Chapter 484 483 Hogg: Do you think I still have a chance?
Chapter 484 483. Hogg: Do you think I still have a chance?
Bloodclaw Chief Hogg rushed to Plague Town immediately after receiving the call.
However, the fact that it came so quickly obviously means that Hogg already has a very keen "political sense". This guy must have set off from Smuggler's Wood while the young players were attacking Plague Town and guessed that after the war, Mexico
Fei will definitely summon it.
Obviously, Hogg has no doubts about the victory of the player army.
This skinny jackal is probably one of the most confident "NPCs" in the world's warriors.
When Hogg was summoned, he wore a long hood to cover his figure.
But this is a bit deceptive.
Because now all the players know it, and there are familiar guys who greet it warmly along the way, and new players who don't know it specially come over and say some nonsensical words to it, trying to brush off Hogg.
The chief's favor.
When Hogg entered the town, he also saw with his own eyes the giant swamp snake that was laid down in the ruins, as well as the corpses of the gnoll warlocks and their vicious creations that were being dug out of the battlefield and sent outside the town.
All the gnolls of the Plague Clan who stayed in Plague Town are dead, and the young players didn’t let any of them go!
The warlocks who rounded up the giant snake in the swamp were also wiped out by Ninginanka's rage. This means that the vanguard of the Black Disaster has completely failed, and it also means that the dominance of this swamp has completely fallen into the hands of Murphy.
Hogg didn't know what Lord Murphy wanted to talk to it.
But it guessed that if the god of fate favored it enough, then today it would also receive a hard-earned and generous reward, which was a beautiful thing that it had never dared to think of.
"Give."
When Hogg walked into the only intact room in Plague Town, Murphy threw something to him. Hogg took a look in his hand and found that it was a surprisingly large skull.
Judging from the shape and position of the teeth and nostrils, it should be the skull of a jackal.
"This is your 'grandpa'."
Murphy said with a bit of ridicule:
"Take it back and keep it in your big beast's den as a treasure inherited by the Bloodclaw clan and as an excellent evidence to prove your identity."
"ah?"
Hogg didn't react for a moment.
But it quickly became excited, hugged the skull in its arms tightly with both claws, and exclaimed:
"This is the bone-gnawing king."
"Yes, Philip Bonebiter, the first and only king in the history of the gnolls."
Murphy looked at Hogg and said:
"You can ask the craftsmen in your clan to make it into some kind of jackal-style souvenir for you to wear. In the future, when someone questions your bloodline, take out this thing and slap them hard in the face.
But I think you'd better not take this thing out before the fifth black disaster is over.
The jackals who have formed an army and are preparing to invade various parts of the continent will most likely not like having the successor of the Bone-Gnawing King on their heads.
Especially for a small subspecies like you."
"Uh-huh."
Hogg nodded frantically and carefully put the skull of the only great man born from his race into his black psychic leather bag.
It was very sensible and did not ask where the other parts of the bone-gnawing king's remains were. To be honest, it didn't really care about the answer.
For Hogg, the matter of disguising himself as the bloodline of the Bone-Gripping King is a plan for the future when the army is strong enough. It is very patient and not in a hurry to advance this matter.
What Hogg is most concerned about right now is how Lord Murphy will deal with Plague Town and this swamp.
It looked at Murphy eagerly. The vampire lord with the power of desire obviously felt the strong desire in Hogg's heart. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the chief who was thin but had ambitions completely different from his size.
He thought for a while and said:
"I cannot hand over the rule of this swamp to you, Hogg, because your clan was not directly involved in the attack on Plaguetown.
If I favor you too much, other factions will feel dissatisfied, and Miriam will not be able to pass the test.
The Scarlet Archon must always consider the overall situation. Before the Bloodclaw clan makes greater contributions to Transia, the title of 'Swamp Lord' will be too heavy for you."
"Ouch."
Hogg was visibly disappointed.
But it also had to admit that the Bloodclaw clan did not perform anything impressive in this battle except for providing protection and logistical support for the field hospital.
In terms of participation in the war, it is not as good as several other supporting forces.
Such enfeoffment would seem unjust and unjust, and since Hogg was already a small ruler, he could understand Lord Murphy's helplessness.
But the next second, Murphy changed his tone and said:
"I will assign Plague Town as a new stronghold to my warriors, and this will become their core base for activities in the swamp.
But you should understand, Hogg, that my warriors are currently humans. Although they can fight in the swamp, it does not mean that they are willing to stay in this bad environment for a long time.
Similarly, even if I send the most loyal group of people under my command to build in the swamp, they will not be able to live here for long.
Swamp terrain is inherently unsuitable for human habitation.
But you gnolls are very adaptable to rapid deployment and activities in this damp land, so the Foul Swamp will eventually become the territory of the Bloodclaw clan.
I do not deny this, nor do I intend to prevent the expansion you will undertake in the swamp.
My idea is that although Plague Town is not destined to belong to you, you may be able to mobilize your clansmen to create a new territorial core for the Bloodclaw clan in the vast area beyond this one-third area.
