503.Chapter 501: 500 Hogg’s Ghostly Little Mission II

Chapter 501: 500. Hogg’s Little Quest for the Ghost II
The thermite combat knife that Murphy got was part of the “far traveler” personal protection gear, and it didn’t even have a special name, considering that the description of the protection gear indicated that it wasn’t a high-end product.

That’s not good.

So the vampire lord used his Mother Midnight-blessed ingenuity to name his new sword “Firetooth”, and was rightly scorned by Lady Tris.

Although this thing in a sense belongs to the category of “black technology”, although it is a mass-produced version of the miracle artifact, no matter in the attributes or special effects are much worse than the “necessary evil” this kind of [data deletion] hand-rolled things, but even worse miracle artifacts are also the current era. The Miracle Artifact is also something that can’t be analyzed and manufactured in this era.

Although this Thermal Sword is not necessarily more powerful than the various spiritual weapons produced by the continent’s craftsmen, not to mention comparing it to the Griffin in Kudel’s hand, but having a “Miracle Artifact” label obviously makes this thing’s collector’s value increase greatly.

Maxim was obviously aware of the value of this batch of weapons and gauntlets.

The loyal general didn’t even use his subordinates, but flew back and forth from the swamp to the Scarlet Fortress three times by himself and even brought Adele along with him before returning all the gauntlets and weapons from the arsenal to the Blood Vulture Treasure Trove before dawn.

Adele asked him where Murphy had gone, and Maxim replied seriously that their master was trying to understand the mysteries left behind by the Creator, which made Mrs. Adele, who had a little something in her heart, respect him and no longer ask questions.

However, the fact is, Murphy in the rest of the night in the exhibition hall curator’s private bathroom in a beautiful bath, and changed into pajamas in that comfortable bed into the undisturbed dreamland.

That soft and hard moderate bed and automatic flush toilet to Murphy brought a great deal of moving, any person who has not experienced the medieval crossing is difficult to understand his “moving” at this time.

It was a wonderful night for Murphy to “dream back to his past life”.

Even eating junk food and going to sleep had a sense of “ritual”, the only imperfection was that Tris refused his invitation to bathe with him, the Blood Vulture Archduke was obviously more interested in the Creator’s legacy than in doing something shy with his own little puppy.

Which made Murphy regret it.

But he wasn’t disappointed, because everything was going according to plan, and at the current rate of progress, he would be able to take Tris in a little more time!
Of course, the Scarlet Witch is a leprechaun, so she knows how to appease Murphy’s frustration, especially since the sight of Murphy, half-asleep, seeing Trixie in her Farrier’s gauntlets, was a treat for the vampire lord’s eyes.

After all, the only problem with the gauntlet was that it was a standard corset style that practically hugged the body and was perfect as an undershirt, but when worn on a 400 year old goblin like Tris, it went from a serious personal security device to some sort of erotic clothing.
It almost made Murphy not tense up.

But considering that his own strength and Tris compared to the slightly “billion point” gap, so Murphy very sensible to maintain the gentleman’s manners of midnight, did not try to be a time to be a bully.

This kind of performance made Her Excellency the Witch more satisfied.

She actually knew better than anyone else
The last layer of windowpaper between her and Murphy could be broken at any time, but after all, Tris was not a teenage ignorant girl, she was very clear about the trouble she was carrying, and before that potential crisis and shadow dissipated, she did not intend to send little Murphy into a worse situation just for the sake of a little bit of pleasure.

Of course, the vampire lord still had a very “fulfilling” night of scarlet and lovemaking tonight, and the only thing he had to say about that was
The Master Alchemists have really perfected their craft.
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While the vampire lord was enjoying his evening, there was another sleepless man in the same swamp.

Instead of staying in the safety of his own smuggler’s woodland, Chief Hogg had stayed here after the fall of Plague Town, risking attack by the skeletal undead that roamed the area.

It signed a pact with the student party by way of paying a large sum of money enough to bankrupt its clan in exchange for de facto control of the ruins that are Wolfsburg.

With the wild thinking of the jackals in general, Chief Hogg had clearly made a losing deal, but Hogg saw it differently.

It did not even bother to explain too much to the group of ratty guys in the clan, anyway, it is the chief and “deep people’s heart”, it wants to do whatever it wants to do, as long as to ensure that the people do not starve, there is no jackal people will oppose it.

