Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 106 - 92: Is There No Justice in Heaven?_3

Aooh!

The Dog Demon couldn’t help but howl at the sky.

He felt the excitement of a narrow escape from death, mixed with an outpouring of sorrow and anger.

The bright sunlight bathed him.

Andrew felt dazed, as if he was in a different world.

Thinking about it, the Dog Demon’s sadness arose because he had the best escape spells like "Anywhere Door" and "Flash Spell."

If he had been restrained by a counter spell like "Dimensional Anchor," he would have accepted his fate.

Instead, from beginning to end, he wasn’t able to cast a single one and was physically restrained from casting spells.

This was the first time the Dog Demon knew that if physical means were used to their extreme, they could have such miraculous effects.

He couldn’t contend with such an opponent; the best strategy was to follow them into the darkness.

Besides, his soul was in their hands; the Dog Demon had no choice.

No sooner had the Dog Demon left than the Maiden Priestess couldn’t help but ask, "Mr. Gaven, why would you assign him such a task? The goblins in the Spirit Crystal Mine are already running out of supplies, aren’t they? If we just wait a few tens of days, they will collapse on their own."

Not just Anna, but Vick’s eyes also shimmered with confusion.

Gaven explained patiently, "Don’t say a few tens of days; even one or two tens of days is too long for us.

Don’t forget, we have the Hobgoblin Tribe Blood Claw right beside us; they have natural influence over the Goblin Tribe. If they get the news first and preemptively take over the Spirit Crystal Mine, our difficulty in taking it back will greatly increase.

Supporting the fight against the Harpies in Eagle Cliff Burrow also requires eliminating this unstable factor.

Instead of passively waiting, it’s better to control the rhythm of the war in our own hands."

"So that’s how it is." Anna showed an expression of semi-understanding.

"The Blackwell Tribe is now a mix of over ten Gnoll Tribes. Don’t look at how they seem integrated; if you observe closely, there’s still a hierarchical order and grouping. After all, they haven’t been united for that long.

To change this, there are two methods: one is to let time wash away everything, but what we lack most now is time.

The other method is the tempering of blood and fire. Once they have fought together, bled together, and shared life and death, relationships will naturally become closer," Gaven added.

Anna couldn’t help but widen her round black eyes, "Mr. Gaven, there are too many twists and turns in your belly. Can you think of so much for just one plan?"

Vick casually interjected, "The Leader has always been like this."

"Can I take that as a compliment?" Gaven joked.

He hadn’t mentioned one thing: to change the Gnolls’ nature of being cowardly and timid, they also needed a series of glorious victories.

The goblins in the Spirit Crystal Mine were doomed to be the stepping stone for the rise of the Blackwell Tribe; now it was just a matter of accelerating the timing.

"Mr. Gaven’s skin is as thick as ever," Anna made a face at Gaven and hopped out, "Since we’re going to start the war, I better hurry and gather more herbs, make more Healing Potions."

At the doorway, the Maiden Priestess turned and waved her little fist at Gaven, "I’ll take that bathtub you promised after the war, Mr. Gaven."

"No problem." Gaven waved his hand noncommittally, probably starting to ponder how to deploy his troops, how to achieve the most brilliant victory with the least casualties.

When the Dog Demon Andrew arrived at the Spirit Crystal Mine, the goblins there were already in complete disarray.

Not only had the food that was supposed to be traded been intercepted by the Blackwell tribe, but their leader Andy had been missing for several days.

Even with Gaven’s deliberate management, the Blackwell Tribe, which merged multiple tribes, was somewhat disorganized, let alone the Spirit Crystal Mine; the situation was even worse.

These goblins only temporarily gathered around Andy because he controlled the food trade line of the Blackwell Tribe; in fact, most goblins still grouped around their original tribal leaders.

As Andy’s mount, the moment the Dog Demon returned to the Spirit Crystal Mine, he was berated by those Goblin Chiefs.

"Where is Chief Andy? Where did he go off to?"

"Why did Blackwell take back the food we bought?"

"What exactly has happened?"

Although complaining incessantly, those Goblin Chiefs only dared to stand from a distance, enveloped by a crowd of their kin.

Not only because the Dog Demon had an infamous reputation there, but also because upon his return, the remaining dozen or so Goblin Wolf Riders immediately found their backbone and surrounded him at once.