Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 84 - 81: Knocking Brick_1

"What are you waiting for? Where’s the nearest entrance? If we don’t run now, we’ll be torn to shreds," Gos burst out from hiding again, shouting at the injured Erde, who had stumbled and fallen in the distance.

"You’re not from the Eagle Cliff Burrow?" The injured Erde had not caught up yet.

The situation had reversed too quickly. Just a second ago, he thought he was sure to die.

The next second, the hunter had crashed to the ground ahead of him, turning into prey with their head chopped off, allowing him to barely make a landing.

It was then that he realized that the Gnoll who had been gesturing to him was not one of his tribespeople.

"We’re not now, but we used to be. We split off from the Eagle Cliff Burrow, the Blackwell Tribe," Gos hurriedly explained.

Gaven, who had quickly run back, brandished the Harpy’s head in his hand and said, "Friend, not foe."

This statement was far more persuasive than Gos’s explanation.

The alertness on the injured Erde’s face visibly eased a lot.

If the enemy had harbored ill intentions, they could have done nothing just now and it would have been over.

"Follow me." The injured Erde waved his hand and hobbled toward a spot not far off, then turning past a huge boulder, a narrow tunnel appeared before everyone.

Even in relation to the Gnoll’s stature, this entrance was somewhat small; one had to stoop to move forward, not to mention Gaven, who had to crawl, and even then it was a tight fit.

"Vick, Alter Self." Fortunately, Gaven was prepared. Upon arriving at the Gnoll Tribe, it was expected that he would have to crawl through dog holes.

It was only then that the injured Erde realized that there weren’t just two of them but three, as the Goblin’s presence had been so low that he had curled up in the human’s shadow and gone unnoticed.

Thankfully, the narrow section was not long, only about five meters. A spacious tunnel soon appeared in front of them—of course, relatively spacious for a Gnoll. If Gaven had been in human form, he would still have had to stoop slightly, and any carelessness would have meant bumping his head.

"Who’s there?"

No sooner had they showed their faces than a small squad of Gnolls surrounded them, their Long Spears chillingly threatening.

Clearly, these entrances were not unguarded.

This was also why Gaven and his companions, though they had arrived at the Eagle Cliff Burrow early, had refrained from searching for an entrance to tunnel in on their own.

"One of us." The injured Erde spoke up, "These three are heroes who killed a Bird Demon; they are esteemed guests of our tribe."

Gaven, cooperating, raised the Harpy’s head in his hand, inwardly commending himself for his decisive action earlier. In a wartime situation like this, there was no better gatecrasher than an enemy’s head.

Upon seeing the Harpy’s head, the expressions of the Gnolls relaxed considerably, especially the way they looked at their own, filled with sincere respect. For a non-Erde Gnoll to kill a Bird Demon was truly remarkable. Such heroes in the Eagle Cliff Burrow could be counted on one hand.

"Please, Lord Erde," the squad of Gnolls respectfully made way.

Due to the special environment of the Eagle Cliff Burrow, the Winged Gnolls were not only free from the jealousy and ostracism of the ordinary Gnolls, but their status was also implicitly higher.

The injured Erde’s own demeanor confirmed this. One couldn’t call it arrogance, but he certainly carried an air of superiority, even though he was limping and injured, his presence was full of vigor.

With the injured Erde leading the way and Gaven’s Harpy head clearing the path, they hardly faced any more obstruction and smoothly reached the deepest part of the Eagle Cliff Burrow.

A massive cavern appeared before them.

The Gnolls of the Eagle Cliff Burrow had truly hollowed out much of Eagle Cliff, turning it into a three-dimensional war fortress.

Just like a large beehive, the walls around the burrow were covered with dense and tiny holes, through which countless Erdes were ceaselessly entering and exiting, indicating that the war outside had reached a fever pitch.

The fuse, was the harpy that Gaven had slain.

The war between Eagle Cliff Burrow and the harpies had always been unfavorable for Eagle Cliff Burrow.

It was always the harpies, harassing and preying on Gnolls from the Eagle Cliff Burrow, forcing them to counterattack, and this time was no exception.

There were times when Gnolls from Eagle Cliff Burrow killed harpies, but those were pitifully few; it had been two months since the last time it happened.

Enraged, the harpies emerged from their nest in full force.

This put significant pressure on the Eagle Nest Burrow.

Although these harpies dared not venture into the narrow burrows, they could use their Song of Seduction to control those ill-prepared Gnolls, luring them out on their own.

Especially when over a hundred harpies performed the Song of Seduction in chorus, the lethality was even greater, creating a strong resonance within the Magic Network that allowed the Song of Seduction to bypass ears and bore directly into the souls of all living beings.

Those Erdes constantly launching attacks were risking their lives to disrupt and throw into chaos this grand chorus.

"Are you the heroes who just killed that bird demon?" A tough Erde landed in front of Gaven and his party.

"Yes, Captain, these three not only killed that bird demon but also saved my life. They are folks from the Blackwell Tribe, which branched off from our burrow thirteen years ago," the injured Erde hastily explained.

"I see, go and tend to your wounds. I’ll take them to meet with the Clan Leader," the tough Erde nodded and said.

The injured Erde turned to Gaven and his group, "From now on, just follow Captain Bark."

"Alright, thank you for your guidance."

"I should be thanking you. Without you, I would have been devoured today," the injured Erde quickly responded.

"Stop talking, follow me," Bark said a bit impatiently, "Don’t keep the Clan Leader waiting."

"Alright." They complied amicably, after all, they were on someone else’s turf.

Captain Bark was also reticent, and Gaven felt no desire to initiate conversation—the main reason being he didn’t want to warm up to someone who might give him the cold shoulder.

This person was clearly a professional, a battle-hardened one who had personally hunted harpies before; thus, the impact of the harpy head Gaven was carrying wasn’t as significant to him. freeweɓnøvel.com

In a few minutes, Gaven and his companions were brought before the Eagle Cliff Burrow Clan Leader.

As expected, the Clan Leader of Eagle Cliff Burrow was also an Erde.

Compared to Captain Bark, this Clan Leader was much friendlier, nodding at Gaven, "Give that bird demon’s head to Captain Bark to handle. It has fulfilled its purpose."

"Clan Leader is wise," Gaven said, handing over the harpy’s head to Bark and cancelling his Alter Self, bowing respectfully, "Blackwell Tribe current Leader Gaven Nort, at your service."

"Humans?!" The expression on the Eagle Cliff Cave Chieftain’s face showed slight surprise, but not much, "I see. No wonder the Blackwell Tribe has been able to grow so rapidly to its current strength in such a short time."

"You know about the Blackwell Tribe?" This time, Gaven was the one caught off guard.

The Eagle Cliff Burrow Clan Leader smilingly said, "Blackwell Tribe, after all, split from us. As the Maternal Tribe, of course, we always keep tabs on our offspring. Sadly, we have been entangled in constant wars and couldn’t provide much support for them. Moreover, the present Blackwell has a far greater reputation than you might imagine. The neighboring tribes are all talking about your name, saying you’ve gone from a den to a burrow in just a few short decades, something unprecedented."

"I see," Gaven nodded, "As a foreigner, I indeed find certain things inconvenient. It seems coming to the Maternal Tribe was the right decision."