Chapter 846 845 Gehrman’s Bone-Breaking Day of Glory
Chapter 846 845. Gehrman Bone-gnawing Day of Glory
"I thought the old guy was just going to break his cane and scream allegiance."
Watching Old Singer being escorted out of the secret meeting place by Old Senke himself, BanchoLeomon, holding sweetroot in his mouth, complained:
"Really, it was just one step away from the famous scene of breaking the cane. By the way, this old Singer doesn't look like a good person. Faced with the recruitment of Mr. Murphy and Mr. Xianlang, this guy actually dared to negotiate terms.
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If the plot develops normally, maybe in a few years, this guy will be the big villain we must get rid of."
"Well, that's the normal situation, but you didn't take into account the current status of Jackal civilization."
White Wolf, who chose the form of the ancient jackal man, sat on his warg and explained to Banchanglimon in a eloquent manner:
"The gnolls are still in a clan system. Hogg wants to bring them into the unified feudal era. To achieve such a thing, it is impossible to rely solely on faith.
Hogg is a leader of faith, and it is impossible for him to personally participate in the management of political power. Under such circumstances, the newly born Gnoll Kingdom must have a manager who is tough and smart enough, and the arrival of Old Singer is just right.
The fact that he has been able to control the Whiptail Clan for eighty years and develop the Whiptail Clan step by step to its current level of strength proves that he is a very rare qualified politician among jackals, and that he is very good at operations, and he cooperates with Lao Sen, who is in charge of the military.
Gram is a half-mother relationship.
The two have enough reasons to cooperate, and their tandem assistance can help Hogg figure out the development of jackal civilization as soon as possible.
And for the level of Jackal civilization, no matter how bad a powerful official in the feudal era was, he was much better than a clan system that continued to maintain divisions and internal strife.
The most important thing is that no matter what Old Singer thinks, at least on the surface, he does not dare to take the last step of his ambition. Faced with Hogg's request that the blood descendants of the Bone-gnawing King inherit the throne,
It agreed immediately.
This old guy is simply unwilling to give up power.
It is actually very shrewd. It knows very well that there is only one name that can unite all jackals. It has no intention of usurping the name, and it has no idea to go further. From this point of view, Old Singer is a quite qualified careerist.
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It has the ability, skill and ambition.
The most important thing is that it clearly knows where the boundaries of its power are, knows how to set limits for itself, and will not let its ambitions ferment and push itself into a fatal situation."
"Damn it, every time I hear your analysis, I feel like you are not an ordinary person, Bai Tailang."
BanchoLeomon finally understood.
It looked at the man beside it with a subtle look and whispered:
"So, what are you doing in reality? There are also your two brothers, Gray Wolf and Melon Wolf. I always feel that you three are not playing the same game as us. Of course, if it's not convenient to tell, forget it."
"Well, there's nothing inconvenient about it."
Bai Tailang shrugged, wagged his tail and said:
"We are friends from the same university and are in the field of humanities and social sciences, so we will naturally pay more attention to the details in this game that are not directly shown. I have to admit that the development team has put more effort in this aspect than us.
The entire gameplay that can be seen is much more sophisticated, and just one divided Jackal can produce quite a lot of political metaphors."
It wasn't because Old Chen was crazy about the Amway game in private that he brought the three old guys into this circle.
The mad wolf under the moon next to him obviously understood something that Bai Tailang didn't explain clearly. This guy didn't believe that the three Tailang brothers were ordinary students, but he saw through it without saying anything. He immediately changed the topic and asked:
"Then based on your knowledge, we guess that the main mission of us Gnoll players after defeating Moss Valley should be to help Hogg build the Gnoll Kingdom?"
"Well, that's most likely the case, but the battle plot is also indispensable. After all, the faith of the Lord of the Hunt has been developing barbarically in the Dark Mountains for more than a hundred years, and it is not so easy to be cleared away."
Bai Tailang said eloquently:
"Next we will witness the process of a divided nation moving toward unification. The Blue Wolf Army will definitely occupy a very important position in it, but the establishment of a kingdom is never easy. Killing the Lord of Hunting is just the beginning, and it will be more troublesome.
The life is still to come.
However, if the development team intends to speed up this process, then I estimate that after the death of the Lord of the Hunt, they will arrange for a more powerful enemy to surface so that the gnolls and other races can continue to maintain this alliance state that is conducive to unity.
With a common enemy, friendship and diplomacy will follow.
But it's a bit early to say this now.
The Lord of the Hunt is the real enemy. We have to prepare for war after we return. When we attack the Moss Valley, it is the time for our Gray Wolf Army to show off its might. By then, the top players in the game will participate. We must perform well.
We cannot embarrass our small group."
"Well, that's exactly what I plan to do next."
