The Romantic Life of a Goblin

Chapter 215: Challenging the Gnoll Hogg

Allen stared coldly at the hyena in front of him who was struggling desperately in the air with a terrified face, nodded slightly, and asked in a deep voice:

"Are you the leader here? Immediately order all your men to be quiet!"

This was the first time that the werewolf Hogg had come into such close contact with the poisonous bird, and the fear in his heart had reached its peak.

He even felt that his bladder was about to lose control and he might wet his pants at any time.

Faced with Alan's harsh questioning, it took Hogg a long time to react.

It was not until Allen repeated it twice that he nodded again and again as if waking up from a dream, indicating that he was willing to obey the order:

"Please... please be kind enough to let this terrible monster leave for a while. Otherwise, my men will not dare to come back!"

Obviously, at this moment Hogg has clearly realized that this seemingly inconspicuous little goblin in front of him actually possesses the ability to control such a powerful monster as the Poison Bird.

Therefore, he no longer dared to do anything disrespectful and his attitude became extremely respectful.

Seeing that Hogg had completely surrendered, Alan threw him heavily to the ground with just his hand.

Then, he jumped lightly from the back of the poisonous bird and waved at it, signaling it to leave first.

After receiving the order, the poisonous bird let out a low cry, flapped its wings and flew high, soon disappearing into the sky.

Hogg yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice seemed to break through the sky.

He waved his arms and shouted non-stop, and after a long time, he finally gathered back all the tribe members who had fled in all directions.

At this time, a group of jackals were looking timidly at the small figure standing in the center of the village - Goblin Allen.

Alan nodded slightly and said in a calm and majestic tone:

"I am the Sith Lord Darth Allen. I have previously sent scouts here to negotiate with you."

Hearing this, Hogg was stunned, with a hint of doubt on his face: "Aren't you the Goblin King?"

Allen raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why? Hasn't he been to your place?"

Hogg shook his head and replied:

"It did send a guy who called himself a Goblin Hero, but I defeated him. You... you are not the same as it?"

Speaking of this, Hogg suddenly remembered something.

Not long ago, a goblin scout came to them and boasted that their leader had successfully hunted down the dreaded Great Ferocious Jackal Dragon and the ferocious Thunder Dragon, and asked Hogg to lead the entire tribe to submit to him.

However, Hogg at the time thought that this was simply a fantasy. How could a goblin in the world be able to defeat such a powerful forest overlord?

Therefore, he didn't take it seriously at all. But now it seems that it is true. This seemingly insignificant little guy in front of him not only did it, but even tamed the terrifying poisonous bird!

Thinking of this, Hogg couldn't help but feel a deep awe for Allen.

Allen held the iron rod tightly with both hands and slammed it to the ground with force, making a dull sound. He stared at Hogg in front of him with a firm look and said loudly:

"Alright! We can talk about other things later. I am here today to challenge you.

As long as I defeat you, you will submit to me and become my subordinate from now on."

Hearing this, Hogg swallowed his saliva involuntarily and responded with a trembling voice:

"How can I possibly defeat the poisonous bird?"

Alan glanced at Hogg with disdain and said coldly:

"Don't worry, this is just a fight between you and me. I won't let the poisonous bird hurt you."

After hearing this, Hogg felt a little relieved, but he still couldn't help but think about it seriously.

The guy in front of me might be a beast tamer. If it weren't for the help of that ferocious monster, I might not necessarily lose to the opponent with my own strength.

After all, in terms of height, this little goblin was just taller than his waist.

However, when Hogg thought of the powerful magic that Alan had just cast, which could instantly imprison him in mid-air and make him unable to move, he couldn't help but back down.

After some struggle and hesitation, Hogg asked cautiously:

"Since we are competing for the position of leader, then... shouldn't we use magic? After all, we are not priests..."

Hearing this, Allen raised his lips slightly, revealing a confident smile, and replied:

"No problem, then let's just use force to determine who's better."

Hogg immediately became happy. If he won, the poisonous bird would be his. According to the rules of the gnolls, the winner owns everything of the loser. He never considered whether he could control that kind of monster.

When the gnolls, who had just recovered from their fright, heard that they were going to fight for the position of leader, they immediately formed a circle and started shouting and yelling wildly.

The group of gnolls, who had just gradually recovered from the thrilling and horrifying state of panic, excitedly gathered into a tight circle in an instant when they heard that a fierce battle for the leader was about to begin, and they bared their teeth, waved their claws, and roared and made a noise.

The noise was like the surging waves, rising and falling, deafening.

At this time, Hogg walked aside calmly and carefully groomed himself.

I saw him skillfully putting on the extremely tough leather armor, and repeatedly sharpening the shining iron axe in his hand until it was sharp enough to easily cut through steel.

After completing these preparations, Hogg strode confidently to the center of the venue, holding his head high and waving the axe in his hand proudly, as if he had already secured victory.

On the other side of the field, an old gnoll with a hunched body but sharp eyes like a hawk acted as the referee of the duel.

He solemnly announced the rules of the game to the two in a hoarse and low voice:

"Hogg, the brave leader of the River Claw gnolls, the warrior who comes to challenge your authority is Goblindas Allen. You two can fight freely with your weapons, but remember not to step out of the village, and it is strictly forbidden to use any evil witchcraft and magic. The final winner will have everything, including the right to rule the entire tribe; and the body of the loser will become a delicacy in tonight's sumptuous dinner."

After hearing this extremely cruel rule, Allen just shook his head slightly and said calmly:

"I don't need to kill you cruelly, as long as I can make you submit to me willingly."