570.Chapter 568 567 Let’s Three! For Brother “Huo Zheng”.

Chapter 568: 567! -For brother “Huo Zhenxing is quite good” [930].

In the Valley of Shadows, Murphy and Tris were having a discussion about the Black Plague War with the half-elven elders here.

Considering that Adele has already taken care of most of the contacts, Murphy, as the Governor of Transylvania, only needs to draw a few pies and make some promises to these wary half-elves in order to maintain a friendly relationship.

The Shadow half-elves’ “inspection team” was also ready to leave, they were sent to Wolf Castle by portal, and from there, they took the shortest time to turn around in Transylvania, so as to decide what to do in the valley.

However, while the half-elves seemed to have a choice, they actually had very little room for maneuver.

Because everyone knows that the current situation of the Shadow Valley can not stop the jackals in the black plague, they may be able to rely on the terrain advantage to block the jackals in their own valley, but once the jackals surrounded this place, with the Shadow Valley is not rich in resources, these half-elves can only starve to death this way.

Summarizing the above, Murphy was not worried about the half-elves getting into trouble.

Their number is small, can not turn over what flower, but can give players another racial template to choose, to be honest, half-elves face value is not excellent, not every half-elves can become a unique model like Adele, their body type is too slender, which may be interested in some “skinny” enthusiasts.

However, the faces of these elves are more delicate than those of humans, which will definitely satisfy the favorites of the face party, and it is foreseeable that the number of Lumina’s “compatriots” will be increasing in the following period of time.

At the same time of this “high-level exchange”, Hogg, who had been escorted to the valley by the Palano Knights, was actually carrying out his own merger.

But the identity of the person Hogg was talking to was quite “embarrassing”.

“Yo, isn’t this Lord Torn Meat? I haven’t seen you in half a month, why have you fallen off the face of the earth?”

In a tent on the outskirts of the Ghost Shadow Valley, the freshly baked “Sage Wolf” Hogg’s ugly face was filled with a touch of sarcasm and ridicule, and a strange undead sat across from him.

The latter could still see the body shape of a jackal, but because his body had been destroyed by the death spit of the three-headed dog of the underworld, it appeared here in the form of a skeleton.

It was cloaked in a set of black robes to hide itself, and underneath that hood one could make out the ghostly blue bone fires that lit up in the Jackal’s skeletal eye sockets, which represented the fact that the once Plague Chief Torn Flesh had now become a necromancer.

But it this necromancer, and Transylvania those necromancers are not the same.

To put it simply, Torn Flesh is now a more orthodox “moon necromancer”.

After it was killed by the brain-dead mummy mother, Nefertari did not let go of the big bad Torn Flesh, who disturbed the balance of life and death, she used the undead knowledge of the orthodox Death Moon sect to remake Torn Flesh into her own minion.

But this was no act of mercy.

Nefertari simply wanted to use this method to punish Torn Flesh for his stupidity in disrespecting death, and as the most gifted of the rising star generation of the Deathmoon Cult, the Mummy Maiden had mastered the fancy Undead Deed spells, and she had all the means in the world to make Torn Flesh live every day of his life after death in a state of penance and disciplinary pain.

The worst part is that this kind of punishment takes effect directly on the soul, leaving Torn Flesh with no way of relying on willpower to get through it.

In less than ten days, Torn Flesh had changed from a jackal chief with great aspirations to a pitiful soul that only wanted to rest in peace, and the aura of its body had changed into something similar to the “ascetic” kind of introspection formed by pain.

Faced with Hogg’s ridicule, Torn Flesh didn’t even have more emotional fluctuations, nor did he have any intention of quarrelling with Hogg.

Its owner, the brain-dead mummy Nifitali, was chatting with a group of small players not far away, trying to compel them to go to the neighborhood to help her look for some rare materials to help her re-summon the Three-Headed Dog of the Underworld.

Her most powerful fighter had been dispersed earlier by the profane priest of that fallen one of the Twilight Believers.

