548.Chapter 546: Hogg’s “Epic of the Sage Wolf”

Chapter 546: Hogg’s “Epic of the Sage Wolf”

The update of the racial quest to Chapter 2 caught the vampire players off guard and delighted them.

Especially for the newcomers, it’s a pity that they can’t participate in the first chapter of the racial quest, which is said to be very exciting. Before they enter the game, they can find on the forums a small video of the “Scarlet Defense”, which is cut out by Sai En with the help of hundreds of experts, and they will be attracted by those images that are intentionally showing bravery and shocking images.

Although the battle took place in the sewers, and many people jokingly called it “Sewer Defense Battle”, all the players and the gluttony party know that the fierce battle is one of the “Founding Battles” of Transylvania.

Its significance to the land is extraordinary.

It was through the defeat of the Wolfsbane Clan’s ambitious Corando that Lord Murphy was able to confirm the Blood Vulture Clan’s undisputed ownership of Transylvania.

Such things are naturally worthy of a great book, and in this case, the arrival of the second chapter of the Racial Mainline is naturally all the more exciting to look forward to.

However, while the vampire players were in ecstasy, on the forums or in the game, the other races’ patience for this had reached its limit.

Although the game has only opened the vampire and human races, “half-elf” race is still using Lumina’s actions as a test, but this does not prevent the majority of human players in various channels to scream that they also need a great racial main line!

You vampire main line has been opened to the second chapter, the human main line does not even have a prologue, this is a bit unreasonable, right?

You’re treating us differently, aren’t you?
We’re going to join forces and file a complaint against you, assholes!

Although we all know that the vampire race is the development team’s own son, the dog planners can’t be so generous to this extent! No, in the face of this serious imbalance, how could the righteous keyboard warriors turn a blind eye?
And so while the Vampire players were still assembling to head to the Valley of Darkness, the posts from the forum feedback section were already flying in like snowflakes.

The speed at which Tris, who managed the feedback section, deleted the posts couldn’t keep up with the speed at which the angry human players were posting, which made the Blood Vulture Archduke so annoyed that he eventually had to block the alerts of new posts in the feedback section in his Computing Pearls.

But even so, seeing the speed of the complaints in the feedback area of the forum increase by ten or more posts in ten seconds, Jade Silk’s delicate face rarely showed a trace of sadness.

She and Little Murphy had always thought that this feedback area was just a window-dressing function, but with the advancement of Transylvania’s “plot” and the gradual improvement of the player system, this originally dispensable complaint channel appeared to be important in a bizarre way.

As an administrator, Murphy has already noticed this, the feedback area is like a “wind vane”.

With the increasing number of players, the number of players has exceeded the level of his detailed observation, he and his appointed staff even if they do not sleep, there is no way to collect the attitudes and complaints of every player in the game for the “real other world”.

In this case, by studying the topics in the feedback section of the forums, Murphy was able to effectively grasp the overall mindset of the players.

Like a real “dog planner”, he controlled the design and opening sequence of the “game content” through such potential observation and research.

It can be said that the existence of the feedback area is like a replica of a big data think tank, which allows Murphy to accurately grasp what the players want to see and realize it in the game.

This thing is a great tool to keep the game engaging.

Tris also realized this, when she assisted Murphy in managing the forums, this wise psychic master realized the importance of the feedback area, so after several “new employees” were on board, Tris only retained the management of the feedback area and delegated her tasks to others.

Another reason was that managing the feedback area was actually quite easy.

For the most part, most of the posts in the feedback section were meaningless spam, and Tris only needed to spend a little bit of time each day deleting and deleting them, which didn’t take up too much of her time for fishing and enjoying herself.

But in some cases, such as now, managing the feedback section would become the most troublesome task, such as now, a large amount of feedback on the same topic on a large scale means that there is an urgent problem in the player base that “must be solved”!

If Transia’s management is really a development team, and if True Otherworld is really a game in beta, then this means that they’ve caught the real “bugs”.

