While Murphy pretended to be a ghost and tried to deceive the elves of the "Territorial Development Subsidy Package", the others were not idle.

For example, players of the Blue Wolf Army have been given a rather special task to escort Wolf and Old Senk to a secret location near the ruins of the Far Wanderer's headquarters.

The quest is quite vague, but considering that this thing is marked as part of the Jackal's race quest, players don't dare to slack off, although the current combat power of the Virtuous Wolf does not require players to sacrifice for it at the necessary moment, but as the leader of the rising faction, there should be no less pomp.

Hogg is also a character who is happy to communicate with others, so the actual experience of this escort mission is not dull.

The players chatted with Hogg almost all the way to the designated location, and the Virtuous Wolf also made a "billion" of his experience of wandering in Transcia as a "billion" of beautification and told the players a strange story.

In particular, the part of the "fateful encounter" between it and Murphy's master is described by Hogg in a rather artistic way as "an inevitable miracle driven by fate".

It's a clever boast, but it can't hide from the cunning players.

What Hogg didn't know was that the story of its first downfall had already been compiled on the forum by Aru and Xiao Wei as part of the "Chronicles of the Scenery of Transancia".

During the long waiting period as a "glutton", every player has read those stories more than once, and it is actually quite interesting when it comes to adventures with players as the main characters.

"Damn, this Hogg can really blow! I really don't blush, if I didn't know the truth, I would really be bluffed by it. ”

The long lion beast carrying the hot melt war knife had sweet roots in the corner of its mouth, and used the player's chat mode to complain to the wild wolf under the moon beside him:

"What do you think would happen if I debunked its whistle and told the truth about the depravity that it was almost cooked for a late-night snack by the savage gnolls of Translasia?"

"Well, it's likely to get angry and send you a difficult task that you can't complete right now, so that you can experience a feeling of disappointment. So, from the point of view of a friend, I advise you not to take risks.

But since I want to have fun too, I'm going to encourage you to do something stupid. ”

The wolf under the moon grinned and said:

"Everyone knows the intelligence of the NPCs in this ghost game, and basically what happens in reality when you expose the lies of a braggart guy who wants to face up will only repeat it here.

Oh, our Hogg boss is now slowly having idol baggage, and they have begun to consciously beautify their own history, I doubt that after its "Into the Dark Mountains" is written, the name of the second autobiography will be "Two or Three Things About Me and Lord Murphy". ”

"Vulgar! It's vulgar. ”

In this chat channel labeled "Blue Wolf Army Chieftain Alliance", the white wolf immediately objected:

"With Boss Hogg's current literary literacy, how can he have such a vulgar name, I estimate that his second autobiography is likely to be similar to "Primordial Miracle: The Wolf Growls at Midnight" and other sour titles.

It is said that the teacher of the virtuous wolf is a famous historian of the port of Charlot, and the knowledge he imparted to Hogg is enough to make the virtuous wolf have the best literary literacy in the gnoll society, of course, the literary heroes in the gnoll are nothing, I also saw Hogg ask Fury Daxian to help him pick out the typos and correct them. ”

"Well, then you say, if we help ghostwrite for the wolf."

The wolf under the moon rubbed the golden mane on his chin, and he suggested:

"Find a few street writers with thousands of words and ten yuan on the Internet to help Hogg beautify his past experience, and add all the bridges of Hedong and Hexi in the past thirty years, maybe you can brush a wave of goodwill, this is the leader of our Gnoll player's camp!

If you look at how well the vampires lick Master Murphy, it's definitely a good thing to brush up the favorability of the faction leader. ”

"Well, there's a head!"

The panchang lion beast's eyes lit up, patted his thigh and gave a thumbs up and said:

"Or your brother has a way, it's just a genius who licks NPCs, I'll ask in a few groups by the way when I'm offline to cook, heh, it's a street writer, it's everywhere."

"Okay, that's up to you."

