Chapter 227: 226 Eggs! This must be an official egg, right? [Begging
Chapter 227: 226. egg! This must be an official egg, right? [Requesting monthly votes 110
Nash the Jackal uh, no, Hog the Jackal didn’t take as long as he thought it would to make a decision.
On the one hand, perhaps it was because it was difficult for a jackal to think deeply and complexly without formal education even if his intelligence was turned on; after all, having talent and being able to use it well were two different things.
On the other hand, the jackal didn’t know if the vampire had unleashed some kind of “evil spell” on him.
After he was put into the cage, his mind was unusually active, like a brainstorm blowing up, the bad state of not being able to pause for thought even if he wanted to, as if something in his mind had been “ignited”.
Murphy’s words kept echoing in its mind, like a pair of invisible hands stirring the thoughts of this small but cunning jackal.
It could clearly feel that its own mind was abnormally excited, and had even begun to fight against what little sanity it had left.
It was as if some voice was yelling at it, making it think about what it would get if it obeyed, if it accepted the “invitation”.
Become civilized?
Become a recognized part of this land?
No!
These are no temptations for a jackal.
Just as a man cannot imagine a color he has never seen, so a jackal cannot imagine a life he has never experienced, but those more realistic things are placed right in front of him, as if they were within reach.
Smuggler’s Woodland!
It knew it, of course!
Hogg’s former little clan wasn’t far from there, and it knew that the woods had been very busy before the damned human wars had begun, and that smugglers carried goods through there every week.
A larger clan called the Torn Claws occupied it, and their people didn’t even need to go out hunting or stealing food from the humans, they just stood at the crossroads and were fed a steady stream of food by caravans who didn’t want any trouble.
And so the Torn Claws prospered.
Unfortunately, the forest was abandoned after the war, and the Ripclaws no longer had access to free meat, but their people had been bred to be “lazy”.
They clumsily began to revive the jackal traditions, but it was too late, as jealous clans swarmed around them, and overnight, the Torn Claws were history.
Well, his second mate was a member of the Torn Claw clan, and the female jackal with the smooth mane often describes the “good old days” to herself.
She was also very willing to listen to her stories, and she learned her Transylvanian language from her.
Since the Torn Claws had to communicate with human caravans, the smart ones among them were always able to speak a few fluent words of everyday language.
Unfortunately, she had been unlucky enough not to run away from the previous battle where Kenport had overrun her own clan, and had her head smashed in by a vicious brute soldier.
Hogg began to hold back his thoughts.
If he could have his clan back, if he could become the master of the smuggler’s woodland, if that vampire lord could fulfill his promise, could he not also live a good life where he didn’t need to hunt to have enough to eat?
It didn’t understand why humans killed each other.
He had once taken his people to the battlefields of the Transylvanian border in the dark of night to gather “meat” to eat, and he had seen how those humans fought, and the way they killed their own people made the jackals feel fearful.
But now that the human war was over, the woodland would flourish again as it had before.
Ah, that sounded like the beginning of good times.
Hogg is a sly one.
He’s also one of the few alpha’s who managed to survive the warlord Kenport taking over the clan, and he certainly knows that obeying a vampire is risky, and that if the clan learns that he’s been a traitor, then he’ll be meat in the pots of those hungry guys.
It should have been more sensible.
But tonight the mood was very strange.
It wanted to think properly, but it couldn’t, it wanted to calm down, but it couldn’t, it wanted to think about gains and losses, but it couldn’t.
It had a fire burning inside it, burning it so much that it tossed and turned and couldn’t be still at all.
Did not learn the knowledge, can be called “intelligent half a zhang yu” jackals do not know, the name of that thing is called “desire”.
It only knew that it longed for the beautiful days it had imagined.
It wanted that fantasy to come true.
But the voice in his heart told him that he could never have that kind of life under Kenport’s command, that the savage chieftain didn’t trust him at all, and that he came from the Dark Mountains to look down on the native Transylvanian jackals, calling them “bastards”.
Perhaps
Perhaps he should reconsider the bad vampire’s suggestion?
And if he didn’t, what would he get out of it? A death? A death that no one would know about and that wouldn’t be turned into a rude story for the clan to tell around?
Ah, and bone-biting.
Every jackal had heard the story of the Bone Biter from their parents, and of course, in the jackals’ stories, the Bone Biter was always powerful!
He was a super-soldier born of the jackal god!
He could crack the heads of the mightiest human cavalrymen with his flail and eat them and their horses! It can crush the craziest dwarf dunces and rip out their hearts and roast them for dinner! It can even defeat legendary elves and break the legs of those pussies, leaving them to cry on a rock and wait for death!
The king of bone-biting is invincible!
Even though one hundred and ten years had passed since the Fourth Black Plague, the native jackals of Transylvania were still convinced that the King of Biting Bones was not dead!
It was only wounded!
