404.Chapter 402 – 401 – Crap, why did you guys waste another novice?

Chapter 402 401.Crouch How do you guys dry waste another newbie village ah! -[Plus 810

Another dawn arrives in Transylvania, and in the great beast den of the Smuggler’s Woodland, Lord Hogg, the Bloodclaw Chief, who has been having a good spring and a good little life lately, moves his body and emerges from his cave.

He wiped his eyes, which were full of cunning and wisdom, and wagged his short, bald tail to put on the hood of his “assassin’s suit”, hiding his face in the darkness as usual.

He stood at the highest point of the great den and looked down.

It was just dawn, but the clan, which had been very “diligent” under its own careful management, had already awakened.

The Bloodclaw hunters on coyotes marched in small groups around the woodland under the leadership of their respective captains, completing their morning patrols and bringing back some fresh meat and forest fruits and vegetables for the clan, while the stronger jackal barbarians marched towards the outposts on the outskirts of the woodland under the leadership of Captain Maltai Wisdom.

They are going to complete today’s change of guard with the barbarians under the command of Captain Van Gorey, who is stationed there. Maltai and Van Gorey are two of the strongest barbarians under Hogg’s command, and they have Hogg’s trust, but of course they are still a little bit worse than Nash, who is very good at guessing Hogg’s mind.

And not only the brigands have already set off, even the female jackals under the leadership of several mates of Hogg’s chiefs have also entered the cave below the den to finish their work, the leather obtained from the prey in the forest needs to be processed and then sent to Scarlet Castle in bulk through the channels of the Blood Rats gang.

There was a dedicated leather merchant from the Batasin Chamber of Commerce who would take these “unknown” but good quality items and pay for them with grain.

In short, under Hogg’s leadership, the jackals of the Bloodclaw Clan were famous for their “hard work”, and they never slept “lazily” after occupying the fertile smuggler’s woodland.

Hogg, with the talent of the sky and the earth, and under the advice of his own “dog master”, assigned each member of the clan a job, and as Viktor taught him, Hogg didn’t want to see his own clan members wandering around with nothing to do.

The only way to keep them busy was to keep everyone busy, so they wouldn’t have time to think.

Of course, as chief Hogg had to lead by example.

It had its own work to do!

When a group of supposedly lively and mischievous little jackals came to the chief’s tent in a neat procession with the heavy heart of visiting the grave, today’s “lesson” began right on time when the first rays of sunlight shone into the big den.

Chief Hogg himself gave the lesson!

It also deleted and changed the “teaching materials” used by the young jackals of the Bloodclaw Clan, and after realizing that the underdeveloped brains of the young jackals were unable to comprehend more complex knowledge, Hogg shifted the focus of his teaching to the field of “jackal history”.

He focused on the experiences of the four Black Plagues and the rise and fall of the King of Bones.

He hoped to make his tribe’s cubs realize that although the Transylvanian jackals and the Dark Mountain jackals are from the same source, they are not “compatriots”, let alone any racial friendship.

This also came from the advice of his own “dog master”.

Vikrama considered Hogg a friend.

She didn’t want Hogg and his clan to be purged, so she suggested that Hogg start “reforming” the Transylvanian jackals’ view of history and the world from now on.

The jackals of the Dark Mountains are undoubtedly wolves who want to take over the continent, and should be ruthlessly defeated.

But these Transylvanian jackals are also the “victims” of the Black Plague War, and their breeding in Transylvania could have been integrated into this land, precisely because the jackals of the Dark Mountain Range are unwilling to give up the act of war, which directly led to them being implicated as “enemies of civilization! “.

Hogg is very smart, it keenly realized that the small reed name to provide this set of “rhetoric” once promoted will be able to effectively improve the local jackals living situation.

The most important thing is that once the “cut”, as long as you wait for the passage of time, you and your own clan will be able to logically become a member of Lord Murphy’s Transylvania under the command of the land, and from then on completely get rid of the destiny of being hunted as prey.

