608. Chapter 606: 605 Patterns to Open, My Dear Jackal

Chapter 606: 605…Patterns to be opened, my dear brothers of the Jackals
A day later, the entrusted but belatedly arrived at the original camp of the Tainted Claw Clan, Governor Hurley finally arrived at the original camp of the Tainted Claw Clan, bringing with him the Whiptail Clan as well as absorbing the elites of the other clans to form a main army of more than 6,000 people, plus more than 2,000 jackals still remaining in the camp, definitely can be said to be a strong and powerful army.

And this was merely a scouting vanguard in the Black Plague mode of war sequence.

According to reason, the Tainted Claw Clan had just experienced a terrible defeat, even their chief was compensated, this situation according to the tradition of the Jackals should be cut a wave of heads to boost morale, however, always known for the rigor of military rule, Hurley’s Governor did not take such a means this time.

On the contrary, it took advantage of the death of the chief of the Tainted Claw to come to a wave of disorganization and reorganization, the defeat of the Tainted Claw Clan into their own army to serve as cannon fodder.

Although it was very likely that they would not survive the next battle, such “mercy” was indeed rare for the Old Knife Handler, who had used his strength to kill his way out of the Dark Mountains.

The Governor even summoned former Black Eyes Clan Governor Popok Black Eyes to his tent, who was already infamous for his “loser” nickname.

Unlike the last time they met, he was angrily rebuked.

This time, Hurley’s attitude towards the fearful Popok was “pleasant”, especially when Popok presented the head of the Tainted Claw Chief and the Warm Decapitator that he had “desperately snatched back”, a faint smile flickered on the Governor’s big, furry, hideous face. a fleeting smile on the Governor’s big, hairy, hideous face.

“A truly shocking weapon, you say you captured this on the battlefield?”

The Dude was a true Jackal warrior.

As long as it was a warrior it wouldn’t hate divine weapons, it stroked the mighty barbarian battle axe with its paw, glanced at Popok who had his head down next to him, and said:
“The people in the camp told me that you were the one who snatched back the head of Chief Tainted Claw under the self-explosion tactics of the Transylvanian madman, preventing it from falling into the worse end of losing its life and then losing its reputation?”

“Yes, Lord Governor.”

Popok answered shamelessly:
“I was trying to stabilize the situation after Avalon’s Divine Chosen descended on the battlefield as the frontline inspector appointed by the Tainted Claw Chief, but the weak me was no match for that Divine Chosen, and the False God Vam had sent out its emissary as well.

The vampire was terrifying, and I tried desperately to help Chief Tainted Claw, but .
Anyway, Chief Tainted Claw treated me well, and I couldn’t just sit back and watch it be humiliated by the Transylvanians again.”

The passage was smooth as could be.

It was almost as if it had been rehearsed in advance, which if any guy with a little bit of cheek had said it would have been so ashamed that his face would have turned red, but after experiencing the ups and downs of life, Popok had long ago learned to meet the storms of life with a realistic stance that didn’t belong to a jackal.

To put it simply, Popok had fallen deeper and deeper into the damned vortex, seduced by the coquettish Transylvanian Jackal Nash.

It’s just going to have to keep beefing up the thickness of its cheek if it doesn’t want to die.

Governor Hurley of course knew that Popok was talking with its eyes open, but it didn’t poke at it.

Why poke through?
Although he didn’t know what role this guy Popok played in the battle death of the Tainted Claw Chief, the fact was that the Tainted Claw Chief died and the clan it left behind was annexed by itself.

The Whiptail Clan gained a number of important voodoo priests, the Splintered Claw’s attempt to promote martial arts on the battlefield failed completely, and the Splintered Claw Clan’s “Transylvanian Conquest” was slapped in the face by the barbaric Transylvanians before it could even begin.

This kind of thing is of course not good for the formation of the Black Plague, but for the Whiptail Clan, which has been competing with the Claw Clan for territory, it is also definitely not a bad thing.

From this point of view, while the consecutive failures of the Blood Banner Highlands were certainly bad, Inspector Hurley himself was not at a disadvantage.

It had already made its calculations long ago.

The battles that the Splintered Claw Clan’s vassal didn’t win were left to it.

Facts visible to the naked eye would prove which clan was more worthy of following, and in this way, the power of the Whiptail Clan would expand once again, such a strategy belonged to a rather elementary segment in the politics of the human kingdom, but it was already a very good ingenuity for the jackals.

Right now everything was moving forward according to Governor Hurley’s idea, and after letting his clan’s rivals crash and burn, it was time for Clan Whiptail to clean up the big picture next.

