Chapter 226 225 From today on, your name will be Hogg
Chapter 226 225. From today on, your name will be Hogg Bone-Gnasher!
Jiegu, this name sounds quite vulgar to humans. Anyone who has some culture or a cultured family will not agree to a person giving himself this name. However, in the history of the mainland, this is not a simple name. For special people,
This is especially true for Lancians.
After all, the king of the jackals who conquered most of the continent and almost destroyed human civilization during the Fourth Black Disaster 110 years ago was called "Bone-Bite".
When Murphy told the "real name" of the short jackal in front of him, not only Tris, but also Wei Ming, who only knew a little about the history, widened his eyes.
But she is really smart, so she quickly understood what Master Murphy on her side was planning to do.
Good guy!
This is to support forces to engage in internal disintegration and "peaceful evolution"!
"Speak clearly!"
Tris, who also understood, asked:
"In your opinion, does it have the surname 'Bone-Bite'? Or does it come from the 'Bone-Bite Clan'? These are two concepts. The Bone-Jaw Clan is still in the Dark Mountains and is one of the largest clans among the jackals.
.
I heard that they are very cruel to their compatriots, and if you dare to let this guy cling on, you will definitely not end up well."
"But this is in Transia, not really in the Dark Mountains. No matter how strong the Bone Grinning Clan is, they can't control our internal affairs in Transia, at least not yet!"
Murphy waved his hands, maintaining a mysterious smile and said:
"I thought about it, it's still too slow to just rely on my soldiers and warriors to clean up the nests one by one. Maybe we can use smarter methods to end the gnoll disaster in Transia faster.
Or even solve this hidden danger once and for all.
If the Black Disaster is definitely coming, then instead of waiting for the first warlord in Transia to be killed before the second one appears, we should simply do it and hold the power of choosing warlords in our hands.
Tris, even if my warriors kill all the gnolls, the huge number of kobolds in this area will still be a problem, but I heard that kobolds are good at digging mines.
If I declare that Transia welcomes all homeless people, then I must fulfill the promise I made to this land.
Do you understand what I mean?"
Murphy pointed at the thin but sluggish jackal in front of him and said:
"It, they, gnolls and kobolds are not residents of this land? I once told my consul that our Transia will not discriminate against any race, and no one will discriminate against anyone because of their ethnicity or appearance.
Being pushed out of this land.
This is an opportunity.
Not only for it, but also for me. Each ethnic group has its own talents and specialties, each ethnic group has its own value, and whether the value of the people under his command can be used reasonably is a very important assessment for the lord.
standard.
So, it bites the bones.
The son of the Bone-gnawing King who was defeated and died in Transia a hundred and ten years ago, who was left here."
"grandson."
Tris corrected:
"Gnolls can't live that long. In the cruel environment of the Dark Mountains, their general lifespan is 35 years old. Even if the survival pressure from the outside world is not that great, it is impossible for a gnoll to live for more than 70 years."
"Oh, yes, grandson! This is more in line with its proper background."
Murphy stepped forward and circled a few times around the shivering short jackal in front of him.
He rubbed his chin and said in a long voice:
"The legendary King of Bones died on his way back from the filthy swamp to the Dark Mountains. However, neither humans nor other races have been able to accurately find the place where the barbarian king fell. So when it was defeated that year
At that time, one of the several descendants who had been following it was separated from the Bonegnawing clan and had to stay in Transia.
It knew that it should inherit its father's ambition to conquer the continent, but it had no choice but to lack the strength and favor of fate, so it could only do its best to win over the local jackals.
But due to the suppression of the Blood Eagle Clan, he finally died in depression.
The mixture with the local gnolls allowed him to have an heir before his death. The mixture of noble blood and mortal blood caused the grandson of the Bone-gnawing King to lose the iconic noble fur pattern of Mossy Valley, and even disappeared from the rest of the gnolls.
The poor Bone-gnawing heir could neither inherit his grandfather's power nor his father's legacy, but his innate intelligence and cunning allowed him to have his own little clan in Transia.
It originally thought that its life would pass like this.
But fortunately or unfortunately, the fickle fate gave it a chance!
Like the other chosen ones, after a failed messenger job, it was finally pushed to the forefront of the times through a humiliating capture.
It has sensed the call of destiny.
It's very scared.
