387.Chapter 385 384 From King of the Forest Clearing to Swamp Lord

Chapter 385: From King of the Woodland Clearing to Swamp Lord
Hogg soon waited for the “buyer” in his den, sooner than the Bloodclaw Chief could have imagined.

The Honest Dogman may be a novice, but he’s got a bunch of guys who can really fly.

The best part was that Transylvania had recently entered the fall season, and the rainy weather had made the sun’s presence rare, giving the vampires the freedom to move about.

Therefore, the newest coffin carrier, Dog Egg, was carried all the way here by Che Che and Good Dove with one of their arms in the air, and didn’t even need to rent a horse to run over like other bitter newbies, which is fast and hassle-free, the only problem is that it’s not very friendly to people who are afraid of heights.

But fortunately, the honest dog egg is not afraid of heights.

However, he was certain that these two assholes must have done it on purpose!
This was evident from the unconcealed expressions of joy and pleasure on their pale faces, appreciating the fact that Brother Dog Egg’s shouted terror along the way had satisfied the two assholes.

And the experience of flying all the way over here at near-sonic speeds made Dog Egg lose feeling in both arms, and the two warring strands nearly sat on their asses.

But the guy was tough.

He knew the two bad guys wanted to see him in a sorry state, but even though he was on the verge of throwing up, he just gritted his teeth and kept his mouth shut to keep them from getting what they wanted.

“Ah, warriors from the Scarlet Fortress! Come, come, come, Chief Hogg has prepared for you what you need.”

The one who came running on a hyena to greet the three guys was Hogg’s adjutant, the hunting team leader of the Bloodclaw Clan, Nash, and this guy was also allotted an arithmetic pearl allowing it to realize communication with the players.

This short man like Hogg possessed a cunning intelligence very similar to Hogg’s, and a touch of wit was reflected in its green eyes.

It also knew very well that during this period of time, the Blood Claw Clan was able to quickly take control of the rich Smuggler’s Woodland, allowing its people to live a good life without worrying about food and clothing thanks to the hard work of this group of warriors.

More importantly, Nash had seen these warriors hunting the skeleton army with his own eyes, and it knew that once the two sides were hostile, his own Bloodclaw Clan would most likely be crushed and slaughtered in a very short period of time.

Chief Hogg’s wisdom was correct.

Maintaining a good relationship with these scary guys from the Scarlet Fortress would be beneficial and harmless to the Bloodclaw Clan, and driven by this thought, Nash’s attitude towards the warriors was very warm.

He had even developed a few “acquaintances” among the players, and would occasionally assign them a little bit of dangerous and profitable quests as a way to brush up their “goodwill”.

This wave belongs to brushing each other’s goodwill, and the final result is the achievement of a “good friendship story”.

“Yo, Nash, you’ve gained a lot of weight lately, much better than your previous skin and bones.”

Che’s optimistic personality makes it impossible for him to be a fucking racist, so he’s one of Nash’s few “friends”.

Taking the initiative to greet the short jackal hunting captain in front of him, while Nash rode his coyote quacking and grinning, and with another thieving look from side to side, he took two rough wooden keys out of the leather pouch at his waist and tossed them to Cart and Good Dove, he lowered his voice and said:
“Thank you for the human spirits and flavored bacon you sneaked me last time, my people loved it and I made a small fortune because of it.

I buried you two’s share in the same place as before.

Remember to pick it up sometime.”

“Good to hear.”

Good Dove and Che Che laughed and put the key away without any psychological burden.

Under the current situation where the commercial exchanges between Scarlet Fortress and the Blood Claw Clan were monopolized by the Batasin Chamber of Commerce, Good Pigeon and Che Che’s actions undoubtedly belonged to “smuggling”, but after all, they had a special identity, so even if the Batasin Chamber of Commerce or the Blood Rats Gang found out about it, they couldn’t do anything about it.

Of course, this kind of thing can not be done openly, after all, this group of small players also want to face, so can only be small-scale sneak to.

It was good that Nash’s appetite was not too big now.

It was very cunning, it knew that after what it did was discovered by Chief Hogg, it couldn’t escape a whip itself.

But there was no way around the fact that there were four female jackals and six cubs to feed at home, leaving Nash with no choice but to secretly use his position to engage in a little side business to improve his life.

Those four female jackals are Nash in the previous collapse of the Kenport camp saved, six cubs are not its children, but from the jackals savage character in the only bit of human nature light, so that Nash shouldered the responsibility of taking care of them.

This was something that Hogg appreciated, and was more at ease with Nash II.

A fellow with a conscience!
Even if it was a jackal, it was trustworthy.

Led by the enthusiastic Nash, Good Dove, Cart and Dog Egg, who came to Smuggler’s Woodland for the first time and looked at everything with curiosity, soon arrived at the Bloodclaw Clan’s Great Beast Den.

This place used to be a gentle hill, but now it has been dug by the Blood Claw Clan’s dogheads into a rather “spectacular” kiln-like form, but connected to each other by passages.