Under the moon, the mad wolf leaned on his molten battle ax and said:
"It will be difficult to break through to the Silver level before the war in Mossy Valley officially begins, but we must at least obtain a few ancestral powers.
Gnolls have an advantage here!
I have already inquired about it. Xianlang will provide three creator enhancements to players whose potential bar has been developed to 40%, 70% and 90%. In that process, we can freely choose two ancestral powers and one auxiliary enhancement.
This is probably the catch-up mechanism left to us by the development team. They have already done their best, so there is nothing more to say next. Brothers, just roll up your sleeves and work hard."
They were discussing the next action plan here, while Old Senke was also bidding farewell to Chief Singh.
The old man, who was good at disguising, returned to his previous coma and weakness, as if he could be knocked down by a gust of wind. He rode on the warg and said to old Senke:
"When I return to my territory, I will mobilize my clansmen to cooperate with the Broken Tooth Clan. Our territories are not connected, but there are several border areas that happen to be adjacent to the territory of the Bloodscar Clan. From there, you can invade the core area of the Bloodscar Clan.
My wolf cavalry and wyvern cavalry will be your best guides and support forces.
But you also know the terrain of the Mossy Valley, and it is impossible to enter it rashly, so I will enter there first and look for opportunities to cooperate with you inside and outside.
Amote trusts me.
It thinks I'm submissive and dim, so I'm no threat, and this is a weakness that can be exploited."
"I'm still thinking about the question you just asked."
Old Senke frowned and said:
"I think you are right. Not all members of the Whiptail clan will obey your orders. Once your clan is divided, it will be very troublesome to clean up later. Do you have any plans for this?"
"I've always had a plan!"
It was only then that Old Singer showed a cunning smile, and asked his two grandsons to move away to avoid "contaminating" them with his cunning.
It said to old Senk:
"I plan to entrust the tens of thousands of soldiers here to the leadership of Gehrman Gnawbone."
"Um?"
Old Senke asked in surprise:
"Aren't the hunters who followed you to the battlefield on the Western Front the elites under your command? Are they just given away like this?"
"Of course they are elites, the most militant and devout hunting believers in the Whiptail Clan. My original intention of bringing them here was to use their fanaticism and bellicosity to gain enough benefits for the Whiptail Clan.
But now I have a better choice, and the hearts of my people are about to have a more perfect destination than the Lord of the Hunt.
Leaving them in this situation can only become a destabilizing factor in the future."
Old Singer shook his head and said:
"I can't take them back. Gehrman Bonegnasher needs soldiers anyway. It will be very happy to accept my army. I can also take the opportunity to bargain with it and get a generous reward.
This is what I want to tell you too.
Tell me, what does our ‘Eternal Chosen One of the Creator’ want? I can give you the right medicine.”
"Well, I don't have much contact with Mr. Murphy. Hogg trusts him very much and even calls him his 'master'. This is the only dissatisfaction I have with Hogg."
Old Senke bared his teeth and said:
"As the successor of the Bone-Gnawing King, how can it regard a vampire as its master?"
"You are still as restless and not good at thinking as before. You are obviously over a hundred years old."
Old Singer looked helplessly at his half-brother, and sighed and said:
"Although this is the first time I have met Hogg, I can tell you for sure that Mr. Hogg has never defined his own identity as the 'successor of the Bone-Gripping King'. It walks with my king.
Completely different paths.
As for the vampire master?
This is not a big problem. As long as Hogg stands firm on issues related to the interests of the Jackals, these are points that can be ignored. And you didn't answer my question!
What does Mr. Murphy want most at this time?"
"I heard him say that he was worried about the situation at the Brass Fortress."
Old Senke recalled it and said:
"It is said that the vampire made a deal with the Earth Mother Goddess, and they want to help the dwarves who have been abandoned by the gods as much as possible."
"Well, I understand."
Old Singer's eyes lit up and he said:
"Then wait for my good news, my brother. Although you will definitely not like what I am about to say, you must hear me out.
Your worship of the King of Bone Grinders is a trait of loyalty that I have never had before. I also admire our king, but I clearly realize that the era of my king is over. What we have to do next is mine.
The king's last wish, then you have to be more realistic.
It is impossible for Lord Hogg to participate in the management of the Gnoll Kingdom, which means that the huge power must be used well by outstanding tribesmen. If the right people are not in power, then idiots will take over.
I want to serve as regent to satisfy my lust for power.
I never hide this, but the military power you will shoulder is directly related to whether my king's last wish can be fulfilled.
If you are truly loyal, proceed with caution!
You should discuss everything with me more and don't do anything rashly. We two brothers are the last bodyguards left by Lord Philip in the world. We should work together like brothers to successfully fulfill my king's last wish.
What do you think?"
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During the midnight advance, the camp of King Gehrman Bonegnashers was noisy. The jackals who had witnessed the fall of the Brass Fortress were howling and trying to rush forward.