It didn’t know whether to accept the kindness from Count Cadman, but there was a voice in its heart telling it that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”
Murphy put his hand on the short Jackal's shoulder and whispered:
"Why can that big-headed idiot Ken Porter become a warlord? Why can he rudely seize the clan you have worked so hard to maintain? Why can he seize your two favorite females? That one in Ender
The self-proclaimed warlord in Maqiu Hills is neither as cunning as you, nor can he understand the disaster that his actions will bring to the local jackals.
And you have seen with your own eyes the bravery and ruthlessness of the warriors under my command, they are just the vanguards I sent!"
The vampire pointed at Ashina, who looked confused, and said:
"I still have ten thousand warriors like her! You have no chance of winning, but you can still get a chance before facing death.
I'm not asking you to be a traitor, Nash.
Ugh, this name is terrible, not recognizable at all!
From today on, your name is ‘Hogg’!
Hogg Bone Grapple!”
Murphy patted the Jackal's shoulder and listened to this guy's heart with the power of desire.
This is not the first time a vampire has done this. He is already very skilled, just like the best musician plucking the strings rhythmically.
He said:
"Look, Hogg, I don't want you to be a traitor!
I am just inviting you and your clan to join us as the governor of Transia and become a member who is not hated by this land. You are not betraying the interests of your clan or seeking selfish gains for yourself.
This is just an invitation, and betrayal are two different concepts.
Of course, you also know that gnolls are full of violent people, and wisdom has not blessed them, allowing them to be ignorant and savage and content to live like a beast.
But is there any dignity in such a life?
You can change all this.
In previous eras, the entire continent did not give you a chance to choose, but now, Transia has opened its arms to you, and we welcome those gnolls who are as smart, sensible and willing to accept order as you are.
New Gnoll!
That will be the jackal who bids farewell to barbarism and moves towards civilization!
You will become a forerunner, and even go down in history like your ancestor, the great Bone-Gnasher King.
I can even give you territory!
How about Smuggler's Grove?
Have you been there? You know that it is very fertile and occupies a traffic artery. As long as you nod your head, that is the territory of you and your clan. No one will hunt you or even disturb you.
I am the lord of this land, my words are law in this land, and I can give you everything you want."
Murphy smiled.
He had captured the strange emotions floating in the heart of the thin jackal in front of him.
It is indeed very smart. Perhaps the blessing from the Mossy Valley really opened up its wisdom. Not every gnoll can learn Transian. This guy in front of him is an "alien" among his tribe.
Murphy loves oddballs!
Being alien means not being accepted by the original environment.
They will be more eager to be recognized than others, more eager to see changes and embrace changes with a more positive attitude, like Murphy, Maxim, and Tris.
Even the eldest ladies, Adele and Miriam are the same.
Transia, this will be a land ruled by aliens, and it is destined to be incompatible with the rest of the continent.
But that doesn't matter.
Murphy knew that the jackal in front of him who had just been given a new name and a new "backstory" could also become one of their "others".
The premise is that it must be able to convince itself.
Well, the seeds of desire have been planted, and now we just need to wait patiently for it to blossom and bear fruit. Murphy thinks this won't take long.
"It seems you need some time to convince yourself."
Murphy waved his hand and said:
"I have arranged a cage that is quiet enough for you. It is in the dark. I have also prepared clean water and food for you. You still have seven hours before dawn.
Go ahead.
Convince yourself.
This is not something difficult to accept. There is no such thing as 'dignity' or 'backbone' in the culture of the gnolls.
Don’t always think about what you will lose. Change your thinking and think more about what you can gain.
This is a winner’s mindset.”
He winked at Xiao Ashina.
The latter stirred up and escorted the thin Jackal towards the prison area of the Blood Vulture Corridor. After them, Tris, who had been silent for the whole time, spoke:
"No one has tried to communicate with the Jackals before. After the first black disaster, some knowledgeable people among humans tried to sign a contract with the Jackals, but it was useless, Murphy.
Given the harsh living environment of the gnolls and their overly barbaric inheritance methods, you can't find a leader who can survive for too long. Even if they sign a contract, there is no guarantee that their successors will fulfill it.
More importantly, the black disaster in the Dark Mountains is a natural law.
You can't restrain it in a civilized way. The food of the gnolls is never enough, so they can only attack if they don't want to starve to death."
