Hogg suspects that something is wrong with his brain, and he urgently needs to find a good doctor to see him, and if necessary, he can even undergo a craniotomy to have a good examination.

Because it immediately took the Skull of the Biting King to the Psychic Master in the Wolf Castle as soon as it woke up, and the latter assured Hogg that the thing had no psionic fluctuations, and that it had lost any magical powers after it had been desecrated by the lame paw and "purified" by Lord Murphy.

In this psionic continent, there are many things that a golden powerhouse can do, but unfortunately, their remains can hardly become "heavenly treasures" in the true sense, at most they can only be spellcasting materials that necromancers crave, or high-level crafting materials in the hands of others.

But if this skull is fine, how can you explain your "adventure" last night?

Thinking of the "simple task" given to him by the King of Biting Bone, Hogg felt that his useful head was about to explode, and he was so anxious that he was scurrying around like an ant on a hot pot, instinctively trying to find some help.

But among the people who are wandering in Wolf Castle now, how can there be a player who can help it "kill the gods"?

This running around reaping disappointments made Hogg completely depressed.

After thinking about it, he still had to ask his "old superiors" for help, so he hid in a secluded area of Wolf Castle and contacted Master Murphy with the Calculation Orb, intending to tell his most powerful and cunning guy about it at the moment, in order to get some valuable advice.

The orb was quickly connected.

There was a sound of snorting and hazing from Murphy's side, who seemed to be eating breakfast.

The vampire lord who was eating "Otherworldly Instant Noodles" suddenly fell silent after listening to Hogg's sad description, he put down his fork and thought carefully, and Hogg waited anxiously for a few seconds before Master Murphy's surprised voice sounded:

"You say. What does the King of Biting Bones want you to do? I think I heard it wrong, it's probably because I was too tired last night and I was in a trance, you say it again."

Hogg sighed, narrowed down his words, and said succinctly:

"That self-proclaimed 'King of Biting Bone' made me rush into the holy land of all the gnolls and strangle the unborn lord of the hunt when the Black Plague broke out, you heard me right, Lord Governor, my nominal ancestor now let me, a crippled gnoll, kill a god."

"Oh, I heard you right, do you want to check your brain or thinking or something, is it that after taking over Wolfsburg recently, the pressure is too great and causes hallucinations?"

Murphy suddenly asked with concern:

"Need me to put you in touch with a doctor? I can make an appointment for a psychotherapy appointment at Raven's, and although it's otherworldly knowledge, I guess it will be useful to you. ”

"I can't tell the difference, my lord, I really can't tell the difference."

Hogg was on the verge of collapse.

It covered its face and wailed:

"You might as well meet with me, and I'll tell you more about it."

"Well, okay, I'll go to Wolf Castle in a while, and by the way, inspect my defense line, you can eat something first, eat whatever you want, don't panic, kill the gods, it's just a small problem."

Murphy comforted him, leaving Hogg on Orb's side confused.

What?

What are you talking about as a minor problem?

Have you been stressed out and gone crazy lately? Why don't we go together and make an appointment to see a psychiatrist?

And is that joy when you speak, is it true?

What's going on?

The Gnoll Chief was so slanderous that he waited in the Wolf Castle with a long sigh, and after about half an hour, Murphy and Tracy appeared above the Wolf Castle.

Both of them were dressed up in the same old clothes, because the leather armor that Edward Sr. had brought over had been damaged in the battle with the Lord of the Biting Bone, so Murphy had changed back into the Bloody Vulture Grand Duke's ceremonial swordsman robes.

This thing looks elegant and atmospheric, but the practicality is really a bit poor, after all, it is a ritual armor that cannot be pursued too much.

But now Master Murphy doesn't care, because he's wearing "Creator's Legacy" under armor.

The tight-fitting inner armor with three different pieces of armor had surpassed the flawed leather armor of the elder Edward, and it was more concealed and close-fitting, and the thermostatic effect made Murphy no longer affected by the external climate.

Tracy also wore the same protective gear under the Grand Duke's robes, and because she was a psionist, she chose a psionic enhanced armor piece, so that Tris now had nine scarlet intelligent shuttles that had been repainted as the vampires' favorite by her side.

The things flew around behind her to form a "wing", just like his mother's "wings of light".

