Chapter 727: 第725章 娜娜克黑眼的秘密

Chapter 725 724. the secret of Nanak Black Eyes
The first encounter between Hogg and the Cthulhu Army allowed the Sage Wolf to quickly experience everything that had ever happened to Lord Murphy.

It was very happy that Lord Murphy had actually sent aid, but the subsequent encounters with the group of munchkins were very tiring.

The Jackal players’ side didn’t have the perfect newbie guidance system over at Scarlet Fortress, and although the current number of the Sage Wolf faction was steadily increasing with the assistance of Popok, there were always only a few members who were smart enough to send out quests using the Arithmetic Treasure Beads.

Hogg counts one, the assistant meat ripper counts one, the crazy crippled claw counts half, and the few plague clan elites that were brought out can also learn this “high-end skill”, Popok is as dumb as other jackals, but it is willing to learn, Hogg is also willing to teach.

Unfortunately, there are only a few NPCs that can send quests to players, and they can’t even set up the framework of an NPC system.

Fortunately, the main gameplay of the Jackal camp was free exploration, which gave Hogg room for trickery, and the quests it sent to the first 21 Jackal players all had only a simple main line, and the rest were left to move around freely to hunt for treasure in the name of exploration.

He instructed Popok to take these guys to the fringe of the Black-eyed Clan’s territory and let them complete the “Racial Quest Taming the Wolf” and “Racial Quest Learning to Fight”.

Popok was happy to do this.

Not because it has the patience to teach a group of ADHD children, the main reason is that Popok has been disqualified by his father since he returned from the front line, and now he only has less than 50 diehards under his command despite his name as a supervisor.

Popoc wants to follow Hogg to find the source of the great civilization of the jackals, but this 50 people can’t do it anyway, so Popoc is planning to go to the surrounding clans to “recruit” through the ancient tradition of the jackals.

But without the order of the black-eyed chief, which small clan dares to give soldiers to it ah?

The only thing left to do is the most direct way.

Let their own soldiers to challenge those who have not been enlisted warriors, after the defeat can be forced to enlist them, this behavior is very old and barbaric, usually is the new clan is eager to expand the territory will do so, Popok is also forced to do nothing.

But the soldiers under its command, although strong but small in number, dead or wounded one makes its heart ache, right now these Creator’s warriors just to fill the vacancy of this task, Popok held back to take these bladders around the circle.

It thought well.

If all went well, it could double the number of soldiers under its command tonight.

“Listen up you guys! This is the rule of our Jackals, as many Jackals as you can defeat, you can command!”

Popok first took the players to the clan warehouse for a turn, brushed himself as a young chief to give them all the gauntlets and weapons, and then dressed himself to put on his own supervisor’s war flag, and lectured and shouted to the budding newcomers who were looking at everything fresh on a dirt slope:

“The virtuous wolf gave me the mission to form a large army, I now first take you to tame your seat wolf, and then we seize the time to go to those small clans around a few laps, then you free to play!
If you can defeat ten of them, you will be the 10th captain!

If you can defeat 100, you’ll have your own 100-man team and become a centurion!
Defeat 1,000, and I’ll make you a petty chief.

Without the tedious and complicated appointment process of other races, we Jackals are born to be strong!”

With these words, Popok clumsily operated the computing pearl to send out his first mission as an NPC, and with a soft ding ding ding ding, 21 players received the initial mission called “Road to Conquest”.

The text was edited by Hogg in advance, and Boboc just sent it out.

However, this promotion mode is very much to the players’ liking, which is much simpler than the rank system currently implemented in Transylvania, not just fighting? Hey, we players have never been afraid of anyone when it comes to fighting.

“Let’s go!”

Bobok mounted his rare white wolf and set off with his 50 soldiers and 21 players to leave their clan territory, and on the way, the players were still sharing what they had just harvested.

“These Jackals are obviously a clan civilization, their internal system is simple and rough, they just rely on their fists to speak, I just accidentally broke into a group of Jackal soldiers’ den, they wanted to beat me up, but after I beat them up one by one, they honestly listened to my orders.”

Wearing a tattered Jackal armor and carrying a blood-stained flail, the Mad Wolf Under the Moon spoke to his brothers beside him as he experienced the strange sensation of flicking his tail:
“So, while you guys were still big-headed soldiers, I was already a decapod under the command of the Sage Wolf.”

“What’s that to you?”

Fury Daisen said with a sassy flick of his golden mane around his neck and a skittish grin:
“I just found out where the Jackals buried their treasure . Heh heh heh heh, those idiots would dig a random hole and bury anything they thought was precious, but the Jackals’ noses are so good, I found several ‘treasure caches’ just by looking around.

But dude has ethics, didn’t just go digging, after all, it’s someone else’s black-eyed clan’s territory, wait until you conquer a certain clan afterward, then you can properly hunt for treasure.”

“What kind of treasure can an ordinary jackal have? If you want to find it, look for those Governor’s treasures.”

The guy ID called “Panjang Lion Beast” was carrying a bone sledgehammer, and he said to the others as he walked with a six-fold pace:

“I can see that the quest chain designed by the development team for Jackal players is very simple and rough, no detailed guidance at all, I guess it’s similar to the speculation on the forums, all kinds of random events have to be triggered by us running around.