Just on the ground part of the “kiln” all over can already show the blood claw clan’s “strong troops and horses”, and in the underground area there are also four-way tunnel connection, enough to let the defense of this lair pull full.

This clan-style lair and the Scarlet Fortress are two very different areas, and those strange flags waving around are full of strong clan style, which also made Dog Egg feel enlightened by the unconventional art style of this ghost game.

Soon, he saw Chief Hogg who was waiting for them in a wide hole in the ground.

Today’s Hogg seemed to be traveling far away.

It has changed into a lightweight leather armor next to his mighty and domineering seat wolf is napping, and in the side of Hogg stood a row of skeleton army like exhibits waiting for the guests to choose.

“Skeleton shield, skeleton swordsman, skeleton bowman, skeleton spear thrower, skeleton cavalry and skeleton mage, this is my current hand all the skeleton army type.

Pick one for yourself, no need to be formal, just pick one.”

Hogg grinned, taking on the accent of His Excellency the Chief, brandishing the Seatwolf Leather Whip that Nash had so carefully woven for himself, and said to the blinkered-eyed Dogman:
“I can guarantee that they won’t resist your death march, but ‘free’ help is only good for this one time, and it’s a reward for my friends in the ‘Scarlet Beast Corps’ for helping me retake the Smuggler’s Woodlands.

If you want more after that, you’ll have to help Clan Bloodclaw as much as your friends!
I mean to help each other and get what we need, Clan Bloodclaw still has a lot of work waiting to be done by awesome warriors, and we are prepared to pay you accordingly and reasonably.”

“Can I really pick one for free?”

Dogman was instantly interested.

He rubbed his hands together and thanked the cunning jackal chief in front of him for his generosity, but Che Che and Good Dove beside him were unimpressed.

Hogg’s generosity was conditional, and they had done quests here in the Bloodclaw Clan before.

In their eyes, although Hogg is smart, but belongs to the jackal savagery habit is still affecting it, the same is to send out the task, Lord Murphy’s side can let a person like a spring breeze, while Hogg’s side can only let a person feel a kind of cold fair trade.

Of course, this kind of stereotype was obviously also related to Hogg’s bad face value, but no matter what, in this matter of being an NPC, Hogg was still far from being proficient.

It was a novice at best.

“I’ll take this one! This one looks awesome.”

After a bit of selection, Dog Egg Brother finally chose the Skeleton Cavalryman riding a Skeleton Horse.

Hogg didn’t care that this guy chose the “most expensive” one, in his opinion, the Skeleton Army was a consumable item, and with the small players’ overly “wild” fighting style and overly violent fighting intensity, sooner or later they would break this thing, and then they would come back here to buy new minions. Then they will come back to buy new minions.

Well, in that case, you should probably expect the warriors to break it.

As Dogmeat very unskillfully casts the spell of Death Conscription to sign a servant contract with the Skeleton Cavalry, it holds the Command Sectional Staff in its hand to suppress the Skeleton Cavalry’s mental resistance.

Hogg has had the staff for more than a day or two now, and he has learned and mastered the use of the staff and has gained some knowledge of undead creatures.

Although the undead are dead, they are given a certain amount of “free will” when they are pulled back to earth from the embrace of death in the underworld, and if you want to enslave the undead, you have to fight against this “will of the dead”.

This is very difficult for beginners, and newbies like Dog Egg who have been transferred for less than a day don’t even want to think about it. But now with Hogg’s help, Dog Egg completed the enslavement very smoothly, but this process also extracted all the pitiful spiritual energy from Dog Egg’s body, so that he could only sit on the ground while panting and resting, and at the same time feeling the changes brought by the strange undead contract.

His own will seemed to have been extended out, bound to the skeleton cavalry in a kind of “binding” way, and he could give some vague instructions to it.

This kind of command will be gradually refined as his understanding of the profession of the coffin carrier and his psychic ability to manipulate it improves.

According to the stories he heard from Lady Tris when he was transferred, it was said that the Masters of the Undead in the Holy City of the Moon could even command the zombie brides under their command to perform a desert-inspired belly dance for their guests that was no less than that of an elegant dancer.

But that legendary realm was obviously still a bit far away for Dog Egg.

“That sectional staff!”

Che Che, who was a Blood Torturer, keenly noticed the commanding knuckle staff at Hogg’s waist, and he tentatively asked:

“Can I sell it?”

“You have a good eye, greedy warrior.”

Hogg wasn’t angry at the warrior for coveting its treasure; instead, the wily jackal said in a mysterious voice as he mounted his own seated wolf and drew the pie smoothly:

“I would gladly gift it to you, just not yet, I only have this knuckleduster in my hand I still have to use it to arch my clan.

But in the future it may be possible, perhaps in the future I will present this powerful magic weapon as a gift to those friends of the Bloodclaw Clan.

Aye.
As long as we can be good friends!

Everything that exists in our treasury, everything I own can be given to you.

For now, however, I must take my leave, so please let your friends manage their skeleton cavalry, and don’t let it rampage through my den.

Also, my hunters tell me that the portion of the Woodlands bordering the Andromeda Hills has been infested with vampires of the Wolfsbane Clan lately.

