My players are so fierce

Chapter 276 275. Everyone follow me! You idiot, I can keep you alive!

Hogg's statement made the crowd around him fall silent.

In particular, the eyes of Xiao Weiming and Huo Zhengzheng were widened.

The former felt that Hogg had grown up so fast in the past few days, and he was able to come up with such a scary-sounding thing, even if he had melatonin or something like that. The latter realized that the thin jackal in front of him was definitely not Good kind.

Not to mention compared with its own race, even if it is compared with those "smart" alien races, it is not inferior at all. Moreover, it speaks very logically and even knows how to figure out Lord Murphy's thoughts.

This alone even surpasses some vampire NPCs who are not enterprising.

Is this really something a gnoll can say?

Hogg saw Lord Murphy's warriors looking at him quietly, and their eyes were strange, which made him a little panicked.

Although it had learned how to use the Calculation Orb to issue tasks before, this was the first time it had ever done so. Under so many eyes, it felt quite uneasy. It made one or two weird jackal sounds, and then thought of many things. Important things will be added immediately:

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I that I've heard your preferences from Mrs. Adele, So I've prepared generous rewards for you warriors in advance. Loyal and tame wild-toothed hyenas carefully tamed by my clan have always been abundant in Transia.” Very good vehicle.

Although they are not as good as war horses in long-distance running, they are fast, dexterous and ferocious, enough to carry the weight of an adult and run quickly. In some cases, they can also help maintain vigilance and participate in battles. "

"Huh? And vehicle rewards with unique models?"

Sister Pomegranate's eyes lit up, and she curled her lips and said:

"Why didn't you just say so! If you said you had prepared a reward, everyone would have started working for you. Hogg, I'm not telling you, you have to be more direct when dealing with us.

Say it.

Where do we have to go to kill? How many more must be killed? "

"Yes, yes, this is the most important thing."

Hearing that there were unique rewards, the atmosphere in the crowd suddenly became relaxed. The dump truck man asked while holding his gun. Hogg breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly explained:

"After I was promoted by Ken Potter, I specifically talked to those jackal chiefs and marked them with this thing. They are near Ken Potter's core camp. You can naturally sense them when you encounter them. .”

After it finished speaking, with a soft ding-ding-ding sound, the tasks on the players' calculation orbs were refreshed again, and this time a list was directly given:

[Hidden plot mission·‘The Birth of a Clan’ has been updated! The wanted mode is on, please continue to hunt the target gnolls marked by him for Hogg Bonegnasher, chief of the Bloodclaw clan.

The wanted list is as follows:

The chief of the Flesh-Tearing Clan is Old Bloodfinger, the chief of the Tail-Tearing Clan is Bad Fang, and the chief of the Wolftooth Clan is Bald.

Mission reward: Special vehicle·Blood Claw Clan Combat Coyote

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Before the end of the "Battle of Under Armor Hills" instance, if more than 90% of the wanted list is completed, the mission will be considered completed!

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After completing this task, the reputation of the special friendly camp "Blood Claw Clan" will be opened.

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This task is a team task, and the maximum number of people that can be shared is: 140. 】

"Quick, quick, quick! Share, share!"

The full insurance semi-danger shouted to the others:

"Brother Bang and Brother Meow Meow's team are cleaning up in the direction of the jackal camp. Their goal is to kill the jackal warlord. They may not necessarily clear out all the monsters. If we miss one or two of our tasks, That’s it.”

"Let's go too!"

The Chosen One was a little impatient and shouted:

"We are all on the battlefield. We can't leave this kind of thing to Brother Bang and the others, and we are now carrying an 'administrative reprimand' on us.

Lord Murphy and Archon Miriam were very dissatisfied with our behavior of walking alone before. Now is the time to make up for our mistakes, otherwise we will be sent to the frontier. Although we are administrative players, we also need military exploits! "

"You're right, I have to give it a try tonight."

Xue Zhenghao stroked the Reaper of Souls he bought at a high price in his hand, and took another look at his entire row of "entry-level" psychic skills.

He is different from other administrative players. He plans to combine administrative and combat professions. If he wants to quickly improve his skill proficiency, he must participate in combat. Moreover, the core of the skill system of the Trickster Apprentice lies in a "Wraith Talisman". To make this thing, which sounds very evil as its name sounds, you need to kill the living beings with your own hands and extract their dying consciousness. This process cannot be done by others and must be completed by Lao Huo himself.

There is absolutely no way to make the No. 2 rich man, Lao Huo, unable to spend money even if he has money.

"Doing this will be of great benefit to Transia, which we are sworn to protect! I can't find any reason to avoid the battle! My sword and my shield represent my courage. Gentlemen, let us rush to the battlefield!"

Honorary Knight Taipal shouted, turned around and took one step ahead with his two guards to rush towards the fighting area in the rear.

The others followed closely, and the girl group also followed with smiles. Ashina and Hogg waved goodbye and flapped their wings to fly into the astral mist behind them with Sister Pomegranate.

This scene made the skinny jackal sigh in his heart, saying that Lord Murphy's warriors are really a bunch of strange guys.

What it failed to explain to these guys was that since those hunting targets were all chiefs, there must be powerful guards around them.

This is obviously a difficult task to complete, but these guys don't seem to care about the danger at all. It's really impressive that just a few coyotes can drive them towards danger and death.

"What a brave and terrifying guy! If my clan can get their full support, it won't be a problem to take down Smuggler's Grove in a short time!"

