Chapter 247: 246 Code Name “Pangolin Armor”

Chapter 247 246. Code Name “Pangolin Armor”

The Pangolin Armor is an animal that is widely distributed throughout the continent.

There are more than one kind in Transylvania, and some parts of their bodies are used by alchemists as basic materials, but because of the ten-year war, there are not many local hunters to kill them, so this kind of animal that is good at hiding is flooding the mountains and forests.

The jackals’ favorite food used to be rabbits, wild boars, and deer, but when they were hungry, if they couldn’t catch any humans, they would also catch pangolins to satisfy their hunger.

The problem was that the scales of the pangolin were not easy to handle, and even for the sharp teeth of the jackals, they were quite unfriendly.

Hogg didn’t like the taste of pangolin, just as he couldn’t understand why his codename was called that.

In fact it wasn’t just Hogg who couldn’t understand it.

Mrs. Adele, who came to convey the order, was just as unable to understand why Master Murphy had to give Hogg such a strange codename.

If it was taken from the characteristics of the Hidden One, then wouldn’t it be more graphic to call it “Night Bat” or “Snake”? It would also be more in line with the vampire’s aesthetics of animals.

Although Lord Murphy explained that it was because he saw a nest of pangolins when he went out yesterday, but Adele guessed that the truth should not be so simple, as a blood heir, she could sense Lord Murphy’s emotions more clearly.

As a bloodline heir, she could sense Lord Murphy’s emotions more clearly. When the master said the name “pangolin”, he was obviously carrying an inexplicable pleasure in his heart, and he didn’t know what he was enjoying.

But it was certain that this code name was not taken carelessly.

Now, the freshly baked blood vulture “Senior Agent Pangolin” comrade Hogg was waiting in the cave on the third floor of the sewer, he had already changed into a set of old leather armor that had been cut, with two wave-blade assassin’s knives and two eagle claw knives for cutting throats stuck in his waist.

This outfit’s was slightly different from that of a normal jackal.

Generally speaking, jackals make their own armor, so it is full of a rough “clan style”.

However, even though they are savage, they can learn.

Especially after the fourth black plague swept through the continent, the jackals learned a lot of things from the continent that was overturned by half of them, which led to some old jackals with good hands to make leather armor not even worse than those made by human craftsmen.

But overall, the Jackals of Transylvania had not developed their own system of survival, which led to the fact that the number of them who owned armor was quite small.

This thing called armor was also a status symbol among the jackal tribes.

Now, behind Hogg, there were fifteen “clansmen” of different heights, shapes, sizes, weights and thinnesses, but all of them were clad in armor, and even though it was only old stuff from the Blood Rats, it was already well-equipped.

In addition to the jackals, Hogg also chose for himself a dog-headed man.

Seven dog-headed elite will be mixed among them, these character of cowardly but widely distributed foreigners from the appearance alone is not as fierce and powerful as the jackals.

They are always hunched over with a long bare tail, a head similar to that of a wild dog, and a pair of “big eyes” that glow in the dark.

The dog-headed people are also an amazing race.

They are even more fertile than jackals, giving birth to a dozen or so in a litter and three or four litters per year, which leads to the fact that even the most knowledgeable psionic masters on the continent can’t tell how many dog-headed people there are.

But the reason why the dog-headed people can live well under the eyes of other races is that they are actually not good at fighting, and they are good at digging holes and are content to live in dark caves.

Their food is also very easy to get, omnivorous dogheads can even live on grass when they are hungry.

This kind of quite good to feed the characteristics of the dog-headed man has become the favorite subordinate race of the foreigners, and the civilization system of the dog-headed man is more backward than the clan system of the jackals, they do not even have their own language and text, so there is no talk about honor and loyalty, even in the dwarven mines there are a large number of dog-headed man laborers to help them digging mines.

But the dog-headed people have a very disturbing characteristic.

One part of their cowardly behavior is very similar to that of “domestic dogs”, that is, they are not threatening when they have no masters, but once they have masters to command them, they will quickly become aggressive and cruel.

They are loyal and obedient until their master dies.

But once their master is dead, these vicious creatures scatter and become harmless again until the next conquering master comes along.

Jackal clans often domesticate large numbers of dog-headed men as slaves, to help them dig out hiding holes, to help them smelt crude weapons, to help them serve as cannon fodder in battle, and even to make good “food for the hungry” in times of great disaster.

The cost of feeding them is basically negligible.

In addition, part of the bizarre legend about the dog-headed people has a kind of saying that will offend the dwarves, it is said that the dog-headed people because of living under the earth for a long time caused them to be concerned by the mother of the earth, Gaia, so in the huge number of the dog-headed people will often give birth to a number of individuals who can use the rough earth psychic energy.

This kind of individual will be honored as the earth occupation master, and often serves as the leader of the dog-headed tribe.