However, this kind of “cutting” is risky.

Hogg knows very well, in the current background of the fifth black plague will come, once his own initiative to cut behavior was discovered by the jackals in the dark mountain range, then waiting for himself and the local jackals will be from the “distant relatives” of the crazy slaughter.

Regardless of the race, traitors are the most hated.

Therefore, this matter must be carried out in secret.

The adult jackals were left alone for now, their minds were already solidified and hard to be reversed, but these cubs would naturally reach Hogg’s idea of how he wished to change the status quo as long as they were well educated and waited for them to reach adulthood when they were kicked out of the clan to flourish in the rest of Transylvania.

These were seeds, representing something wonderful that would blossom and bear fruit in the future.

Of course all of this assumes that Clan Bloodclaw must survive the Black Plague.

In fact, Hogg also made a “two-handed plan”, when Lord Murphy is still alive, he will fulfill his mission and duties as a “pangolin”, but if Lord Murphy and his warriors fail, then as the leader of the local jackals, Hogg will surrender to his distant relatives. But if Lord Murphy and his warriors fail, then as the leader of the local jackals, Hogg will lead the crowd to surrender to his distant relatives.

At the very least, a presence is guaranteed!

Aye!
Existence is the most realistic and important thing.

Existence is everything, everything for the sake of existence!
In such thoughts, Hogg quickly finished telling the cubs about the experience of the Third Black Plague.

This kind of “storytelling” was accepted by the young jackals who were sick of learning, and it was the most relaxing moment in their learning life, but after the storytelling, they had to learn to write and read, and learning Transylvanian writing was very difficult for the jackals, and the structure of their throats decided that it was very difficult for them to pronounce words in the same way as human beings.

But the helpless situation is that the local jackals do not have their own writing, and the jackals in the Dark Mountains are unlikely to teach them the jackal language, Hogg forced them to learn it is also a helpless action.

After the morning’s reading and writing practice, there is also “skills training” at noon, according to the different areas of expertise of the young jackals, there will be clan members to teach them from skinning to collecting herbs, and even catching fish and pulling out birds’ eggs, and other survival skills, which is in order for them to have a skill.

In the afternoons, they are taught to fight by the clan’s brigands and hunters, and the combat practice continues until nightfall.

Hogg’s “lesson time” was completely modeled after the teaching model that Professor Malcolm had developed for the human children at Scarlet Fortress, which he felt was a very good way to pass on and cultivate, and could effectively prevent the little cubs from growing up to be as stupid and stubborn as their parents.

The results of this period of education were remarkable.

Although the clan’s cubs are no different from other cubs in appearance, they can already effectively complete the “tasks” that Hogg commanded them to do, and after the Transylvanian warriors arrived at the beast’s lair, these cubs would use their half-baked Transylvanian to communicate with them, brushing up on their “favorability”. “The little cubs will communicate with them in half-familiar Transylvanian after the Transylvanian warriors arrive at the lair.

It’s a two-for-one deal.

However, today, the little cubs are blessed, because Chief Hogg today to go to the swamp to do business, so the morning literacy practice will be handed over to the chief’s close friend, the name of the “gold teeth” dog head man elder to be in charge.

Although Golden Tooth is also very strict, but in the end it is not a jackal, and can not be like Chief Hogg on the “physical punishment” means, which will make the cubs much better.

After two hours of “morning reading”, Hogg ate his venison breakfast and checked the completion of the cubs’ homework yesterday, and after seeing that no one was slacking off, he shook his hand and left, and then ordered all his soldiers and horses to take Nash into the filthy swamp once again.

This time their purpose is very clear, on the way without detours soon reached the plague town, because Hogg got the acceptance of the plague warlocks, so this time to enter the town unimpeded.

Riding a wolf, he ignored the fierce and vicious eyes of those bone-biting brutes around him, and went straight to the tectonic tower and successfully found the madman Crippled Claw, who had just finished an autopsy.

