The hot melt knife that Murphy got was part of the "Far Wanderer's" personal security gear, and considering that the description of the equipment stated that it was not a high-end product, it didn't even have a special name.

That's not good.

So the vampire lord made full use of his ingenuity, blessed by the Mother of Midnight, to name his new sword "Fire Fang", and then rightfully met with the despise of Lady Trissy.

Although this thing belongs to the category of "black technology" in a sense, although it is a miracle creation of the production version, it is much worse than the [data expunged] hand-rubbed thing like "Necessary Evil" in terms of attributes and special effects, but no matter how bad the miracle creation is, it is something that cannot be analyzed and manufactured in the current era.

Although this hot melt sword is not necessarily more powerful than the various psionic weapons made by craftsmen on the mainland, let alone compared to the real magic weapon of Griffin in Kudel's hand, the label of "miracle creation" obviously greatly increases the collectible value of this thing.

Maxim clearly knew the value of this batch of weapons and armor.

The loyal general didn't even use his men, but flew back and forth from the swamp to the Crimson Keep three times himself, and brought Adele with him to return the armor and weapons to the Vulture Treasury before dawn.

Adele asked him where Murphy had gone, and Maxim replied solemnly that their master was contemplating the mystery left by the Creator, which made Lady Adele, who was a little little bit of a little bit in her heart, in awe, and stopped asking.

The truth is, however, that Murphy spent the rest of the night taking a beautiful shower in the curator's private bathroom, changing into his pajamas and drifting off to sleep undisturbed in the comfortable bed.

The moderately soft and hard bed and the self-flushing toilet brought Murphy a great touch, and it is difficult for anyone who has not experienced medieval travel to understand his "touch" at this time.

It was a wonderful night for Murphy to "dream back to his past life".

Even eating junk food and falling asleep carries a "sense of ritual", the only imperfection is that Tracey refuses his invitation to bathe, and the Grand Duke of the Vulture is clearly more interested in what the Creator has left behind than in doing something shameful with his little milk dog.

This made Murphy regret.

But he wasn't disappointed, because everything was planned, and if it went at the current pace, he would be able to take Trith in a little while!

Of course, the Scarlet Witch is a goblin, so she knows how to appease Murphy's loss, especially when Murphy is half-asleep and sees Triss swaying in the "Far Traveler" armor, which feasts the eyes of the vampire lord.

After all, this set of protective gear is good at everything, the only problem is that it is the style of standard tights, and it is almost hooped to the body after wearing, and it is quite perfect to wear as an inner armor, but when it is worn on a four-hundred-year-old female fairy like Tracey, it transforms from a very serious personal security device into some kind of erotic clothing in an instant.

It almost made Murphy not hold back.

But considering that there is still a slight gap between his strength and Tracey, Murphy is very rational to maintain the demeanor of a midnight gentleman and does not try to be an overlord.

This kind of performance made Her Excellency the Witch even more satisfied.

She knows better than anyone else

The last layer of window paper between her and Murphy could be punctured at any moment, but Triss was not an ignorant teenager after all, she was well aware of the troubles she carried, and she didn't intend to send little Murphy into a worse situation for a little pleasure until that potential crisis and shadow dissipated.

Of course, tonight's vampire lord still had a very "full" crimson night and the lingering world of the two, and his only emotion about this is

The "handiwork" of the alchemy masters has really reached its peak.

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While the vampire lord is enjoying the night time, right in the same swamp, there is another sleepless.

Rather than staying in the safety of his smuggler's woodland, Chief Hogg has remained here almost always at the risk of being attacked by roaming skeleton undead after the fall of Plaguetown.

It made a pact with the student party to gain de facto control of the ruins of Wolfsburg by paying a large sum of money that would bankrupt its clan.

With the wild mindset of the Jackals, Chief Hogg had clearly made a loss-making deal, but Hogg didn't see it that way.

It didn't even bother to explain too much to the rat-eyed guys in the clan, it was a chieftain anyway and "popular with the people", it could do whatever it wanted, and as long as it made sure that its people didn't go hungry, no gnolls would oppose it.

