Chapter 845 844 Xian Lang’s choice to persuade Old Singer
Chapter 845 844. The Wise Wolf’s Persuasion·Old Singer’s Choice
While Murphy was pretending to be clever and trying to defraud the "territory development subsidy package" from the elves, others were not idle.
For example, the players of the Blue Wolf Army received a very special mission. They were asked to escort Wise Wolf and Old Senk to a secret location near the ruins of the Farstrider headquarters.
The mission is quite vague, but considering that this thing is marked as part of the jackal's racial mission, the players dare not neglect it. Although the current combat power of the Xian Wolf does not require players to sacrifice for it when necessary, but as a
A rising leader of the camp must have the pomp and ceremony he deserves.
Hogg is also a character who is willing to communicate with others, so the actual experience of this escort mission is not boring.
The players and Hogg chatted almost all the way to the designated location. Wise Wolf also beautified his experience of wandering in Transia when he was "young" and told it to the players as a strange story.
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Especially the part about its "fateful encounter" with Murphy's master was described by Hogg in a very artistic way as "an inevitable miracle driven by fate."
This kind of bragging is quite clever, but it cannot be fooled by cunning players.
What Hogg didn't know was that the story about its original downfall had already been compiled into "Transia's Scenery" on the forum by Ah Yun and Xiao Weiming.
During the long waiting period as a "Greeting Party", every player has read those stories more than once. It is actually quite interesting to read them as adventure novels with the players as the protagonists.
"Holy shit, this Hogg is really good at bragging! He really doesn't blush. If I hadn't known the truth, I would have been fooled by it."
BanchoLeomon, who was carrying a molten sword, had sweetroot in his mouth and used the player's chat mode to complain to the Crazy Wolf under the Moon next to him:
"What do you think will happen if I expose its nonsense now and tell the truth about its downfall that it was almost cooked as a late-night snack by the barbaric jackals of Transia?"
"Well, it will most likely get angry and send you a difficult task that you can't complete now, so that you can experience the feeling of disappointment. So, as a friend, I suggest you not to take the risk.
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But since I also want to have fun, I will encourage you to do stupid things."
The mad wolf under the moon grinned and said:
"Everyone knows how intelligent the NPCs in this damn game are. Basically, what happens in reality when you expose the lies of a bragging guy who wants to lose face will only happen again here.
Oops, our boss Hogg is now slowly gaining the baggage of an idol, and has begun to consciously beautify his own history of success. I doubt that he will write his second autobiography after writing "Into the Dark Mountains"
The name is going to be "My Two-Three Things with Mr. Murphy"."
"Vulgar! So vulgar."
Bai Tailang, who was in the chat channel labeled "Grand Alliance of Gray Wolf Army Chiefs", immediately objected:
"With the current literary and artistic literacy of Mr. Hogg, how could he come up with such a vulgar name? I estimate that his second autobiography will most likely be similar to the title of "Original Miracle: The Young Wolf Howled at Midnight".
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It is said that Xian Lang's teacher is a famous historical scholar in Port Chardeau. The knowledge he imparted to Hogg is enough for Xian Lang to have the best literary quality in the Jackal society. Of course, being a literary giant among Jackals is nothing. I
I also saw Hogg asking Immortal Furui to help him pick out typos and correct them."
"Well, what do you guys think, if we help ghostwrite for Xian Lang."
Under the moonlight, the mad wolf rubbed the golden mane on his chin and suggested:
"Just find a few street writers on the Internet who can help Hogg beautify his past experiences. They will add in the scenes of thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi. Maybe they can give him a good brush.
I have a good impression, this is the camp leader of our jackal players!
If you look at the extent to which the vampires lick Lord Murphy, you will know that it will definitely be a good thing to increase the favorability of the camp leader."
"Well, there's something wrong!"
BanchoLeomon's eyes lit up, he patted his thigh and gave a thumbs up and said:
"Your brother has a way. He is a genius at licking NPCs. I will ask in a few novel groups while I'm offline for a while. Haha, there are street writers everywhere."
