Hogg soon waited for the "buyer" in his lair, sooner than His Excellency Bloodclaw had imagined.

Although the honest dog is just a novice, he has a group of guys who can fly in the true sense of the word.

Best of all, it's autumn in Transencia recently, and the sun rarely appears under the rain, giving vampires a free environment.

Therefore, the new coffin bearer dog egg was grabbed by the car and the good pigeon pigeon and carried all the way in the air, there is no need to rent a horse like other bitter novices to run over, fast and trouble-free, the only problem is that it is a little unfriendly to fear of heights.

But fortunately, honest people are not afraid of heights.

Still, he was sure that these two bastards must have done it on purpose!

This was evident from the joy and amusement on their pale faces, which made the two bastards satisfied with the horror of the dogboy's yelling along the way.

And the experience of flying all the way at near sonic speed made the dog lose sensation in both arms, and the two tremors almost sat on the ground together.

But this guy is tough.

He knew that the two villains wanted to see him embarrassed, but even if he was about to throw up, he just gritted his teeth and didn't say anything about it.

"Ah, warriors from the Crimson Keep! Come, come on, Chief Hogg has prepared for you what you need. ”

Riding a coyote to greet the three guys was Nash, Hogg's lieutenant and the leader of the Bloodclaw Clan's hunting team, who was also given an Orb of Calculations so that he could communicate with the players.

This short man like Hogg had a cunning intelligence similar to Hogg's, and there was a hint of wit reflected in his green eyes.

It also knew very well that during this time, the Bloodclaw Clan was able to quickly control the rich smuggler woodlands, so that the people could live a good life without worrying about food and clothing, all thanks to the hard work of this group of warriors.

What's more, Nash had seen the warriors hunt down the Skeleton Army, and he knew that if the two sides were hostile, his Bloodclaw Clan would likely be routed and slaughtered in a very short period of time.

Chief Hogg was wise.

Maintaining good relations with these terrible fellows from the Crimson Keep is beneficial to the Bloodclaw Clan, and Nash's attitude towards the warriors is also very enthusiastic.

It has even developed a few "acquaintances" among players, and occasionally assigns them a little dangerous and rewarding task to brush up their "favorability".

This wave, this wave belongs to mutual favor, and the final result is to achieve a "friendship story".

"Yo, Nash, you've gained a lot of weight lately, and you're much better than before."

Cheche's optimistic personality makes it impossible for him to be a damn racist, so he's one of Nash's few "friends."

He took the initiative to greet the dwarf gnoll hunting captain in front of him, and Nash also rode on his coyote and quacked, and looked left and right with sinister eyes, took out two rough wooden keys from the leather bag on his waist and threw them to Che Che and the good pigeon, and said in a low voice:

"Thank you for the human spirits and flavored bacon you secretly provided to me last time, my people loved it, and I made a small fortune for it.

I've buried your share in the old place before.

Remember to pick it up when you have time. ”

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say."

The good pigeon and the car laughed, and put away the key without any psychological burden.

In the current situation where the commercial exchanges between the Crimson Keep and the Bloodclaw Clan are monopolized by the Bataxin Chamber of Commerce, the behavior of good pigeons and cars is undoubtedly "smuggling", but they have a special identity after all, even if the Bataxin Chamber of Commerce or the Blood Rat Gang find out, there is nothing they can do.

Of course, this kind of thing can't be done openly, after all, the group of small players also wants face, so they can only come secretly on a small scale.

Fortunately, Nash's appetite is not big now.

It was cunning, and it knew that if what it did was discovered by Chief Hogg, it would not escape a whip of its own.

But with four female jackals and six cubs to raise at home, Nash has no choice but to secretly take advantage of his position to engage in some side hustles to improve his life.

The four female gnolls were all rescued by Nash during the collapse of the previous camp at Kenpot, and none of the six cubs were his children, but the only bit of humanity in the gnoll's savage personality made Nash take care of them.

Hogg appreciated this and felt more at ease with Nash II.

A guy with a conscience!

Even if it's a gnoll, it's trustworthy.

Under the leadership of the enthusiastic Nash, the good pigeons, the cars and the first time to the smuggler's woodland, the dogs who were curious about everything soon came to the big beast den of the Bloodpaw Clan.

It was once a gentle hill, but it has now been dug into a rather "spectacular" cave-like shape by the kobolds of the Bloodpaw Clan, but connected by passages.

Just the "caves" scattered all over the ground can already show the "strong soldiers" of the Bloodclaw Clan, and there are tunnels in the underground area that extend in all directions, which is enough to make the defense of this beast cave full.

