In the Valley of Shadows, Murphy and Tracy are discussing the Black Plague War with the Half-Elf Elves Elders here.

Considering that Adele has already taken care of most of the contacts, Murphy, as the governor of Translasia, only needs to draw a few cakes and promise these vigilant half-elves to maintain a friendly relationship.

The "expedition" of the Shadow Half-Elves was also ready to go, and they were sent to Wolfsburg by portal, from where they took the shortest possible time to circle the field in Transencia to decide what to do in the valley.

However, these half-elves seem to have a choice, but in fact they have very little room to maneuver.

Because everyone knows that the current situation in the Shadow Valley can't stop the gnolls in the black plague at all, they may be able to rely on the terrain advantage to block the gnolls outside their own valley, but once the gnolls surround here, with the Shadow Valley is not a rich resource, these half-elves have only one way to starve to death.

To sum up, Murphy is not worried about the half-elves doing things.

They are small in number and can't afford to spend anything, but they can give players one more race template to choose from, and to be honest, the appearance of the half-elf is actually not very good, and not every half-elf can be a unique model like Adele, their body size is too slender, which may be of interest to some "skinny" lovers.

However, the faces of these elves are indeed more delicate than those of humans, which can definitely satisfy Yan Dang's love, and it is foreseeable that in the future, the number of Lumina's "compatriots" will increase.

At the same time as this "high-level exchange", Hogg, who had been escorted to the valley by the Paliano knights before, was actually carrying out his own vertical and horizontal cooperation.

But Hogg's identity as the person he was talking to at this time was quite "embarrassing".

"Yo, isn't this a meat-ripping adult? I haven't seen you for half a month, why are you down? ”

In a tent on the outskirts of the Valley of Shadows, Hogg, a freshly baked "Virtuous Wolf", had a sneer and mockery on his ugly face, and a strange undead sat across from it.

The latter can also see the size of the gnoll, but because its body has been destroyed by the death breath of the three-headed hound, it appears here as a skeleton.

It covered itself in a black robe, and under the hood it could be seen the dark blue bone fire in the sockets of the gnolls' bones, which meant that the once pesticity chieftain had now become a corpse witch.

But it's a corpse witch, not like the corpse witches in Translancia.

To put it simply, today's meat tearing is already the most orthodox "moon corpse".

After it was killed by the mummy mother who had her brain in water, Nephitali didn't let go of the big bad guy who upset the balance between life and death, and she used the undead knowledge of the orthodox Death Moon Sect to recast the meat as her own slave.

But this is not a merciful act.

Nephitali simply wanted to punish the stupidity of Ripping Flesh for disrespecting Death in this way, as the most gifted Rising Star of the Dead Moon Sect, the Mummy Mother wielded a variety of undead spells, and she had a way to make Rip Flesh live in the pain of repentance and punishment every day after death.

The most terrible thing is that this punishment is directly applied to the soul, so that the torn flesh has no way to rely on willpower to withstand it.

In less than ten days, the torn flesh has changed from an ambitious gnoll chief to a poor soul who only wants to rest, and its temperament has become similar to that of an "ascetic" who is introverted due to pain.

At this time, in the face of Hogg's ridicule, Tear Meat didn't even have more mood swings, and he had no intention of arguing with Hogg at all.

Its owner, the brain-soaked mummy Nyphitali, would be chatting with a group of young players not far away, trying to trick them into helping her find some rare materials nearby to help her re-summon the three-headed dog of Hades.

Her best thug had been dispersed by the Fallen Priest of the Twilight Cultists.

She must re-summon her adorable three-headed dog to the physical world before heading to Transncia, in order to show the arrogant vampires the majesty of the Moon of Death.

Although Nephitali has a brain in water, her crazy personality is quite liked by players.

Especially the unique appearance and modeling of this mummy girl, she quickly became a "new NPC" sought after by players as soon as she appeared in the Shadow Valley, especially the Demon Eight Masters and the Honest Dog Egg and the Pantsless Demon Ah Feng, these guys found a new target after smoothly abandoning the Spider Lady.

They all follow the path of the sorcerer and the Death faction, and the Death Moon Sect is the recognized orthodoxy of the Death Mystery on the mainland.

Isn't this a crazy lick?

In short, Nephitali was too busy dealing with the young players to bother with her servants of atonement, which gave her room to talk to Hogg.

Waiting for Hogg to finish his series of sarcasm, he didn't speak before he spoke.

And as soon as you open your mouth, you get straight to the point:

"The slate of our civilization! Is it in your place? ”

Tearing Flesh asked in a hollow voice peculiar to the undead:

"I feel a unique aura from you, it is a strange power that makes my soul can't help but bow to you, if it weren't for my death, I'm afraid I would have given up all my persistence and firmly followed you because of your persuasion.

This strange power reminds me of the praise of the Lord of the Biting Bone in my clan.

You!

