Dorothy said that she needed a negotiation assistant, but there were only five people, which clearly asked the young players to quickly elect representatives to participate in the grand event, and the three mud trucks who launched this "debt collection operation" were naturally among them.

Together with the current head of the "Riptide Knights", the honorary knight Tepal, and the leader of the student party, Pigeon Bo, the five of them are all together.

Veteran players know the fame of these five guys, so there is nothing wrong with that.

Of course, not everyone is convinced that they are represented, but they haven't even figured out the basic gameplay when they first enter the game, and now this kind of major event that directly determines the direction of the plot is really handed over to them, let alone others.

None of them are at ease

However, after all, there are 214 players here, and it is not easy to really agree on the opinions, and Hogg, the chief of the Bloodclaw Clan, is escorting the goods to the abandoned tax office, and there are probably twenty minutes left for everyone to discuss at most, which is not a lot of time at all.

At this time, you can see the difference between organized and unorganized.

More than 80 members of the Riptide Knights who came over found a place to collect opinions in a decent manner.

Although they are a Player Knights, their RP experience in other games has allowed them to form a team of grassroots commanders to go deep into the level of the Tentroch, so that Tempal only needs a short time to unify the opinions of the team.

On the other hand, the other casual players were in a mess, and even a few grumpy guys quarreled over it.

It's all on the radar of veteran players.

They didn't have a complicated and in-depth discussion about whether or not to accept the Bloodclaw Clan, and it had already been agreed that since the Bloodclaw Clan was a prestige force supported by the players, it had to exist!

So the biggest question now is not whether to accept it, but whether the "apologies" offered by the jackals can make the players feel satisfied?

"This Riptide Knights are terrible."

Sitting on a lame chair, the mud cart whispered to the pigeon who was hiding in the shadows and wiping his staff with a handkerchief:

"Their organization is almost catching up with the player army that Brother Bang has worked so hard to train, and I estimate that Brother Bang may be anxious for a while after these guys are officially established."

"No, it won't."

Pigeon Bo was very open-minded, and he waved his hand and said:

"People are RP parties, focusing on plot experience, and most of them have changed administrative careers, I estimate that the administrative system of Translancia will have to rely on them to support it in the future. Those management level is enough for them to be busy, and this alone determines that their combat effectiveness is unlikely to be stronger than Brother Bang's.

And marching and fighting are two different concepts.

Bang Ge is a war maniac with no interest in management and construction.

He is preoccupied with fighting, he is a professional, as the saying goes, don't use your interests to challenge other people's ability to eat.

But when the level of the administrative profession of the later people comes up, and one person leads four guards, the Riptide Knights can organize 500 people with NPC guards alone, and can even strategically affect the direction of a skirmish, which is something that no matter how powerful a combat professional can't do it.

However, Brother Mudhead, the most perceptive meow shark in our beast group just told me that there are three guys in this group of newcomers who don't have the right impression on him."

Pigeon looked left and right, lowered his voice and said:

"You know that the meow shark takes the hunter route, and after passing the Black Iron Trial, the vampire senses have been specialized into a talent of 'killing intent perception'. He told me that the 'Three Brothers' had a sense of murder that ordinary people did not have.

They are dangerous.

It's even more dangerous than Brother Cat.

Brother Cat is just a samurai swordsman, I have to compare it, Brother Cat is a sword with a sheath, but these three guys are unsheathed knives, you say, will the three of them be in reality"

"Shh

Hearing Pigeon Bao talk about this mud truck, his heart suddenly burst out, and he hurriedly blocked his mouth, and the well-informed middle-aged man looked left and right, waved his hand and said:

"Don't talk about it, just play your game, and don't have much contact with people, no matter what their background is."

"Yes, just play your game."

Brother Shovel, who was always sober next to him, glanced covertly in the direction of the six prodigal sons in the border city, and he reminded in a low voice:

"It's strange that the particularity of this game is not noticed by the above, but no matter what the identity is, being able to enter the game means that the path of Alpha has been cleared. Maybe it's the official 'representative' here to monitor whether there are any violations of the law in the game.

That's actually a good thing, you know?

Freedom without regulation will definitely cause something that no one wants to see.

In reality, the moral standards are uneven, not to mention that now this game has amplified everyone's good and evil biases, and if you really want to fall, then you can get some sadistic Chosen or Slainous believers in the same place in minutes.

With the constraints of rules and regulations, when everyone knows where the bottom line is, many rules will naturally become conventions. ”

"Well, that makes sense."

Pigeon nodded repeatedly.

He knew that he was a student and had little insight into the affairs of society, so he was very convinced of the judgment of these well-informed big brothers in this regard.

"What are you talking about?"

Riding a scorpion lion to touch you, he walked over poorly, and said to the mud cart with a small bag in his hand:

"The results of everyone's casting have been counted, do you want to take a look now?"