Nash, who is smart enough to understand Hogg’s thoughts, has already been sent back to the woodland to “preside over the situation”, and the “elites” of the clan are being gathered together by Nash, and as soon as the cleanup of the Wolf’s Castle is completed and the reconstruction begins, these jackals will be sent over to help Hogg’s chief will quickly establish his rule around Wolfsburg.

Before, the cleanup work here was slow because of the swamp serpent’s stay, but now that Ool has left, the work efficiency of the dog-head laborers has been raised immediately.

Under Chief Hogg’s pleased gaze, he felt that he only needed to wait for a few more days before he could take over the entire Wolf Castle in style and use this place as the core area to start exerting the influence of the Blood Claw Clan on the entire Filthy Swamp.

Of course, it wasn’t as if Nash, its most trusted companion, hadn’t expressed his opposition to Hogg’s adventure.

Nash thought the Black Plague was coming.

The Filthy Swamp would definitely become the first line of confrontation between the Transylvanians and the Black Plague Jackals, and for Chief Hogg to enter the swamp at this time wasn’t it asking for death?
Whether it was the Transylvanians or the Black Plague Jackals were both something that they, the weak local jackals, simply couldn’t afford to mess with ah!

Hogg scoffed at this concern.

Chief Bloodclaw admitted that he was once filled with fear about the Black Plague, however, now he had learned to look at this matter in a different way as well as from a different perspective.

To put it simply, since Lord Murphy had decided to advance Transylvania’s frontline battlefield to the barren mountain side of the Dark Mountain Range, the Filthy Swamp would become Transylvania’s deep area, not to mention whether the Transylvanians would be able to hold back the jackal army in the Dark Mountain Range, even if the Black Plague jackals really rushed in, what could they do?

Hogg could see clearly that the swamp giant snake had obeyed Lord Murphy, which meant that the deadliest force in the swamp had been used by Lord Murphy!
This means that the closest to the swamp sanctuary of the Wolf Castle will also be in the snake’s defense circle, Lord Murphy never fight unsure of the battle, his warriors never waste time on doomed to failure, since they dare to take the whole of Transylvania’s belonging to bet on the battle can be won, then Hogg chief also have the courage to “sacrifice their lives with the gentleman! “The

It’s like the words that its doggy master, Little Reed Name, said to it when it was terrified in the cage of the Scarlet Fortress:

“Don’t always think about what you will lose, think more about what you can gain! That’s the winner’s mindset!”

These words were Hogg’s program of action.

It believed in it with conviction.

Yet Chief Hogg’s insomnia on this night had nothing to do with that phrase or what it was going to do next.

Chief Bloodclaw’s insomnia tonight came in a very strange way; it had clearly fallen asleep in its makeshift camp near Wolf’s Keep, only to be suddenly awakened and then fall asleep again, and be awakened again.

Hogg couldn’t understand what was interfering with his sleep, but he knew that he was probably experiencing some kind of “psychic event” that was hard to describe.

“This swamp is still fucking evil! I’ll go to the witch hunters’ compound tomorrow and ask Sister Marianne to perform a requiem ceremony on me, I suspect I may be haunted by something foul.”

Awakened from his third sleep, Hogg simply stayed awake.

Cursing, he threw on a plush Yankee cloak he had procured from the Scarlet Fortress, yawned and sat down by the campfire, and took a rolled up piece of animal skin out of his pocket, his “Chief’s Notebook”, on which Hogg’s plans for the future were recorded in crooked writing.

This is still a habit it learned from Lord Murphy, making plans is always a long-term thing, just rely on the brain can not remember all the details and inspiration, the so-called good memory is not as good as a bad pen.

The so-called good memory is not as good as a bad pen. What you think of and what you write down is the basis for ensuring the smooth progress of the plan.

Hogg yawns and puts his previous idea right again, and the jackal savage soldiers patrolling around this temporary camp see the chief so annoyed and do not dare to go up and ask, but they can be sure that there is nothing dangerous in this vicinity, and the hyenas that are slinking around have not smelled the smell of wild animals.

Perhaps the chief’s inability to sleep was a result of eating too much roasted crocodile for lunch? Or maybe it was because it was thinking too much?

After all, no local jackal thinks about nonsense all day like he does.