At this time, there was only one day left before Hogg’s poisoning, and Crippled Claw was surprised to see it.

It had thought Hogg was dead.

“Here! What you asked for.”

Hogg threw a dirty psychic energy pocket to Crippled Claw with a displeased face, the latter took it in his hand and opened it, then let out a wail of joy, the bag contained several petrified Vampire Hearts, the heart shaped gems that emitted midnight power and blood made Crippled Claw’s heart satisfied.

“You’re a marvelous fellow, Hoggle.”

Crippleclaw moved its trademark eyes that had no common focus to speak of as it appraised Hogg:

“I’ve never seen a jackal live so well after hunting vampires so cleanly, but I smell more blood on you, do you have any other vampire hearts in your possession?
Why don’t you take it out?” “This can’t be given to you for nothing.”

Hogg removed another pocket from the back of his waist, which contained the remaining vampire hearts.

In the past six days, it had delegated the Command Staff it had gotten from Crippled Claw as a reward for the “Smuggler’s Woodland Hunt”, which had irritated the psionic players to the point of wailing.

They formed several temporary teams and used the maps provided by the jackals to cross the border from the filthy swamp to the Cato region, and started a frantic hunt for the Wolfsbane Vampire outsiders there, allowing Hogg to get 25 Vampire Hearts in six days.

Of course the Command Sectional Staff it had on hand was also almost divided up.

Hogg now needed new rewards to maintain the “warrior motivation” that he had managed to mobilize, and this was also the second purpose of his visit to Plague Town, apart from detoxification.

The Blood Claw Chief had already seen the terrifying potential of the players.

He had become addicted to this superb and powerful labor force, and he wasn’t going to let go of it.

“You’re going to have to trade something good for these Vampire Hearts, in order to get them, my clan suffered heavy damages and also made enemies with the vampires in the Cato region. Now in addition to the blood vulture vampires of Transylvania who are looking for me, the Wolfsbane clan has me as a thorn in their side!”

Hogg screamed and cursed:
“The Skeleton Army and the Command Sectional Staff you gave me were both depleted in such an operation, and even I almost died myself in that hellhole, so, Crippled Claw, you want more, you’re going to have to pay more.

I need to be paid too!”

“Better to detoxify first, my able and good friend.”

Crippleclaw let out an odd laugh and tossed a tube of oddly colored potion to Hogg.

The latter put it under his nostrils and sniffed it almost yue out by the stench, but it didn’t have an item identification function to determine the authenticity of the item, although it wasn’t sure if the madman in front of him would set it up again, but there was no other way to do this in someone else’s territory, so it could only boldly pinch its nose and pour it down.

But the crippled claw did not do anything this time.

Although the potion is disgusting, but the effect is great, after a few minutes Hogg can feel the body of the toxin coiled in the body so that it has been feeling the pressure of late in the rapid dissipation, thinking on the dizziness of the feeling is also much better.

“Follow me!”

Crippledpaw waved his paw and limped Hogg into the depths of the tectonic tower.

Leading him into his own “laboratory”, which, without exaggeration, was stacked like a garbage heap, but every single thing was made by Crippled Claw himself.

“Feel free to take whatever you see, it’s my reward for a capable friend.”

Crippledclaw opened his arms wide and let his salivation run down the sides of his mouth as he exclaimed:

“I will soon be working on the development of a bloodsucking giant zombie, and the body and head of Kenport that you sent me last time has been stitched together, yes, a masterpiece of mine is about to be born! I need to do a major cleanup of my lab.”

“Huh? So everything here is mine?”

Hogg’s heart was delighted, but it immediately chided with a stern face:

“What do you take me for? A garbage man with no dignity? I’m not going to unconditionally help you get rid of this garbage . Blanch! What the hell is this?”

It felt something crawling up its back, which creeped Hogg out.