Nash, who was smart enough to understand Hogg's thoughts, had been sent back to the woodland to "preside over the overall situation", and the "elites" of the clan were being gathered by Nash, and once the clearing of Wolfsburg was completed and the reconstruction began, these gnolls would be sent over immediately to help Chief Hogg quickly establish rule around Wolfsburg.

Before, the slow clean-up was due to the presence of swamp serpents, but now that Orr has left, the kobold laborers have suddenly become more productive.

Under the pleased gaze of Chief Hogg, it felt like it only needed to wait a few more days before it could take over the entire Wolf Castle and use it as the core area to begin to exert the influence of the Bloodclaw Clan over the entire Filthy Swamp.

Of course, Nash, Hogg's most trusted partner, was not unopposed to Hogg's adventures.

Nash thinks the Black Plague is coming.

The Filthy Swamp will definitely be the first line of confrontation between the Transansians and the Black Plague Gnolls, isn't it a suicide for Chief Hogg to settle in the swamp at this time?

Whether it's the Transans or the Black Plague Gnolls, these weak local gnolls can't afford to mess with them!

Hogg scoffed at this concern.

The Bloodclaw Chief admits that he was once terrified of the Black Scourge, but now he has learned to see it in a different way and from a different perspective.

It's also very simple to say, since Lord Murphy has decided to advance the front-line battlefield of Translancia to the barren mountain of the Dark Mountains, the filthy swamp will become the deep area of Translasia, let's not mention whether the Trancians can stop the army of gnolls in the Dark Mountains, even if the Black Calamity gnolls really rush in?

Hogg could clearly see that the swamp serpent had obeyed Master Murphy, which meant that the deadliest force in the swamp had been used by Lord Murphy!

This means that the Wolf Castle, which is closest to the Swamp Forbidden Land, will also be in the defense circle of the giant serpent, Lord Murphy never fights uncertain battles, and the warriors under his command never waste time on things that are doomed, since they all dare to bet on the ownership of the whole of Transncia that this battle can be won, then Chief Hogg also has the courage to "sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman".

It's like what its dog-headed military advisor Xiao Wei Ming said to it when it was panicking in the cage of the Crimson Keep:

"Don't always think about what you'll lose, think more about what you'll gain! That's the winner's mindset! ”

This sentence is Hogg's program of action.

It was convinced of that.

However, Chief Hogg's insomnia tonight had nothing to do with the words and what he was going to do next.

Bloodpaw Chieftain's insomnia tonight came in a very strange way, it had fallen asleep in a makeshift camp near Wolfsburg, but it suddenly woke up and fell asleep again, and was awakened again.

Hogg couldn't comprehend what was interfering with his sleep, but he knew that he might have been subjected to some kind of "paranormal event" that was difficult to describe.

"This swamp is still a fucking evil door! I'll go to the witch hunter's quarters tomorrow and ask Grandma Marianne to do a requiem ritual for me, I suspect I might be entangled in dirt. ”

Hogg, who fell asleep for the third time and was awakened, simply stopped sleeping.

It swore a furry cloak of the Northerners it had purchased from the Crimson Keep, yawned and sat by the campfire, and took out a rolled-up hide from its bosom, its "chieftain's notebook", on which Hogg's plans for the future were recorded in crooked writing.

This is still the habit it learned from Master Murphy, making plans is always long-term, and it is impossible to remember all the details and inspirations by relying on the brain alone, and the so-called good memory is better than a bad pen.

Thinking of what and writing down what is the basis for keeping the plan running smoothly.

Hogg yawned and corrected his previous thoughts, and the gnolls and brutes patrolling around the makeshift camp did not dare to ask when they saw the chieftain so irritated, but they were sure that there was no danger in the vicinity, and the hyenas roaming around did not smell the beast.

Maybe the chief can't sleep because he has eaten too much roasted crocodile for lunch? Or maybe it's because it's thinking too much?

After all, no local gnolls think about messy things all day long.

