Chapter 226 225 From this day forward, your name will be Hog Bite Bone

Chapter 226 225.From this day forward, your name will be Hog Bite Bone!
Bite the Bone, a name that sounds rather vulgar to humans, but anyone who is somewhat literate themselves or has a literate person in their family would not approve of a person giving them that name. However, in the history of the continent, it is not a simple name, especially for the Transylvanians.

After all, 110 years ago in the fourth black plague conquered half of the continent, almost destroyed the human civilization of the king of the jackals called “Bite Bone”.

When Murphy said the “real name” of the short jackal in front of him, not only Tris, but also the small reed name who only knew a little bit of history stared with rounded eyes.

But she was really smart, so she quickly understood what Murphy-sama on her side was planning to do.

Good lord!
This is to support a force to dismantle and “peacefully evolve” from within!

“Speak clearly!”

Tris, who also understood, questioned:

“In your mind, is its last name ‘Bite Bone’? Or does it come from the ‘Bite Bone Clan’? Those are two concepts. The Bite Bone Clan is still in the Dark Mountains to this day, and is one of the largest few clans among the Jackals.

I’ve heard that they treat their fellow countrymen with cruelty, and the end of you daring to let this guy climb up the ladder indiscriminately will definitely not be too good.”

“But this is in Transylvania, not really in the Dark Mountain Range, the Bite Bone Clan, even if they are strong, they can’t control my Transylvania’s internal affairs, at least not yet!”

Murphy waved his hand, maintaining a mysterious smile and said:

“I thought about it, just relying on my soldiers and warriors to clear through one nest after another is still too slow, maybe we can use a smarter way to end the plague of jackals in Transylvania at a faster speed.

Or even solve this hidden danger once and for all.

If the Black Plague is indeed bound to come, then instead of waiting for a second one to appear after the first warlord in Transylvania is killed, let’s just do it and hold the power of choosing a warlord in our hands.

”Tris, even if my warriors kill all the jackals, the huge number of dog-heads on this strip will be just as much of a problem, but I’ve heard that dog-heads are great at digging mines and pits.

If I claim that all homeless are welcome in Transylvania, then I have to fulfill the promise I made for this land.

Do you understand what I mean?”

Murphy said, pointing to the skinny but already frozen jackal in front of him:

“Is it, they, the jackals and the dog-headed people not the inhabitants of this land? I once told my consul that our Transylvania will not discriminate against any race, and no one will be ostracized from this land because of their ethnicity or appearance.

This is an opportunity.

Not only for it, but for me as well. All races have their own talents and specialties, all races have their own value, and the ability to use the value of the people under your command wisely is a very important test for a lord.

So, it’s all about biting the bone.

The son of the king of Bite Bone who was left here a hundred and ten years ago after his defeat and death in Transylvania…”

“Grandson.”

Tris corrected:
“Jackals don’t live that long, in that brutal environment of the Dark Mountains their general life expectancy is 35 years, even in the outside world where the pressures of survival aren’t as great, Jackals don’t live longer than 70 years.”

“Oh yes, grandson! That’s more in keeping with the context it deserves.”

Murphy stepped away and circled a few times around the short, shivering jackalope in front of him.

He rubbed his chin and lengthened his voice:

“The legendary King of Biting Bones died on his way back to the Dark Mountains in retreat from the Filthy Swamp, but neither humans nor any other races have been able to find exactly where that barbaric king fell, then one of the several heirs who had been following it during its defeat back then had no choice but to stay behind in Transylvania when he was separated from the Biting Bones Clan.

It knows that he should inherit his father’s ambition of conquering the continent, but helplessly it lacks the power and destiny, it can only do its best to pull together the local jackals.

But because of the Blood Vulture Clan’s suppression, he eventually died in despair.

The mixing of blood with the local jackals gave him an heir before his death, and the mixing of noble and mundane blood made the grandson of the King of Bones lose the trademark noble fur pattern of the Mossy Valley, and even become obsolete as a jackal.

The poor bone-biting heir inherited neither his grandfather’s power nor his father’s legacy, but his innate intelligence and cunning allowed him to have his own little clan in Transylvania.

It had originally thought that its life would pass just like that.

But fortunately or unfortunately, the vagaries of fate gave it a chance!
It, like the other chosen ones, was finally thrust into the limelight through a humiliating capture after a failed messenger job
It has sensed the call of destiny.

It was afraid.

