The main quest of the race has been updated to the second chapter, which has caught vampire players off guard and delighted.

Especially for newcomers, it's a shame not to be able to participate in the supposedly exciting first chapter of the race storyline, and they can find a small video of "Scarlet Defense" cut out by the leaders of the tournament on the forums before entering the game, and they will also be attracted by the deliberate bravery and shocking images.

Although the war took place in the sewers and was jokingly referred to by many as the "Battle of the Sewers", all players and the Gluttons knew that the fierce battle was one of the "battles for the state" of Translasia.

Its significance to the land is extraordinary.

It was by defeating the Wolf Venom Clan's careerist Kurando that Lord Murphy confirmed the Bloodvulture Clan's undisputed ownership of Translasia.

This kind of thing is naturally worth writing about, and in this case, the arrival of the second chapter of the main story of the race is naturally more exciting.

However, while vampire players are ecstatic, players of other races have reached the limit of their patience on forums and in games.

Although the game is currently only open to two races, vampires and humans, and the "half-elf" race is still testing with Lumina's actions, this does not prevent the majority of human players from shouting through various channels that they also need a powerful race main line!

Your vampire's main story has reached the second chapter, and the main human story doesn't even have a prologue, which is a bit too much, right?

Isn't it different?

Beware of us uniting to complain about you, bastard!

Although everyone knows that the vampire race is the son of the development team, the dog planners can't favor one over the other to this extent! No, in the face of such a serious imbalance, how can the righteous keyboard warriors turn a blind eye?

So while the vampire players were still gathering for the Dark Valley, the posts in the forum feedback area were already flying like snowflakes.

Tracy couldn't delete posts in the feedback area at a rate that could keep up with the speed at which angry human players could post, which made the Vulture Grand Duke so annoyed that he eventually had to block the prompts for new posts in the feedback area in the Calculation Orb.

But Rao is like this, seeing that the complaint posts in the feedback area of the forum have increased at a rate of more than ten seconds, Tracey's coquettish face also showed a rare trace of sadness.

She and Murphy Jr. had always thought that this feedback area was a window dressing function, but with the advancement of Transncia's "story" and the gradual improvement of the player system, this otherwise dispensable complaint channel has become important in a strange way.

Murphy, as an administrator, has noticed this, and the feedback area is like a "weather vane".

As the number of players grew, it was beyond the level of his close observation, and he and the few staff members he appointed were unable to collect every player's attitude and complaint about Real Otherworld in the game, even if they didn't sleep.

In this case, through the research of the topics in the feedback area of the forum, Murphy can effectively grasp the overall mentality of the players.

Like a true "dog planner", he controls the design and opening order of "game content" in such potential observation and research.

It can be said that the existence of the feedback area is like a copy of the big data think tank, allowing Murphy to grasp exactly what players want to see and rack their brains to achieve it in the game.

This is an important way to keep the game engaging.

Tracey is aware of this, too, and when she first helped Murphy manage the forum, the wise psyker realized the importance of the feedback zone, so after several "new hires" were hired, Tracey kept the management of the feedback zone and assigned her tasks to the others.

Another reason is that it's actually easy to manage feedback zones.

Most of the time, most of the posts in the feedback area are pointless spam posts, and Tracey only needs to spend a little time every day to delete and delete them, which doesn't take up much of her time for fishing.

But in some cases, such as right now, managing feedback boards can be the most troublesome part of the job, and a lot of feedback on the same topic on a large scale like the one right now means that there is an urgent problem in the player community that "must be solved"!

If the Translancia management is really a development team, if Real Otherworld is really a game in beta, then it means that they have caught the real "bug".

"Ah, I have a headache, I guess I'll have to write a report to little Murphy."

With a helpless expression, Grand Duke Tris stepped from the opening of the scarlet rift to the red desolate earth of Bafengte Canyon, and beside her, several scarlet portals opened almost simultaneously, sending all the members who explored the Bafengte Dadi Palace here.

It is very rare for other forces to use teleportation in such a concentrated manner.

Every psyker knows that teleportation is at risk of getting out of control, and they won't resort to this kind of rush that would kill them if they weren't careful.

Running on a horse is a waste of time, but it won't kill you at least, and of course if you're bad at riding and fall off and accidentally hit your head, then I didn't say it.

However, after Murphy and Institler Manneth signed a contract, the risk of teleportation in Translancia has been eliminated, and even if they do fall into the astral plane, the Infinity will send the fallen back to the material world as quickly as possible according to the excessively thick contract.

Only the Serpent of Time has this special ability to "rush to the scene and laugh at the first time".

In fact, the Astral Security and Pick-up duties are the "main jobs" in Murphy's contract with the Endless.

Recently, there have been cases of young players who have been unlucky enough to fall into the astral realm while using teleportation, but no one has hung up because of this, and they have shared their bizarre process of meeting the "Good Heart Serpent" and those wonderful astral scenery on the forum.