He had just found a place to hide and recuperate like any ordinary jackal, and when his bones grew back and his strength returned, then the King of Biting Bones would reappear!
It will lead the jackals across the world just like before, burning down all the cities in front of them, eating all the food they see, and letting every pup have a belly full of food.
Can he really call himself the grandson of the King of Bites?
What if the King of the Bone Biters suddenly appeared?
He would never recognize himself!
After all, he was so skinny and small, he couldn’t even defeat the weakest brute soldier under Kenpot’s command, how could the mighty King of Bites give birth to such a weak grandson? A fake like itself would be whacked to death by the King of Biting Bones.
But Smuggler’s Woodland .
Ah, it’s so wanted!
To have the clan again, and the mates and the pups, and the never-ending meat.
Hogg rolled around in his cage, he was tired, but he couldn’t sleep, tonight was a hard night for jackals, and rare not because of hunger.
Outside the cage the little reed name had been watching the strange skinny jackal in the cage.
Although it didn’t have much social experience, Little Vikrama was certain that this jackal was talked to by Lord Murphy, and it was probably thinking about whether or not to accept Lord Murphy’s invitation.
It didn’t even realize the danger involved.
But Little Vikram was born in a world with a history of 5,000 years, she only needed to blink her eyes to come up with no less than ten similar historical stories, and the common point of those stories was that they taught Little Vikram to never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever maintain her original heart in such a situation.
Hello!
Hoggle, there’s an abyss in front of you!
Don’t jump, you’ll live and die!
Little Vikrama sighed.
She had watched one of Lord Murphy’s plots, and this would not even interest her in going out to hunt.
She sat in the darkness, picked up the squad’s communication, and said:
“You guys can never imagine what I just saw, the NPCs in this game are so scary, Lord Murphy is so scary . I feel that if we play with our mind’s eye, odds are that we might not be able to play with him.”
“Huh?”
Lumina, who was currently searching for the next jackal nest in the darkness with Orchid and Lady Water, couldn’t help but ask back:
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Don’t be hasty, listen to me.”
Little Reed Name told her teammates what she had just seen and heard in her head, and after she finished speaking, the other three fell silent.
Real Otherworld boasted that every NPC in the game was played in depth by an AI, and the testing team proudly proclaimed that they were to be smarter than real people, and Little Vikrama’s experience seemed to corroborate all of that.
It wasn’t just Lord Murphy, the main NPC, who was cunning enough to make even a captured Jackal captive toss and turn from thought to thought.
“Convince it!”
Orchid quickly made up her mind and replied to Little Reed Name with the boldness expected of a traveler and explorer:
“This is obviously a hidden quest! There might be a single plot line, and if you help Lord Murphy convince that jackal given the name ‘Hog Bite Bone’, maybe we’ll get this hidden quest.
With the current mainline, I guess the profit from this quest line is absolutely amazing, maybe it will be directly related to the ‘Mysterious Documentary’ that hasn’t had much news released.
I’ve got a few degrees of certainty now that that datasheet is definitely related to the ‘Black Plague’!”
“Oh, then I’ll try.” Little Vikrama disconnected the communication.
She gathered her thoughts in the darkness, then knocked on the cage, and the jackal sat up on a roll, his green eyes glittering in the darkness as he stared at her.
It was a bit oozy to be honest.
“Not yet! You can’t kill me before dawn!”
It screamed.
“Don’t be silly, I’m not trying to kill you.”
Little Vikrama asked as she stood by the cage:
“Why don’t you agree to Lord Murphy? You must know that Lord Murphy is quite a powerful lord, if you don’t say yes again you’ll anger him and he’ll tie you to a cross and burn you! Have you ever seen vampires burn their own people?”
“I I don’t know.”
Hogg said with some trepidation as the scrawny fellow sat crouched in his cage:
“I’m afraid the King of Biting Bones is going to whack me.”
“Huh?”
In all the preplanning that Vikrama had done she had not expected that answer at all, she wanted to tell the jackal in front of her that your King of Biting Bones had died over a hundred years ago and that you didn’t need to worry about a spectre that couldn’t even come back to life at all.
But as the words came out of her mouth, the 155 dwarf suddenly rolled her eyes.
She hummed and said:
“Indeed! If the King of Biting Bones saw his grandson so cowardly and indecisive, it would whack you with its own hand and consider you a shameful fellow.”
“Huh?”
Hogg shook his body, then asked:
“‘Cowardly’ I know, not a good word, humans will always call our dog-headed servants cowardly fools, I also think dog-headed people are cowardly, their numbers are obviously so large yet they are like a bunch of frightened rabbits, they need jackals to lead them to become brave.
But what does ‘indecisive’ mean?”
“Is that something you should be concerned about right now? You fool!”
Vikrama was exasperated and laughed.