“Ah, headache, I guess I’ll have to write a report to Little Murphy.”

With a helpless face, Archduke Tris stepped out of the opening of the Scarlet Rift onto the red, pale earth of Baphomet Canyon, and beside her, there were several other scarlet portals that opened almost simultaneously, sending all the members who were exploring Baphomet’s Great Palace here.

Among the other forces, such a concentrated use of teleportation was very rare.

Every Spiritualist knew that teleportation had the risk of going out of control, and if not necessary, they would never use this way of rushing that could get them killed if they were not careful.

Riding a horse may be a waste of time, but at least it won’t get you killed, of course if your riding skills suck and you get dropped and accidentally hit your head then forget I said that.
However, after little Murphy signed a contract with Mannis the Endless, the risk of teleportation in Transylvania has been eliminated, even if it does fall into the astral realm, the Endless will send the faller back to the material world as fast as possible according to that excessively thick contract.

Only the Serpent of Time has this special ability to “be the first to mock the scene”.

In fact, the star world security and transportation duty is the “main job” in the contract signed between Murphy and the Endless.

Recently, there were some small players who were unlucky enough to fall into the astral realm while using teleportation, but none of them died because of this, and they shared their strange process of meeting the “kindly giant snake” and those marvelous astral landscapes on the forums.

There were also some lucky people who grabbed a handful of “star dust” when they were sent back to the material world, which was taken away by Missy at a high price.

That thing is an important material for researching the environment of the star world.

Under these circumstances, the story of the “Giant Snake of Good Intentions” has become a sort of “urban legend” among the player community, and after much discussion, they believe that it is a “colorful egg” left behind by the development team. After all the discussion, they think it’s a “colorful egg” left by the development team, and some plot parties think it’s a “special quest chain”, and there will be stories about the snake in the form of quests in the future.

It must be said that those plot parties active on the forums are really capable of deducing certain “truths” through some details and plots.

“Your Excellency the Archduke, the members you need are already here.”

Madwoman Bonnie, armed with a sharp blade, dressed in an imposing yet low-profile manner, she quickly walked over to the pained-looking Tris and said in a deep voice:

“Chief Hogg with its escort Palanor Knight, the vampire psychic who is the most skilled in summoning spells in Missy’s Red Magic Pavilion, as well as His Excellency Murphy’s Apprentice Touch You Poor are all in place!”

“Well, very well.”

Tris nodded as she glanced around, the temporary camp set up here was already empty, it was clear that no one wanted to miss out on the second chapter of the vampire’s main line, even the whiny human players didn’t want to miss out on the chance to see the plot and pick up the drops.

Alas, players are such piggish people, they want to be a part of anything interesting, and have almost no loyalty to what’s going on at the moment.

This greatly displeased Lady Berenice, who was still building a rest camp with the undead, and left her daughter and son-in-law somewhat at a loss.

The two half-elven chieftains were dealing with players for the first time, and were not used to their “too freewheeling” mode of action. It seemed to them as if the rowdy warriors had received an unseen military order at some point, and without warning they had abandoned the newly-discovered dungeon and rushed towards the Shadow of the Shadow, followed by their governor. Their Lord Governor rushed towards the Valley of the Shadow.

One second they were surrounding the two of them asking questions, only to leave the next second without any attachment, simply like a bunch of psychopaths!
But that wasn’t a big problem.

With Lisa and Merkel’s status and position in Spectral Shadow Valley, the 004th stronghold, sooner or later, they will also become a member of the “senior NPCs”, and the words “I have my own country in Transylvania”, which have been widely circulated among Transylvanian civil servants, will also be destined to become their “senior NPCs” in the future. is destined to become their “mantra”.

“Hoggle, come here!”

While preparing the various materials and spiritual energy items for entering the Grand Earth Palace, Tris summoned the jittery Blood Claw Chief.

