Chapter 314.Chapter 312 311 Ah, the boomerang that flew out stuck in itself

Chapter 312 311. ah, the feeling of a flying out boomerang sticking in itself is so egg-cellent!

Dorothy said she needed a negotiating assistant, but only five people, this is clearly to let the small players to hurry up to elect representatives to participate in the feast, and initiated this “debt collection action” mud truck three people naturally among them.

Together with the current “Knights of the Riptide” leader of the honorary knight Tepal and the student party leader Pigeon Bao, five people this even come together.

The veteran players all knew the reputation of these five guys, so they had no opinion on this.

Of course, not everyone is convinced that they are represented by the newcomers, but they have just entered the game and do not even understand the basics of the gameplay, and now this kind of directly determine the direction of the plot of the big event to them, not to mention other people.

They don’t even trust themselves.
But here after all there are 214 players, really want to unify the opinion is not an easy thing, blood claw clan chief Hogg will escort the goods are moving towards the abandoned tax house, probably there are still up to 20 minutes of time left for everyone to discuss, time is not at all generous.

This is the time to see the difference between organized and unorganized.

The eighty or so Knights of the Riptide, who had come in full force, found a decent place to gather their opinions.

Although it was a player knight order, their RP experience in other games had allowed them to form a team with a grassroots commander deep into the decurion level, and in this way, it only took a short time for Tepal to unify the opinions of his team members.

In contrast, the other casual players were in disarray, and there were even a few grumpier guys who got into a fight over it.

All of this was in the attention of the veteran players.

They didn’t have a complicated and in-depth discussion on whether or not to accept the Blood Claw Clan, everyone had already reached an agreement that since this Blood Claw Clan was a prestige power supported by the players, it had to exist!
Therefore, the biggest question now was not whether to accept it or not, but whether the “apology” that the Jackals had come up with could make the players feel satisfied?

“This Riptide Knights are something.”

Dirtbike sat on a limp chair and whispered to Pigeon Treasure, who was hiding in the shadows beside him and wiping his staff with a handkerchief:

“This degree of organization of theirs is almost catching up to the legions of players that Stick has painstakingly trained up, I reckon that Stick might have to be anxious for quite a while after these guys officially build their army.”

“No way.”

Pigeon Treasure was looking on the bright side, he waved his hand and said:
“People are RP parties, focusing on the plot experience, and most of them have switched to administrative careers, I reckon the administrative system of Transylvania will have to rely on them to hold it up in the future. All that administrative level shit is enough to keep them busy, and that alone determines that their combat power is unlikely to be stronger than Stick’s legions.

And parading and fighting are two different concepts.

Stick was a war nut and had no interest in management or construction.

He is a professional, and as the saying goes, don’t challenge his interest with his ability to make a living.

But when the level of the human administrative profession comes up later, when one person brings four guards, the Riptide Knights can organize 500 people with just the NPC guards, and can even strategically influence the direction of a skirmish, which is something that even a more powerful combat professional simply can’t do.

However, Mudhead, Meowshark, the highest perception in our Beast Corps, just told me that there are three guys in this batch of newcomers who don’t strike him as being quite right”

Pigeon Treasure looked around and lowered his voice:
“You know that Meowshark takes the hunter route, and after passing the Black Iron Trial the vampire senses have been specialized into the ‘Killing Intent Perception’ talent. He told me that there is a sense of killing that ordinary people don’t have on that ‘Three Brothers of Touching Fish’.

They are very dangerous.

Even more dangerous than Cat.

Cat is just a samurai swordsman, and if you have to compare it, Cat is a sword with a sheath, but these three guys are sheathed swords, do you think that the three of them would be in reality “

“Shhh!”

Hearing Pigeon Bao talk about this mudderton heart, hurriedly blocked his mouth, the knowledgeable middle-aged man looked around, waved his hand and said:

“Don’t say this, play your game on the line, no matter what people’s origins are don’t have more contact with them.”

“Yes, you play your game on the line.”

Next to the always earthly sober Shovel Brother glanced covertly in the direction of Border City Prodigal Son’s six people, he reminded in a low voice:

“For the special nature of this game it would be strange if it wasn’t noticed by the top, but no matter what people’s identities are, being able to enter the game means that the path on Alpha Company’s side has already been traveled. Maybe it’s an official ‘representative’ sent into this place to oversee whether or not something that violates the law will happen in the game.

That’s actually a good thing, you know?

Freedom without regulation would definitely lead to things that no one wants to see.

Moral standards in reality are a mixed bag, not to mention the fact that this game now amplifies everyone’s bias towards good and evil, and if you really want to get depraved, it’s a matter of minutes before you can get some abuse-phobic god-choicers or colorful sinful believers out in the same place.

With rules and regulations in place, when everyone knows where the bottom line is, a lot of rules are naturally agreed upon.”

“Hmm, makes sense.”

Pigeon Treasure nodded repeatedly.

He knew that he was a student and had seen little of society, so he very much trusted the judgment of these knowledgeable elder brothers in this regard.

“What are the brothers chatting about?”

