"Slap"
A loud slap represented the release of unbearable anger.
In the gnoll camp almost a mountain away from Blood Flag Heights, the Whip-tail Clan's Grand Marshal Hurley, who had rushed over, had already drawn the gnoll serrated saber from his waist, roaring to behead the fool before him whom he had slapped onto the ground.
Around him, not a single Military Governor from the various small clans stepped forward to stop him; the gnolls looked on with disdain and satisfaction in their eyes.
Only Lord Boboke Blackeye, who was struck down, felt despair in his heart.
It's over, now I have to die and serve The Master of Hunting!
But the saber of the High-Level Military Governor ultimately did not cut down, not only because he knew that now that things had reached this point, killing this fool couldn't fix anything, but also because he had gone to the Black Eye Clan before coming, securing 2000 elite warriors for the Whip-tail Clan.