But as Hurley Dude slung the Warm Decapitator behind his back as his new weapon, it also swept an odd look at Popok next to him.

There was something strange about this guy, or else it wouldn’t explain why every battle with Popok in it would end in a miserable failure, and perhaps the rumors in the camp stigmatizing him as a “loser” or “cursed one” weren’t just empty. Perhaps the rumors in the camp stigmatizing it as a “loser” or “cursed” were not just that.

He was not a superstitious governor himself, but just to be on the safe side
“Popok! You have demonstrated your courage by fighting despite your defeat. I retract my previous remarks accusing you of being a coward, I see in you the bravery and tenacity of a Jackal, therefore, I am going to reappoint you as a Governor.”

Grand Inspector Hurley said in a deep voice:
“But you’re already tired from fighting back-to-back battles, so you won’t be needed on the battlefield for this one, so gather the warriors from the Tainted Claw Clan and the other routed lesser clans and keep an eye on them in the camp.

I will send someone to contact you when they are needed on the battlefield.”

“Ah this.”

Bobok flinched for a moment, it thought that Inspector Hurley was going to use it as cannon fodder again, but in the next moment, the Grand Inspector stepped forward and patted it on the shoulder, saying:

“Don’t be afraid, just stay in the camp, you can go home after this battle. Your father contributed 2500 elite hunters to the clan, the old chief has seen the loyalty of the Black Eyes Clan, and you are certainly qualified to share in my victory.

I will let you return to your homeland with news of your victory, and I will let you honor your old father and your clan.

Alas, it is old indeed.”

With that said, the Grand Dude wagged his tail and left the tent to patrol the troops, who soon launched themselves against that damned Bloodflag Heights . Uh, it should be called the final assault on the Blood Flag Trap now.

That place no longer had the advantage of high ground, and all the defense lines and bunkers the Transians had set up and cast up from fossilized clay had been leveled, so the Big Dude was fully confident that they could wipe out the Transylvanian hardcores guarding that place with a single wave of tough charges.

But there was something a bit sinister about these guys.

Although Hurley has been in the rear, but for the front line of the situation it has also heard, the face of strange Transylvanians and then use the clan elite to charge is a bit risky, so the Big Dude this time to take is the previous tactics of the Tainted Claw Clan.

Anyway, the voodoo priests supported by Splintered Claw Clan are still here, so it will use a sharp meteorite to kill those Transians, and then cross this worthless area before they regroup, and push the battle line to Black Flame Pass and complete the final regrouping there.

Then the work to which it belonged was over!

All that was left to do was to take the old chief’s will and watch and enjoy from the sidelines how the Split Claw Clan crashed and burned in front of that position.

Hurley had his own plans, but Popok was not at peace in his mind, and with a wave of depression he returned to his tent, where he caught a glimpse of Nash, who was there writing.

Popok is a standard jackal, it does not recognize the word and does not think it is wrong, and Nash has helped it many times, now in the eyes of Popok has been “trustworthy people”.

He told Nash about his situation in a depressed manner, and with a hint of anger, he clenched his claws and whispered:
“Black Eye Clan is not a big clan, we are just a force dependent on Whiptail Clan, about the same size as Tainted Claw Clan, taking out 2,500 elites at a time will definitely make my clan hurt.

Although my father doesn’t like me and has always berated me for being a loser, but for the clan to suffer such a loss because of me, I . I’m a little disturbed.”

“So, are you looking to me for help?”

Nash rolled his jackal eyes as it said:
“I’m caught up in my troubles brother Popok, you see, I’m only a little bit smart, I can’t help you in such a big matter. But I think there is only one person who can help you right now, His Excellency the ‘Sage Wolf’ whom I serve has secretly arrived in the neighborhood.

If you really need help, you can follow me to meet him!

I am about to introduce my master to the ‘Jackal Talent’ I have found, who possesses the highest wisdom among the Jackals and has been recognized by the King of Bones.

Don’t you worship the King of Bones?
Perhaps now is the time.

I’m sure Lord Hogg will be able to offer you a good plan to get the best of both worlds, go, go now, and be back in time for tonight, you don’t want Inspector Hurley to suspect you, do you?”

“I feel I feel I’m being drawn into a terrible conspiracy by you.”

Popok was a bit impressed, and it was actually a bit curious about “His Excellency, the Sage Wolf” that Nash had been blowing rainbow farts like crazy, but it still had the last vestige of persistence belonging to a jackal warrior in its heart, so it gritted its teeth and said:

“I had this feeling when I first met you, you must have been waiting for me there on purpose, you must have been…”

“Yes, you didn’t guess wrong.”

