Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 114 - 95 Crystal Stone Resonance Screening_3

Besides, Gaven no longer forcefully demanded that all the surrounding Gnoll Tribes unconditionally join the Blackwell Tribe.

It was unrealistic for a single tribe to control a territory spanning tens of kilometers.

Scattered Gnoll dens were needed to dot the landscape, and as long as they did not oppose the Blackwell Tribe, trade would tightly link them to Blackwell, and then their essence could slowly be absorbed and they could be transformed over the long term.

Given the collective economic nature of the Gnolls, such trade seldom involved individual dealings and was usually conducted on a tribal level.

What one loses, another gains.

The rise of the Gnolls meant a significant weakening of the Goblin forces.

Additionally, with Dog Demons leading the Wild Wolf Squad to harass Goblin tribes everywhere.

The Dog Demon fully utilized its superior intelligence, making the raids varied and unpredictable.

Initially, they had deceived the little goblin fools, taking advantage of the good relationship between the Goblins and Zuo Langs, to let them in, causing havoc from within.

After successfully annihilating seven or eight Goblin dens without fail, the ruse eventually leaked.

Then it turned to herding Goblin survivors to help them step into traps set by other Goblin tribes.

For the larger, more troublesome Goblin tribes, they were surrounded but not attacked, besieged for three to five days. The Goblins, unused to stockpiling supplies, couldn’t bear it - they either launched an offensive or took the risk to hunt outside, but either way, the outcome wouldn’t be good.

Many, more well-informed Goblins, seeing the tides turning against them, did as the Blood Claw Tribe and moved en masse. If they couldn’t provoke, they could still hide.

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The same Eagle Cliff.

The same burrow.

The same harpy screeches.

To Captain Bark, everything that fell into his eyes seemed like another lifetime.

Compared to the vibrant, ever-changing Blackwell Tribe, the Eagle Cliff Burrow felt like stagnant water – unchanged from his earliest memories to now.

Hope.

He hoped that this time, Chief Gaven could truly change the fate of the Eagle Cliff Burrow, making it as full of vitality and hope as Blackwell.

Chirp!

Several crisp eagle cries brought Captain Bark’s somewhat distracted mind sharply into focus, as he turned towards the direction of the sound.

Two Harpies had spotted the returning Gnoll hunting party and instinctively initiated an assault.

They started with their forte, the Song of Seduction, but upon realizing it was largely ineffective against the ground party, they lowered their bodies to prepare for a direct strike, hoping to snatch one or two Gnolls for their evening meal.

This was a common practice for them, usually succeeding once or twice out of ten tries.

But this time, they were destined to meet their match, because hidden within this Gnoll party was a Half-Elf transformed into a lethal force.

Two Psychic Bullets blasted into the minds of the two Harpies, sending them into unconsciousness before they could even spiral down to the ground, where six or seven Erdes emerged from nearby burrows, swiftly taking to the sky, clumsily dragging the stunned Harpies down to the earth.

One of them didn’t even have the chance to wake up before it hit the ground headfirst, its neck broken to a grotesque extent.

The other regained consciousness just before hitting the ground, frantically flapping its wings in terror, trying to avert its fate.

The outcome was being dragged down by a giant wolf that leaped out and bit its thigh, pulling it to the ground. A frenzied flurry of scratching and biting ensued, swiftly dispatching it.

This was already the third group of Harpies hunted today.