"Look at Mao!"

The all-risk half-hung who was protected by his four female guards complained:

"There is a voting option in the player interface, and the NPC will count it, so why do you have to draw lots?"

"Hey, isn't that a ritual?"

Touching you poor hehe smiled and said:

"It's such a big thing to give everyone a chance to participate in the performance, you guys hurry up and write your own decisions, and then I'm going to hand this thing over to the NPC."

After a bit of commotion, the 214 young players finally came to an agreement before Hogg arrived at the abandoned tax office, and Dorothy piled up the notes with the decision on them and looked at them pretendedly.

The 189 players agreed to accept and negotiate with the Bloodclaw Clan, while the remaining 25 would prefer to see the Smuggler's Woodland burn.

This decision was also made known to Murphy at the same time as the Crimson Keep.

The Vampire Lord, who was engaged in the "Daily Fencing" with Necessary Evil, took a pause, and then marked the 25 player IDs who voted against it in his core orb.

These are the guys who need to be "focused on", but this does not mean that these little players are "grudged".

Totally unnecessary!

For Murphy, these "destructive" young players are also close to his heart.

Their unsettling desire can be put into the right place at the right time, and as a manager, he has to learn to use his talents as a means of using them to achieve his goals.

"Revno, give me a view, let me see."

Murphy in the Crimson Corridor beckoned, took the necessary evil in his hand, whispered a word, and closed his eyes.

The next moment, as he closed his eyes, his vision seamlessly shifted to the bird's-eye view of the blood-eating vulture soaring in the sky, and below was the scene taking place in the abandoned tax office of the smuggler's woodland.

Guarded by a dozen gnolloll brute soldiers riding coyotes, Hogg, the chief of the Bloodclaw Clan, also rode into the ruins of the player's "eye" on an extremely imposing clan-style armed wolf.

The also planted a flag in the saddle of the Armed Wolf, which he had "inherited" from Kempot, and on it was the coat of arms he had designed for the Bloodclaw Clan.

But to be honest, it didn't feel good to be stared at by more than 200 warriors who were gearing up, and the bloodclaw brutes were all very vigilant, and some even blew up the manes on their necks.

Hogg, however, was calm.

It had seen the world in the fight club anyway, and it knew how to deal with these "strange mountain people".

After exchanging glances with Lady Dorothy, who was watching from the shadows, Hogg jumped down from his coyote and shouted at the five player representatives in front of him with his arms outstretched and the gnoll's strange voice:

"Ah, my brave human friends! I've been worried about your safety since that dangerous night of parting, and now that we're finally able to see each other again, here is the reward for my promise! ”

It shouted a few times to a gnoll trainer behind it, and seconds later a dozen coyote mounts with rough saddles were led into the rubble.

These riding coyotes are specially domesticated, and they are larger than the ferocious bloody hyenas, giving them better weight and stamina.

Naturally, their personalities as vehicles are unlikely to be too aggressive, and they are very docile, so when Hogg handed the reins of these riding coyotes to the players, these fierce-looking coyotes only howled twice and stopped struggling.

Seeing Hogg pay the mission rewards neatly, the anger of the administrative professional players also dissipated a lot.

Especially when Hogg then drove the gnolls to pile up the various loot they had collected from Kenpot's large camp that night in the ruins, and this candid and non-bargaining attitude made the five player representatives even more satisfied.

They immediately sent professional accountants to "blow up the galaxy with one punch" and "ruthless horse fork worm" to take stock of their belongings, and after a few minutes, the two came to a rough conclusion.

"It's almost a third, and counting the ones we looted before, the smaller half is in our hands."

Holding a lion spear adorned with a vulture insignia, the Infinite Horse Fork reported to a group of veteran players in front of him:

"Needless to say, the rest are all 'benefits' for the Crimson Keep Logistics Office, but at the moment, these can be exchanged for a few thousand gold coins according to the exchange price given by the Administration Office, and they will be divided equally among the brothers about a hundred gold.

To be honest, this income has exceeded everyone's psychological expectations.

Of course, this is for old players, and new players do not get a share. ”

"Of course they don't, it's something we've worked so hard to earn, but I think the gnolls must have kept a copy of themselves."

Pigeon Bo whispered:

"Do you want to ask for it again? We fought the war, and they took those out of thin air, who would be happy? ”

"There's no need for that."

The dump truck shook his head and explained:

"Now that everyone has agreed to support the Bloodclaw Clan, those loot should be a necessary investment in arming these friendly gnolls, and they must not really be allowed to hunt with their claws. And since it is a prestige force, there must be quartermasters, they don't have anything at hand, how can they send tasks to rewards?

You can't just farm out the equipment and belongings in this game, right?

You see, the monsters around the Crimson Keep are pretty much taken care of right now, but newbies always need a leveling area, and I guess this Bloodclaw Clan and Smuggler's Woodland will become a place for new players to practice.