She had to re-summon her “cute and cuddly” three-headed dogs to the material world before traveling to Transylvania, so as to show the arrogant vampires the majesty of the Death Moon.

Although Nephthali’s brain is in the wrong place, her crazy personality is quite popular with the players, especially when it comes to her unique mummy character.
Especially the mummy’s unique appearance and modeling, so that when she appeared in the Valley of the Shadow quickly became a “new NPC” sought after by players, especially the demon eight Jieji and the honest dog egg and the pants demon Feng, these guys smoothly abandoned the spider lady and then found a new target.

They all follow the route of evil sorcerers and the Death Faction, and the Death Moon Sect is the continent’s recognized orthodoxy of the Death Arcana.

Isn’t this still a crazy licking wave?
Anyway, Nefertari was too busy dealing with the small players to bother with her redeemed servant tearing up meat, which gave it room to talk to Hogg.

After waiting for Hogg to finish his series of sneers, Torn Flesh, who hadn’t said a word, then spoke.

And as soon as it opened its mouth, it went straight to the point:

“My clan’s civilization tablet! Is it with you?”

Torn Flesh asked in the characteristic hollow voice of the undead:

“I feel a unique aura from you, it’s an odd power that makes my soul can’t help but bow down to you, if I wasn’t already dead, I’m afraid that I would have given up all of my own persistence to firmly follow you because of your persuasion.

This peculiar power reminds me of those praises for the King of Biting Bones in my clan.

You!
Hogg from Transylvania, have you taken over the banner of the King of Bone Biters? Are you to become the new King of the Jackals by arrangement with that vampire master of yours?”

“Gee whiz, the old coffin board is quite insightful!”

Hogg the bastard didn’t respect old age at all, it sat down in the tent and let out the jackal’s beatific laughter, it stroked the specially made case with chains beside its hand and said:

“That’s right! I have taken up Lord Frederick’s banner and become the voice of civilization and guardian of the race for my people, but I will not be King of the Jackals.

The Jackals can’t have a king or many people will not be able to sleep.

My nickname today is ‘Sage Wolf’.

I already know the dark fate of my clan from Lord Frederick, and my trip into the Dark Mountain Range is to shatter this desperate future, and with my two claws, I will change a bright tomorrow for my clan!”

“Oh, your so-called tomorrow is for our mighty clan to follow you and serve as dogs to the vampires? Wagging your tail at Murphy’s feet just to get a few bones?”

Torn Meat chortled:
“You self-absorbed fool! Even if you were given heavenly wisdom and power, you would have absolutely no idea how to use it, and you would lose it all, I confirm that. Why did fate choose you?
Damn it!

You’re not a qualified chieftain at all, the strength and unyielding courage that the Jackals are so proud of you’ve inherited not at all!”

“See what your proud strength and courage have done to you?”

How thick-skinned Hogg was.

It wouldn’t even break its defense because of some chiding from Torn Flesh, instead, it told Torn Flesh what it knew so far about the Lord of the Hunt having gone black with a careless gesture.

Even if Torn Flesh had already become a puritanical undead, the ghostly fire in its eyes was caused to flare up by this heavily explosive news.

As the most skillful warlock in the Dark Mountains who specialized in psychic energy and voodoo, it could fully understand what kind of disaster would be brought to the Jackals once the fallen Lord of the Hunt let out his first cry in subspace.

Faith bound the Jackals to their god, and once the source fell, it was only a matter of time before the Jackals were trampled into the muck.

What’s more, Hogg said that this news came from the King of Biting Bones, and Torn Flesh was well aware that the Lord of the Hunt’s beliefs first took shape after the rise of the King of Biting Bones.

That King of Jackals had used a very crude method to use faith as a means to unite the various clans of Jackals, and if even it said that the Lord of the Hunt was about to fall, then this news couldn’t be false.

“Damn it!”

Torn Flesh cursed:
“That evil god has ‘hunting’, ‘sadism’, and ‘warring’ among its divine offices, and the massacre set off by the jackals in the fourth Black Calamity has already fed it. Once this Black Calamity enters a large-scale war, the Lord of Hunting will surely be born smoothly.