You can have your own 'Plague Town'!
I will not interfere with all this, and I am even willing to provide you with the supplies you need to build the city, and also allow you to hire architects from the Masonic Brotherhood who can help you build the city.
But you also need to plan your clan development plan in advance.
If the defense line of the civilized camp in the Barren Mountain is finally breached by the jackal army, your territory in the swamp may be lost instantly.
There are less than two months until the black disaster breaks out, maybe you should prepare in advance."
"Uh-huh!"
After receiving Lord Murphy's promise of expansion, all the little disappointments in Hogg's heart were immediately thrown out of the window.
Although the area near Plague Town guards the road to the Forbidden Swamp and Transia, it only accounts for one-third of the entire Filthy Swamp, and the remaining vast area is no man's land.
As long as Hog is brave enough, he can definitely claim most of the swamp as his own territory.
This is the courage a swamp lord should have, isn't it?
But Hogg's cunning eyes rolled, and he quickly realized that he might be able to win more based on Lord Murphy's promise!
So it organized its language a little, then rubbed its paws and said flatteringly:
"Sir Murphy, your warriors have taken Plague Town, but the town has been completely destroyed in the war. When I came, I saw that the foundation of the town had been torn apart.
If your warriors want to operate here for a long time, they must repair it first. If it is to be used for defense in the Black Disaster War, then its outer city defenses will obviously also need to be repaired.
But as you said, the work of human workers in the swamp is almost torture, so if possible, the Bloodclaw clan is willing to take on the work of repairing Plague Town for your warriors.
There are more and more kobolds in our clan!
Goldfang's call as a Geomancer was obviously very influential, especially after hearing that the Bloodclaw clan could 'arrange work' for them, and that they could be fed, clothed and provided with candles as wages.
The tribes began to converge on the Smuggler's Wood.
There are too many of them.
I have to find a place for them before they eat up my poor clan. Kobolds can also move quickly in the swamp. They are good at digging ditches and can also transport stones.
Yes!
As long as the warriors provide necessary food and some meager candles, these kobolds can not only become the founders and builders of the new town.
Even become its cannon fodder when necessary, er, I mean glorious defender and guard!"
"Sounds good."
Murphy's eyes lit up.
He stood up and said:
"Perhaps it can be used as a 'special resource' that comes with a special town. If the owner of this stronghold can coordinate the continuous arrival of kobolds, the new stronghold will definitely develop faster than Stromgarde.
Considering the responsibilities it assumes in the swamp, there is no need to blindly focus on the concept of development here.
Well, Hogg, your proposal is great.
You can go back to Smuggler's Grove now to summon the kobolds to the swamp, and I will ask my warriors to prepare food for them so that they will not starve to death."
"Well, kobolds are easy to feed, sir."
Hogg chuckled and said:
"They can actually hunt on their own. As long as you give them some weapons and use candles to enchant them, they can even hunt small crocodiles for food.
The most critical thing about taming kobolds is that warriors must let the kobolds know who is the master.
Once they choose to be loyal, the kobolds will remain quite loyal until their master's death.
If candles are given as gifts on a regular basis, it will quickly breed more dedication in them and effectively improve their slightly poor work efficiency.
I heard that the kobolds we sent to the Maginot Line even received commendations and awards from the Masonic Brotherhood. It is obvious that your warriors have fully understood how to deal with kobolds.
This is also a little bit of advice that I humblely give you, Lord Murphy.
I think the definition of ‘subjects’ in Transia may be more ‘loose’, as long as you accept that gnolls and kobolds can also become your subjects.”
"Believe me, Hogg, I want to accept you more than anyone else, but it's just not the right time yet."
Murphy's emotion this time was not just a joke.
He really hopes that his administrator system can register jackals and kobolds when counting the number of citizens. With the terrifying number of kobolds, Murphy can definitely obtain at least 4000+ free player slots in an instant.
.
Unfortunately, the current administrator system does not have this function. It currently only counts the number of vampires and humans who obey Murphy's management on this land.
The vampire lord speculated that the function of "alien subjects" would definitely be opened in the future, but as he said, it is far from the time yet.
After sending away the ambitious Hogg, Murphy used the Calculation Orb to contact Miriam who was far away in Scarlet Castle.
The Archon had already received the frontline battle report, so when the communication was connected, she congratulated Murphy's warriors on their victory in a very formal way, but then talked about the next work in a business-like manner.
This set of processes transformed naturally, which made Murphy sigh that Miriam might have awakened some extraordinary attribute.
Hey, you, a social bastard like you, have had enough of your standard bored tone when talking to your boss about work! I’ve told you, don’t read those weird dramas on the forum and get immersed in them.
The life of people in other worlds is different from our current situation!
"Regarding the decentralization of the third stronghold, the most suitable guild currently available is naturally the 'Scarlet Beast Group' that has just entered the Hall of Fame.
Regardless of their contribution in this battle, their loyalty to the Transian regime, and the important ecological niche they occupy in the Blood Vulture clan, they all determine that they can be used as a symbol of 'recognition'.
