Biting bones, this name sounds quite vulgar to humans, but anyone who has a little culture or a cultured person in the family will not agree with a person to give himself this name. However, this is not a simple name in continental history, especially for the Transansians.

After all, the king of the gnolls who conquered most of the continents in the fourth black plague 110 years ago and almost destroyed the human civilization circle is called "Biting Bone".

When Murphy said the "real name" of the dwarf gnoll in front of him, not only Tracey, but even Xiao Weiming, who only knew a little bit of history, widened his eyes.

But she was really smart, so she quickly understood what Master Murphy on her side was up to.

Boy!

This is to support the forces to engage in internal disintegration and "peaceful evolution"!

"You name it!"

Tracey, who also understood, asked:

"In your mind, it's the surname 'biting bone'? Or is it from the 'Biting Bone Clan'? These are two concepts. The Biting Bone Clan is still in the Dark Mountains and is one of the largest clans among the Gnolls.

I've heard that they treat their fellow citizens very cruelly, and it won't be a good thing for you to let this guy cling to it. ”

"But this is in Transasia, not really in the Dark Mountains, no matter how strong the Biting Bone Clan is, they can't control my internal affairs in Transasia, at least not yet!"

Murphy waved his hand, maintained a mysterious smile, and said:

"I thought about it, it was still too slow for my soldiers and warriors to clear their nests one by one, and perhaps we could have a smarter way to end the Plague of Gnolls in Translancia more quickly.

Or even solve this hidden danger once and for all.

If the Black Plague is indeed coming, then instead of waiting for the first warlord of Translasia to be killed and a second one appears, we should simply take the power of choosing the warlord into our hands.

Trace, even if my warriors kill all the gnolls, the belt will be just as much of a nuisance as the kobolds, but I've heard that kobolds are good at digging holes.

If I declare that Transia welcomes all homeless, then I must fulfill the promise I made to this land.

Do you understand what I mean? ”

Murphy pointed to the thin but sluggish gnolls in front of him and said:

"Aren't it, they, jackals, and kobolds inhabitants of this land? I have told my Archon that our Transcia does not discriminate against any race, and that no one will be excluded from the land because of their ethnicity or appearance.

This is an opportunity.

Not only for it, but for me as well. Each clan has its own talents and specialties, and each clan has its own value, and whether or not the value of the people under his command can be reasonably used is a very important assessment criterion for the lord.

So, it's the biting bone.

One hundred and ten years ago, the King of Biting Bones was defeated and died in Transncia, and the son left behind here."

"Grandson."

Tracey corrected:

"Gnoll people don't live that long, their average lifespan is 35 years old in the cruel environment of the Dark Mountains, and even if the pressure of survival in the outside world is not so great, it is impossible for gnolls to live more than 70 years."

"Oh, yes, grandson! This is more in line with the context in which it should be. ”

Murphy stepped along, circling the dwarfing gnolls shivering in front of him.

He rubbed his chin and said in a long voice:

"The legendary Lord of the Bite died on his way back from the Filthy Swamp back to the Dark Mountains, but neither humans nor any other race could accurately find the fall of the Barbarian King, so when it was defeated, one of the several descendants who had been following it was separated from the Biting Clan and had to stay in Transcia.

It knew that it should inherit its father's ambition to conquer the continent, but it lacked the strength and favor of fate, so it could only do its best to win over the local gnolls.

But because of the suppression of the Blood Vulture Clan, it finally died of depression.

Mixing with the native gnolls gave it an offspring before it died, and the mixture of noble and mundane blood caused the grandson of the Biting Bone King to lose the signature noble fur patterns of the Moss Valley, and even to the Gnolls.

The poor biting heir has neither inherited his grandfather's power nor his father's legacy, but his innate intelligence and cunning have allowed him to have a small clan of his own in Transasia.

It had thought that its life would pass like this.

But fortunately or unfortunately, the fickle fortune gave it a chance!

Like the other Chosen One, it was finally thrust to the forefront of its time through a humiliating capture of the Chosen One, after a failed Messenger job

It has sensed the call of fate.

It's scared.