Hogg from Translasia, did you take the banner of the Lord of the Biting Bone? Will you become the new King of the Gnolls at the behest of your vampire master? ”

"Hey, the old coffin board is quite knowledgeable!"

Hogg, the bastard, was not at all respectful, and he sat cross-legged in his tent, and let out the gnoll's sneering laugh, and stroked the special chained chest in his hand, and said:

"That's right! I have taken up the banner of Lord Philae and become the spokesperson of civilization and the guardian of my race, but I will not become the king of the gnolls.

Gnolls can't have kings, otherwise many people won't be able to sleep.

My current nickname is 'Virtuous Wolf'.

I have learned from Lord Freed about the dark fate of my people, and I have traveled into the Dark Mountains to shatter this hopeless future and use my claws to exchange my claws for a bright tomorrow for my people! ”

"Hehe, your so-called tomorrow is to let our powerful clansmen follow you as dogs for vampires? Wagging his tail at Murphy's feet just to get a few bones? ”

Tearing the meat scolded:

"You self-depraved fool! Even if you have God-given wisdom and power, you don't know how to use it, and you're going to fail, I confirm that. Why did fate choose you?

Damn it!

You are not a worthy leader at all, and you have not inherited the strength and unyielding courage that the Gnolls are proud of! ”

"What has happened to you with all the strength and courage you are proud of?"

Hogg has a thick skin.

It would not break its defenses at all because of the reprimand of Tearing Meat, instead, it told Tearing Meat what it knew so far about the blackening of the Lord of the Hunt in a casual manner.

Even if the torn flesh has become a pure-hearted undead, he has been made by this heavy news.

As the most psionic and voodoo warlock in the Dark Mountains, it understands what kind of disaster the fallen Lord of the Hunter can bring to the gnolls if he utters his first cry in the subspace.

Faith binds the gnolls to their gods, and once the source falls, it is only a matter of time before the gnolls are trampled into the mud.

What's more, Hogg said that the news came from the King of Biting Bone, and it was clear that the belief in the Lord of the Hunt was first formed after the rise of the King of Biting Bone.

The King of the Gnolls had used the Faith as a means of uniting the Gnolls clans in a very crude way, and if even he said that the Lord of the Hunt was about to fall, then the news could not be faked.

"Damn it!"

Tearing the flesh and scolding:

"The priesthood of that evil god includes 'hunting', 'torture' and 'war', and the slaughter caused by the gnolls in the fourth black plague has already provided for it, and once this black plague enters a large-scale war, the lord of the hunt will be born smoothly.

Time is running out for you, Hogg, and if the Lord of the Biting Bones thinks you can take on such a duty, then you must act now!

I can give you my clan, and they will take you into the Mossy Valley, where you must destroy the shrine of the Lord of the Hunt and kill its priests to sever its ties with the gnoll civilization.

It's hard, but you have to do it. ”

"It's not 'me'!"

Hogg shook his head.

It narrowed its eyes, revealing a cunning wisdom, and it stared at the undead in front of it to tear flesh, and said:

"It's 'us'! I've come here to meet you not just to mock your failures and tear your flesh, but if I want to enter the Dark Mountains to complete my assault on the Lord of the Hunt, I must have a gnoll of sufficient repute to assist me.

You and your clan are some of the best in our clan at using psionic and voodoo, and while it seems to me that you still lack wisdom, I have to admit that the Plague Clan is indeed the most civilized gnolls out there.

I have only one heavy mission now, but the majesty and advice of the Lord of Biting Bones are not enough for me to stop the foolishness of my people, and I must come up with a practical and effective solution.

I need your help to help me, I need to use the Plague Clan as a foundation to establish my own base in the Gnoll camp, only then can I save our people from liquidation after the war. ”

"You're going to create division?"

Ripping Flesh was worthy of the former Plague Chieftain, and it immediately realized what Hogg was trying to do.

It scolded:

"You idiot! You're going to turn our people into two camps? You keep talking about civilization, but in fact you don't want to lead our people to surrender to the camp of civilization? You will ruin our last unity! ”

"You've got a fart unity!"

Hogg immediately sneered:

"If the Gnoll clans of the Dark Mountains were truly united, you, the Plague Chieftain, would not have been exiled to the Filthy Swamp, and if they were truly united, even after the death of the King of Bitten, the second King of the Gnoll would not have been elected for more than a hundred years.

The situation there can be described as 'warlord secession', and it is all looking down on you.

Lord Frered single-handedly gave the gnolls a bit of what they should be, but after it died, you unscrupulous things retreated into a clan system of wars with each other.

Also split.

Bah!

What right do you, a wagging tail wagging to the twilight, call me a traitor? I pledge my allegiance to Master Murphy in exchange for real territory for our people, and what good do you get by praying to Twilight?

You old thing, I ask you, do you want to see your people degenerate and become the public enemies of the mainland forever, or do you want to seize the last hope and create a real land for our people?

Don't use the word split, either!