However, the Grand Duke's expression at this time was not too good.

It seems that he has a quarrel with his little obedient, and he doesn't answer Murphy's inquiry with a cold face, and the lord wants to pull hands and is thrown away, looking like a classic girlfriend is ashamed when she is angry.

She escorted Murphy to Wolfsburg with a straight face, and then threw a teleportation spell back to the Blood Vulture Corridor, without even saying goodbye.

This made the slowly falling Lord Murphy look helpless, Hogg and Murphy, who were waiting below, stared wide-eyed, and after a few seconds, Hogg asked with a flattering face:

"That. You quarreled with His Excellency the Grand Duke? I've rarely seen such a cold relationship between the two of you, the chosen ones of such a talented and beautiful woman. ”

"Alas, woman."

Murphy complained helplessly:

"Obviously she volunteered, but when she got up in the morning, she turned her face, and said that she would never say anything again, she was almost five hundred years old, how could she be the same as a grumpy little girl in this regard. Forget about her, let's talk about your problem.

You said you saw the King of Biters last night?

Describe the scene in detail, and show me its skull by the way. ”

"Huh."

Hogg hurriedly handed over the skull of the Biting King, and described in great detail the scene of his conversation with the Biting King last night.

As Murphy listened, he put the skull in his hand to initiate the object identification, only to find that the entry for this thing was indeed subtly different from before:

Name: The remains of the Lord of the Biting Bone, Head of Philip

Quality: Collectibles/crafting materials

Special Status: Transcendental Will Junction

Item Description:

[This head hides something that doesn't belong in the human world, but it obviously doesn't want to open it for you. 】

"Hmm"

Murphy frowned and returned the skull of the Lord of the Biting Bones to Hogg, and said to the Bloodclaw Chieftain with a worried and troubled expression:

"Are you sure you're not mistaken? Did Philae really tell you that it left its name in the 'register' of the Creator? ”

"Uh-huh, I confirm that."

Hogg nodded vigorously and said:

"It also says it's only one step away from true transcendent sanctification, but its current state is hard to explain, and I guess it itself probably doesn't understand why it can still maintain its soul and consciousness after more than a hundred years of death.

Doesn't it mean that when gnolls like us die, their souls will also enter Hades? ”

"I don't know much about that."

Murphy rubbed his chin and tried to come up with a plausible explanation, but after a few seconds, a cold voice rang in his ears:

"That's the classic 'living Spirit' state!

There are similar records in various churches of faith in the mainland, when a sincere believer dies after touching some sacred object, his soul will not enter the underworld, but will exist in a special state in some object or certain scene.

The most typical example is the Church of Avalon's 'Pond of the Sunset' in the sacred site of Grammo, where it is said that summoned believers can enter the pool to meditate and communicate with the ancient sages of nature.

But the living Spirit state does not last forever.

Their spirituality dissipates over time, and the longest-standing living Spirit is a Winter Priest of the Church of the Winter Wolves.

She was killed in battle while following the Hero King to conquer the Great Wilderness, and was empowered by Sue and roamed in the cold winds of the Great Wilderness, no one knows for sure if she still exists, but there is still folklore of witnessing her haunting the blizzard to rescue the trapped in the last decade or so.

The king of the biting bones is clearly in this state.

Maybe it was because it had been exposed to the mysterious powers of the Creator before it died, but apparently the cunning guy hadn't told Hogg all the truth, and its current state didn't force Hogg to help it with something.

Theoretically, as long as Hogg didn't have that, the Lord of the Bites couldn't influence it.

As long as the Bloodclaw Chief can withstand the pain of prolonged insomnia, then it does not have to bear the burden of 'killing gods'. ”

"Well, I knew I couldn't do without your help."

Murphy whispered in response:

"Thanks for explaining, Tracey, are you okay?"

"Shut up! I'm angry, don't look for me these days! ”

The Grand Duke of the Blood Vulture scolded, and Murphy sighed again, and said:

"If it's because of last night, I just want to tell you that you don't have to, love is something that tempts you to do things that you wouldn't normally do. It's just that the emotions got there, and that's not your fault. ”

"Shut up! Murphy, don't let me recall those embarrassing scenes, I must have been tempted by something dirty last night, I shouldn't have agreed to visit that private bathroom with you, you weren't allowed to say any more!