It didn't know whether to accept the kindness of Count Cadman, but a voice in its heart told it that it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. ”

Murphy put his hand on the shoulder of the dwarf gnoll, and he whispered:

"Why did that brainless fool like Kenpot become a warlord? Why can it rudely take away the clan you've worked so hard to maintain? Why does it take over your two favorite females? The self-proclaimed warlord in the Eldermar Hills is neither as cunning as you, nor can he comprehend the calamity it can bring to the native gnolls.

And you've seen the bravery and ruthlessness of my warriors, and that's just the vanguard I've sent! ”

The vampire pointed to the dazed little reed and said:

"For a warrior like her, I still have a whole ten thousand! You have no chance of winning, but you still have a chance before you face death.

I'm not asking you to be a traitor, Nash

Uh, the name is so bad it's not recognizable at all!

From today onwards, your name is 'Hogg'!

Hogg Biting Bone! ”

Murphy patted the gnolls on the shoulder, and he listened to the guy with his lust.

This isn't the first time a vampire has done this, he's already quite adept, like the best musicians plucking the strings rhythmically.

He said:

"Look, Hogg, I'm not trying to make you a traitor!

In my capacity as Governor of Translasia, I invite you and your clan to join us and become unhated by the land, and you are not betraying your people's interests or pursuing your own interests.

It's just an invitation, and betrayal are two different concepts.

Of course, you also know that the gnolls are full of violent people, and wisdom has not blessed them with ignorance and savage contentment to live like a beast.

But is there even a little bit of dignity in that kind of life?

You can change all that.

In previous times, the continent did not give you a choice, but now, Transencia has opened its arms to you, and we welcome gnolls who are as intelligent, sensible, and willing to accept order as you are.

New Gnoll!

That would be a gnolll who would say goodbye to barbarism and move towards civilization!

You will become a forerunner and even go down in history like your ancestor, the great Lord of the Biting Bone.

I can even give you territory!

What about smuggler woodlands?

Have you been there? You know it's very fertile and occupies the main routes, and as long as you nod your head, it's your and your clan's territory, and no one will hunt you down, or even bother you.

I am the lord of this land, and my word is the law in this land, and I can give you everything you want. ”

Murphy smiled.

He had already captured the strange emotion floating in the heart of the skinny gnoll in front of him.

It is indeed very intelligent, perhaps the blessing from the Mossy Valley has really opened up its wisdom, not everyone can learn the Trancian language, and this guy in front of him is an "outlier" in its group.

Murphy loves heterogeneous!

To be different means not to be accepted by the original environment.

They will be more eager than anyone else to be recognized, to see change and to embrace it in a more positive way, Murphy, Maxim, Tracey.

Even the eldest lady, Adele, and Miriam are the same.

Translasia, a land ruled by aliens, is destined to be alien to the rest of the continent.

But it doesn't matter.

Murphy knew that the gnoll in front of him, who had just been given a new name and a new "backstory", could also be one of their "aliens".

The premise is that it can convince itself.

Well, the seeds of desire have been planted, and now we just need to wait patiently for it to blossom and bear fruit, and Murphy doesn't think it will take much time.

"Looks like you'll need a little time to convince yourself."

Murphy waved his hand and said:

"I've arranged for you a cage that's quiet enough, it's in the dark, and clean water and food for you, and you have seven hours before dawn comes.

Go ahead.

Convince yourself.

It's not something hard to accept, and there's no such thing as 'dignity' or 'backbone' in the culture of the Jackals.

Don't always think about what you will lose, think about what you can gain by thinking differently.

That's the winner's mindset. ”

He glanced at Xiao Weiming.

The latter, as soon as he was excited, escorted the skinny gnolls to the prison area of the Vulture Corridor, and after them, Trace, who had not spoken, spoke:

"It's not like no one has tried to communicate with the gnolls before, and after the first Black Plague, there were people of insight in the human race who tried to make a pact with the gnolls, but it didn't work, Murphy.

With the harsh living conditions of the gnolls and their brutal inheritance, you can't find a leader who will survive long, and even if you sign a contract, there is no guarantee that their successor will fulfill it.

What's more, the Black Plague of the Dark Mountains is a natural law.

You can't restrain it in the way of a civilized person, the gnolls always don't have enough food to eat, and they don't want to starve to death so they can only attack outside. ”

"It's not a problem."