Time is running out for you, Hoggle, and if the King of the Bone Bit thinks you can fulfill such a duty, then you must act now!

I can give you my clans, and they will lead you to infiltrate the Mossy Valley, where you must destroy the Lord of the Hunt’s shrine and kill its priests, thus severing its ties with the Jackal civilization.

It will be difficult, but you must do it.”

“Not ‘me’!” Hogg shook his head.

It narrowed its eyes and exuded a sly intelligence as it stared at the undead tearing flesh before it and said:
“It’s ‘we’! I didn’t come all the way out here specifically to meet with you just to sneer at your failures, Torn Flesh, and if I’m going to enter the Dark Mountains to finish the fight against the Lord of the Hunt, I’ll have to have a Jackal of sufficient prestige to assist me.

You and your clan are the most adept group of our people in the use of psionics and voodoo, and while you still lack intelligence in my opinion, I do have to admit that the Plague Clan are truly the most enlightened Jackals at the moment.

I have only a heavy mission now, but the majesty and dictates of the King of Biting Bones are not enough for me to stop the foolishness of my clan, I must come up with a practical and effective solution.

I need you to help me, I need to use the Plague Clan as a foundation to build my own base in the Jackal camp, only then will I be able to preserve our people from being liquidated after the war.”

“You want to create a schism?”

Torn Flesh was worthy of being a former Plague Chief, it immediately realized what Hogg was trying to do.

It chortled:

“You stupid bastard! You want to turn our people into two camps? You talk about enlightenment, but in reality, you’re still trying to bring our people to surrender to the civilized camp? You will destroy our last unity!”

“You have a f*cking unity!”

Hogg immediately sneered:
“If the Jackal Clans of the Dark Mountain Range were truly united, you, the Plague Chief, wouldn’t have been exiled to the Tainted Swamp, and if they were truly united, even after the death of the King of Biting Bones, the second Jackal King wouldn’t have remained unelected for more than a hundred years.

The situation there is described with the phrase ‘warlordism’ is overestimating you all.

Lord Frederick alone gave us Jackals some semblance of civilization, yet after his death, you misfits retreated back to the clan system of fighting each other.

Split.
Ugh!
Who are you to call me a traitor, you wagging tail to the dusk? My allegiance to Master Murphy at least got us real land for our clan, what did you get out of praying to Dusk?
You old thing, let me ask you, do you want to see your people degenerate and become the continent’s public enemy forever, or do you want to grab the last hope and mold a real land for our people?

And don’t use the word division!

Hell, open your undead eyes and take a good look, we were never unified! I just don’t believe that the few great chieftains we have now are clean, and I’m sure there are definitely Dusk’s lapdogs among them.

That’s a bunch of perditionists!
Are you guys out of your minds?
Building your rise to power on the assistance of a bunch of doomsayers? What are you going to do? Help Twilight exterminate the world and then rule over the ruins of the world?

Don’t be silly!
Me! Hoggle the Sage Wolf! I’m the only one who can represent the only light in the dim future of the Jackals now! And I’m not afraid to tell you that it’s not just Master Murphy who’s backing me now.

Have you heard of the Vampire Lord Payeng?

That’s the uncrowned king of the vampires, one of his lords is now my personal bodyguard, I’ve already got the support of the Thousand Year Old Lord, and soon, under the good offices of Lord Paying, I’ll be able to ascend to the political stage of the continent as the only representative of the civilized Jackals!
Do you understand?

Whether you like it or not, I will be the only legitimate representative of the Jackals in this world!
I won’t be the second King of Biting Bones, but I will do what even Lord Frederick failed to do.

I will pull my people back to earth from the hell of war, as Transylvania rose from the ashes! This Black Plague will not destroy us, quite the contrary, it will shape us, and a kingdom of Jackals will be established with the blessing of all civilizations, and we will be included in the civilized camp.