The Wolf Under the Moon and the White Wolf finalized the matter, and the Captain Lionmon was happy to help, and while they discussed the messy player stories, Hogg and Old Senk were talking, but the discussion between the two was certainly not a trivial matter that embellished the past.

In fact, they are finalizing the negotiation process for a while.

"We've let the Whiptail Clan's minions go, and if we count the time, they'll be back in the Gnoll camp by now, and Old Singh will definitely come to the appointment when he sees my handwritten letter, but I'm not sure what my half-brother will decide."

Old Senk, who was riding on a wolf, was a little worried.

It glanced at the march path of the legion of gnolls in the distance, marching with fire in the night.

The black, desolate earth was filled with fire, representing the army under the command of Gelman Biting Bone marching towards the ruins of the Brass Fortress, and by dawn at the latest, the army of the Jackals would be slaughtering into the ruins and completely seizing the passage to the Genoese peninsula.

The situation on the battlefield of Translancia is still at a stalemate, but on the Western Front, there is no doubt that the advantage of the Gnolls has reached its peak.

In such a situation where the gnolls have completely gained the upper hand, it is indeed very difficult to convince the notoriously cunning old Singh to switch to the side of the wolf camp.

"After all, eighty years have passed, and the Singh who once swore allegiance to my king may have other ideas, he is now the patriarch of the five major clans, and the power in his hands is impossible for it to obtain under any circumstances during the time of Lord Freret."

Old Senk voiced his concerns to Hogg, explaining:

"My relationship with Singh is actually not close, the jackals are like this, and there is no deep friendship between the two sides other than that life-saving grace, and it is basically impossible to convince it in this regard."

"If you can't talk about human feelings, then put the facts and be reasonable!"

Armed with a virtuous wolf, Hogg could easily keep up with Senk's wolf on his legs, and whispered in a dumb voice as the heavy machinery moved in silent hunting mode:

"Chief Singh has lived through the glorious days of the Biting Bone King as much as you did, and although he was a pawn at the time, he was also a man who had seen the real world. How can the eyes that have witnessed the scorching sun be attracted by the ridiculous fluorescence of rotten grass now?

Singh knows what true power is!

It has followed the true greats, and I'm sure it doesn't look down on the mess of the gnolls today, especially in a future that is bound to fall under the control of the Lord of the Hunt.

If it has the slightest dissatisfaction with the future, it means that our negotiations tonight will most likely succeed.

After all, we don't need the Whiptail Clan to sacrifice a lot for the Creator's cause, we just need it to remain neutral in the chaos that follows."

"Neutral? Hmph, if it dares to be neutral, it means betrayal! Although my grandson Merck is not successful, the more than 300,000 sons of the Broken Tooth Clan are ready to enter the territory of the Whiptail Clan and seize the rich territory.

The era of isolation with broken teeth is over, and my people are longing for a life of abundance.

We don't have to whisper and ask Singh for help, war is optional! And it might be more in line with our gnoll style. ”

Old Senke said sharply:

"If for a moment that bastard dares to choose cowardly neutrality before the last great thing my king commands, then please show no mercy, your Excellency, and kill it! Give it a good time, lest it remain in this world and be ashamed of Lord Frederick.

It is also the squire of the King of Biting Bone!

It should have more responsibilities to our race and civilization than the average gnoll. ”

"Well, I'll consider your suggestion."

Hogg nodded.

But in its heart, it actually disagreed.

Old Senk's loyalty to the King of Biting Bones is indeed worthy of recognition, but the problem is that it was all a hundred years ago, and to put it mildly, it is already an old-fashioned story, and the only Jackals who can remember the glory of the past in this day and age are him and Singh.

No matter how hard the two old men tried to bring back the old times, it was nonsense.

But for a jackal like Senk Sr., looking back on the past may be much happier than looking forward to the future.

After all, in the past, it still had trusted subordinates and loyal monarchs, and the golden era was calling to it, inviting it to join in the great cause of conquering the world, when it was still young.

