Chapter 247:
“These bastards are really ruthless, they just escaped and already blood-bathed an unfortunate clan,” said Murphy, standing on the ruined city wall in the night of Crimson Citadel, withdrawing his vision. The aerial view from Revnor allowed him to keep track of Hog’s group’s movements at all times.
He saw how the “Pangolins” he personally selected savagely killed their way into that abandoned village, and how cruelly they executed the leader and barbarian soldiers who disobeyed it, then distributed all the female gnolls in that clan to its clansmen.
Murphy wasn’t a biologist and had no interest in watching “gnoll porn”, so he stopped looking to avoid getting eye strain.
“This is their way of survival, master,” said Maxim, who had rushed back from the Baroness of Shadows’ domain, standing behind Murphy. He said in a low voice:
“They live a life of plunder like bandits, taking everything by force. Although everyone on this land despises gnolls, in fact, many people know that those who are robbed the most by them are actually their own kind.
However, even gnolls have their merits.
After each plunder, they only kill the males who resist, but females and cubs are not harmed at all. They even raise cubs that don’t belong to them and then drive them out of the tribe to fend for themselves when they grow up.
From this point of view, these barbarians still have some humanity.”
“This may be why there are so many different races in the Dark Mountain range, yet only gnolls can stir up the Black Disaster that shakes the continent. It is also the source of their strength, that instinctive desire to protect females and cubs ingrained in their bones.