Now there were rumors within the Bloodclaw clan that Chief Hogg had been blessed by the Lord of the Hunt, and when the Lord of the Hunt asked him what he wanted, Chief Hogg answered that he wanted wisdom, so the Lord of the Hunt took away Hogg’s body, which was supposed to be strong, and gave him ten times more wisdom than an ordinary jackal.

You’d be really hard pressed to say where the exact source of this rumor is, but it works so well that there’s no doubt about it.

Most of the Jackals debate whether or not Chief Hogg has ten times the wisdom of the average Jackal, but they all seem to acquiesce to the fact that Hogg was blessed by the Lord of the Hunt.

“Code’s, why can’t I concentrate tonight?”

Hogg sat down by the campfire and gave himself a hard slap to try to clear his head, but he became even more groggy when he looked at the densely written words on the animal skin in his hand.

With an indescribable irritation in its heart, it put the animal skin aside and looked up at the campfire burning in front of it.

That flame kept burning and expanding in front of Hogg’s eyes, and even began to swirl, attracting all of Hogg’s attention in it along with the beating of the flames, and stretching out, and by the time Hogg realized that the situation was not good, it was already too late.

His entire mind was blurred and he could hear himself snoring, and in the last moment of Hogg’s consciousness, his eyes crossed the campfire to see the chest on the opposite side of the flames.

The skull of the King of Bones was in that box.

And in that instant, Hogg seemed to see a pair of green eyes staring at it from that box.

“F*ck! That damn thing!”

Hogg cursed and prepared to fight his way out of this weird situation, but the moment it jumped up, it was as if his own consciousness had intruded into another mysterious space. It stagnantly maintained its awkward posture of jumping and looked around, and as far as the eye could see, there was a green grass and sunny miles of grassland.

A tall figure sat on a rock on the hillside in front of it with its back to Hogg.

It was a jackal.

It possessed a slender and robust body and a dashing tail that was unrivaled among jackals, and it was three times taller than Hogg even as it sat there, practically a true jackal giant.

The wind blew through this illusion and ruffled the mane of that mighty jackal, making it look like a lion.

Compared to him, Hogg was as lowly as a rat crawling out of the mud, and even Chief Bloodclaw, who had always been confident because of his cunning and wisdom, couldn’t help but feel a sense of shame in his heart.

“Cowardly fool who has a tiger in his heart but has to bind his claws and teeth, come here! Talk to old me.”

The giant jackal with his back to Hogg said with great dissatisfaction.

Hogg immediately realized that he wasn’t cursed for being dragged into this place, it was all because of the “summoning” of this guy in front of him, and as for who it was….
“Hail to you, great King of Bones!”

Hogg curled his body up and fell at the giant jackal’s feet, as humbly as he served the torn meat, Hogg had gotten used to such fawning, and saw it as a useful and deadly weapon.

Yet its unbeatable disguise failed this time.

“You used your advantage perfectly, no, you turned your disadvantage into an advantage!

A healthy jackal could not care less about what goes on in the mind of a crippled compatriot, and their arrogance, prodded by your cunning, will turn into poison, and they will fall into the traps you have prepared for them without even needing you to do it yourself.

Nash.
You’re such a different kind of guy.”

The voice of the King of Biting Bones became a little milder, but Hogg instinctively retorted:
“My name is not Nash! Nash is a do-nothing, lose-everything coward! I am Hogg! The mighty Hogg! I am the Chief of the Bloodclaw Clan, and I am the King of the Forest Hollow! Hogg is Lord of the Swamp!”

“No, you fool, that is the name your master bestowed upon you, as one names a dog!”

The King of Bitten Bones was outraged.

It got up and kicked Hogg over, cursing:

“That is not your name! You can’t be satisfied with being a vampire’s slave how can you be worthy of inheriting my power?”

“But I don’t even want to inherit your power, you’re just a loser! Why would I want the power of a loser?”

Hogg was kicked to the ground.

But instead, it dispelled the fear in its heart because of this blow, and it raised its head, and for the first time, it bravely looked directly at the lion-like face of the King of Biting Bones, which was full of majesty, and it screamed:

“I have read your stories! I have read over and over again the descriptions of you by Elves, Dwarves, Songhayans, and Humans, and I know you better than anyone, King of the Biting Bones! You seem to be one step away from toppling the continent, but in reality you are far from victory!
You!
You didn’t bring civilization and power to the Jackals, you just turned them into worse beasts! There were three failed Black Plagues before you, but instead of learning your lesson when you had the most perfect power, you took the Jackals headlong into an even worse abyss.