Maybe that's what this new faction is all about. ”

"Well, that's right."

Pigeon nodded, and the honorary knight Taipal next to him also thought that there was nothing wrong with this statement.

Hogg had been watching them.

Realizing that the mountain warriors were satisfied with what it had brought out, the cunning gnoll chief stepped forward and said:

"Warriors, we've settled the loot matter, so why don't we talk about cooperation next?"

"Huh?"

The mud cart looked at Hogg, who was up to his shoulder, in surprise, and said suspiciously:

"What else would you like to work with us? Kenpot's legion has been defeated, you are already the only large gnoll clan in Translancia, and Master Murphy has spared you, so it stands to reason that your new life is no longer a threat, right? ”

"Yes, and it's troublesome!"

At the mention of this, Hogg suddenly frowned.

He shouted to his "squire" Nash, and the cunning gnolll hunter, who was as short as Hogg, immediately walked up to the alien warriors with a large bag on his back and poured the contents of the bag on the ground as his chief had commanded.

Suddenly a rancid smell greeted them, and the delicate new players immediately pinched their noses and screamed and dispersed at the shouting of the scum, but the old players didn't care, they had already thrown their sense of smell into the nine layers of hell when they fought the ghouls in the sewers.

At the moment, this did not shake their steel noses at all, but the "sample" brought by the jackals immediately attracted their attention.

"It's . Skeleton? ”

Niu Niu looked at the pile of gray bones scattered under his feet.

He crouched down in confusion and flicked the strange bones with his armor-clad fingers, and as a vampire, although his senses were weakened by the sunlight, it was not difficult to find that there were still some cold spiritual energy left in these cracked bones that had not yet dissipated.

"That's right! It's an evil spirit! The Kobold Land Occupant of the Clan, Golden Fang, told me that these evil spirits came from deep within the Smuggler's Woodlands near the Filthy Swamp, and that it was an army of skeletons! Very ferocious, very powerful, a lot of them. ”

Hogg explained to veteran players in the Gnoll's strange voice:

"I came here with my people to settle here, and we were going to lick our wounds and give our strength to Lord Murphy's rule, but we were attacked by these bones on the first night we set up camp.

They have spread all over the woodlands, giving my people a great headache.

They are very aggressive.

I have lost several powerful brutes in the past few days, and I will tell you, warriors, if this continues, my clan will be unable to withstand it. I want to hire you to help us get rid of these goddamn bones!

Reclaim the most fertile area of the woodland to serve as the Bloodclaw Clan's lair. ”

This was clearly a mission, but the veteran players didn't immediately accept it.

They were waiting for Niu Niu's summary after examining the skeletons, and what made Niu Niu feel familiar was that he saw the badly rusted Plantagenet Kingdom cavalry insignia in these bone racks.

The thing immediately brought Niu Niu's mind back to a "distant" memory, the night when their first warriors ambushed the gorse convoy in the Smuggler's Woodland.

He remembered very well that in that night of swords and swords, the three Plantagenet cavalrymen he personally stabbed to death had such badges on them!

Considering that he was now in the Smuggler's Woodland and that Hogg's Gnoll Clan was being attacked by the Skeleton Legion, a rather frightening conjecture came to mind.

"! Am we afraid that this is not a sin of our making? ”

Niu Niu said to others in a private chat:

"Remember the convoy that was killed by the Lady's Midnight Hunter in the Smuggler's Woodland Blockade? I now suspect that the uncollected corpses have become these legions of skeletons that are wreaking havoc in the woodlands!

It's the same as when we dug a pit in Morland Village and buried the corpses of the villagers in it, resulting in a ghoul lair, the initial guiding plot didn't expect there to be a follow-up?

This development team is too detailed, right? ”

"Huh?"

Niu Niu's guess made the expressions of the old players become strange, if Niu Niu's guess was correct, then the trouble Hogg is in trouble now is really the thunder they planted when they left it alone.

This.

Did the boomerang fly back and pierce itself?

"That's not right!"

The sober shovel brother in the world immediately shook his head and retorted:

"That convoy is only about 200 people, according to Hogg, these skeletons are already all over the smuggler's woodland, their number is definitely exaggerated, there is definitely something wrong with this!"

"So what?"

Pigeon Bo whispered:

"Can you take this task?"

"Pick it up!"

Shovel squinted his eyes, he looked at the lush smuggler woodland in front of him, and said in a firm tone:

"If you dig deeper into this line, there must be a hidden plot! I said that it is impossible for the development team to arrange a new force to appear casually, maybe the Bloodclaw Clan is the guiding force that opens the hidden plot. But you can't just take it casually

Gotta find a way to squeeze more oil and water out of Hogg!

It's a 'family bank benefit' for the new brothers. ”

(End of chapter)