But what about the future?

The future is unclear for it.

The most important thing is that even if Old Senke is no longer willing to admit it, whether the next era is prosperous or down, it has nothing to do with its revered king of biting bones.

Every time Hogg looked at Old Senk, he seemed to see himself decades later.

If it fails to follow in the footsteps of Master Murphy now, then Senk Sr.'s present is its tomorrow.

This stubbornness in the past made the wolf feel intimidated, so he was once again determined to complete his mission and find himself on a path completely different from that of the King of Biting Bones.

Although the tragic ending will be written in history and praised by future generations, Hogg wants a victory written by his own hands rather than the wisdom of future generations.

Ten minutes later, they arrived at their scheduled meeting place, and the Gnoll players spread their guard in all directions, while Hogg and Old Senk stood at the bottom of the hidden hillside, patiently waiting for the guests to arrive for the evening.

Old Singh didn't disappoint them either.

Just as midnight was approaching, the Fancho Lion Beast, which was on guard at the outermost level, signaled that the messenger of the Whiptail Clan had arrived, and there was no large army coming, only three people actually came to visit.

As soon as they were brought to Hogg and Senk, the old gnolls immediately recognized the chieftain Singh, who was being guarded by two heavily armed whip-tailed warriors.

This guy is really daring!

Faced with the invitation of the old brother, it chose to go to the meeting alone.

It seems that no matter what decision Old Singh will make tonight, it doesn't want this meeting to be known to the other gnolls.

"Amir, Kirk! Yet do you not bow to your elders? ”

Old Singer rode a red wolf, and as he reached a distance of ten paces from Old Senk, he yelled at the two tall gnolls beside him.

The two fellows looked at Old Senk with a rebellious attitude peculiar to the Gnoll, and they were curious about Old Senk's black uniform and exoskeleton, but finally obediently lowered their weapons and saluted Senk under his father's stern gaze.

It can be seen that these should be the two sons of old Singh, no, in terms of age, they should be grandchildren like Chief Merck.

"I only brought my family along, my brother."

Old Singh crawled down from the wolf slowly, staggered forward with a bony cane, opened his arms to Old Senke, and said:

"As I promised when I left your realm, I have remained loyal and secret for you and my king until now, and when I saw you, I knew that the past, which we cannot forget, has called upon us.

Lo and behold, I also donned the armor of the past, just like I had been a hundred years ago when I was summoned by King Fredet to join the war. ”

That's true.

Underneath Old Singh's robes is a very old but well-maintained set of hunting armor, identical to the hunting guards captured by the players, with a few gnoll-style decorations missing.

This outfit made Hogg blink, and he probably guessed what Old Singer was thinking and the decision he was about to make.

But Senk didn't intend to let his brother go so easily.

It strode forward, looked into Singh's cloudy eyes, and said:

"How did you get old like this? You have received the blessing of my king, and you should be full of energy. ”

"But an energetic centenarian man will make others jealous, and conversely, an old man who is stupid and dying but clings to power is more in line with the image they should have in their eyes."

Singh let out a low chuckle and said:

"Now they're all waiting for me to take over my power one morning when I can't open my eyes again, and unlike you, Senk, I don't have the power to defeat one ambitious challenger after another.

But longevity is my weapon, and I have survived one careerist after another.

But this is not for my power, I am only temporarily in charge of this army for the heir of my king, and as long as the successor of the great man makes a call, the hundreds of thousands of members of the Whiptail clan can respond at any time.

So, I'm curious."

Old Singer leaned on a cane, but his always stiff waist slowly straightened up, and the cloudiness in his eyes also dissipated, as if he was young in an instant.

It stared at Senk, finally turning its gaze to Hogg, saying:

"Tonight. Will I ever make it back alive? ”

"It depends on what you decide, Singh, my cunning brother."