She banged on the cage and said:
“You’ve got to be bold to win! I know it’s a risky endeavor, and there’s no chance you’ll be eaten by your people, but on the bright side, it’s because the risk is high that the reward is high. Haven’t you ever heard of the saying that the bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish?
I’m telling you, Lord Murphy’s will is to wipe out all the jackals in all of Transylvania, and we will do it!
Every Jackal we encounter will be mercilessly killed by us.
Unless you can gather your compatriots before we kill you all, in which case you’ll be Lord Murphy’s servants, and you’ll be able to walk across Transylvania, and no one will harm you as long as you do as you’re told.
You see.
Your people were going to die, but because you bravely stepped up to lead and protect them, now they don’t have to die, and they can live a good life.
They should be thanking you!
You’ll be the only Jackal alpha in all of Transylvania!
All the Jackals and Dogheads will listen to you, and if the King of Biting Bones shows up at that point and sees that you’ve become the awesome alpha, maybe it’s the only one who will show mercy under its claws.
After all, it is the king of all jackals!
You are its grandson!
You’d have to be the King of the Jackals of Transylvania at the very least to be worthy of that lineage, wouldn’t you?
You can’t be afraid!
It’s because you know you’re not worthy of the Bone Biter’s bloodline yet that you have to work harder and be more competitive so that the Bone Biter will be happy with you and approve of you using its name, right?
So what are you still hesitating for?”
Little Reed Name urged:
“Hurry up and pledge your allegiance to Lord Murphy! There will be no more stores after this village.”
“But . But Lord Kenport. And the Bone Biters, and my original people. They all know I’m not”
“Hey, it’s a small problem. Why don’t you just kill them all? When you’re king of the jackals and you say you’re Bitebone’s grandson, then you are! No one will dare deny your words anymore, and neither will the King of the Biting Bones.
You know you can’t do it. It’s okay. We’ll help you!
Lord Murphy will help you too. Isn’t that what allegiance is all about?
Trading loyalty for something you need, so think hard, what do you need most right now?”
“Uh, a little food? I’m so hungry .”
“Nah! Stupid! What you need most right now is to save your head! What a time it is! You still want to eat? You’re losing your life!”
—
“Good, you made your decision a little faster than I thought you would, which is ample proof that you are a smart man.”
Murphy looked with satisfaction at the skinny jackal that fell to his knees in front of his desk in front of him, as well as the smug little reed name standing beside it, and a smile appeared at the corner of the vampire lord’s mouth.
He took out an arithmetic pearl from his psionic bag, tossed it to Hogg, and said:
“Someone will teach you how to use this in a moment, don’t worry Hogg, I will arrange everything for you, just follow my instructions and everything you want will come true.
As for you, my warrior Vikrama, fate has thrust you and your companions into this vortex, and you seem to be ready for it, so I am going to bestow a heavy responsibility upon you and your companions.”
“Ding.”
A new quest prompt popped up on Little Vikrama’s character screen:
[Special Plot Branch – Hidden Quest ‘The Rise of Hogg Bite Bone’ has been triggered!
Quest content: you witnessed the entire conversation between Lord Murphy and Hogg Bite Bone, and you know what Lord Murphy wants to do, and thus can no longer stay out of it. Lord Murphy has decided to entrust you with his important plan, and as you both know, the success of this plan will be directly related to the future of the entire Transylvania.
It is important!
So you must not fail!
Mission Goal: Step one! Help the special plot character ‘Hogg Bite the Bone’ rebuild his clan, hint, you can help Hogg quickly build up it’s brute guard and servants through the ongoing Jackal extermination war.
Quest Requirement: Hogg’s new clan must reach 30 men by the end of the first phase of the Jackal Eradication War, which must include a minimum of two Elite Chieftains as well as ten Black Iron Brute Soldiers.
Quest Reward: a new camp (player-led) opens up!
Prompt!
This quest is a special plot branch quest, such quests will often directly relate to the plot direction of a certain region, so please treat it with caution and think carefully about every decision you make.
Tip!
The maximum number of people who can share this quest is: 5.
Tip!
This quest is the second in the ‘Murphy’s Warriors’ series of quests, if you fail this quest, Lord Murphy will be very disappointed in you].
“Go on, use your wits and courage, I will look forward to your victory.”
Murphy waved his hand rather formulaically.
Little Vikrama dragged Hogg Bite-Bone, who was still a bit confused but had become a “neutral target”, out of the office, and outside the door, 155’s dwarf crossed his arms and said to Hogg:
“Very well, from today on, I’m your doggy mastermind, Lord Chief. Let’s go have a meal now and then get you a costume, you are so unimposing in your current state.”
“Huh? But you’re not a dog-headed man! Dogheads may be about your height but they aren’t as smart as you.”
“‘Dog-headed’ is just an adjective, okay? You stupid Joey Jackal, and listen to me, if you make fun of my height again I’ll kill you!”
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