History has proven four times that the Jackals do not have the power to destroy the world, and since we can’t beat them, we’ll have to join them.

I ask you, Torn Flesh!

Will you help me?

Don’t you want to make you and your clan prominent and powerful among the jackals? The best chance is now before you. If you promise me, I’ll go to Lady Nefertari and give you your freedom.

Oh, how long is this bit of your soul enough to burn?

Ms. Mummy told me that you will be dead in two months at most.

That’s the end you deserve for being a bastard who plays with death recklessly, but for the greater good of the Jackal race, you may still be able to make one last sacrifice for your people!
If you are truly the man you claim to be who thinks so hard about the future of your race, you should know how to choose.”

Hogg stopped talking.

But the aura of the Sage Wolf had taken hold, and the blessing from the Wisdom made Hogg’s words articulate, and the power they carried within them made it impossible for Torn Flesh to even retort.

There was no way!
This asshole Hogg was now standing on the high ground of morality and racial righteousness, and no words could hurt it.

Torn Flesh was silent.

This plot development right now could be considered the opposite of the rise it had designed for the Jackals after stealing the Civilization Tablet from the Land of Creation, but it also had to admit that perhaps handing the Civilization Tablet over to Hogg would be more useful than sending the precious thing back to the Mossy Valley.

It was precisely because it understood what those chiefs were thinking that it was all the more saddened to realize that the pathetic future that Hogg had rendered was real.

After the death of the King of Biting Bones, generations of jackals simply couldn’t come up with a decent chief.

Lord Frederick’s era was the closest the Jackals had come to rising to power, but that wonderful era had already ended more than a hundred years ago, and Hogg was right in saying that right now was the last chance the Jackals would have before they completely sank.

“So be it.”

Torn Meat lowered his head.

It moved its skeleton, which was inscribed with sinful runes, and for the first time it bowed its head to Hogg, whom it had always despised, and it said:

“I will help you, Hogg. No, Lord Sagewolf, I will help you save our people from extinction, I will help you gather my clan.

But you should be prepared.

The Splintered Claw Clan, a group of the most powerful priests and warlocks in the Dark Mountains, has been trying to annex the Plague Clan, and now that I am dead, and the Plague Clan’s finest have been lost to the fight in the Tainted Swamps, my Clan is in jeopardy.”

“Isn’t that better?”

Hogg grinned and said:
“We can make a heroic entrance with a ‘savior’ appearance, and oh yes, I’ve brought you a familiar to assist you in helping me better accomplish our ‘salvation’. ”

It removed the rusty bone saw from its own belt pouch and handed it to Torn Flesh.

The latter took it in his hand and heard the soul of his best and craziest student, Crippled Claw, screaming miserably in this life box, which made Torn Flesh instantly feel a sense of tragedy in the form of things being different and destiny.

However, at the present moment, having Crippled Claw the dog by his side still made Torn Flesh, who had become an undead, feel a strange trace of warmth.

“You have to reshape it, we can’t operate in the Dark Mountain Range without it.”

Hogg whispered:
“But use care this time, don’t bring my dear crippled paw back to life as a psychopath, I need it to be skillful, and I need it to be a little more stable.”

“Well, we can ask that Lady Nefertari for help in this matter, she has a way of stabilizing Crippledpaw’s sanity.”

Torn Flesh whispered:
“Well, that might be an opportunity as well, Lord Sagewolf, I know you’re a loyal servant of Murphy’s, but we shouldn’t be hugging the vampire’s leg straight up.

Taking this opportunity to become a follower of the Death Moon’s teachings would do our future clan no harm.

Our people have become accustomed to singing the praises of the Lord of the Hunt, and if the Evil God falls, their savage hearts will need a little soothing from the rightful faith, and perhaps Lady Nefertari could be an inspiration to the jackals!
Though she is insane as a result of her brainwashing, believe me, she is definitely overqualified in disposing of faith.

Go ahead, convince her with your awesome tongue.

This is your first challenge.”

(End of chapter)