Old Senk was not polite, and he said directly:

"My king is not dead, his body has fallen but his soul is still fighting for our people, and it has returned in this age to complete the salvation of his people. The faith of the Creator has returned to the civilization of the Gnolls, and the Wise Wolves have found reliable allies.

We're about to attack the Mossy Valley and kill the false gods!

It's time for your Whiptail clan to make a choice, and you're going to answer my king's call to join this sacred war!" Or do you want to follow your cowardly mind and choose neutrality? ”

"Hmm, so there's no option to maintain the status quo at all of the options you've left me?"

Singh sighed and said:

"And it's been more than a hundred years, my brother, why are you still the same as before. Immature! I know that in the eyes of the fighters, it only takes one command to give everything for the ideal, but reality does not work that way.

Even if I, the old chief, give orders, the warriors of the Whiptail Clan will not all obey me.

I'm not the king of biting bones, Senk, and neither are you!

We don't have the great talent of my king to make other gnolls bow down to their orders with one word, and make them die generously with a single look.

I guess that if I give such an extreme command, my clan will most likely fall apart in an instant, and you see, the faith of the Lord of the Hunt not only bewitches Bloodscar, but the other clans as well. ”

"That's your problem, not mine!"

Old Senke scolded:

"You just have to answer me your choice!"

"Don't do that, Chief Senk, you're embarrassing Lord Singh."

Hogg couldn't stand the old soldier's "art of negotiation" anymore.

It manipulated the powerful armor to step forward, causing the two young gnolls behind Singh to draw their weapons with great vigilance, but the next moment they were surrounded by the players, and the slightest movement was about to be repaired.

But the elder Singh was not afraid.

It stared at Hogg, waiting for the other party's high opinion, and Hogg did not disappoint it, and said to old Singh:

"If you don't do anything, your clan will split as well!

I haven't met Gelman Bither, but I know that on the Western Front, it has been plotting to take your command, and once Gelman Biting completes its conquest of Genoa, the warriors of the Whiptail Clan will be called out of your control.

While the threat of the Lord of the Hunt is real, Fall is not an option for the wise.

Of course, you'll lose some of your overzealous people, but that's not a bad thing, and after the Mossy Valley has been breached, those who remain loyal to the Lord of the Hunt and savage traditions are also enemies we must clean up.

On the other hand, if you break your wrist now, you can at least earn yourself the title of 'Liberator' or 'Liberator', and enter the next era of the Gnolls as the victor. ”

"Hah, that's what I want to hear."

Old Singh nodded in satisfaction, and then asked:

"So in the next era of the Gnolls, will the Whiptail Clan still exist?"

The question made Hogg blink.

The wolf finally understood what old Singh was expecting, and he laughed in his armor and said:

"In the next era, there will be no whiptails, no claws, no biters, and no blood scars! The Gnoll civilization must unite for a great ideal and goal, like the age of the King of Biting Bones, in the service of one voice!

But don't worry.

I have no intention of becoming the king of the gnolls!

That illustrious title was too heavy for a small man like me.

The blood of Lord Philet will take that glory when they grow up, but before they become kings, our kingdom may need a wise and knowledgeable regent."

"Ah, that's exactly what I wanted to hear, and lo and behold, I saw a real wolf standing before me! If a hundred years ago, my king had been assisted by a sage like you, I am afraid that the whole world would have become the territory of the gnolls. ”

Old Singer raised his cane and shouted to Hogg:

"Well, there is only one choice, and I will be loyal to you!"

"No, not to me or to Lord Philae."

Hogg immediately corrected:

"The Creator alone is the only deity and savior of the gnolls who are mired in the mire! But the God of the clouds will not come to earth, so the eternal Divine Choice who we are to serve will be our Master, and I am confident that He will eventually lead us into a time of greatest blessings.

Because you made the right decision, welcome back to the Creator sequence, Chief Singh No, Regent Singh! ”

(End of chapter)