Hell, open your undead eyes and take a good look, we've never been unified! I don't believe that the great chiefs are all clean now, I'm sure there are definitely twilight doglegs among them.

That's a bunch of world-destroying believers!

Are you crazy?

Build your rise on the aid of a group of doomists? What are you going to do? Help the ruins of Dusk to destroy the world and then rule the world?

Don't be silly!

I! Hogg the Wolf! Now only I can represent the only light in the gloolls' dim future! I'm not afraid to tell you that it's not just Master Murphy who is supporting me right now.

Have you heard of the vampire's Pa Ying Venerable?

That's the uncrowned king of the vampires, one of his lords is now my personal bodyguard, I have the support of the Millennial Lord, and soon, under the mediation of the Lord Pa Ying, I will be on the political stage of this continent as the only representative of the civilized gnolls!

Do you understand?

Whether you like it or not, I will be the only legitimate representative of the Jackals in this world!

I'm not going to be the second king of biters, but I'm going to do what even Lord Philip can't.

I will bring my people back from the hell of war, just as Transcia rose from the ruins! This black plague will not destroy us, on the contrary, it will shape us, and a kingdom belonging to the gnolls will be established with the blessing of all civilizations, and we will be included in the ranks of civilizations.

History has proven four times that the Gnolls do not have the power to destroy the world, and since they can't be defeated, they can only join.

I ask you, tear the meat!

Would you like to help me?

Don't you want you and your clan to be the prominent and powerful among the gnolls? Now the best opportunity is right in front of you, and if you promise me, I'll go to Lady Nephitali to set you free.

Hehe, how long will your soul burn?

Madame Mummy told me that you'll be gone in two months at most.

It's the end you deserve as a bastard who plays with death, but for the sake of the Gnoll's race, you might be able to make one last sacrifice for your people!

If you're the person you claim to be thinking about the future of your race, you should know how to choose. ”

Hogg paused.

But the aura of the virtuous wolf has been completed, and the blessing from wisdom makes Hogg's words coherent, and the power carried within him makes it impossible to refute the flesh.

No way!

Hogg, the bastard, now stands on the high ground of morality and racial justice, and nothing can hurt it.

The flesh was silent.

Now that this plot development and the rise of the Jackal are different from the rise of the Tablet of Civilization that it stole from the Land of Creation, it also has to admit that it may be more useful to give the Tablet of Civilization to Hogg than to send the valuable thing back to Mossy Valley.

It was because it understood the thoughts of the chiefs that it was even more sad to discover that the sad future that Hogg had rendered was real.

After the death of the King of Biting Bone, generations of gnolls could not come up with a decent leader at all.

Lord Frered's time was the closest the Gnoll had to rise, but that good age had been over for more than a hundred years, and Hogg was right, now was the last chance for the Gnolls before they were completely destroyed.

"So be it."

Tearing meat lowered his head.

It moved its own bones with the runes of sin carved into it, and for the first time bowed to Hogg, whom it had always looked down upon, and said:

"I'll help you, Hogg. No, Lord Virtuous Wolf, I will help you save our people from a desperate situation, and I will help you regain my clan.

But you should be prepared.

The Splitclaw Clan, made up of the most powerful priests and warlocks in the Dark Mountains, has been trying to annex the Plague Clan, and now that I'm dead, the Plague Clan's elite have been wiped out in the battle of the Filthy Swamp, and my Clan is in danger. ”

"Wouldn't that be better?"

Hogg grinned and said:

"We can use the 'savior' as a hero to appear, oh, by the way, I also brought you an acquaintance to help you help me better complete our 'salvation'."

It took the rusty bone saw from its belt bag and handed it to the Ripper.

The latter held it in his hand and heard the lame soul of his best and most crazy student screaming in this life box, which made Tear Meat suddenly feel a kind of tragedy of things being wrong and fate making people.

However, at this moment, having the lame paw by his side still makes the torn flesh of the undead feel a strange warmth.

"You're going to reinvent it, and we can't do without it for our actions in the Dark Mountains."

Hogg whispered:

"But this time with a snack, don't resurrect my dear lame claw in a neurotic posture, I need its skill, and I need it to be more stable."

"Well, you can ask that lady Nephitali for help in this matter, she has a way of stabilizing the lame claw's mind."

Tearing the flesh whispered:

"Well, this may be an opportunity, Lord Wolf, I know you're Murphy's loyal servant, but we shouldn't hug the vampire's thigh.

Taking this opportunity to become a follower of the Dead Moon Doctrine would not harm our future clan.

Our people are accustomed to singing the praises of the Lord of the Hunter, and if the gods fall, their savage hearts need a little bit of faith, and perhaps Lady Nephitali can be the enlightener of the Gnolls!

Although she has a brain that causes her to go insane, believe me, she is absolutely good at dealing with faith.

Go ahead and convince her with your powerful tongue.

This is your first challenge. ”

(End of chapter)