There are also lucky people who grabbed a handful of "astral dust" when they were sent back to the material world, but they were taken away by the eldest lady at a high price.

It's an important material for studying the astral environment.

In this case, the story of the "Good Heart Snake" has become a kind of "urban weirdness" in the player group, and after everyone's discussion, they think that this is an "easter egg" left by the development team, and some plot parties think that this is a "special task chain", and there will definitely be stories about this giant snake in the future that will be interpreted in the form of tasks.

I have to say that those plot parties who are active on the forum are really capable, and they can often really deduce some "truths" through some details and plots.

"Your Excellency, the members you need are already here."

The madwoman Bonnie was armed with a sharp sword, and she was dressed in a majestic and low-key manner, and she walked quickly to the pained Trace, and said in a deep voice:

"Chief Hogg and his bodyguard, the Knight of Paliano, the vampire psychic master of the Red Devil's Pavilion who is the best at summoning spells, and Lord Murphy's apprentice are all in place!"

"Well, that's good."

Tracy nodded, she glanced around, the makeshift camp was empty, and it was clear that no one wanted to miss the second chapter of the Vampire main story, not even the grumbling human players who wanted to miss the opportunity to watch the story and pick up drops.

Alas, the players are such big pigs' trotters, they want to get involved in anything interesting, and have little loyalty to what is going on at the moment.

This made Lady Bernice, who was still building a rest camp with the undead, very dissatisfied, and also made her daughter and son-in-law a little confused.

This is normal, the two half-elf leaders are dealing with the player for the first time, and they have not yet been able to adapt to the player's "too free and loose" mode of action, in their opinion, those noisy warriors are like suddenly receiving an invisible military order at some point, screaming without warning to abandon this newly discovered earth palace, and follow their governor to rush to the Valley of Shadows.

One second they were still asking questions about the two of them, but the next second they left without any attachment, just like a group of neurotics!

But it's not a big deal either.

With Lisa and Merkel's status in the 004 stronghold of Shadow Valley, they will sooner or later become members of the "high-level NPCs", and the phrase "I have my own national situation here" is destined to become their "mantra" in the future.

"Hogg, come here!"

Triss was preparing various materials and psionic items to enter the Earth Palace, and at the same time summoned the uneasy Bloodclaw Chief.

Hogg was also ready for battle.

It is no longer the raunchy posture it used to be, it is wearing the Shadow Armor of the King of Biting Bones Hunting Guard, several claw blades and poisonous throwing knives suitable for the claws of the gnoll hanging from its waist, and a bone hunting strongbow on its back, and the wolf's face is covered with a black mask and a half-covered leather armor helmet, which looks very professional and majestic.

This guy didn't know from which mouthy little player learned some "otherworldly knowledge", and thought that he had to dress recognizably as a chief, so he also got a battle flag of the Bloodclaw Clan on his back.

From a distance, it looks like a small jackal sword master, and those who don't know think that he is going to enter the wind step in the next second and find a few farmers to cut it.

However, the majestic dress could not hide Hogg's anxiety at this time.

It had been anxious ever since it was given a "legendary quest chain" by Master Murphy, and during this time, Hogg's heart was almost entirely focused on this matter except for the restoration of Wolfsburg.

Its ultimate enemy is an evil god who is about to be born

This matter will be ridiculed just by saying it, except at the wine table.

And from its anxious posture at this time, it can be seen that Hogg has not been able to come up with a way to calm himself.

"Your Civilization Slab is somewhere in the Underground Palace, in the hands of a goatman nightmare priest, that guy is a member of a dangerous family, and if you get involved in this matter, you will also become their enemy.

In this day and age, this is pretty much the most dangerous thing you can think of. ”

Although Grand Duke Tris is known as the Scarlet Witch, after years of sinking, the once evil vampire genius has also changed to a more peaceful state of mind, in fact, most of the time, Tracy is much more "kind" than Murphy.

She looked at Hogg condescendingly and said:

"This is your last chance to give up, Hogg!

While this wasn't in Murphy's plans, I know better than he is about the evil power of that organization, and considering you've served the land, I'll give you the opportunity to make that choice.

Once you enter this dungeon, it means that you will be tied to our chariot forever.

Our enemies will also become your enemies, and the shadow of our crisis will be placed on you.

Frankly, I don't think it's the responsibility of a diminutive gnoll chieftain, and it may hurt your heart to say that, but I don't think you can be the gnoll sage who ends the scourge in Murphy's eyes.

You're not molded into a posture to do big things.

You have very poor potential and not enough talent, and this kind of duck hunting on the shelves will almost make you die.

You can go now.

I'll tell Murphy that you've died in the dungeon, but you're going to give up everything and go somewhere else to live incognito.