Now there are rumors within the Bloodpaw Clan that Chief Hogg was blessed by the Lord of the Hunt, who asked him what he wanted, and Chief Hogg replied that he wanted wisdom, so the Lord of the Hunt took Hogg's powerful body and gave it ten times more wisdom than ordinary gnolls.

It's hard to say exactly where this myth came from, but it's so effective that it's unmistakably good.

Most of the gnolls debated whether Chief Hogg was ten times more intelligent than ordinary gnolls, but they all seemed to acquiesce to the fact that Hogg was blessed by the Lord of the Hunt.

"Damn, why can't you concentrate tonight?"

Hogg sat by the campfire and gave himself a mouth to try to sober himself up, but he looked at the dense writing on the animal skin in his hand, and became even more groggy.

With an indescribable irritability in its heart, it set aside the hides and looked up at the bonfire burning in front of it.

The flames continued to burn and swell in front of Hogg's eyes, and even began to spin, drawing all of Hogg's attention to it, and it continued to extend with the beating of the firelight, and by the time Hogg realized that the situation was not good, it was too late.

Its entire mind was blurry and it could hear itself snoring, and the last moment Hogg's consciousness was awake, it looked beyond the campfire to see the box on the other side of the flames.

The skull of the King of Bites was placed in the box.

And at that moment, Hogg seemed to see a pair of green eyes staring at it from the box.

"! What the hell! ”

Hogg cursed and was ready to fight his way out of this strange situation, but the moment it jumped, it was as if his consciousness had broken into another mysterious space.

It sluggishly maintained a throbbing awkward posture and looked around, and everywhere it saw was a grassland of green grass and sunshine.

A tall figure sat on the rocky hillside in front of him with his back to Hogg.

It was a gnoll.

With its slender body and a dashing tail like no other gnoll, it sits three times taller than Hogg, a true jackal giant.

The wind blew through the illusion, blowing the mane of the majestic gnoll, making it look like a lion.

Compared to it, Hogg was as humble as a mouse crawling out of the dirt, and even the Bloodclaw Chieftain, who had always been confident because of his cunning intelligence, couldn't help but feel a sense of shame in his heart.

"Cowardly fools who have tigers in their hearts but have to restrain their minions, come here! Talk to Lao Tzu. ”

The giant gnoll with his back to Hogg said dissatisfied.

Hogg immediately realized that he was not being cursed when he was pulled here, it was all because of the "calling" of the guy in front of him, as for who it was.

"Hail to you, great king of biting bones!"

Hogg curled up and lay at the feet of the giant gnoll like a five-body throw, just as humble as it served to tear flesh, and Hogg was accustomed to such flattery, which it regarded as a useful lethal weapon.

However, its invincible disguise failed this time.

"You used your strengths perfectly, no, you turned your disadvantages into advantages!

A healthy gnolls don't care what a crippled fellow thinks, and their arrogance turns into poison at the cunning of you, and they fall into the trap you have prepared for them without even your own hands.

Nash

You're such a different guy. ”

The Bone-Biting King's voice became a little softer, but Hogg instinctively retorted:

"I'm not called Nash! Nash is a coward who does nothing and loses everything! I'm Hogg! Mighty Hogg! I am the chief of the Bloodclaw Clan, and I am the king of the glades! Hogg is the Lord of the Swamp! ”

"No, you idiot, that's the name your master gave you, like a man names a dog!"

The King of Biting Bones is furious.

It got up and kicked Hogg over, yelling:

"That's not your name! You can't be content to be a slave to a vampire, so how are you worthy to inherit my power? ”

"But I don't want to inherit your power at all, you're just a loser! Why should I go after the power of the loser? ”

Hogg was kicked to the ground.

But it was dispelled from fear by this blow, and it raised its head, and for the first time bravely looked directly at the majestic lion-like face of the King of Biting Bones, and it screamed:

"I've read your story! I've read the elves, dwarves, Songhai people, and humans about you over and over again, and I know you better than anyone else, Lord of the Biting Bone! It may seem like you're just one step away from toppling the continent, but you're actually far from victory!

You!

You didn't bring civilization and power to the gnolls, you just turned them into even worse beasts! There have been three failed Plagues before you, but instead of learning your lesson when you have the most perfect powers, you plunged headlong into the worse abyss with the Gnolls.