"
Miriam said to Murphy:
"Because all members of the Scarlet Beast Group have become vampires, once they gain control of the third stronghold 'Wolf's Castle', they can also regard it as the Blood Vulture Clan's development in the direction of the Filthy Swamp. This will also help to improve your relationship with
Lady Tracey's reputation in vampire society.
However, the problem with the Scarlet Beasts is that they are all combat professionals.
A handful of administrators are currently serving as village chiefs and managers of Collective Farm No. 4, which means that if they gain control of Wolfsburg there will not be enough members for day-to-day management.
Plus areas ravaged by war need to be rebuilt.
This series of events will seriously affect their energy. Considering that they are the backbone of the new members of the Blood Vulture Clan, you need to make a choice.
If this incident affects the strength improvement of the members of the Beast Group, then there is no doubt that the gain outweighs the loss."
"Well, I already know the opinion of the executive team."
Murphy nodded and said:
"Then prepare documents for them to delegate the control of the stronghold and start the registration process. The stronghold will be repaired and rebuilt with the assistance of the Bloodclaw clan.
As for management
They have a wide network of contacts and will quickly find the right person when they need a manager.
At least until the end of the Black Disaster, the third stronghold will serve as a semi-military gathering place. However, I have never had any unrealistic illusions about the development of towns in the swamp.
However, the Church of Avalon plans to use the remaining tree people to create a small "natural woodland" in the swamp near Wolf's Castle. Please remember to approve a land deed document for them.
Finally, Miriam, I need you to make two gifts in the name of the Governor's Palace of Transia, and send envoys to the Kingdom of Plantagenet and the Kingdom of Nordtof respectively.
This is a gift to King Louis and Her Majesty the Wolf Lady.
Tris and I have already selected the gift itself, and you need to be responsible for selecting the messenger and crafting a series of appropriate diplomatic rhetoric.
This is Transia's first formal diplomacy with its two neighbors, and it is of great significance. I hope you can take it seriously."
"give it to me."
Miriam said confidently:
"I will complete this job! In addition, regarding your last proposal, which was about the player festival, my secretary has already made a plan and needs you to review and confirm it. The Holy Blood Festival is of great significance to vampires.
In just ten days, if you plan to have fun with the people, then the entire Blood Vulture Corridor must start to be decorated now.
The personnel we are going to send to Port Chardeau are also making final preparations, and they will set off after the Holy Blood Festival."
"Well, I'll go back after I've taken care of things here."
Murphy responded, hung up the call and looked back at Tris, who was standing by the window with a glass of wine and looking at the ruins outside the window. He said:
"By the way, how did you celebrate Holy Blood Day before?"
"The vampire's grand banquet, with fine wine, delicious food, and dancing that lasts for ten days, happens every year. To be honest, vampires who have turned one hundred years old have little expectations for the Holy Blood Festival.
In a vampire society, it is difficult to see necessary breakthroughs and changes. When you wake up for a day, you will feel that everything around you is changing. However, if you wake up after sleeping for ten years, you will realize that nothing has changed.
It's a completely stagnant water.
In the past, the only thing we could look forward to was the 'holy blood wine' distributed by the clan leader to the clan members on the last day of Holy Blood Festival."
Tris took a sip of the wine and turned back and said:
"That's a drink made by adding a weak amount of specially processed source blood to blood wine. It can give vampires a little bit of a dispensable boost in strength.
For the weaker tribesmen, that power is a free gift.
Other than that, the festival as a whole was really lackluster.
However, the people of Cadman City look forward to the Holy Blood Festival every year, because during those ten days, vampires will stay in their castles all night long to drink and have fun, and have no time to harm them, and there is bread with jam every day.
Free distribution, everyone can have something to eat.
It can be said that the ten days of Holy Blood Festival every year are the ten days when the ethnic conflicts in Transia are the most relaxed. Unfortunately, once the ten days are over, everything will return to the bad state.
So I am looking forward to how you will spend the first Holy Blood Festival in Transia under your leadership."
"This is not my decision."
Murphy shrugged and took the wine glass from Tris.
He looked at the lipstick mark on the edge, glanced at Tris again, raised his head and drank the wine like an indirect kiss.
He said:
"I'll make this an event, I'll just give them a theme, and it's entirely up to them how my warriors want to spend their first big festival in Transia.
I believe that the creativity of my warriors in this regard will never let me down.
Ah, speaking of Holy Blood Day.
It suddenly occurred to me that for our conquest of the Bone-Gripping King, we might also give a third gift to Lord Paying, so that the Lord can taste the taste of victory with us.
Tris, you have met the Lord, what kind of gift do you think the Lord would like?"
"Emmmm, it doesn't matter what the gift is, but the artistic content must be high! Otherwise, the Lord won't even take a look at it. He is actually quite easy to deal with.
Sarokdar was very good at this in the past, and Lord Paying would always write a thank-you letter in person for his gifts, but our old patriarch is probably the most artistically accomplished individual in the Blood Vulture Clan.
After he unfortunately died, the remaining people were all a bunch of rubes.