I'll unleash a spell for you to make you forget everything.

Not because of how kind I am, but because of the contribution you made to Transnicia in the run-up to the Battle of the Swamps, I feel like you deserve a good ending. ”

Tracey's serious words made Hogg's body tremble.

To be honest, when he heard the advice of the Archduke of the Blood Vulture, Hogg really wanted to impulsively agree.

It wants to forget all this terrible thing and return itself to the life of a thin and weak disabled gnoll, hunting happily every day, playing with its mates, and preferably having a small clan of its own, without having to bear the terrible work of killing evil gods and saving the race.

Lady Triss was right to say that she was born a disabled dwarf, which proves that the goddess of fate had no intention of giving her a great mission in her life, which had no ordinary beginnings.

Maybe wallowing in the mud puddle of the wilderness that no one is paying attention to is what it's supposed to do.

Soon, however, Hogg's brain, which was different from the other gnolls, began to roar, and it began to rebuke Hogg for his stupidity and cowardice, as wisdom had blessed and cursed him.

It was because Hogg's brain was so good that he could see the other side of this death mission.

High risk and high reward!

As long as you can make it to the end alive, you will become the savior of the gnolls!

Hmm, it's too vain to say this, let's think of something affordable, the entire Dark Mountain Range will become the hunting ground of the Bloodclaw Clan, and countless gnolls will gather into an army under their own will!

All it takes is one look, and a distant tribe will disappear overnight.

All it takes is a cough to make countless kings and chiefs toss and turn.

When you move your throne, there will be a sweeping storm of war, and the entire continent will shake with a turn of your finger.

In the face of such gains, the only risk you need to pay is death at worst

It's just death.

Anyway, the days I lived in the past didn't seem like living a life with dignity at all!

No matter how Hogg thought about it, no matter how much he tried to convince him to give up, there was always a voice roaring in his head: Idiot, this is a good deal!

"I can't go back to those simple days."

Hogg lowered his head and shook his body, and said to Archduke Trace, who was looking at it:

"I can't enjoy the simple pleasure of wallowing in the mud with the same peace of mind as a gnoll, I can't convince myself to give up everything I have to be a waste, I can't take off my chieftain armor and change into a tattered leather coat to fight my ignorant compatriots every day for a few bones, and gamble my life just for a full meal.

I mean, this life has to be used for something.

If there was a choice, who would want to waste it on fighting for a piece of meat and bones? ”

It looked up.

It looked at Tracey, its eyes twinkling under its visor growing stronger with each breath, and that burning look made Tracey seem to see Murphy running to save her in the endless snow on the day of the Cadman City disaster.

Ah, his little cutie has really instilled something terrible in this gnolll in front of him, and Murphy may not know what kind of soul he will create with his own hands.

Hogg took a deep breath, clenched its claws, and said:

"You're right!

When I enter the dungeon, I will enter a fate that is not mine, and I will bear the terrible threat of your enemies and send myself and my small rising clan into an unwarranted catastrophe.

But on the other hand, my troubles will become your problems, and my enemies will be your enemies.

Alliances are never a one-way street!

If I lose something, I will gain something, and lo and behold, I've learned everything Professor Malcolm taught me!

I will not be weakened by carrying this fate, in fact it will strengthen the union between the two of us and allow me to truly become 'my own person'.

I believe that Mistress Murphy is a miraculous chosen one, and he has given me the confidence that I can ignore the questions you have raised.

I am not made to do big things, Lady Trace, I admit it, but it is my weakness and humility that I can bring more striking majesty to others when I do it with my own hands.

I need to do great things with my handicapped body, and only then will my savage and ignorant people support me from the bottom of their hearts.

I'm not going to be the second king of biters.

But I know that as long as I get to that point, I will become a greater being than that loser. It has its strength, and I have my strengths! ”

"Ho Ho Ho"

A loud laugh like a phantom sound echoed in Hogg's ears.

It was the first time during this time that the King of the Biters, who had disturbed it every night, had laughed so heartily in front of Hogg.

It seems that the failed king also agrees with Hogg's bold words at this time, and finally, it acknowledges that Hogg is also its heir, however, Hogg no longer needs that status.

"Good."

Tracey looked at Hogg in front of her.

Her seductive eyes were full of surprise, which softened the Grand Duke's tone.

She said:

"The Paliano Knight has a pact in his hand that binds your existence to Murphy's, and I hope you don't think it's a dog leash. Your wisdom should be able to understand that this is just one of a kind. Proper care. ”

"That's a dog leash! Your Excellency, you don't have to beautify it with words. ”

Hogg replied with the gnoll's slapstick laugh:

"But if I don't see it as a shame to be a dog to Master Murphy, then there is no point in slandering others, in fact, I have always thought that it is the honor of my life to be Lord Murphy's dog.

After all, how many people want to be there yet! ”

(End of chapter)