Nash whispered:
“If I hadn’t intervened, you would have already had your brains chopped out by the Vam decapitators, Popok, but I must tell you that I am no traitor to the Jackals!

You have misjudged me.

In fact I am immensely loyal to my race!
I am more loyal to my bloodline than anyone else in this camp, and I simply serve what is right rather than you enablers.

I know you won’t believe me when I say this, that’s fine, come with me to Lord Hogg!

You can bring along those full blooded warriors of the Black Eyed Clan you found from the rout, you can bring as many bodyguards as you want.

It’s just that you have to make your decision quickly, and I’ll tell you the truth, Hurley can’t win against the Transylvanians! It’s just another fool who will die under the weight of his own arrogance, and you’ve seen for yourself just how terrible the Transylvanian War Injuns are, haven’t you?” Thirty minutes later, Bobok, who had left the camp in the name of scouting, rode on the snow-white wolf of the Tainted Claw Chief, and with thirty black-eyed clansmen it had rescued from the Tainted Claw Clan’s disciplinary camps as an escort, he followed Nash to a southwestern foothill.

This place happened to be in two opposing directions from the Blood Flag Trap, and from here it was possible to enter the deeper reaches of the Dark Mountain Range.

In a simple tent at the foot of the mountain, Popok met the legendary “Sage Wolf”, who, like Nash, was a pitiful little man, but beside him were many large, heavily armed jackals serving him, even a ghoulish undead jackal necromancer and a crazy jackal skeleton.

Worst of all, Popok saw a vampire knight in the camp dressed up in a “flowery” outfit!
That’s one hell of a goldie!
Shit!
Jackals and vampires together were scary enough, but even more so was the fact that the golden vampire was staying as a bodyguard next to the white hooded hyena.

This formation .
It’s a bit scary.

“You did well, Nash.”

Hogg, who was sitting cross-legged in the camp holding a freshly opened volume of the Chronicle of the Entry into the Dark Mountains, put down the fine quill in his hand that had been given as a gift by little Viktor Naim, and at that moment spoke in a gentle tone to his loyal adjutant:

“I have confirmed that your wisdom is growing, I can finally rest assured that our clan will be handed over to you to lead and rule, you have completed your own trial of chieftainship, Nash, Maltai and Van Goree have no more dissatisfaction but to accept this reality.

You!
You are the most qualified Bloodclaw Chief.

Now go back to Wolfsburg.

Prepare our people for the Holy War, and there will be a place for Clan Bloodclaw in the new era of Jackal civilization.”

With great respect Nash took the Chief’s Sectional Staff that Hogg had brought with him in both paws.

This thing was made after the Dark Mountain Jackal chief’s staff, and on it was the artisan’s logo of the “Hammer of War” workshop, which meant that it was not only a status symbol, but also could be used as a one-handed hammer to hit an assassin’s face when necessary.

Though Nash tried his best to appear calm, his wagging tail signaled his excitement.

Originally, Nash didn’t need to come to the Dark Mountains to risk his life, because the “old guard” in the Blood Claw Clan didn’t obey him, especially the barbarian leader Martell Wisdom and Captain Van Gorey who followed Hogg to start his career, and they obeyed and even worshipped Hogg, but what kind of a dog is Nash?

What kind of dog is Nash? Does he deserve to take over Hogg’s position as chief?

Nash didn’t want to see the clan split and bleed because of this and couldn’t beat those two rammers, which is why he took the initiative to accept this chief trial.

Now, as long as it returned to the Smuggler’s Woodland with the Chief’s Scepter granted by Hogg, the Blood Claw Clan and Wolf Castle would be its.

Of course, Nash didn’t forget about business.

“Popok, my brother, come here and kneel to Lord Wise Wolf.”

Popok looked at the pretentious Hogg with a suspicious face, feeling like a young man who had encountered the “King’s Deception”, but as he approached Hogg, as he got closer and closer, his opinion of the skinny jackal in front of him quietly changed.

It can even feel an indescribable “king’s style” from the small to no majesty Hogg in front of him, this guy may not have the power, but it has another kind of thing that can make the most brutal power for it.

Hogg raised his head, and his bright eyes, which were quite special among jackals, stared at Popok, who was under the influence of the psychic aura in front of him.

As the latter sat across from it, Hogg suddenly spoke:

“You worship the King of Biting Bones?”