Considering the exaggerated total number of dog-heads, this ratio, even if it is low, is enough for many earth-occupying masters to appear among the dog-heads. There are also rumors that Jackal mystics originally learned to manipulate psychic energy from dog-headed slaves, but this rumor is unfounded.

In any case, at the point in time when the history of the continent advanced to 1111, the Jackals and Dogheads had become a symbiotic group.

Each side took what they needed.

Oh yes, all legends about dog-headed men are not lacking in the story of dog-headed men and candles
They need light to live underground, so the first candles to bring light in this world were made by dog-headed men.

About this, even the most self-respecting elves can’t deny it.

It can be said that it was the Dogheads who brought the first light into the disturbingly dark night of this world, and this is their greatest, and probably only, contribution to this world.

And as candles are a symbol of status and position in dog-headed society, they will always hold their most beloved candles on their heads and only light them when necessary.

Right now, for example, the seven elite Dogheads of Clan Hogg are sorting through their prized candles and helping each other place the best ones in the strange hats on each other’s heads.

That hat had a special base to hold the candles.

It was like a strange ritual that made the dog-heads about to embark on their escape feel content for it and quickly soothed the fear in their hearts.

This is Hogg from the blood rats gang for their “supplies”, just these thick and big, enough to burn a long time candle is enough to make these not so good at thinking elite dog head for Hogg to offer loyalty.

After all, the other jackal masters would not bother to take the initiative to find candles for their servants.

“Hogg, are they still coming or not?”

Just as Hogg was making preparations for the upcoming “escape”, Nash, the jackal with missing teeth beside him, asked with some anxiety:

“It’s already been seven hourglasses of time, and they haven’t moved, I suspect that they have all died out, why don’t we leave first.”

Nash’s words immediately caused several other jackals to howl in approval.

They were all carefully selected clansmen by Hogg, stronger than the average Jackal but not to the extent of an elite leader, and each of them had the trait of cunning and a better brain than the average clansman.

Hogg liked jackals like that.

It didn’t like the stupid ones who acted on their power, those guys couldn’t be controlled at all, but these compatriots could.

They listened to their plans and were able to understand why they were doing what they were doing, and with the realization that everyone’s interests were aligned, they were able to get things done on their own without even needing Hogg’s supervision.

Hogg apparently thought this was what a competent clan should be.

“Patience, Nash, my barbarian leader.”

Hogg mimicked Lord Murphy’s tone of voice when he spoke, speaking nonchalantly to his anxious compatriots:

“We could leave now, of course, but so few of us would not be taken seriously by High King Kenport even if we returned alive to the Andromeda Hills. Are we paying so much just to go back and continue to be cannon fodder?
No!
We poor people who lost our own clans reorganized the Bloodclaw Clan, and we’ve agreed to live, and to live better.

We need them!
More and more capable clansmen, like hunters need vicious hyenas.”

It was not yet skilful enough to paint a pie for its own clan as it said:

“If each of us has three barbarian soldiers under our command, then we can hold together without being bullied by the other clans, and if each of us has five barbarian soldiers under our command, then we will be able to make the Great King of Kenport look the other way.

We are all mighty warriors who have survived three fights in the gladiatorial arena, this is our advantage and we need to strengthen it if we want to be recognized.”

Next to him, Nash immediately let out an odd grunt.

It felt that what Hogg said was fine.

But it really didn’t want to continue staying here now, it had been killing ghouls for fellow ghouls here for the past seven days, and those disgusting rotten meat had almost made it lose its interest in eating meat, and if it stayed any longer it was probably really going to go crazy. But seven days had already shown Nash that Hogg was different.

This wasn’t an ordinary jackal, it was more intelligent than the average jackal, and perhaps Hogg might not be joking when he kept bragging about its bloodline coming from the Mossy Valley Sanctuary.

It really did come from the Dark Mountains, from the place where the god-like and powerful Bone Biting Great King was born.

This would give Hogg a sense of “mystical orthodoxy” in the eyes of the jackals. In their rough and wild worldview, places like Transylvania were only the edge of the world, and only the Dark Mountains were the “center of the world”!
As for the Mossy Valley, it must be the holy place in the center of the world.

“They’re coming, I can hear them.”

Old Blind Eye, the hunter of the Bloodclaw clan, howled, and the jackal hunter, blind in one eye, grabbed his vampire crossbow and took aim, while the other jackals grabbed their flail weapons as well.

As they watched, a dozen jackal gladiators were jumping down from the second level of the sewer to the third.

“Folly! Go and stop them! The noise will attract the ghouls!”

Nash shouted.

Immediately two of the brutes rushed over to meet their pitiful compatriots, who had obviously suffered in the gladiatorial arena, and each of the guys carried the scent of blood.