Touch Your Poor, who was riding a Scorpion Lion, slithered over, carrying a small bag in his hand and said to the dirt bike:
“The results of everyone’s lots have been tallied, do you want to take a look now?”

“Look at it!”

The all-risky half-hanging protected by his four female guards spat:
“There’s a voting option in the player interface, the NPC side will count it, why do we still need to draw lots?”

“Hey, isn’t this about ceremony?”

Touch Your Poor heatedly laughed and said:
“Such a big thing has to give everyone a chance to participate in the performance, you guys hurry up and write your own decisions, then I’m going to hand this over to the NPC.”

After a while of fussing, the 214 small players finally reached an agreement before Hogg arrived at the abandoned tax office, and Dorothy piled up the slips of paper with decisions written on them and pretended to look at them.

189 small players agreed to take in the Bloodclaw Clan and negotiate with them, the remaining 25 preferred to see the Smuggler’s Woodland burn.

The decision was also learned at the same time by Murphy, who was far away in the Scarlet Fortress.

The Vampire Lord, who was in the middle of his “Daily Fencing” with Necessary Evil, made a pause, and then expressionlessly marked the IDs of the 25 players who had voted against the decision in his Core Pearl.

These are the guys that need to be “focused on”, but that doesn’t mean that these small players are “hated”.

Completely unnecessary!
For Murphy, these small players with “destructive tendencies” are also the treasures of his heart.

Their disturbing desires can be put into the right context at the right time, and as a manager, he has to learn to utilize his various talents as available methods to achieve his goals.

“Reverno, grant me vision, let me see.”

Murphy in the Scarlet Cloister beckoned, taking the Necessary Evil into his hand and whispering again then closing his eyes.

In the next instant as he closed his eyes, his own field of vision seamlessly switched to an overhead view of the Blood Eating Spirit Vulture that was currently soaring in the sky, below which was the scene that was taking place in the abandoned tax house in the Smuggler’s Woodland.

Under the escort of a dozen or so jackal barbarians riding hyenas, Hogg, the chief of the Blood Claw Clan, also rode on an extremely impressive clan-style armed wolf into the ruins that the players were “gawking” at.

This flamboyant guy also put a flag on the saddle of the armed wolf that he “inherited” from Ken Potter, and on that flag was the crest that he himself designed for the Blood Claw Clan.

But to be honest, being watched by more than 200 fists of warriors was not a good feeling, and the Bloodclaw savages were all very vigilant, some of them even blew up the hairs on their necks.

However Hogg was calm.

He had at least seen the world in Fight Club, and he knew how to deal with these “strange mountain people”. After exchanging glances with Ms. Dorothy, who was hovering in the shadows, Hogg jumped down from his coyote, opened his arms and shouted in a jackal’s strange voice to the five player representatives in front of him:

“Ah, my brave human friends! I’ve been worried about your safety since that dangerous night of parting, and now we can finally meet again, and here’s the reward I promised!”

He shouted a few times towards one of the jackal tamers behind him, and a few seconds later a dozen or so coyote mounts with rough saddles were brought into the ruins.

These coyote mounts were specially tamed, and they were bigger than the vicious bloody hyenas to bring better weight and endurance.

As carriers, their character could not be too aggressive, and they behaved very docilely, so when Hogg handed over the reins of these riding hyenas to the players, these ferocious-looking hyenas only wailed twice and stopped struggling.

Seeing that Hogg had simply paid the quest rewards, the anger of the Administrative Profession players also dissipated a lot.

Especially when Hogg then drove the jackals to pile up the various trophies they had collected from Kenport’s campsite in the ruins that night, such a frank and non-bargaining attitude made the five player representatives even more satisfied.

They immediately sent their professional accountants “Punching the Galaxy” and “Ruthless Harpoon Worm” to count the loot, and after a few minutes these two came to a rough conclusion.

“It gave almost a third, counting the ones we scavenged earlier, the smaller half is in our hands.”

Infinity Horse Fork Worm leaned on a lion spear decorated with the Blood Wyvern insignia and reported to the group of veteran players in front of them:

“The rest of those needless to say, are all ‘benefits’ to be given to the Scarlet Fortress Logistics Office, but right now these can be exchanged for a few thousand gold coins according to the exchange price given by the Administrative Office side, and divided equally amongst the brothers is about a hundred gold each.

To be honest, this income had already exceeded everyone’s mental expectations.

Of course this is for the veteran players, there is no share for the new players.”

“Of course they don’t, this is what we’ve earned back with our desperate efforts, but I think these jackals must have kept a share for themselves.”

Pigeon Treasure whispered:
“Should we ask for more? We fought all the battles, who could be happy with them taking those out of thin air?”

“That won’t be necessary.”

Dirtbike shook his head and explained:

“Right now we all agreed to support the Blood Claw Clan, those trophies are considered as a necessary investment to arm these friendly jackals, we can’t really let them use their claws to hunt. And since it’s a prestigious force there must be a quartermaster afterward, they don’t have anything on hand, how can they send out quests to give rewards ah?
It’s not like you can just swipe out equipment and possessions in this game, right?
You see, right now the monsters around Scarlet Fort are pretty much taken care of, but newbies always need a practice area, so I guess this Bloodclaw Clan and the Smuggler’s Woodland will become the place for new players to practice afterward.