"Okay, I'll leave that to you."
Mad Wolf and White Wolf under the Moon finalized this matter, and BanchoLeomon was also willing to help. While they were discussing these messy player stories, Hogg and Old Senke were also talking, but these two people were discussing
It's definitely not a trivial matter that glorifies the past.
In fact, they are finalizing the negotiation process for a while.
"We released the servants of the Whiptail clan, and counting the time, they should have returned to the jackal camp by now. Old Singer will definitely come to keep the appointment after seeing my personal letter, but I can't confirm that I
What decision will my half-brother make?"
Old Senk, who was riding on the warg, was a little worried.
It glanced at the marching route of the Jackal Legion in the distance, holding fire in the night.
The continuous fires on this black and desolate land represent that the army under Gehrman Bonegnasher is marching towards the ruins of the Brass Fortress. By dawn at the latest, the gnoll army will enter the ruins.
, completely seize the passage to the Genoa Peninsula.
The situation on the battlefield in Transia is still at a stalemate, but on the Western Front, the advantage of the Jackals has undoubtedly reached its peak.
In this situation where the Jackals have completely gained the upper hand, it is indeed very difficult to persuade the famously cunning old Singer to switch to the Wise Wolf camp.
"After all, eighty years have passed. Singer, who once swore allegiance to our king, may have other ideas. He is now the leader of the five major clans, and the power he holds in his hands is even greater than it was during Lord Philip's time.
It’s possible to get it.”
Senk Sr. expressed his concerns to Hogg, explaining:
"My relationship with Singer is actually not close, as are the Jackals. Apart from the life-saving grace, there is no deep friendship between the two parties. It is basically impossible to convince him with this aspect."
"If you can't talk about human kindness, then show the facts and be reasonable!"
Hogg, who was driving the Wise Wolf Arms, could easily keep up with the speed of Senke's warg by moving forward with his legs. Amidst the slight noise made by the movement of the heavy machinery that activated the silent hunting mode, it said hoarsely:
"Chief Singh, like you, has experienced the glorious era of the Bone-Gripping King. Although he was just a pawn at that time, he was also a person who had seen the real world. How could his eyes, which had witnessed the blazing sun, be seen today?
Attracted by the ridiculous fluorescence of rotten grass?
Singer knows what true power is!
It has followed real great men, and I am sure that it looks down upon the mess of the gnolls today, especially the future that will inevitably 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 great cause of the Creator, we just need it to remain neutral in the chaos that follows.”
"Neutral? Humph, if it really dares to be neutral, it means betrayal! Although my grandson Merk is ineffective, the more than 300,000 men of the Broken Fang Clan are ready to invade the territory of the Whiptail Clan to seize the fertile territory.
The era of broken-tooth isolation is over, and my people are longing for a prosperous life.
We don’t have to humbly beg Singh for help, war is also an option! And doing so may be more in line with our jackal style."
Old Senke said sharply:
"If that bastard dares to choose cowardly neutrality before the final great cause entrusted by our king, then please don't show mercy, Your Excellency Xian Lang, kill it! Give it a happy life, lest it continue to stay in this world to Philip.
Mr. Lie is spinning around in circles to embarrass himself.
It was also the squire of the Bone-Gripping King!
It should have more responsibilities to our pack and civilization than ordinary gnolls."
"Well, I will consider your suggestion."
Hogg nodded.
But in its heart, it actually disagrees.
Old Senk's loyalty to the Bone-Gripping King is indeed worthy of recognition, but the problem is that it was all a hundred years ago. To put it bluntly, it is already an old story. In today's era, we can still remember the past.
It and Singer are the only remaining glorious gnolls.
No matter how hard these two old men try to bring back the old times, it is nonsense.
But for jackals like Old Senke, looking back at the past may be much happier than looking at the future.
