"Switch the pillars." Gavin added with a smile, "No matter how good the strategy is, it depends on the final execution. If the execution is not in place, no matter how good the strategy is, it will be useless. You did a very good job. If the Blood Claw knew that you had been hiding under their noses, they might be angry to death." The escape of the Pit Tribe could not avoid the eyes and ears of the Blood Claw Tribe anyway. The hunting area of the Collapse Beast became a fatal obstacle again. Gavin simply turned the disadvantage into an advantage and used the unique trap-making ability of the Pit Tribe to switch the pillars. Using the hunting area of the Collapse Beast as a natural barrier, it gave the Blood Claw Tribe's pursuers the illusion that the Pit Tribe had already safely passed through here. In the case of uncertainty about the enemy's situation, the opponent will not rashly launch an attack against the rolling stone bombardment of the Collapse Beast - at least wise people will not launch an attack. If an attack is really launched, it doesn't matter. If you can fight in a sniper battle, fight, if you can't fight, run. They will lead the goblin pursuers away, and the Pit Tribe will also be safe. The leader of the Blood Claw Tribe is obviously a rational person, and such a person is the most terrifying. "If we can make him angry to death, we will save trouble." Susi said seriously, "The current Blood Claw of the Blood Claw Tribe is a very ambitious guy. Without us to hold him back, he will definitely expand his army crazily, and it is only a matter of time before he uses his troops against the Black Well." "Are there any unambitious earth elves in this world?" Gavin asked back with a smile.
Susi couldn't help laughing, "It seems not." When Blood Claw heard that the Pit Tribe had been hiding in a cave less than a hundred meters away from them, although he didn't vomit blood in anger, his face was frighteningly green. It was not a good feeling to be played around by others. This was an enemy worthy of attention, and he would make him pay the price for what he did today. The successful return of the Pit Tribe was not just as simple as making the Black Well Tribe stronger. Their originally extremely weak city defense had been greatly improved. Within ten days, the Black Well Tribe was surrounded by a large number of pits as a temporary defense measure. Gavin directly formed a ground construction team based on the Pit Tribe. In Gavin's opinion, those trap makers should not just dig traps and pits. They should make full use of their ability to control and shape stones to make other construction attempts, such as leveling the land, digging foundations, digging caves, etc. Although their stone control and stone shaping are not as good as stone shaping, they are valuable in large numbers. The combined work efficiency is far beyond what Zach can match. The stone caves, stone houses, and stone walls of the Black Well Tribe have sprung up like mushrooms after rain. The collapsed beast that was captured alive was also thrown into a five or six-meter deep pit and kept in captivity. In a special environment, it is indeed very lethal, but outside that environment, it is like a toothless tiger, and can only be squeezed and rounded by others. Gavin is ready to see if it is possible to tame it. If it is well tamed, it will be a special defensive weapon. Gavin's office and residence were also moved from the temporary tent to a two-room stone cave. One room was for personal living, and the other was for office. It was also the meeting room of the Black Well Tribe. Considering the special existence of the half-ogre, this meeting room was built very tall, so that even the roar could enter and exit freely. Zach, the former leader of the Cang Ya tribe, and the chief warrior Cang Ya, met unexpectedly outside the meeting room, and the two couldn't help but look at each other. Although the two now live in the Black Well Tribe at the same time, due to different responsibilities, one is on the ground and the other is underground, there is no chance to meet. In just two days of not seeing each other, both sides have changed greatly. Zach, who was originally skinny, has become somewhat strong, which fully illustrates the food situation of the Black Well Tribe, especially in terms of spirit, he is in high spirits, and there is indescribable confidence in his words and deeds. As for Cangya, not only did his muscles become stronger, but his height also seemed to have increased a bit. Even if he was counted according to the age of the dog-headed people, he had just entered adulthood (10 years old), and there was still the possibility of a leap forward, with adequate nutrition. "You..." "You..."
Both of them seemed to want to ask about each other's recent situation, but looking at each other's expressions, it was completely unnecessary. They are now highly valued in the Black Well Tribe, holding important positions, and their power is even greater than that of the Cangya Tribe, because the scale of the two is incomparable. Most importantly, they are witnessing the rise of the Black Well Tribe. They have no doubt that now is just the beginning of the Black Well Tribe, and no one can estimate how big it will grow in the future. It was Cangya who bowed first and broke the silence, saying, "Director, do you know why the leader called us here? I heard that the other leaders were all called here." "You don't need to be so polite now. You and I are at the same level." Zach hurriedly returned the greeting, "I just came out of the mine and I know nothing. I thought you knew more than me." "Regardless of level and age, this is as it should be." Cangya said seriously, "I just led the team back from field training." Zach smiled and said, "We don't have to stand here and guess. The leader's mind is always jumping, far beyond what you and I can figure out. As long as we enter the meeting room, the answer will be revealed in a few minutes. I guess we will be the last two to arrive." "That's right. Please go first." Cangya was half a step behind Zach. Zach knew Cangya's personality, so he didn't argue with him and stepped into the meeting room first. Gavin, Anna, Vic, Hou, Goss, Susie. Several leaders of the Black Well Tribe with names and surnames have already arrived and taken their seats. But everyone present was doing their own things. Gavin was sitting on the main seat, writing and drawing. Anna next to him was holding a thick book and muttering. Vic and Hou were trading their lives with the fruit plates in front of them, and the trash cans at their feet were almost filled with fruit shells. Goss and Susie were whispering, and they seemed to be afraid of disturbing Gavin, so they kept their voices very low. Seeing that there were two stools in front of the meeting table, Zhaxi and Cangya didn't hesitate and sat down directly. The moment the two walked in, Gavin put down the paper and pen in his hand, knocked on the table and said: "Everyone is here, calm down, let's start. Today's meeting is called checking for gaps and filling gaps, brainstorming." A human, a half-ogre, a goblin, and four kobolds all blinked and stared at Gavin, not understanding the meaning of the last eight words at all. Gavin rubbed his forehead. During this period, he was mainly digging into Zhang You's memories of that life. He had a strong tendency to nitpick. Even if he translated it into the common language of Faerun, he was still very withdrawn. No wonder they were a little confused. After readjusting his mentality, Gavin said in a more popular way: "After all, I am an outsider. I can only grasp the general direction of our Black Well development. I don't know the details as well as you natives, such as our own needs, future development direction, etc. Especially since we are developing so rapidly now, there must be many details that I haven't noticed. I need you to help me supplement them. Do you understand what I said?" "I probably understand it." "I understand it more or less." Half of them seemed to understand, and the other half looked confused. Most of the people present were illiterate, and they could not be expected to be too high. Gavin could only call them by name: "Director Zach, what do you think should be done to further increase the mining speed of the Black Well Mine?" Gavin called him by name first, and naturally had his own deep meaning. Zach was one of the highest professionals present, and he was once the leader of the Cangya tribe. He was the oldest and had the most experience in all aspects. Zach lived up to Gavin's high hopes and answered without thinking: "Vibration bombs. If we have enough vibration bombs, our mining speed will be greatly improved."