“Well, it’s not just me, all the young men in the entire Dark Mountains worship it! The King of Biting Bones is the greatest hero of our Jackals, and I have countless reasons to worship it!”

“It’s good to have idols, but I’m puzzled, why do you guys worship a former loser?”

“You!”

“You want to be the Big Dude? Popok, I see a potential in you, perhaps a young man like you who is driven and open to change is better suited to command that whole army that is ready to go at this time than the old codger Hurley who is superstitious about power.

Your father emptied the clan’s coffers for your future, and no conscientious child can allow his family to be destroyed for his own sake.

The Black Eyes have been dependent on the Whiptails for generations, and you have grown accustomed to obeying their commands.

But why should you?
Haven’t you ever thought that the Black Eyes Clan could one day be squarely on par with the Whiptail Clan, or even overpower each other, and make those arrogant people who wantonly plundered you your vassals .
Ha, seeing the look in your eyes I knew that you had thought about it!

Not only have you thought about it, but you haven’t given up on that ambition that’s too big for you, you haven’t been smoothed out by reality, and you still believe in the power of dreams!
That’s awesome!

What a young man with a big heart!

Only a young man like you is qualified to lead a change, old men can’t create a new world.

I’m more and more certain that you can do something in the future, something that your poor old father wouldn’t even dare to think about.

Come on, Popok.

Let the Sage Wolf show you what to do next!
Don’t be afraid, it won’t be hard at all, Hurley was on the list of the dead when he took the battle axe you handed him, and all you have to do is give him a nudge in his doomed downfall and act as a destiny pusher, just as you did with Chief Tarnished Claw.

You’ve already succeeded once, so have some faith in yourself.”
—
“Shit! This isn’t even a fight.”

On a messy Blood Flag trap position, Old Qin, who had been guarding the position for a day and a half, put down his binoculars, and his eyes were filled with gravity.

The jackals in front of them had already struck out the battle flag of the Whiptail Clan, and on this battlefield where thousands of jackals were buried, the other side had already made up their mind to use a resolute onslaught to dry up everything in front of them after nightfall.

They no longer even concealed their mobilization, and thousands of barbarians and hunters were forming up.

This scene, not to mention Lao Qin, even the two young people who just entered the game, “Tata Kai” and “a self-touching Tata Kai”, who just finished the college entrance examination, could see the grim situation.

But yesterday just entered the game, they two are not afraid.

The main thing is that the forum on the topic of “Deathmatch” have gone crazy, especially in the big competition will be the wonderful clips of the various war groups put up, those blood tragic, but also strong sentimental clip is really hard to poke the softest corners of the heart of the fierce men.

The gluttony party was on the verge of a riot.

They said that Transylvania at this time is at the time of use, strongly requested the development group immediately send down a large number of helmets to them, even if they let them as cannon fodder to participate in this let a person’s blood chilled men’s war game will never say anything!

Voila!

What’s loyalty?

People don’t even hide the fact that they’re coming up here to be cannon fodder. They don’t care if they have to die just to have a good time.

Ch, it’s just death, what’s so scary about that?

Life is certainly the currency in Murphy’s hands, but for players, isn’t life a consumable? Since you always have to trade it for something, why can’t you trade it for some glorious memories that you can remember for the rest of your life?
“Huge spiritual energy fluctuations have appeared ahead, Master Qin!”

Black Iron Spiritual Energy Master and administrative bigwig “Shovel Man Strikes” ran over with his gun and said to Old Qin:
“It’s similar to the noise of the jackal dog thieves attacking their position with meteorite magic, these dogs are planning to use meteorites to flatten us after nightfall, hurry up and think of something!”

“I have a shitload of ideas, we don’t even have enough points to summon the Golden One.”

Master Qin was also scratching his head for a while, at the moment this terrible situation where even the only high ground was leveled, even if he had a thousand wonderful methods there was nowhere to use them.

“Drop.”

Just when Master Qin was worried beyond measure, private communication lit up on his treasure pearl, Old Qin looked down, frowned and took a few steps back to no one’s place, activating the communication and said:
“Happy Stick, is sending a message at this time ready to taunt old man me?”

“I won’t pretend in front of you.”

Stick’s side whispered:
“I’ve just asked Mrs. Dorothy, and she told me that our current support points can be transferred to you, and even the members of the Third Battle Group can be added to the Second Battle Group as replacements, on the condition that we give up on continuing to compete.

So.
For the sake of the Second Battle Group’s victory, we need to talk.”

(End of chapter)