There’s no chance that this new camp was launched just for that.”

“Well, that’s true.”

Pigeon Treasure nodded, and the Honor Knight next to him, Tepal, agreed that there was nothing wrong with this statement.

Hogg had been watching them.

After realizing that these mountain folk warriors were satisfied with what it had taken out, the cunning Jackal Chief immediately stepped forward and said:
“Warriors, we’ve settled the matter about the trophies, so why don’t we talk about cooperation next?”

“Huh?”

Dirtbike was surprised and looked at Hogg, who was up to his shoulders, and he said suspiciously:
“What else do you want to work with us on? Kenport’s legions have been routed, you’re already the only large jackal clan that exists in Transylvania, Lord Murphy spared you, so it’s logical that there’s no longer any threat to your new life, right?”

“There is, and it’s a pain in the ass!”

At the mention of this matter, Hogg burst into a sad frown.

He shouted a few times towards his “squire” Nash, and the cunning jackal hunter, who was as short as Hogg, immediately carried a large bag and walked to the front of the warriors, dumping the contents of the bag on the ground as his chief had instructed him to do.

A putrid odor immediately greeted them, and the delicate new players immediately pinched their noses and screamed and scattered amidst cries of crouching, but the veteran players didn’t care, they had long ago thrown their sense of smell into the ninth layer of hell when they fought ghouls in the sewers.

Now this point can not shake their steel nose, on the contrary, the jackal brought the “sample” immediately attracted their attention.

“This is… Skeletons?”

Bull looked at the scattered pile of gray bones at his feet.

Puzzled, he crouched down and plucked these strange bones with his battle-armored fingers; as a vampire, although his senses were weakened by the sunlight, it wasn’t hard to find that there was still some yet-to-be-dissipated grim psychic energy remaining in these cracked bones.

“Right! It’s an evil spirit! Goldtooth, the dog-headed geomancer of the clan, told me that these evil spirits come from the deeper part of the smuggler’s woodland bordering on the Filthy Swamp, and that it’s an army of skeletons! Very fierce, very powerful, and in great numbers.”

Hogg explained to the older players in the odd voice of a jackal:
“I brought my people here to settle, we had intended to lick our wounds before offering our strength to Lord Murphy’s reign, however we were attacked by these bones on our first night of camping.

They have been scattered all over the woodlands and have caused my people a great deal of headache.

They are very aggressive.

I’ve already lost several powerful barbarian soldiers in the past few days, and I’m not going to lie to you, warriors, if this keeps up, my clan won’t be able to hold out much longer. I would like to hire you to help us clear out these damn bones!

Take back the most fertile area of the woodlands to use as a great beast den for Clan Bloodclaw.”

This was clearly a quest being handed out, but the veteran players didn’t accept it right away.

They were waiting for Bull’s summary after examining the skeletons, and what made Bull feel familiar was that he saw the badly rusted Goldfinch Kingdom cavalry insignia in these skeletons.

It immediately brought Bull’s mind back to the “distant” memories of the night the first group of warriors had ambushed the Goldenrod transports in the Smuggler’s Woods.

He remembers very clearly that the three Canary Blossom cavalrymen he poked to death in that night of swords had such badges on them!

Considering that he was in the Smuggler’s Woods right now and that Hogg’s clan of jackals was under attack from the Skeleton Legion, a rather chilling suspicion came to mind.

“Crap! I’m afraid we didn’t make this happen?”

Bull said to the others in private chat:
“Remember the transportation team that was killed by Missy’s Midnight Hunters in the Smuggler’s Woodland Blockade? I now have a strong suspicion that those uncollected corpses turned into these legions of skeletons that are terrorizing the woodlands!
Just like when we dug a hole in Moorland Village and buried the bodies of the villagers in it and ended up with a ghoul’s lair, we didn’t realize that there would be a follow-up to the original storyline?
This development team is too meticulous, right?”

“Huh?”

Niu Niu’s speculation made the expression of a group of veteran players turn odd, if Niu Niu’s speculation was right, then the trouble that Hogg was encountering now was really a thunderbolt that was only planted by them when they had left their hands unattended.

This.
The boomerang flew back and stabbed itself?

“No!”

The humanly sober Shoveler immediately shook his head and retorted:
“That transportation team is only 200 or so at the top, according to Hogg, these skeletons have spread all over the Smuggler’s Woodland, their numbers are definitely exaggerated, there’s definitely something wrong here!”

“So?”

Pigeon Treasure whispered:
“Will this mission be taken or not?”

“Yes!”

Shovel narrowed his eyes as he looked at the lush Smuggler’s Woodland in front of him and said in a determined tone:

“There’s definitely a hidden plot in this line digging deeper! I told you that the development team couldn’t just casually arrange for a new power to debut, and it’s not likely that the Blood Claw Clan is the guiding force that opens the hidden plot. But we can’t just pick it up.
We need to find a way to squeeze more out of Hogg!

Think of it as a ‘family silver benefit’ for the new brothers.”

(End of chapter)