Even the stupidest barbarian soldiers know that the damn dwarf city is doomed!
Nothing can stop the powerful Gnolls from entering the wealthy Genoa Peninsula. A great plunder and massacre will please the Lord of the Hunt, and every Gnoll who participates in this massacre will become rich and become a peaceful and harmonious country.
A being as great as the army that conquered the world a hundred years ago.
Things that ordinary barbarian soldiers can figure out, Gehrman Bone-gnawing naturally understands.
However, the Bone-gnawing King must have some style. He cannot lead the team to the front line in a hurry. Anyway, the soldiers have been sent out. After they have entered the brass ruins and sorted out the situation, Gehrman will personally lead the main force.
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In fact, King Bonebiter's thoughts at this time are no longer on the brass dwarves who have lost their homes and become miserable refugees. It just wants to lead the army through the Gorgon Pass as quickly as possible and rush into
In the Genoa Peninsula, a great cause that even the King of Bone Grinders could not accomplish!
As long as he returns victorious with terrifying wealth and harvest, his reputation will surpass his ancestors and become the second true bone-gnawing king!
But at this juncture, the old Chief Singer, whom Hermann hated very much, suddenly came to visit and gave him an absolute "big surprise".
"Huh? Are you going to withdraw to your territory at this time? Are you willing to hand over your soldiers to me to command? Is the sun rising in the west?"
Gehrman Gnaw looked at Old Singer with a cane and cloudy eyes in front of him with a shocked look. The surprise came so quickly that he was caught off guard, so that this guy who followed the habits of a jackal was not very willing to use his brain.
At this moment, I became alert.
It said suspiciously:
"But why? We have obviously won, and we only need one step to reach the Genoa Peninsula. Don't the Whiptail Clan desire that wealth and fame? Don't you want to offer a bloody massacre to the Lord of the Hunt?"
"Believe me, Chief Herman, I would love to. If I could be fifty years younger, I would never give this opportunity to you, but the problem is that I am too old."
Old Singer sighed and said:
"The war of the past two months has exhausted the energy of my old bones.
My legs are hurting, and my eyes are overwhelmed. Now I can't even pick up the lightest hunting halberd. I must realize that time is no longer tolerant to me. Maybe after a while I will have to go
I met with King Philip and reported my work to him.
Anyway, I have to go back.
If I really have to die, I hope to die in my own nest.
But this does not mean that our Whiptail Clan has to give up the gains from this plunder. The 70,000 hunters under my command are under your command, and I demand half of all the loot."
"Impossible! You have a huge appetite."
Gehrman Bone-gnawing flatly refused:
"Give you one-fifth is my bottom line! You know, without your hunters, I can still invade the Genoa Peninsula and kill all the weak halflings there."
"But without my hunters, your barbarians can't catch up with them at all. An siege without speed and efficiency can only turn your massacre plan into a sieve that leaks air everywhere."
Old Singer bargained shrewdly and said:
"I can withdraw the Overseers who are loyal to me and allow your Overseers to take over my army more quickly, but at least a quarter of the spoils must be given to us! In addition, I want the dwarves in the Brass Ruins.
Those captives who survived the bloody battle were turned into slaves and sent to the territory of the Whiptail clan."
"What do you want those short boys for?"
Hermann said doubtfully:
"Aren't your clan's kobold servants enough?"
"There are always enough kobolds, but the problem is that the slave owners of Sin Castle do not need kobolds as commodities in their hands."
Old Singer smiled and said:
"Those sinful dwarves control many mines in the Dark Mountains and have the ability to produce the most sophisticated weapons and protective gear in the Dark Mountains. They have been the Whiptail Clan's largest business partners in the past few decades. They will give these brass dwarves
Offer a good price for the slave.
Anyway, the blood that the Lord of the Hunt longs to see is not limited to a specific ethnic group.
You can go to the Genoa Peninsula to hunt down the weaker halflings. There is no need to stay in the brass ruins and compete with the stubborn dwarves.
This quid pro quo will do you no harm, Chief Gehrman Bonegrip. Uh, no, maybe I should become your ‘King of the Hunt’?”
"The old immortal thing is pretty good at talking."
Hermann was expressionless, but in fact he was very satisfied with this nickname.
Its heart was already moved. The elite hunters of the Whiptail Clan were indeed the strength it needed very much, so after weighing it several times, it nodded and said:
"Okay, I agree to your request, Chief Singh. You are a rare elder in our clan. You really shouldn't work so hard to take risks on the battlefield. Just leave the fighting to us young people. If you need me to send
Will someone escort you back to the Whiptail Clan’s territory?”
"No, no need. Although I am old, if it is just a journey back home, I can still do it on my own. Then, I will say goodbye to you here and wish you success. The great man is destined to remain famous.
Your Majesty, the King of Hunting in history, may your conquest go smoothly."