The clan-style Beast's Den and the Crimson Keep are two very different areas, and the swaggering of the eerie banners is full of clan style, which also makes Dogdan feel eye-opening to the eclectic art style of this ghost game.

Soon, he saw Chief Hogg waiting for them in a wide cavern.

Today's Hogg seems to be on a long journey.

It had changed into light leather armor, and next to it was its mighty wolf napping, and beside Hogg stood a row of skeleton armies waiting for the guests to pick them up.

"Skeleton Shieldman, Skeleton Swordsman, Skeleton Archer, Skeleton Spearman, Skeleton Cavalry and Skeleton Mage, this is all the skeleton army types I have at the moment.

You can pick one yourself, don't be informal, just pick and choose. ”

Hogg grinned, and in the tone of His Excellency the Chief, brandished the wolf's skin whip that Nash had carefully woven for himself, and said to the dazzling dog:

"I can guarantee that they won't rebel against your death call, but only for this time, and it's only for free, and it's to thank my friends in the Crimson Beasts for helping me reclaim the Smuggler's Woodlands.

If you want it later, you'll have to help the Bloodclaw Clan just like your friends!

I mean help each other and take what they need, the Bloodclaw Clan still has a lot of work to do for the mighty warriors, and we've got a fair pay. ”

"Is it really possible to pick one for free?"

The dog was suddenly interested.

He rubbed his hands together and thanked the cunning gnoll chief in front of him for his generosity, but the cart and the good pigeon beside him were unimpressed.

Hogg's generosity was conditional, and they had previously done a mission with the Bloodclaw Clan.

In their eyes, although Hogg is smart, the barbaric habits of the jackals are still affecting it, and it is also a mission, and Lord Murphy's side can make people feel like a spring breeze, while Hogg's side can only make people feel a cold fair deal.

Of course, this stereotype is obviously related to Hogg's poor appearance, but in any case, Hogg is far from being proficient in being an NPC.

It's a novice on the road at best.

"I want this! This one looks imposing. ”

After some selection, Brother Goudan finally chose the skeleton cavalry riding a skeleton horse.

Hogg didn't care if the guy chose the "most expensive" one, as the skeleton army was considered a consumable, and with the "wild" way of fighting and the intensity of the fight, the little players would break it sooner or later, and then they would go back to themselves and buy new minions.

Well, in that case, I should probably expect the Warriors to break it.

When the dog was very unskilled in using the technique of death conscription to sign a servant contract with the skeleton cavalry, it held the command staff in his hand to suppress the spirit resistance of the skeleton cavalry.

Hogg hadn't been in his hands on the scepter for a day or two, it was easy to learn and had mastered how to use it and had some knowledge of undead creatures.

Although the undead creatures are all dead, they are also given a certain "free will" when they are pulled back to the world from the death embrace of Hades, and if they want to enslave the undead creatures, they must fight against this "will of the dead".

This is difficult for beginners, and even more so for a novice like Goudan who has changed jobs for less than a day.

But now with Hogg's help, Dogan completed the enslavement very smoothly, but this process also drained the poor spiritual energy in Dogdan's body, so that he could only sit on the ground and rest while feeling the changes brought about by the strange contract of the dead.

His will seems to have extended partially, being bound to the skeleton cavalry in a "binding" way, and he can give some vague instructions to it.

This method of instruction will gradually refine as he understands the profession of the coffin-bearer and improves his psionic manipulation.

According to the stories he heard from Lady Triss when he changed jobs, it is said that the Masters of the Dead in the Moon Sanctuary can even direct their zombie brides to perform a desert-inspired belly dance for their guests, which is no less than that of elegant dancers.

However, that legendary realm is obviously a bit far away for Dogdan.

"The scepter!"

Cheche, who was the torturer of blood, keenly noticed the command scepter at Hogg's waist, and he tentatively asked:

"Can you sell it?"

"You have such a vision, greedy warrior."

Hogg was not angry that the warrior coveted his treasure, but on the contrary, the cunning gnoll rode on his own wolf, and in a mysterious voice he said:

"I'd love to give it to you, but not yet, I only have this scepter in my hand and I have to defend my clan with it.

But in the future, maybe in the future, I will give this powerful magic weapon as a gift to those friends of the Bloodclaw Clan.

yes

As long as we can be good friends!

Everything that exists in our treasury, everything I have, can be handed over to you.

But now, I have to leave first, and let your friends take care of their skeleton cavalry and don't let it run rampant in my den.

Also, my hunter told me that the part of the woodland bordering the Andman Hills has recently been infested with vampires of the Wolf Venom Clan.