Hogg was also ready for battle.

It was no longer in the same unkempt posture as before, wearing the King of Biting Bone’s Hunting Forbidden Guard Shadow Battle Armor, with several claw blades and poisonous flying daggers suitable for use by jackal claws hanging on its waist, a bone hunting bow on its back, and its wolf face covered with a black masking and half-covered leather armor battle helmet, it looked very professional and formidable.

This guy does not know from which talkative little player to learn some “otherworldly knowledge”, that he as a chief must have a recognizable dress, so it also gave himself a blood claw clan war flag on the back.

From a distance it looks like a small jackal sword saint, those who don’t know also think that he is going to enter the next second into the gale step and then find a few peasants to start hacking.

However, the majestic dress couldn’t hide Hogg’s anxiety at this moment.

Ever since it was given a “Legend Quest Chain” by Lord Murphy, it has been very anxious, and during this period of time, in addition to repairing the Wolf Castle, Hogg’s heart was almost entirely on this matter.

Its ultimate enemy is an evil god that is about to be born!
This matter will be laughed at just by talking about it, except at the drinking table.

And as you can see from its anxious posture at this point, Hogg wasn’t able to come up with a way to appease himself. “Your civilization tablet is somewhere in the dungeon, held in the hands of a goatman nightmare priest, and that fellow is a member of a dangerous family, and once you get involved in this, you’ll be their enemy as well.

In this day and age, that’s pretty much the single most dangerous thing you can think of.”

Although Archduke Tris was known as the Scarlet Witch, after many years of sinking, the once evil vampire genius had also changed to a more peaceful mindset, in fact, in most of the time, Tris was much “kinder” than Murphy.

She looked condescendingly at Hogg and said:

“This is your last chance to give up, Hoggle!
Although this is not in Murphy’s plan, I know the evil power of that organization better than he does, and considering that you have already served this land, I will give you this opportunity to choose.

Once you enter this dungeon, it means you are tied to our chariot forever.

Our enemies will become your enemies as well, and the shadow of our crisis will be inflicted upon you.

Frankly, I don’t think that’s the kind of responsibility a diminutive jackal chief should be shouldering, and maybe it hurts your feelings a little to say this, but I don’t really see you becoming the jackal saint that Murphy sees as the one who ended the Black Plague.

You weren’t molded into the posture to do great things.

You have poor potential and less than adequate talent, and such a rush is almost like sending you to your death.

You can leave now.

I’ll tell Murphy that you had the misfortune to die in the dungeon, but you’ll have to give up everything later and go live incognito elsewhere.

I’ll release a spell for you to forget all.

Not because I’m much of a goody-goody, but just because with what you’ve done for Transylvania in the lead-up to the Battle of the Swamp, I think it’s a good ending that you deserve.”

These serious and earnest words from Tris made Hogg’s body tremble.

To be honest, when he heard the Blood Vulture Archduke’s exhortation, for a few seconds Hogg really wanted to impulsively agree to it.

It wanted to forget all this horrible thing and let itself return to the state of life that a skinny and weak disabled jackal should be in, hunting happily and hungrily every day, having fun with its mates, and preferably having a small clan of its own without having to take on the horrible job of killing evil gods and saving the race.

Lady Tris was right, having been born a disabled dwarf proved that the Goddess of Fortune had no intention of giving her own mediocre and very low starting point in life any great mission.

Perhaps rolling around in the mucky pits of the unattended wilderness was what it was supposed to do.

Soon enough, however, Hogg’s brain, which was unlike any other jackal’s, began to roar, and it began to berate Hogg for his stupidity and cowardice, just as Wisdom had blessed and cursed it.

It was precisely because Hogg’s brain worked so well that it was able to show it the other side of this death-dealing mission.

High risk and high reward!
As long as he made it to the end alive, he would be the savior of the Jackals!
Well, it’s too vain to talk about this, think of something tangible, the entire Dark Mountain Range would become the hunting ground of the Blood Claw Clan, and countless Jackals would gather into an army under one’s will!
All one needed was a look and a faraway tribe would disappear overnight.