It doesn’t know whether to accept the goodwill from Count Cadman, but a voice in its heart is telling it this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”

Murphy reached out and placed a hand on the shorter jackal’s shoulder as he whispered:
“Why does that headstrong fool Kenport get to be a warlord? Why does it have the insolence to take over the clan you’ve worked so hard to maintain? Why does it get to hog two of your favorite females? That self-proclaimed warlord in the Andromeda Hills is neither as cunning as you, nor is he at all capable of comprehending the plague its actions would bring upon the native jackals.

And you’ve seen for yourself the bravery and ruthlessness of the warriors under my command, and that’s just the vanguard I’m sending out!”

The vampire pointed to a bewildered little Vikrama and said:
“I have a whole ten thousand more warriors like her! You have no chance of winning, but you get one more chance before facing death head on.

I’m not asking you to be a traitor, Nash.
Ugh, that name is so bad, it’s not recognizable at all!

From this day forward, your name is ‘Hogg’!
Hogg Bite the Bone!”

Murphy patted the jackal’s shoulder as he listened to the guy’s heart with his Desire Energy.

It wasn’t the first time the vampire had done this, he had become quite skillful at it, like the best musicians plucking the strings very rhythmically.

He said:

“You see, Hoggle, I’m not asking you to be a traitor!

I am simply inviting you and your clan to join us as Governor of Transylvania, to be part of something that is not hated by this land, that you are not selling out your clan’s interests and are not seeking your own self-interest.

It is an invitation, and betrayal are two different concepts.

Surely you know that the Jackals are full of violent men, and that wisdom has not blessed them with the ignorant and barbaric contentment to live as a beast.

But is there even a shred of dignity in that kind of life?
You can change all that.

In times past, the entire continent did not give you a choice, but now, Transylvania opens its arms to you, and we welcome those jackals who are as wise and sensible as you are, and who are willing to accept order.

New-Jackals!

That will be the Jackals who will say goodbye to barbarism and move towards civilization!

You will be the forerunner, and even go down in history as your ancestor, the great King of Bone Biters.

I’ll even give you territory!
How about Smuggler’s Woodland?
Have you ever been there? You know it’s very fertile and it’s on a major transportation route, and if you nod your head, it’ll be yours and your clan’s territory, and no one will hunt you or even bother you.

I am the lord of this land, my word is law in this land, and I can give you anything you want.”

Murphy smiled.

He had caught the strange flash of emotion floating in the heart of the skinny jackal in front of him.

It is indeed very smart, perhaps the blessing from the mossy valley really opened up wisdom for it, not every human jackal can learn Transylvanian, this guy in front of him is an “anomaly” in his pack.

Murphy liked the different!

Outlier means not accepted by the original environment.

They will crave acceptance more than others, more eager to see change and embrace it in a more positive light, as Murphy does, as Maxim does, as Tris does.

Even Missy, Adele & Miriam are the same.

Transylvania, this would be the land ruled by the fey, and it was destined to be out of place with the rest of the continent.

But that didn’t matter much. Murphy knew that the jackal he had just given a new name and a new “backstory” could be one of them.

But only if he could convince himself.

Well, the seed of desire has been planted, now we just need to wait patiently for it to blossom, and Murphy thinks it won’t take much time.

“Looks like you need a little time to convince yourself.”

Murphy said with a wave of his hand:

“I’ve arranged a quiet enough cage for you, which is in the dark, and clean water and food for you, and you have seven hours before dawn arrives.

Go.

Convince yourself.

It’s not that hard to accept, and there’s no such thing as ‘dignity’ or ‘backbone’ in the culture of the Jackals.

Don’t keep thinking about what you’re going to lose, think differently, think more about what you’re going to gain.
That’s the winner’s mindset.”

He scowled at the little reed name.

With a jolt, the latter escorted the skinny jackal towards the incarceration area of the Blood Wyvern Cloisters, and it was only after them that Tris, who hadn’t said anything, spoke up:

“It’s not that no one has tried to communicate with jackals before, after the end of the first Black Plague, there were knowledgeable people among the humans who tried to make a pact with jackals, but that didn’t work at all, Murphy.

With that harsh existence of the Jackals and their overly barbaric inheritance methods, you simply can’t find alpha’s that will survive for too long, and even if a pact is signed there’s no guarantee that their successors will fulfill it.

More importantly, the Black Plague of the Dark Mountains is a natural law.

There’s no way you can discipline it in the way civilized people do, and the Jackals always run out of food; they don’t want to starve to death they have to attack outwards.”

“That’s not a problem.”