But the good news is that when these guys escaped, they also “looted” the gladiators’ arsenal, so that they also have leather armor and weapons in their possession.

Even brought out some jerky as dry food for the road.

“Very good, very good!”

Hogg stood up and wagged his short tail.

He stepped forward, escorted by a group of elite dog-heads, and surveyed the miserable jackal gladiators in front of him, with a few aggrieved dog-heads mixed in who had been robbed of their candles by the smaller players.

Hogg’s “rich” dog-headed people immediately stepped forward, the smallest and thinnest of their own candles to share with their compatriots, after all, a dog-headed people do not have their own candles is really too poor.

“The fact that you are here means that you have all made up your minds to escape the vampire city, I will take you underground to escape and we will return to the wilderness where we belong.”

Hogg exclaimed:
“But I will only take my people away! If you want to leave you will have to join us, join Clan Bloodclaw!”

“I don’t like that name.”

An elite barbarian soldier who was pulling a shrug on his arm said in dissatisfaction:
“It seems like a name that only vampires would come up with! I hate vampires.”

“It’s about vampires, my people.”

Hogg grunted and pointed overhead:
“Don’t you forget what we escaped from, the vampires gave us humiliation we must pay back a hundredfold! Calling this name is a reminder to us not to forget the great lack of vampirism!”

“Alright then, I’m in, my clan is gone anyway.”

The barbarian sighed:

“I saw my chief’s head chopped off by the vampire’s lapdogs with my own eyes, and its head is now displayed in the Blood Rat Gang’s warehouse, and it is rumored that they are going to use that head to make some spells.”

“So do we.”

The other gladiators, who would be scared and thinking of running away, did not object to Hogg’s request for them to join the clan.

Soon, Hogg’s clan swelled to over 30 people.

Apart from him, they were all absolute elites who had gotten three victories in the gladiator arena, plus ten elite dog-heads, although the quantity was small, the quality was superb.

“Go! Get out of here.”

With a wave of his hand, Hogg led his clan members to run quickly along the river of the three underground caverns to the deepest part, and it led the way to be the first one to jump into the turbulent water below holding its breath again to look for the underground passageway that was confirmed to exist in it.

It soon found it.

After all, it was the location that Mrs. Adele had repeatedly described to it with a map.

Those vampires had also “thoughtfully” locked up a skeleton and deliberately arranged it in a very strange way to hang below the entrance to the passageway as a marker.

The woeful jackals were pushed by the current of the water into it and along the dark, damp, moss-covered underground waterway.

They did not dare to stay, but only accelerated their pace.

Finally in a few minutes of speeding to reach the final exit, along the steep cave climbed up, into the eyes of the quiet wilderness under the dark night and the quiet flow through the earth of the Cadman River.

“Ha, we escaped!”

Nash yelled in excitement.

It waved its paw, revealing the brand on its shoulder that represented a gladiator’s slave, a similar mark of shame on the other jackals and dog-headed men.

Hogg had it too.

But it had been branded for it by Lady Dorothy herself, and it had to have that mark in order to lead these fierce gladiators.

“Good news, I’ve been here before.”

Hogg made a pretense of ascending and surveying the surrounding area seemingly to discern the terrain, then it spoke to its people:

“The Andromeda Hills are just across the way, cross the river and we’ll find our people, come on! We shall be there before dawn.”

“Hogg! There’s someone up ahead!”

Old Blind Eye quickly spotted movement in the abandoned village near this riverbank, and he grabbed his hunting crossbow and shouted:

“Looks like our people, a migrating clan, should we go over and check it out?”

“Of course we should go over.”

Hogg ordered with a twinkle in his eye:
“Prepare for battle…”

“Huh?”

The other jackals looked at their chief in surprise, and Hogg explained:
“The fact that we were slaves will be viewed as a joke by the clan once it’s known, we need to hide this secret, and look at the sorry state we’re in now! Do you think if we go over there, those clansmen will let us go like beggars?
The weak and the strong is the law of survival of the jackals!

Either we annex them and give each of us a barbarian soldier and a slave, or they annex us and turn us into their slaves.

It’s your choice!”

“There must be females in that clan . A jackal without a mate is something to be scoffed at.”

Nash bared his teeth in the darkness and whispered, and the other jackals wailed, their eyes glowing like a pack of true wolf cubs.

“Hey, let’s go, two each!”

Hogg waved his hand.

The jackal gladiators immediately moved forward with it.

“All the candles of the dog-headed slaves over there are yours!”

It shouted again to the dog-headed elite of its own clan, so the dog-headed people stirred as well.

Candles!

Ah, candles, wonderful candles.
Light in the darkness, that which mesmerizes, for which the dog-headed men would give anything, as the hungry and thirsty jackals did now.

(End of chapter)