Why don't you, in the name of Lord Murphy, grant eternal death to those enemies? Oh, that beautiful word is 'Eternal Silence,' and it's a mouthful for the tongue of a gnoll. ”

With that, Hogg harnessed the majestic wolf and quickly disappeared into the den of the beast under the arch of Nash and several elite hunters and brutes.

The car and the good pigeon who were left here stared at each other, and the car complained:

"It's okay if I was brutally painted by Master Murphy, how can even the gnolls paint me cakes? The NPCs in this game are really eye-opening. ”

"But you have to admit that Hogg's pie is very well drawn, although it lacks depth in its straightforwardness."

The good pigeon narrowed his eyes and said:

"The Scepter of Command! It's definitely going to be a great way to increase the destructive power of us psionics, and if Hogg, the Gnoll Rogue, can use it, then we can use it just as much and even better.

If Hogg's clan could really sell this kind of thing in the future, then it would not only be a must-have reputation for hunters, but also for psykers.

In other words, hasn't the meow shark been brushing the prestige of the Bloodclaw clan lately to learn the secret art of domesticating hyenas?

I think we should give him a little bit of support and make him the first little player to brush the Bloodclaw Clan to Worship, so that we can enjoy this wave of bonuses first. ”

"What a great idea! Let's go, look for the catshark. ”

——

"This way! Chief, get to where you're going faster from here. ”

Hogg and his party quickly took the path known only to the jackals and entered the filthy swamp.

This foul-smelling swamp land for ordinary people is very comfortable for the jackals, and even the coyotes and wolves under their crotch feel a certain "happiness" in the mud splashing and begin to have fun.

Nash, the captain of the hunting team, led the way, and it had taken the clan hunters deep into the swamp several times in the past, and it was already familiar with the place.

However, Nash knew what Hogg was going to do today, so in the interval between the hours of the march and the rest, Nash leaned over and wagged his tail and whispered:

"Chief, do you really want to risk coming into contact with those dangerous pestilmancers? Will they kill us? That big idiot at Kenpot wasn't friendly to us.

It calls us 'crippled bastards.'"

I reckon the gnolls from the Dark Mountains have this arrogant attitude. ”

"It's not a question of whether I want to or not, Nash."

Hogg ate on the dried venison as he glanced at the orb he hung on his wrist, on which there was a clear task directly from Master Murphy.

It was an order he could not refuse.

"At first, I thought it would be enough for my clan to stay in the Smuggler's Woodland, but, Nash, as soon as I realized that Master Murphy and his warriors were preparing to march into the swamp, I realized that perhaps the future of the Bloodclaw Clan was more than just hiding in the woodland."

Hogg enjoyed discussing these issues with Nash.

Not just because Nash had a similar background to it, but also because Nash was smart enough to understand Hogg's thoughts.

The Bloodpaw Chief looked at the muddy swamp in front of him, cut off by vines intertwined with low trees, and whispered:

"This swamp, Nash, we might be able to have it! We can build a 'kingdom' of the Bloodclaw Gnolls in this hidden swamp.

It's more private and rich.

Humans avoid it, but we can live in it, it's a godsend.

The Smuggler's Woodland can accommodate too few people, and only after I take the Filthy Swamp and become the 'Swamp Lord' can the Bloodclaw Clan grow to the point of strength.

And you've seen the skeletons attack us mercilessly.

Even if they're controlled by the Plague Warlocks, those who are supposed to be our compatriots don't care if we live or die."

Hogg snorted and said:

"They're not even as kind to us as Lord Murphy's warriors, so why don't we take advantage of their inevitable defeat and reap the benefits of our clan?"

Nash was terrified when he heard the chief's ambitions.

As intelligent as it is, it doesn't have Hogg's bizarre experiences, nor does it have a vampire to open the door to its ambitions.

Hogg blinked at the sight of Nash's frightened low-hanging tail, and it patted Nash on the shoulder with its paws and whispered:

"After I take my people into the swamp, I will leave you the Smuggler Woodland, Nash, where you can establish your own clan"

"No, I don't!"

Nash was even more frightened, and it screamed in fear:

"I know the story of Nash One, the rest of the people just think it's bad luck, but I know why it's dead, Chief, I swear to the Lord of the Hunt!

I will never betray you! ”

"Ha, don't be afraid."

Hogg nodded in satisfaction, and he stood up and ate the venison in his hand, and said:

"Mistress Murphy said it well, fear is also a motivator! Then follow in my footsteps, or there will be the next 'Nash' in your place."

Let's go, Plague Town is ahead.

Let's take the remnants of King Kenpott and get a look at the arrogant Pesticulus to see in advance how much we can 'inherit' from them. ”

(End of chapter)