When he turned back, he saw a strange pale broken hand being thrown to the ground like a living thing, but it flexibly used its fingers to support its “body” and “looked” towards Hogg’s side.

This broken hand is covered with rotten bandages, from the strange blue skin with traces of stitches and its strange finger structure can be seen that this is not a jackal or human hand.

It was clearly some sort of undead creation, most likely possessing a mind of its own.

“You can’t tell about this damn thing, it’s weird yes, but it’s quite chic looking.”

Hogg circled around the severed hand a few times.

It immediately realized the “value” of this thing, the warriors would definitely like this kind of weird stuff. In Lord Murphy’s words, you can’t just give equipment and money, small pets and decorations are also necessary.

“Can you make something like this?”

Hogg grabbed the odd severed hand from the ground letting it frantically fidget in his paw like a cranky imp, and twisted his head back to Crippled Claw who had begun sniffing for the vampire’s heart with his nostrils:
“I’m going to need something like this, the more the better.”

“Oh, the Thief’s Hand?”

Crippledpaw looked back and said:
“It’s a good companion for thieves, and you happen to be a jackal thief, well, well, I know what you need, I have plenty of the stuff, when I was practicing tectonics I had a penchant for collecting severed hands from corpses.

Ah, that was a long time ago.

But every thief’s hand seals the soul of an unlucky thief called back to earth from the underworld with no peace, and that is said to be the final destination given by the god of death under the bright moon to all thieves with unclean hands.

You can’t tame it that easily.

It will only obey powerful thieves and pickpockets and help them steal bags.”

“Snap.”

The bag filled with the vampire’s heart was dropped at Crippledpaw’s feet, and the Master Corpse Constructor nodded contentedly, tossing Hogg the bone key to his lab and leaving it alone.

Half an hour later, carrying a large bag, Hogg left the Tectonic Tower with a full harvest.

It looked back at Plague Town, which was always shrouded in gray smoke.

Hogg had a feeling that this might be the last time he came here as one of his own.

Lord Murphy was already planning an attack on this place, and perhaps next time he would take it over as an occupier, but his heart was full of longing for the future, as the Smuggler’s Woods was only so big, and it would be difficult to support his clan’s growth and development.

If it could take over the entire Tainted Swamp .
Ha, who would have thought that his ambition would actually grow to such a frightening extent at some point in time?
On the way back, Nash grabbed the grumpy and restless Hand of the Dead in his hand and smacked it to try to tame the ghostly thing, and spoke to Chief Hogg, who was full of thoughts:

“Chief, the bones that were harassing our clan in Smuggler’s Woodland have been pretty much cleared out by the Warriors, we have no more enemies left for them to hunt, and lately they’ve been discussing what to do with the ‘rewards’ we’ve given them, so what should we do next?
Let them leave after dividing the rewards?”

“No! Can’t!”

Hogg was creeped out and subconsciously retorted:
“They are Clan Bloodclaw’s most valuable friends, we can’t just let them just leave, there are no enemies in the woodlands, but there are outside! There are in the Cato area, and there are in the swamp! Right! There are plenty of enemies in the swamp.
If there are no enemies we find them, we create them!
More enemies mean more quests, and more rewards will attract more warriors! Until they come to think of us as ‘one of their own’ from the bottom of their hearts! We need their approval more than they need our treasure.
This can’t go on!
Nash, I’m going back to Plague Town!”

Chief Bloodclaw narrowed his eyes, a fierce glint flashing in its green eyes as it whispered:

“Go provoke those bone-biting bastards! Steal their stuff! Steal their treasures! Lure them into the woodlands by whatever means. The warriors will see their friends being attacked by mad jackals from the swamp, and then they’ll realize that we’re not in league with those bastards.

I’ll issue just the right quest to guide them into the swamp.
Right!
That’s it!
Well, I can probably understand Murphy-sama’s thought process.”

(End of chapter)