"Everyone, get up, get up." Seeing how miserable they looked, Gavin couldn't bear to torment them anymore. "Thank you, Master Wang." Goss said hurriedly, "What orders do you have, Master Gao?" "You can just call me Sir." Gavin pondered for a moment and said, "Send someone to collect some firewood. We'll cook first. After the meal, we'll talk about other things." This was a delaying tactic. The opponent surrendered so quickly that Gavin's original plan was completely disrupted and needed to be reworked to ease the atmosphere on both sides. At least give him some time to understand the situation in the black well. "Go collect firewood!" Goss waved his hand, and the kobolds dispersed, followed by the sound of barking all over the mountains and plains. Seeing this situation, Gavin immediately regretted it. Could this be the opponent's delaying strategy? After these kobolds ran away, they never came back. Gavin kept his expression on his face and set up two large hanging pots by the river step by step. After adding water, he put all kinds of vegetables and meat in them, sprinkled a handful of salt, lit the fire and started cooking. Most of the kobolds in this group of kobolds might have just turned around and dispersed when they saw that the momentum was not good. Even their leader did not intend to care about them. Surviving each other has always been the only magic weapon for the survival and continuation of their race.
Those young kobolds obviously haven't passed on this experience yet. They very obediently collected the firewood around them and sent it back in a hurry. They went back and forth and worked very hard, even their leader Goss. I winked at them so energetically that I didn't even notice. Especially when the pot was boiled and the aroma started to waft out, I became even more energetic. The adult kobolds who were working hard in the distance couldn't bear the smell of the fragrance. They evadedly held a bundle of dry firewood, tentatively came back, and started adding firewood to the bottom of the two pots. Seeing that his food strategy had achieved extraordinary results, Gavin was no longer in a hurry to talk about things. He stirred the two large pots more vigorously. In order to increase the aroma, he grabbed two more handfuls of spices from the carriage and threw them in. The smell came up with a buzz and floated several meters out of the sky with the wind. Gavin felt a little hungry when he smelled it, not to mention the hungry and full kobolds. The goblin warlock Vic was guarding a large pot, his mouth watering with greed, and he refused to move a step. Vic has made rapid progress in other aspects, but in this aspect of eating, he still hasn't improved at all - it can't be said that he doesn't eat at all, at least he doesn't eat bones anymore. Both of these are large hanging pots used for cooking for caravans. They are half a meter deep and one meter in diameter. They can hold hundreds of kilograms of water and food. Naturally, they are quite laborious to cook, taking at least two or three hours. These two or three hours were simply torture for those kobolds. Don't run away. I don’t know what fate I will face next. Escape. Reluctantly, the tangy aroma further aggravated their hunger. "dinner time!" Gavin shouted. Hooray. Those kobolds, young and old, all jumped back, and their numbers changed. Gavin clearly remembered that there were only thirty-four kobolds kneeling with Goss, and now there were fifty-three here waiting for the meal. Gavin didn't say anything, he just smiled meaningfully at Goss who was not far away. This smile made Gos feel numb all over and itchy the back of his head. He cursed in his heart that his people were not living up to expectations and could not resist the temptation of a meal.
But the problem is, it smells so good. He has lived for almost fifteen years and has never smelled such delicious food. "Line up, no grabbing!" Gavin shouted loudly, knocking on the hanging pot. Gavin originally thought that these kobolds had no concept of queuing, but he never thought that he just shouted, and the kobolds seemed to understand, and in the blink of an eye they turned into a long queue, obviously in order of eldest and youngest, but with the respect of the elders, The order of the young is different. In this order, the young and the strong come first, followed by the young and old. In their eyes, ensuring the survival of the race always comes first, and surviving young and strong until the end is the best choice. Gavin did not correct their thoughts for the time being. As long as there was no mess of dogs fighting for food, he would be satisfied. As the wooden bowls were divided, the population of the entire Black Well tribe was basically counted. It was not fifty-three, but fifty-seven. Some of them were more tolerant. They endured the first round, but failed to endure the second. Turn around and quietly join the food sharing team. The two hanging pots were divided for five rounds before they were finished. This group of kobolds looked just like Vic when they were eating. They left holding the bowl with their front legs, raised their heads with their hind legs, and poured the food into their stomachs. Even if it was hot and barking, they still drank vigorously. It’s not just one or two, but one counts as one, and they all have this virtue. Before the first lap was finished, the one at the beginning was already carrying the bowl and running to the end of the line. For those who were being clever and lost their wooden bowls, Gavin would not give them any more food. It was not until he desperately picked up his wooden bowl that he got the second portion of food. With frequent memory mining, Gavin's memory has improved astonishingly. These kobolds all looked the same. Gavin only needed to look at them carefully for a few times to clearly remember them and distinguish them from a group of kobolds. Judging from their appearance, most of them were only half-full, and Gavin was not prepared to feed them all at once. This would be an effective means for him to control them in the early stage. There is a reason why those slave owners use this to control slaves. Although Gavin has no intention of becoming a slave owner, he can only use this despicable means to make do without enough prestige and trust in the early stage. After a meal, the distance between the two sides was somewhat shortened. At least this group of kobolds no longer tried to stay away from Gavin. At first, Gavin wanted to give an inspiring speech, but now he has completely given up the idea. Except for the kobold named Goss, the rest of the kobolds only know the simplest words in the common language, such as eating and drinking. Although I know a little bit of kobold language, I don’t want to give a speech with half of it being all barking. Let’s start with what I am best at. Let Anna and Vic stay and guard the carriage. Gavin took the warhorse out for a stroll. When he came back, there were two lean mountain goats on the horse’s back. This kind of sheep is a specialty of the mountains and has a special ability to fly over eaves and walls. The steep cliffs are where they escape. It is precisely because of this ability that they are still numerous even when surrounded by the starving group of kobolds and goblins, especially on the cliff in the east, where at least hundreds of them stayed, and there are probably more that were not discovered. Woof woof... Woof woof woof... Seeing the two mountain sheep that Gavin brought back, many kobolds drooled. They know how delicious this food is. In order to avoid hunters, they climb and jump on hillsides and cliffs all year round, so that they have little fat from top to bottom, all of which are chewy lean meat, especially the four hooves, which are unusually fat, and the climbing pads below are soft and fragrant.
They don't remember when they tasted this kind of food. It seems that before they separated, the cubs had no chance to eat this kind of food. "Where are they?" Gavin asked Anna in a low voice. The number of kobolds is sparse, and more than half of them are gone, and more than half of them are cubs.