Murphy shook his head and said:

"And it's too far away to think about how to deal with the Scourge once and for all, Tris. I'm just trying, and even if Hogg can only end up bringing me a small clan of less than 100 people, it will be an absolute victory for me.

Because I didn't pay anything at all.

All the risks it chooses to take this path are at its own risk, and I don't even have to give it any commitment at the beginning of this project. Since there's nothing to lose, why not give it a try?

If we kill it, all we get is a few teeth and claws.

Although we are poor, we are not short of so much. ”

"That's right."

Tracey nodded, raising her hand a little depressedly, and she sighed:

"Is that how the energy of desire is used? I thought it was just a small way to listen to other people's hearts, but after seeing how you tug at the heartstrings, I realized that there are more radical uses for it.

I began to understand why I was so fanatical about seeing the seed of life take root, even sacrificing my strength and future for it.

It turns out that I am also one of the victims of the energy of desire. ”

"I'm also figuring it out."

Murphy waved his hand and said:

"I'll be proud if you praise me so much. Let's get down to business, Hogg brings us the exact news about Kenpot, the Gnoll Warlord of the Under Armour Hills.

The guy has amassed an army of 17,000 gnolls, and he's constantly recruiting more gnolls, which is clearly beyond the limits of what regular tactics can handle, and even if I try my best to summon otherworldly spirits, I won't be able to deal with it anytime soon.

But the good news is that we know where the big gang is.

This means that we may be able to use some 'unconventional' tactics, some tactics that can turn the tide of battle in an instant. ”

"Huh?"

Tracey blinked, and she heard a hint of foreboding in Murphy's tone.

She asked:

"What are you going to do?"

Murphy didn't answer right away.

He looked up at the dome of the Vulture Corridor, but his gaze seemed to look through the masonry overhead to the starry sky above the earth.

After a few seconds, he lowered his head, approached Trace, and asked in a low voice:

"Astral Tearing Grand Technique, will you use it? In the same way that the Tower of the Ring destroyed Cadman City with it, we can replicate this tactic, and I've even found a guy for us to make a cameo appearance.

As long as the timing card is good, not to mention 17,000 people, even 100,000 gnolls can be wiped out in one battle.

Best of all, we don't need to perform a spell on the scale of the Ring Tower.

Only a third or even a quarter of the size is completely sufficient. ”

Tracey held her breath.

Her seductive eyes twitched with a contemplative light, and with the Psionic Master's calculations and reflections on the knowledge of this specialized field, and after fifteen seconds of thought, she said:

"The principle of astral tearing is not difficult, and Transncia already has the existence of the astral creation, which makes the isolation of the material world near this land from the astral realm unstable, and in this situation, it will indeed be easier to launch that kind of technique.

But it's risky, little Murphy.

We still can't understand what kind of changes the wild and filthy astral spirits can bring to the material world on a large scale, and because the separation between the two dimensions is not stable, I can't guarantee that if the spell is successful, it will not lead to a worse outcome.

For example, "

"Second Astral Creation?"

Murphy rubbed his chin and said:

"It's true that the risk is a bit big, but what if it is reduced to the scale of the operation to the safe threshold?"

"Then the destructive power will not be enough."

Tracey shook her head and said:

"On the premise of absolute safety, the astral rift I can cause is not even a tenth of the scale of the end of Cadman City, and if they stand densely enough, it is estimated that they can kill hundreds at a time.

But that's the limit. ”

"It's okay, it's enough!"

Murphy waved his hand and said:

"The real power of this thing is not actually the lethality, but the interference and emotional and spiritual intimidation of ordinary life after the astral rift is opened.

And it is definitely much easier to clean up a group of frightened barbarians than to pack up tens of thousands of pigs running wild.

Just follow this plan.

Fiemis can be your assistant, and the Black Iron psionics among my warriors can make cameos.

They've been in this place for so long, it's time to give them something really powerful, let them really experience the majesty of being a psychic master, and they can't really be satisfied with just being the most ordinary foot man.

Strength can bring dignity and satisfaction, which is exactly what they need most in this otherworld.

You're right? ”

(End of chapter)