You nasty! I have to go brush my teeth now. Damn it! ”

Tracy's voice raised a few degrees, and then completely turned off the quantum communication channel that had been bound to the two of them's suits, leaving Murphy helpless again.

He looked up at Hogg and said:

"Lady Tracey just told me that the Lord of the Biters may be in some rather special spirit state, but it is not binding on you, Hogg, so the best thing to do is to refuse this task.

Don't be intimidated by the King of Biters, it has nothing to bother you right now except to whisper in your ear. ”

"Oh, is that so?"

Hogg immediately perked up when he heard this suggestion.

What it feared most was that it had been pushed into the dilemma of having to do something by the King of Biting Bones with some strange force, and when it confirmed that the choice was still in his hands, the cunning Gnoll Chief suddenly had the confidence.

It quickly thought of another thing, and it said to Murphy:

"The Lord of Biting Bones told me that our Lord of the Hunt has been contaminated, and that it will definitely be born in this black plague, and that is the god of all gnolls, so if it does come into being and drags the gnolls into the abyss, does that mean that my Bloodclaw clan will too."

"There's a good chance you won't be able to escape."

Murphy frowned and said:

"Vampires don't have gods of their own, so I can't be sure if you're going to be implicated by a fallen god, but it's not hard to see the connection when we compare them with Avalon's example.

Triss guesses that Lady Spider Avalon is the result of the contamination of the god of nature, and that the shadow elves who believe in Lady Spider are like on the continent, you know, I suspect that there must be a source for this racial depravity.

Faith is the channel through which this filthy will is transmitted.

From this point of view, the King of Biting Bones can't be considered the wrong person for choosing you to kill the gods, after all, this matter is closely related to every jackal. ”

"Huh? So what's going to happen? ”

Hogg was completely out of ideas.

It spread its claws and said in despair:

"Then I will be affected whether I do it or not, that's an evil god! I'm an ordinary crippled gnoll, what can I do? ”

"Don't panic, it's not like I haven't seen the evil god that has just been born."

Murphy scoffed at this, saying:

"Your situation is similar to that of the vampires, and I saw firsthand the sins he concocted for the vampire race when he first marched into the Vulture Corridor to confront the fallen Salokdal.

I'll admit it's twisted and powerful.

But it's not invincible, Hogg, it's not really a god, it's empty of fallen divinity and lacks a carrier, to put it simply, it's a brainless monster.

It can be destroyed in the physical world.

But you're right, no matter how this thing ends, it's not something you, an ordinary gnoll chieftain, can do alone.

Therefore, my advice to you is that if you really plan to take on this job, then you have to select a group of 'god-killing heroes' for yourself from now on and do your best to train them so that they can become strong as soon as possible.

We, the vampire Lord Paim, will not sit idly by, so you already have a staunch ally of the Knights of the Blood Alliance, and if you can convince the Church of Avalon to join this holy and righteous cause, then you will be able to get even more help. ”

The vampire lord spread his hands and said to Hogg in front of him:

"Look, isn't the background of a legendary quest chain taking shape? I've been thinking a lot about whether to add a main quest for every race, and now it seems that the gnoll race is on the surface.

It's a godsend.

With it, you'll be able to convince the bravest and most fearless of my warriors, and of course, to convince them that this extremely difficult task is worth it, you'll have to make them realize that you have the 'real thing' in your hands."

With that, Murphy took out a swamp map, made a few strokes on it, and handed it to Hogg, saying:

"Don't say I don't take care of you, my dear pangolin, this place hides the Bone King's Vault, which contains the world's most robust armor and weapons left behind by the Lord of the Bone Eater, and those things are used wisely enough to arm a god-killing team.

Now that it's yours, use the messages properly.

You must choose the bravest and strongest of the Immortals to serve you, and help you slay the evil gods, you have seen how brave they are, you know they are fearless, but they are evil gods!

As long as that guy dares to show the blood bar, they dare to raise the knife and go up.

But you have to take on the responsibility of helping them grow, in other words, once you've chosen the right people, you have to 'support' them, at least until the end of the mission. ”

Murphy reached out and patted Hogg on the shoulder, and he said:

"Also, I think you can find people in the Jackal race who don't want to sit still, you know what I mean? Now that you have become the 'Savior chosen by the King of Biting Bones', you should use this identity wisely!