From this point on, you are the worst alpha ever!
I’m really not afraid of you at all.

My courage doesn’t come from a rush of blood, I have enough knowledge to let me know where you’re wrong!
If only
I had been in your place, I would have done a hundred times better!
And you’re a dead asshole, you should rest in peace instead of continuing to pass down your set, four times it’s been proven that by strength alone, the Jackals can’t even stand on the continent.

This time the Black Plague they will only have a smaller chance of winning without you at the helm.

Give up the Black Plague!
The premise of you wanting to share the world with others is that you can’t be immortal enemies, the moment you decide to go against the world but you don’t have the power to topple it, your failure is already doomed.”

Hogg practically growled as it shouted out what was on its mind.

This was not something it shouted out on the spur of the moment, but it was a viewpoint from the paper it had previously written in response to the deeds of the King of Biting Bones, which Professor Malcolm greatly appreciated, believing that Hogg had truly seen that the essence of the Black Plague issue was the struggle for the right to exist.

Hogg’s roar made the Bone Biter, who had already swung his claws, freeze in place, the mighty jackal king, who could be called “handsome”, was powerless to speak out against his own unproductive offspring.

As for Hogg’s accusation, he didn’t care at all.

Can make it this kind of cause, in history to leave a name of people simply can not because of other people’s one or two words to change their own ideas, they are such people for the world always have a set of their own, indestructible views.

Ordinary people were being influenced by the world to influence their own selves, while they were using their own selves to change the world.

The two are fundamentally different.

And seeing that Hogg was greasy and even simply refused the power of the King of Jackals, the King of Biting Bones simply stopped mentioning this, and it huffed and puffed as it sat back down on that rock, staring at Hogg, and again reopened its mouth as its beautiful tail curved into a grotesque form and said:

“Since you don’t want to inherit my power, you’ll inherit my mistakes and burdens, and you’ll always have to take one thing away from me anyway.

You can’t leave empty-handed if you’re here.

It’s a rule laid down by the Creator.”

“Huh?”

Hogg froze as it asked rhetorically:
“But… But aren’t you a follower of the Lord of the Hunt? Why are you full of the Creator! You heretic!”

“Ch, don’t be stupid, that set of beliefs is just rhetoric used to bind the clan and unite them, the moment I walked out from the Creator’s relics, foolish and primitive beliefs like the so-called Lord of the Hunt wouldn’t even be considered reptiles in my eyes.”

The King of Biting Bones did not hide his contempt for the Lord of Hunting at all.

It stared at Hogg and said gravely:

“You don’t have to dwell on my current form either, I’ll just tell you that they thought my final adventure failed, but it didn’t! I just succeeded 99% of the time and got stuck in the last 1%, I was born in a forgotten land of creation, and awakened in an era where I didn’t belong.

My existence is a legend in itself!
Of course, you could call that ‘the remnants of an old age’, you obviously don’t know the great history of the Jackals, and I’m not interested in telling you here.

I will only tell you that I have already filled my name in the register of the Creator, and am only one step away from stepping into true transcendence.

My form at this point is difficult to describe in three or two sentences, but I know that if I want to cross that line any further, I will have to perform some feat that no mortal can do as proof that I am worthy of stepping into the Sanctuary of Souls in the Greenhouse of Life.

But after foolishly desecrating my body by tearing it apart, and losing my only contact with the material world, this is the only way I can establish contact with you.

Listen to me, Hoggle, I don’t really care if you intend to be a dog for a vampire, you weren’t planning on inheriting my powers or title anyway.

It shows that you’re a rather rare, brainy pragmatist among jackals.

In that case, then I’m going to have to discuss something with you.

You go to the Dark Mountains!

Participate in this dark plague, I don’t care who you serve, I only have one request!
Destroy the altar in the Mossy Valley that belongs to the Lord of the Hunt, and do not allow it to be truly born in subspace.

That guy was tainted before he was born, and over a hundred years is enough time for Him to be covered in filth, and once it actually roars its first cry in subspace, the Jackal civilization will instantly fall into the abyss.

That was a mistake I had made.

You!
Hoggle, go and finish off the soon-to-be-born Jackal God! Fix my mistake, and in doing so, I will share the source of my power with you.
Yes, sir.

That is a gift reserved by the Creator for the Jackals alone.”

(End of chapter)