in a fragmented and scheming Alliance.

The reason the king of the alliance can listen to Sir Lothar's advice is because he is a descendant of the human empire's emperor. If Lordaeron were to dominate, the other kingdoms would not agree.

Who knows if they might secretly plot to take over themselves?

It's important to be cautious of others, but it's acceptable to have malicious intentions.

"His Royal Highness Prince?" The gnolls were somewhat surprised, having heard of him before.

"How can I assist you?"

Just as Arthas was about to respond, he heard the system's prompt.

"Ding, triggering mission, Outsider Fanatic."

"Outsider Fanatic: After hearing your advice, Geopriest, the gnoll, is very intrigued. Use absolute power and wisdom to make it submit! Objective: Help Geopriest become the chieftain of the Grayfang tribe. Mission reward: Geopriest transforms into a fanatic follower."

"Fanatic Follower: Adores you immensely, will not rebel, and will steadfastly carry out your commands.

Within your territory, they can provide three times the devout faith and can strengthen believers by spending faith points."

A gnoll becoming his fanatic follower?

Arthas squinted, his right hand resting on the hilt of his sword. He might need some assistance, even if it's through intimidation.

The benefits brought by a fanatic follower are extremely high, even exaggerated.

The Scourge Legion's ability to sweep through the Lordaeron Alliance is not solely reliant on the vast skeleton and ghoul tactics.

It relies on the fanatical followers within the cult, who gather intelligence in human guise, provide feedback to the Lich King, and then devise corresponding strategies.

Capturing supply points, contaminating grain, turning soldiers into undead by feeding them plague-infested grain, and so on.

"Hehe, I will help you become the chieftain of your tribe. Alright, for now, wait a while." Arthas called for Emeriss, who had just finished a battle last night, to come and assist today. It all seemed a bit too convenient.

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