Murphy shook his head:
“And it’s too far to think about what to do about the Black Plague once and for all right now, Tris. I’m just making an attempt, and even if Hogg only ends up bringing me a small clan of less than a hundred people that would be an absolute victory for me.

Because it didn’t cost me anything at all.

All the risks it chose to go down this path had to be borne by itself, and I didn’t even have to give it any promises in the early stages of this plan. If it had nothing to lose, why not give it a try?

All we can get if we kill it is a few teeth and claws.

We may be poor, but we don’t lack that much.”

“Fair enough.”

Tris nodded and raised her own hand somewhat depressedly as she sighed:
“So that’s how the Desire Energy works? I thought it was just a small means to listen to other people’s hearts, but after seeing the way you tug at the heartstrings, I realized that there are more radical uses for it.

I’m beginning to understand why I was so fanatical about seeing the Seed of Life take root back then, even to the point of sacrificing my power and future for it.

It turns out that I was one of the victims of the Energy of Desire.”

“I’m also in the middle of figuring it out.”

Murphy said with a wave of his hand:
“I’d be proud of you for praising me so much. Coming to business, Hogg has brought us definite news about the jackal warlord Kenport of the Andromeda Hills.

That guy has already gathered an army of seventeen thousand Jackals, and it keeps recruiting more Jackals, this is clearly beyond the limit of what can be handled by conventional tactics, even if I do my best to summon the Otherworldly Essence, I won’t be able to take care of it in a short period of time.

But the good news is that we know the exact location of that big bandit gang.

This means that we might be able to use some ‘unconventional’ tactics, something that can turn the tide of battle in an instant.”

“Hmm?”

Tris blinked as she heard a hint of ominousness in Murphy’s tone.

She asked:
“What are you going to do?”

Murphy didn’t answer right away.

He looked up at the dome of the Blood Wyvern Cloister, but his gaze seemed to travel through the masonry overhead to the stars above the earth.

After a few seconds, he lowered his head, moved closer to Tris, and asked in a low voice:

“The Astral Rip Grand Jutsu, do you know how to use it? Just as the Tower of the Ring used it to destroy the city of Cadman, we can replicate the tactic, and I’ve even got guys for us who can guest pinpoint it.

As long as the timing is stuck right, not to mention 17,000 people, even 100,000 jackals can be destroyed in one battle.

The best part is that we don’t need to unleash a spell as massive as Tower of the Ring.

Just a third or even a quarter of the scale is completely enough.”

Tris held her breath.

A light of thought danced in her sultry eyes, accompanied by the psychic master’s calculations and musings on this specialized field of learning, and after fifteen long seconds of contemplation, she said:

“The principle of Astral Tearing is not difficult, and since Transylvania already has the existence of the Astral Creation, the thing that makes the isolation of the material worlds around this land from the Astral Realm unstable, it would indeed be easier to unleash that kind of spell in this situation right now.

But it’s risky, little Murphy.

We have so far been unable to comprehend what kind of changes a large-scale entry of wild and filthy Astral Spirit energy into the material world would bring about here, and it is precisely because of the unstable separation between the two dimensions that I can’t guarantee that the spell, if cast successfully, would not mess up even worse results.

For example.”

“A second Astral Realm Creation?”

Murphy said, rubbing his chin:

“True, that’s a bit risky, so what if it’s lowered to a safe threshold for the size of the spell?”

“That wouldn’t be destructive enough.”

Tris said, shaking her head:
“Under the premise of guaranteeing absolute safety, the Astral Rip I can trigger is even less than a tenth of the scale of Kadman City’s Doomsday, and if they’re standing densely enough, it’s estimated that I can take out a few hundred of them at a time.

But that’s the limit.”

“It’s fine, it’s enough!”

Murphy waved his hand and said:
“The real power of this thing is actually not in the killing power, but the interference and emotional and spiritual intimidation brought to the minds of ordinary beings after the Star Realm Rift is opened, as far as the Jackal, a completely defenseless and savage mind, is concerned, it is estimated that he will go crazy the moment he is impacted by the Star Realm Spiritual Energy.

And it was definitely much easier to pack up a group of scared savages than it was to pack up tens of thousands of wildly running pigs.

Let’s just follow this plan.

Femis can just about be your assistant, and those black iron ranked psychics among my warriors can make a guest appearance as well.

They’ve been entering this place for so long, it’s time to hand them something really powerful so that they can truly experience the majesty of being a psychic master, they can’t really be satisfied with just being the most common footmen.

Power could bring dignity and fulfillment, and that was exactly what they needed most in this otherworld.

Don’t you think so?”

(End of chapter)