One only needed to cough, and countless kings and chiefs would be tossed and turned.

One’s own throne moved and there would be a sweeping storm of war, one’s own finger turned in a circle and the whole continent would shake as a result.

In the face of such gains, the only risk one needs to pay is, at worst, death.
Just death.

Anyway, those days one had lived in the past didn’t even seem like a life lived in a dignified manner!
No matter what kind of method Hogg used to think about it, no matter how much it tried to convince himself to give it up, there was always a voice roaring in his head: stupid, this is too good a deal!

“I I can’t go back to those simpler days.”

Hogg shivered with his head down, speaking to Archduke Tris who was watching it:
“I no longer have the peace of mind to enjoy the simple pleasures of rolling around in the muck like a jackal, I have no way of convincing myself to give up everything I have now to become a waste of space, and I can’t take off my chieftain’s battle armor and replace it with a tattered leather coat to fight my foolish countrymen every day for a few bones, and gamble with my own life just for a full meal.

I mean, this life has to be used for something.

Who would want to waste it fighting over a meaty bone if they had the choice?”

It lifted its head.

It looked at Tris, its eyes glittering beneath its face helmet growing more determined with every breath, and that burning look in that instant made Tris feel as if she were seeing Murphy, who had run to her rescue in the endless black snow that day in the disaster of Cadman City.

Ah, his own little darling had really instilled something very scary in the jackal in front of him, Murphy probably didn’t even know himself what kind of soul he would create with his own hands .
Hogg took a deep breath, it clenched its claws and said:
“You are right!

As I enter the dungeon, I will be walking into a destiny that is not mine, and in doing so, I will carry the terrible threat of your enemies and send myself and my tiny, just-ready-to-rise clan into an unmitigated disaster.

But conversely, my troubles will thus become your problems, and my enemies will thus become your enemies.

Alliances are never a one-way choice!

The fact that I lose something means that I will gain something, you see, I have learned all those lessons that Professor Malcolm taught me!
I will not become weak by carrying this fate, in fact it will strengthen the union between us both and allow me to truly become truly ‘one of us’.

I believe that Lord Murphy is a magical Chosen One, and the confidence he has given me allows me to ignore those questions you have asked.

I was not molded to do great things, Lady Tris, I admit that, but it is my weakness and humility that will allow me to bring a more shocking majesty to others when I accomplish this with my own hands.

I need to do great things with a handicapped body, and only then will my barbaric and ignorant countrymen embrace me with all their hearts.

I will not be the second King of the Bone Biters.

But l know that if l go that far, l will be a greater being than that loser. It has its power, and I have my advantages!”

“Ho ho ho ho.”

A loud laugh like a phantom sound echoed in Hogg’s ears.

That was the first time the King of Biting Bones, who had disturbed it every night during this period of time, laughed so freely in front of Hogg.

It seemed that the defeated king also agreed with the grand words that Hogg had uttered at that moment, and finally, it recognized Hogg as its heir as well, however, Hogg didn’t need that status anymore.

“Very well.”

Tris looked at Hogg in front of her.

There was surprise in her sultry eyes, which made the Archduke’s tone milder.

She said:

“There is a covenant spell in the hands of the Knight of Paranor, that will bind your existence to Murphy’s, and I hope you don’t think it’s a leash . Your intelligence should be able to understand that it is only a . proper concern.”

“It would be a dog-chain! Your Excellency the Archduke, you need not glorify it with words.”

Hogg responded with the jackal’s beatific laugh:
“But if I don’t regard being Lord Murphy’s dog as a disgrace, then the denigration of others is meaningless, in fact, I’ve always considered it an honor in my life to be Lord Murphy’s dog ah.

After all, how many people who want to be haven’t had that chance yet!”

(End of chapter)