"That's not a problem."
Murphy shook his head and said:
"And it's too far away to think about how to completely solve the Black Disaster now, Tris. I'm just making an attempt. Even if Hogg can only bring me a small clan with less than a hundred people in the end, it's absolutely fine for me.
victory.
Because I didn't pay any cost at all.
It has to bear all the risks it chooses to take this path. In the early stages of this plan, I don't even have to give it any commitment. Since there is no loss, why not give it a try?
If we kill it all we get is a few teeth and claws.
Although we are poor, we do not lack a few things."
"makes sense."
Tris nodded, raised her hand a little depressed, she sighed and said:
"Is this how the power of desire is used? I thought it was just a small way to listen to other people's voices, but after seeing your way of tugging at the heartstrings, I realized that there are more radical uses for this thing.
I began to understand why I wanted so fervently to see the seeds of life take root and sprout, even to the point of sacrificing my strength and future for it.
It turns out that I am also one of the victims of the power of desire."
"I'm still exploring."
Murphy waved his hand and said:
"I will be proud if you praise me so much. Let's get down to business. Hogg has brought us definite news about the Jackal Warlord Ken Porter in the Under Armor Hills.
That guy has gathered an army of 17,000 gnolls, and it is still recruiting more gnolls. This has obviously exceeded the limit that conventional tactics can handle. Even if I try my best to summon otherworldly spirits, I can't. Solve it in a short time.
But the good news is, we know the exact location of the big gang.
This means that we may be able to use some 'unconventional' tactics, tactics that can turn the tide of the battle in an instant."
"Um?"
Tris blinked, she heard a hint of ominousness in Murphy's tone.
She asked:
"What are you going to do?"
Murphy didn't answer immediately.
He looked up at the dome of the Blood Vulture Corridor, but his eyes seemed to look through the masonry above his head to the starry sky above the earth.
After a few seconds, he lowered his head, approached Tris, and asked in a low voice:
"Can you use the great technique of Star Boundary Tear? Just like the Ring Tower used it to destroy Cadman City, we can also copy this tactic. I have even found a guest for us who can accurately position it. .
As long as the timing is good, not to mention 17,000 people, even 100,000 jackals can be wiped out in one battle.
The best part is that we don't need to activate a spell as large as Ring Tower.
Just a third or even a quarter of the size is completely sufficient.”
Tris held her breath.
Her charming eyes were dancing with the light of thought, accompanied by the calculation and thinking of the psychic master's knowledge in this professional field. After thinking for fifteen seconds, she said:
"The principle of astral tearing is not difficult, and there is already the creation of the astral world in Transia. That thing makes the isolation between the material world and the star world near this land unstable. Under the current situation, launching that This technique will indeed be easier.
But it's risky, little Murphy.
We still can't understand what kind of changes the wild and dirty astral spiritual energy will bring to the material world on a large scale. And precisely because the distance between the two dimensions is unstable, I can't guarantee whether it will happen once the spell is successfully cast. Produce worse results.
for example"
"The creation of the second star realm?"
Murphy rubbed his chin and said:
"Indeed, this risk is a bit high. What if the scale of the surgery is reduced to the safety threshold?"
"That would not be destructive enough."
Tris shook her head and said:
"Under the premise of ensuring absolute safety, the astral tear I can cause is not even one-tenth the size of Cadman City's Doomsday. If they stand densely enough, I can probably kill hundreds of them at once.
But that’s the limit.”
"It's okay, that's enough!"
Murphy waved his hand and said:
"The real power of this thing is not actually its lethality, but the interference and emotional and spiritual intimidation it brings to ordinary beings after the rift in the astral realm is opened. As for the wolf man's completely undefended savage mind, it is estimated that it will be destroyed by the astral realm.
He will go crazy the moment he is hit by psychic energy.
It is definitely easier to deal with a group of frightened barbarians than to deal with tens of thousands of running pigs.
Just follow this plan.
Femis can just be your assistant, and the psionic masters of the Black Iron level among my warriors can also make a cameo.
They have been here for so long, and it is time to give them something truly powerful so that they can truly experience the majesty of being a psionic master. They cannot really be satisfied with just being the most ordinary footman.
Power can bring dignity and satisfaction, which is exactly what they need most in this alien world.