But the development team is really quite favorable to this race.

You see, we get mounts when we first enter the game, we get to win ranks under the stupid Governor Popok, and by the sound of it, it doesn’t seem to care what we do with our soldiers.

In other words, ‘squire collecting’ is actually a Jackal’s specialty.

Geez, this suddenly reminds me of a game where we capture orcs and raise them, I guess there must be some rare SSR characters in the jackals that we can conquer, blanch, when I say that, I feel like the development team must have referenced a lot of card games when designing the style of the jackals!
So how much has this damn game sewn up!”

“What a completely different model of civilization, it reminds me of Genghis Khan’s era, especially the Jackals’ protection of females and cubs, it’s practically godlike to the nomadic tribes in that respect. So, we can also borrow from the nomadic tribes to rapidly expand our power in the Dark Mountain Range.

Conquest is one thing, and the discipline of faith is another.

The spiritual leader, the Sage Wolf, has already established its position, and what we need to do next is to help it rapidly expand its influence.”

Only three of the 21 players picked the skinny Ancient Jackal form, a form that could not be called intimidating at all, but the three Ancient Jackal players were also very quick to find the right way to play this form.

They had gotten their primer on undead manipulation from Torn Flesh, which would share insights while discussing the unique ecology of the Jackal.

The IDs of these three guys were obviously a group, respectively called “Gray Wolf”, “White Wolf” and “Melon Wolf”.

Under the moon wild wolf felt that these three guys mysterious, although in a group is also into the group quite early brothers, but they rarely participate in the group some lively topics of discussion, even after entering the game, the three of them also did not participate in the chaotic fight just now but has been observing the surrounding.

Maybe they are the legendary “professionals”.

Wild wolf brother so thought, as a good brother of brother stick, he also heard from brother stick some ordinary players can not contact things, so this will make up his mind, in the game also do not and this “three wolves” have too much contact.

Popok led the jackal players to leave the territory at the same time, the very tired Hogg is also in the tent and his own think-tank tearing meat to discuss similar things.

“The growth of the Savage Jackals doesn’t need us to worry about, Popok, a qualified Dark Mountain Jackal can quickly teach them the guidelines for survival in this great land, but the growth pattern of the Ancient Jackals that favors spellcasters and assassins will need you to worry more about it.

I hope you will teach our warriors the same way you taught the warlocks of the Plague Clan.”

Hogg picked up the map he had already planned and said to Torn Flesh, who was looking at a copy of the Church of the Dead Moon’s secret codex next to him:
“It is important to get them into fighting shape as soon as possible, before I left, Lord Murphy promised me that we would have a minimum of 100 undead warriors .”

“Too few.”

Torn Flesh said with a disappointed shake of his head:
“100 undead jackals can no longer fight well enough to make waves in the Dark Mountain Range, it has to be at least 1,000 people! Form a minimum of ten 100-man teams as your immediate elite division. I’ve heard you describe the mode of existence of these foreigners, and I think you should find a way to raise the appeal of the Jackal race among them on your own, outside of Lord Murphy’s assistance.

You can’t just rely on the assistance of His Excellency Murphy, we have to think of something.

Perhaps you can learn from the way His Excellency Murphy manages them.

Tasks, rewards.” “No, I’ve heard Lord Murphy share a similar experience, the tasks and rewards are only superficial, the main thing is to satisfy the hidden sense of achievement and fulfillment in the hearts of the foreigners, and most importantly to make them feel pleasure from the bottom of their hearts.

It sounds a bit complicated, and I may be able to learn it, but you have to consider the receptivity of those stupid compatriots under our command.”

Hogg narrowed his eyes in thought:
“So in your opinion, what would be the fastest and easiest way to satisfy a stranger’s sense of accomplishment and allow him to reap the benefits of pleasure?”

“Success after success, of course; no one likes the feeling of failure.”

Torn Flesh let out the characteristic dry laugh of the undead as it said:

“Looks like you’re going to have to add another new goal to this journey to your roots, a path of conquest, there aren’t that many cool things in the Jackal’s ecology to appeal to the exotics, but we have the advantage of having a less complex civilization.

The ordinary people of the Otherworld live in abundance, but I don’t think they will have the chance to become lords overnight, right?
So, Hogg, if you can distribute chieftaincy after chieftaincy to them, I mean, just by joining your banner, they can go from being commoners to rulers.

Power!

Even if it’s just illusory power, even if it’s just ruling over a bunch of jackals.

Things that they can’t have but you can give them.”

“I see.”

Hogg nodded thoughtfully.

The offer to tear the flesh was a great starting point, but the exact action would require Hogg to think deeply, but before it could even get its brainstorming going, Crippled Claw, with his blood-soaked body, entered the tent carrying his beloved undead construction tool.

When it saw Hogg, it grinned widely.

Unfortunately, the Crippled Claw was not using its previous body, but a black-eyed jackal that had died in the war, which made this maniacal grin lack an intimidating power.