At this point, you're the worst boss!

I'm really not afraid of you at all.

My courage doesn't come from a lot of blood, I have enough knowledge to let me know what you're doing wrong!

If

If I had been in your place at that time, I would have done a hundred times better than you!

And you bastard is dead, you should rest in peace, instead of continuing to pass on your set, four times it has been proven that the gnolls cannot stand on the continent by strength alone.

This time, without your leadership, the chances of winning will only be smaller.

Give up the Black Plague!

If you want to share the world with others, you can't be an undead enemy, and when you decide to go against the world but you don't have the power to turn it upside down, your defeat is doomed. ”

Hogg almost roared and shouted what was on his mind.

It wasn't a spur call, but a point from a previous paper on the Bite King, which Professor Malcolm admired, and he thought Hogg really saw that the essence of the problem was the struggle for the right to live.

Hogg's roar made the king of biting bones who had already waved his claws stunned in place, this powerful king of jackals, who could be called "handsome", was really powerless to complain in the face of his unsuccessful juniors.

As for Hogg's accusations, it didn't care at all.

It is impossible for people who can make such a career and leave a name in history to change their minds because of a sentence or two from others, and they always have their own and indestructible views of the world.

Ordinary people are influenced by the world, and they use themselves to transform the world.

The two are fundamentally different.

Seeing that Hogg did not enter the oil and salt, and even rejected the power of the King of the Gnoll Men neatly, the King of Biting Bones simply stopped mentioning this stubble, and sat back on the rock in a huff, stared at Hogg, and spoke again when his beautiful tail was bent into a strange form:

"Since you don't want to inherit my power, then you should inherit my mistakes and burdens, anyway, you have to take something with me.

You can't leave empty-handed when you come.

This is a rule set by the Creator. ”

"Huh?"

Hogg was stunned, and he asked rhetorically:

"But. . . But aren't you a believer in the Lord of the Hunt? What a mouth full of Creator! You heretic! ”

"Hey, don't be stupid, the set of beliefs is just a rhetoric used to restrain the clansmen and unite the clansmen, the moment I walked out of the ruins of the Creator, the ignorant and primitive faith of the so-called Lord of the Hunt is not even a reptile in my eyes."

The Lord of the Biting Bones does not hide his contempt for the Lord of the Hunt.

It stared at Hogg and said very seriously:

"You don't have to dwell on my current form, I'll just tell you that they thought my last venture had failed, but I didn't! I was only 99% successful, stuck in the last 1%, I was born in a forgotten land of creation, awakened in a time that was not mine.

My existence is a legend in itself!

Of course, you can also call it a 'remnant of the old times', and you obviously don't know the great history of the Gnolls, and I'm not interested in telling you about it here.

I will only tell you that I have put my name in the Creator's register, and I am only one step away from stepping into the true transcendental.

It's hard to explain my form in a sentence or two, but I know that if I want to cross that line further, I'll have to do something that no mortal can do to prove that I'm worthy of the Sanctuary of Souls in the Conservatory of Life.

But the stupid tearing of flesh has desecrated my body, and I have lost the only connection with the material world, so I can only use this method to establish contact with you.

Listen to me, Hogg, I don't really care if you're going to be a dog for a vampire, and you don't plan to inherit my powers and titles anyway.

This shows that you are a rather rare pragmatist among the gnolls, with a good brain.

In that case, then I have to discuss something with you.

You go to the Dark Mountains!

To be part of this black plague, I don't care who you serve, I only have one request!

Destroy the altar that belongs to the Lord of the Hunt in the Mossy Valley, and don't let it really come into being in the subspace.

That creature was polluted before it was born, and more than a hundred years was enough time for him to be filthy, and once it really let out its first roar in subspace, the gnoll civilization would instantly fall into the abyss.

That's a mistake I made.

You!

Hogg, go kill the soon-to-be-born god of the gnolls! Fix my mistakes so that I will share with you the source of my power.

Yes.

It was a gift from the Creator to the gnolls. ”

(End of chapter)