The future of the gnoll race has been shrouded in darkness as the evil lord of the hunt is about to be born, and at this critical moment, Hogg, the 'wise wolf' from Transnesia, resolutely embarks on the road to stop the destruction of the population for the sake of the race.

Inspired by this righteousness, it and its clan refuse to be part of the Plague!

Not because you are traitors, but because you have realized that the Plague will only hasten the fall and demise of the Gnolls!

This is a righteous thing, and even the most stubborn servants of the gods cannot deny it, and you and I both know that the best way to be friends with others is to choose a common enemy.

Coming to the side of civilization in the Fifth Black Plague is by no means a betrayal of your own race, my dear Hogg, the heart that has been bothering you has been blessed with the righteousness of your country, and you can now finally face your fellow citizens openly. ”

The Vampire Lord leaned down and whispered in Hogg's ear:

"You're now a Gnoll hero recognized by the King of Biting Bone, and now all Gnoll should listen to your roar!

Ah, the identity of the Biting Bone Grandson we've wove for you looks like it needs to be revised, but anyway, you've got a great start to the day, and it's up to you to complete this amazing hand.

But no matter what, my warriors and I are your strongest support.

Chief Hogg, as long as you're willing to preside over this legendary race, I'll give you all the assistance you need.

Go back and think about it. ”

Murphy stood up and said to Hogg, who was full of thought:

"Such a big thing can't be decided casually, I need you to think carefully about every possibility, agree with our plan from the bottom of your heart and devote yourself wholeheartedly to it. Only in this way can you be freed from your mundane identity and become a true 'savior'. ”

"So what do I do?"

Hogg looked up and asked with a wistful look on his face:

"If I'm sure I'm going to be a part of it, what should I use as a starting point for this legendary quest?"

"Civilized Slate!"

Murphy's wisdom in the hand declared:

"The majesty and power of the Bone Biter King comes from the Gnolls' Tablet of Civilization, and that relic is the true Treasure of the Bone King, but it has been torn back to the Dark Mountains. So the first step in your 'Gnoll Salvation Plan' is to first hold the Civilization Slate in your hands.

You must be the 'Spokesman of Civilization' for the Gnolls!

It's a complicated process.

But as long as you get the slate, I can take care of the rest for you.

When you become the spokesperson of civilization, when you truly become the successor of the Lord of Biting Bones, you will have the capital to wrestle with the fallen believers of the Lord of the Hunt.

But you must act as soon as possible, once the Black Plague advances to the stage of your life and death, the tolerance of the Jackals on the extremely dangerous continent will be reduced to zero, and at that time, any action you make will encounter great risks.

Ah, my poor Hogg, you must embark on this path.

There is no joy, only endless burdens, no leisure, only the austerities of chasing, but you have indeed obtained an opportunity that everyone dreams of.

A chance to step into history!

A transcendent opportunity to become holy!

Once you do this, you will not only become the savior hero of the Gnolls, but you will even become the hero of the entire continent.

Black plague!

The terrifying Black Plague may become synonymous with the past, and a new era will be pushed away by your own hands.

Not.

You're such a lucky and unfortunate fellow. ”

Hogg's body trembled in the face of Murphy's seductive words, and Murphy thought it was considering whether or not to accept this heavy responsibility, but it was not.

After a few seconds, Hogg looked up and said:

"I can go to the territory of the Plague Clan, and before I was torn the flesh, I was promised that its people could help me become a hunting priest, and all I needed was to bring a goatman priest's heart. I can be the last apprentice of Lord Ripper, so I can infiltrate the territory of the Plague Clan and take leadership.

Of course, the premise is that you must die to tear the flesh! It must not be allowed to return to its clan. ”

"Well, you've got a plan, that's great!"

Murphy's eyes lit up, and he said:

"It's hard for us to hunt it down, we don't have roots in the Dark Mountains, but we have friends who are good at it, so clean it up, Hogg.

I'll send you to Lady Channy.

If you can convince her to help you, the Nightkin of the entire Thorn Clan will be willing to help you. ”

(End of chapter)