After all, in the past, it still had subordinates it could trust and a monarch it could be loyal to. That golden era was calling to it, inviting it, which was still young at that time, to participate in the great cause of conquering the world.
But what about the future?
The future is unclear to it.
The most important thing is that even if Old Senk is unwilling to admit it, whether it is prosperity or decline in the next era, it will no longer have anything to do with the bone-gnawing king it respects.
Every time Hogg looked at old Senke, he seemed to be able to see himself decades later.
If it fails to follow Lord Murphy's great cause now, then old Senk's present will be its tomorrow.
This stubborn attitude of living in the past made the wise wolf feel fearful, so it once again strengthened its determination to complete its mission and let itself take a completely different path from the bone-gnawing king.
The tragic ending will certainly be written down in history, praised by future generations, and left in history, but rather than relying on the wisdom of future generations, Hogg wanted a victory written by his own hands.
Ten minutes later, they arrived at the scheduled meeting place. The Jackal players spread their guard in all directions, while Hogg and Old Senk stood under this hidden hillside, patiently waiting for tonight's guests to come to the appointment.
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Old Singer did not disappoint them either.
Just when it was about to reach midnight, BanchoLeomon, who was on guard at the outermost perimeter, sent out a signal. The Whiptail Clan's envoy arrived, and there was no large army coming. In fact, only three people came to visit.
When they were brought to Hogg and Senk, the old Gnoll immediately recognized Chief Singer, who was being guarded by two heavily armed Whiptail warriors.
This guy is really brave!
Facing the invitation from his old brother, he chose to attend the meeting alone.
It seems that no matter what decision Old Singer will make tonight, he does not want this meeting to be known to other jackals.
"Amir, Kirk! Why don't you salute your elders?"
Old Singer rode a red warg. When he walked ten steps away from Old Senke, he scolded the two tall jackals beside him.
The two guys looked at Old Senk with a unique unruliness of the jackals. They were curious about Old Senk's black uniform and exoskeleton, but in the end they obeyed under their father's stern gaze.
He put down his weapon and saluted Senke.
It can be seen that these should be the two sons of old Singer. In terms of age, they should be the same grandchildren as Chief Merk.
"I only brought my family here, my brother."
Old Singer climbed down from the warg slowly, hobbled forward with his bone cane, opened his arms to Old Senke, and said:
"Just as I promised when I left your territory, I have maintained loyalty and secret protection for you and my king until now. When I saw you, I knew that the past that we cannot forget has spoken to us.
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Look, I'm wearing the armor of the past, just like I was a hundred years ago when I was summoned by King Frederick to join the war."
This is true.
Under Old Singer's robe is a set of very old but well-maintained hunting armor, which is exactly the same as the protective gear of the hunting guards captured by the players, except that some gnoll-style decorations are missing.
This outfit made Hogg next to him blink his eyes. He probably guessed what old Singer was thinking and the decision he was about to make.
But Senke didn't intend to let his brother go so easily.
It strode forward, looked at Singer's cloudy eyes, and said:
"Why are you so old? You have obviously received my king's blessing. You should be full of energy."
"But an energetic centenarian will make others fearful. On the other hand, a dim-witted old man who clings to power is more in line with the image I should have in their eyes."
Singer let out a deep laugh and said:
"Now they are all waiting for me to take over my power one morning when I can no longer open my eyes. Unlike you, Senk, I don't have the power to defeat ambitious challengers one after another.
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However, 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 successor of my king. As long as the successor of the great man issues a call, the hundreds of thousands of members of the Whiptail clan can respond at any time.
So, I’m curious.”
Old Singer was leaning on a cane, but his stooped waist slowly straightened up, and the turbidity in his eyes dissipated, as if he had become younger in an instant.
It stared at Senk, and finally set its sights on Hogg. It said:
"Tonight, can I still go back alive?"
"It depends on what decision you make, Singer, my cunning brother."
Old Senke was not polite, he said directly:
"My king is not dead. His body has fallen but his soul is still fighting for our people. He has returned in this era and is waiting to complete the salvation of our people. The belief in the Creator has returned to the Jackal civilization.