Its two eyes looked in different directions, then wiped the saliva from the corners of its mouth and said:
“Hogg . No, Lord Sage Wolf, the 200 Undead Warriors you need are ready, I used a brand new technique and made half of them into Jackal Skeleton Warriors and the other side into Jackal Mummies.

Ha, what a wonderful experience, that ancient knowledge is really much more efficient than my wild construction.

Next I’m going to try to construct the Underworld Slayer, the horrific butcher forged in white bone, but to make it I’ll need lots and lots of good remains, a minimum of 99 complete Jackalwolf Warrior skeletons.

Hogg!

Give me enough skeletons, I need enough skeletons to complete my amazing masterpiece!”

“There are quests you give out to warriors! Haven’t you been taught how to deal with them? They will surely be willing to help, blanch, old man is a Sage Wolf! I have to think about the future of the Jackals, I don’t have that kind of time to help you hunt around digging graves.”

Hogg chided with an irritated face, and Crippled Claw rolled his eyes, thinking that it had a good point, so he was about to turn around and leave to give out quests to the Jackal players again, but after taking a few steps out, Crippled Claw’s head did a 180° turn back.

It spoke to Hogg in an odd tone:

“Also, the Underworld Beetle I released found something strange, that female Jackal Popok’s sister, Nanak, who you’re very concerned about, she left her den alone half an hour ago in disguise.

I think she must have gone to meet someone important.

Also, I’ve confirmed that Nanaque Blackeye is pregnant! But her life breath is strange, I’ve never seen any jackal keep such a strong vitality while pregnant.

It makes me quite curious about the identity of the cub’s father.”

“Why didn’t you say something so important earlier, you crazy bastard.”

Upon hearing this news, Hogg instantly got up, grabbed one of the Underworld Beetles used for tracking from the quacking, grotesquely grinning Crippled Claw, and donned his hood again to rush out of the tent to mount the Seatwolf he’d seized from Kenports, and darted out.

“Hey, old undead, what do you think, does Hogg have his eye on that Nanak?”

Crippled Claw asked in an odd tone, and Torn Flesh, who was learning the Deathmoon Orthodox Cursing Technique, didn’t even bother to turn around as it spoke in a raspy voice:
“Hogg won’t fall for any more Jackals, its eyes have been plucked up to a realm that doesn’t belong to Jackals, and in the words it wrote in that Book of Entry into the Dark Mountain Range, at the moment it became a Sage Wolf, its whole life has been dedicated to the rise of Jackal civilization.

This was the enlightenment it had gained from its ancient memories.

Of course, I suspect that Hogg may well have had other ideas.

But what the heck, you don’t have to worry about it thinking ill of Nanak Blackeye; that female jackal is cunning, but she’s no longer at all intelligent enough to attract the attention of the Sage Wolf compared to Hogg.

As you said, you’re not the only one curious about Nanak’s lover, Hogg is actually just as curious.”
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Nanak Blackeye, sister of Popok Blackeye, old Chief Blackeye’s oldest daughter, and the now aging and decrepit it’s assistant in running the clan, is basically the same as having declared in plain sight that Nanak will be the next Chief of the Blackeye Clan.

The big and small governors and subordinate petty chiefs of the Black Eyes Clan were completely fine with this decision, because Nanaq Black Eyes was truly different from her ambitious brother, and this female jackal possessed an ability that could make other jackals obey.

There were already many old jackals who declared that Nanak would become as powerful a female chief as Chief Potana in the future.

However, Nanak is not perfect, she is 27 years old and has yet to choose her mate, which is quite old for a Dark Mountain Jackal’s lifespan.

However, Nanak Blackeye has a secret of her own.

A secret her father knows, and is secretly supporting the choice his daughter has made.

At dusk in a hidden valley on the border of the Black Eyes Clan territory, Nanaq Black Eyes jumped out of her saddle as she rode over on a red direwolf, her months of pregnancy had left her flat and wild belly a bit bloated, but she was still mobile and athletic.

With a beautiful grayish-white mane she wore a skeleton warsword at the waist of her leather armor, and carried a metal war crossbow on her back that was rare in jackal-wolf society, that style looked like a dwarven creation.

Nanak walked into this out of the rift with her own direwolf, and in the next instant she saw the tall figure sitting on a rocky outcropping basking in the sun, her stripped armor cast aside and letting the coarse wind of the Dark Mountains blow through her golden mane.

It was a very tall jackal with magnificent golden fur like a lion walking upright.

That was Nanak’s lover.

A very honorable Jackal Grand Inspector.

“Huegson, you’re really here.”

Nanak called out with some sadness:
“I heard about what happened at the Black Flame Pass, and I’m very”

Hsugson turned back.

It shook its head at its beloved lady and held out its hand to gesture for Nanak to come over.

It didn’t want to say or talk about anything right now, it just wanted one last warmth here in the harbor of its only mind before it made an important decision.

The former Huegson would die tonight.

At the dawn of tomorrow, only the Divine Chosen of the Lord of the Hunt would exist in this world, and ah, this would be its last day as an ordinary jackal, so let those troublesome things leave for now.

(End of chapter)