Why don’t you grant those enemies eternal death in the name of Lord Murphy. Oh, that beautiful word called ‘eternal silence’ is such a tongue twister for a jackal’s tongue.”

With that said, Hogg rode the mighty Seatwolf and quickly disappeared into the Great Beast’s Den under the arch of Nash and several elite hunters and brute soldiers.

Left behind, Che Che and Good Dove stared wide-eyed as Che Che spat:
“It’s not even if I’m being viciously pie-painted by Lord Murphy, how is it that even the Jackals can pie-paint me here? The NPCs in this game one by one are really eye-opening.”

“But you have to admit that Hogg’s pie, although blunt and lacking in depth, is well drawn.”

Good Dove narrowed his eyes and said:

“That Command Sectional Staff! That thing definitely effectively enhances the destructive power of us psychics, and if Hogg, a jackal thief, can use it, then we can use it just as well and better.

If Hogg’s clan can actually sell such things in the future, then this place won’t just be a must-brush prestige for hunters, but psionic masters will flock to it as well.

That said, hasn’t Meowshark been brushing up on the Bloodclaw Clan’s reputation lately so he can learn the secret art of taming hyenas?
I think we should give him a bit of support so that he can be the first minor player to brush the Bloodclaw Clan to Worship, so that we can prioritize this wave of version dividends.”

“Good idea! Let’s go and find Meow Shark.”
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“This way! Chief, you can get to where you’re going faster from this side.”

Hogg and his group quickly took the path known only to jackals into the Filthy Swamp.

This foul-smelling swamp for ordinary people was very comfortable for the jackals, and even the hyenas and wolves under their crotches felt some kind of “joy” in the splashing mud and started to play wildly.

Nash, as the hunt leader, led the way, familiar with the swamp from the many times he had led clan hunters into the swamp in the past.

However, Nash knew what Hogg was going to do today, so in between breaks after traveling for an hour, Nash came over and wagged his tail and whispered:

“Chief, do you really want to risk contact with those dangerous plague warlocks? Will they kill us? That big dumb bastard Kenport isn’t exactly friendly with us.

It calls us ‘crippled bitches’.

I reckon all the jackals from the Dark Mountains have that kind of arrogance.”

“It’s not a matter of whether I want to or not, Nash.”

As Hogg munched on the air-dried venison, he glanced at the arithmetic bead he had hanging from his wrist with a brightly lit quest directly from Lord Murphy.

It was an order he couldn’t refuse.

“I first thought it would be enough to satisfy me that our clan could remain safely in the Smuggler’s Woodlands, however, Nash, I realized the moment I realized Lord Murphy and his warriors were preparing to march into the swamps that perhaps there is more to the future of Clan Bloodclaw than just hiding in the woodlands.”

Hogg enjoyed discussing these issues with Nash.

Not only because Nash had a similar origin to it, but also because Nash was smart enough to understand Hogg’s thoughts.

Chief Bloodclaw looked at the rotten swamp in front of him that was separated from its view by the intertwined vines of low trees, and it whispered:
“This swamp, Nash, we might be able to have it! We could build a ‘kingdom’ of our own for the Bloodclaw Jackals in this hidden swamp.

It’s more secluded and richer here.

It’s a heavenly place for humans to shun but for us to live in it.

The Smuggler’s Woodlands can hold too few clansmen, and only by taking the Filthy Swamp, and only after I become ‘Swamp Lord’, will the Bloodclaw Clan be able to grow to a stronger point.

And you’ve seen the scene where those skeleton armies attacked us mercilessly.

Even though they were controlled by the Plague Warlock, those who are supposed to be our fellow countrymen don’t care about us at all.”

Hogg grunted and said:
“They are not even as friendly to us as Lord Murphy’s warriors, so if that’s the case, why don’t we take advantage of the fact that they will inevitably be crushed and make a hard score for our clan?”

Nash cringed a little at hearing the chief’s ambition.

As smart as he was, he didn’t have Hogg’s outlandish experiences nor did he have a vampire to open the door to ambition for him.

At the sight of Nash’s tail hanging low in fear, Hogg blinked as it tapped Nash on the shoulder with a paw and whispered:

“I’ll leave you the Smuggler’s Woodland after I take my clan into the swamp, Nash, and you can start your own clan there.”

“No, I won’t!”

Nash was even more scared, it screamed in fear:

“I know the story of ‘Nash One’, the rest of the clan just thought it was bad luck, but I know why it died, Chief, I swear to the Lord of the Hunt!
I will never betray you!”

“Ha, don’t be afraid.”

Hogg nodded in satisfaction as it stood up and ate the dried venison in its hand in one bite, saying:
“Lord Murphy said it well, fear is also a motivation! Keep up with me then, or the next ‘Nash’ will take your place.

Let’s go, Plague Town is just ahead.

Let’s make contact with those arrogant plague warlocks in the name of the remnants of Lord Kenport’s party, just as an early look at how rich a legacy we can ‘inherit’ from them.”

(End of chapter)