And Xian Lang has found a reliable ally.
We are about to attack Mossy Valley and kill the false god!
It’s time for your Whiptail clan to make a choice at this time. Are you going to respond to my king’s call and join this sacred war! Or are you going to follow your cowardly mind and choose neutrality?”
"Hmm, so among the options you left me, there is no option to maintain the status quo?"
Singer sighed and said:
"And it's been more than a hundred years, my brother, why are you still the same childish person as before! I know that in the eyes of soldiers, only one order is needed to sacrifice everything for their ideals, but reality doesn't work that way.
Even if I, the old chief, issue orders, not everyone in the Whiptail clan will obey me.
I'm not the bone-crushing king, Senk, and neither are you!
We don't have the great talent of my king who can make other jackals obey orders with just one word, or make them die generously with just one look.
I guess, as long as I issue such an extreme order, my clan will probably fall apart in an instant. You see, the belief of the Lord of the Hunt not only bewitched Bloodscar, but other clans have also suffered greatly from it."
"That's your problem, not mine!"
Old Senke scolded:
"You just have to answer me your choice!"
"Don't be like this, Chief Senke, you are embarrassing Lord Singer."
Hogg couldn't stand the old soldier's "negotiation art" anymore.
It manipulated the powerful armor to move forward, causing the two young gnolls behind Singh to pull out their weapons very vigilantly. However, the next moment they were surrounded by players, and they would be severely repaired if they made the slightest move.
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But Singer Lao was not afraid.
It stared at Hogg, waiting for the other party's speech. Hogg did not disappoint him. He said to Old Singer:
"If you do nothing, your clan will still be divided!
I have never seen Gehrman Bonegnat, but I know that here on the Western Front, he has been trying to seize your command. Once Gehrman Bonegnat completes the conquest of the Genoa Peninsula, the warriors of the Whiptail Clan will
It will also call you to break away from your control.
The threat of the Lord of the Hunt is real, and corruption is not an option for the wise.
Of course you will lose some overly fanatical tribesmen, but that is not a bad thing. Anyway, after the Mossy Valley is conquered, those tribesmen who are still loyal to the Lord of Hunting and their barbaric traditions are also enemies that we must clean up.
On the contrary, if you cut off your arms now, you can at least win yourself the title of 'Liberator' or 'Restorer' and enter the next era of the Jackals as a winner."
"Ha, that's what I wanted to hear."
Old Singer nodded with satisfaction, and then asked:
"So in the next era of gnolls, will the Whiptail Clan still exist?"
This question made Hogg blink.
The wise wolf finally understood what Old Singer was expecting, so it laughed in its armor and said:
"In the next era, there will be no whiptails, splitting claws, and bone-grinding claws, and there will be no blood scars left! The gnoll civilization must unite for a great ideal and goal, just like the era of the Bone-gnawing King,
Serve with one voice!
But please don't worry.
I have no plans to become the Gnoll King!
That prestigious title is too heavy for a little man like me.
Lord Philip's descendants will obtain that glory when they grow up, but before they become kings, our country may need a regent who is wise enough and understands the big picture."
"Ah, this is exactly what I wanted to hear. Look, I saw a real wise wolf standing in front of me! If my king had a wise man like you a hundred years ago, I'm afraid the whole world would have been destroyed.
Became the territory of the gnolls."
Old Singer raised his cane high and shouted to Hogg:
"Then, there is only one choice and I will be loyal to you!"
"No, not to me or to Lord Philip."
Hogg immediately corrected:
"Only the Creator is the only god and savior for the gnolls who are trapped in the quagmire! But the god in the clouds will not come to earth, so the eternal god chosen by the one we want to serve will become our master, and I firmly believe that he will eventually
It will lead us into a blissful era.
Because of your correct decision, welcome back to the Creator Sequence, Chief Singer, no, Regent Singer!”