Hogg's green eyes were filled with anticipation, and his short tail swung up.

However, there was one player who didn't leave. After everyone else left, Frostfang Claw quietly appeared. Wearing night clothes, he looked up and down at the thin jackal in front of him, then took out a roll up from his psychic bag. He handed the scroll to it and made a unique gesture of the Blood Rat Gang to the jackal codenamed "Pangolin".

It means "we are watching you", and then he took a step back, letting the shadows cover him and disappear in front of Hogg's eyes.

This is obviously some kind of threat from the shadows of the Crimson Keep.

But Hogg didn't care.

It is a member of the Blood Rat Gang, and it also shoulders important responsibilities in the intelligence system under Lord Murphy. It has firmly grasped the vampire's midnight thigh, so naturally it is not worried that it will die an unexpected death.

The gnoll took the scroll in his hand and unfolded it.

Inside is an edict.

That was Lord Murphy's order, in the name of the Governor of Transia and Count Cadman, to designate the entire Smuggler's Grove as the territory of the Bloodclaw clan and to manage it under the management of the Baroness of Darkness, Lady Adele.

Of course, this edict is only for Hogg himself.

The scroll clearly states that once Hogg dies, the forest will be recycled into the Dark Baron.

Under the scroll are stamps of the personal seals of the governor, earl and Lord Murphy, which means that as long as Lord Murphy is still the master of Transia, Hogg does not have to worry about himself and his clan being displaced.

Of course, giving it a claim to the Smuggler's Grove is one thing, but whether the Bloodclaw clan can take over that woodland on its own is another matter.

In the current situation in Transia, if humans don't come to exterminate them, this group of gnolls has already done them a favor, and it's really nonsense to want humans and vampires to help.

However, Hogg did not expect to receive direct support from the Scarlet Castle. On the contrary, it would only feel uneasy if the vampires really placed a few warlords in its clan. It had already benefited from the cooperation between Ken Porter and Korando. I saw that hidden danger.

Hogg hid the scroll and rode his wild-toothed hyena back to the outskirts of the already chaotic camp.

Although this place was not directly bombarded by the astral tearing or hit by dimensional meteorites, as the dirty astral spiritual energy swept over, the entire outside of the camp was turned into a mess.

The order in the area where so many jackals are staying is already fragile, and now the vampires are using a very terrifying method to carry out the raid. With King Kenbot's life and death uncertain and his guards unable to come forward, don't count on the jackals on the outside. People can loyally rush into the place shrouded in astral mist to support the leader.

Just the despair derivatives rushing out from the diffuse shadows are enough for these ignorant jackals to drink.

It's really a mess here!

There were even a lot of gnolls who started grabbing things in the chaos and started a chaotic fight, making this place feel like a restless herd of beasts that made people resist.

"Come out! Come out, everyone!"

Hogg yelled astride the coyote, telling his members of the Bloodclaw clan to come out of hiding. He had given them orders not to leave their camp tonight no matter what happened.

Hogg's orders were well executed, and there were no casualties among the core members of the Blood Claw clan who were carefully selected by him. This made Hogg very satisfied.

"Ken Porter is dead!"

The skinny gnoll yelled on his coyote:

"I saw it with my own eyes. It was killed by the leader of the vampires. It was just like killing a wild boar. There is no hope here! We must escape from here before the vampires come.

Marte!

You lead the barbarians to the warehouses I marked before and snatch out all the food, weapons and protective gear inside.

Fan Gaolei!

You take the mystic around to find those guys you think are smart, and invite them to join the blood claws and escape with us. This time, we focus on recruiting animal trainers. Our hyenas and bloody hyenas are very valuable in the eyes of others. .

Nash!

Where is Nash? "

"Chief, isn't Nash already dead?"

The leader of the gnoll barbarians, Martai Retarded, shouted:

"Some people saw the sky tearing apart before, and the shameful Nash was blown to pieces by purple light. The light burst out from it. Some people said that Nash had turned into light."

"Idiot! I'm not talking about that Nash! I'm talking about the new Nash."

Hogg cursed.

It quickly found the little man it had "named" Nash in the crowd. The latter hid in the crowd and looked around. He was shouted at by Hogg a few more times before he hurried out and was greeted by the chief again. A slap in the face.

"Can't you even remember your own name? Next time you do this, I'll send you to a vampire's arena!"

Hogg scolded:

"Now, take the people I assigned to you to escort the females and cubs of our clan first. Do you know where the smuggler's woodland is? That will be our territory from now on, take them there!"

"Okay Chief, but I found some good spots."

The sneaky Nash whispered:

"I have seen the chiefs of several other clans digging pits outside the camp to bury their treasures, and some Kenport barbarians are also looking for places to bury things. I know where those things are! Maybe we can.

They are useless anyway, and it would be a waste to bury them there, and no one knows which human farmer will benefit from them in the future. "

"Um?"

Hogg blinked at the suggestion, and he laughed happily at the coyote and said:

"Very good! Very good. This is what I want to see the real Nash look like. You have learned to use the wisdom you were given by the Lord of Hunting. Now take your people to dig! Take all those treasures dig it out.

We need them to pay our warriors in the future.

What are you still doing?

Do things quickly!

Fan Gaolei, when you go to find someone, remember, I only want the smartest jackals to join us! "

"The stupidest one can do it, Hogg."

The jackal whose name was called was an old and cunning mystic.

Its legs were broken in the previous fight and it was already waiting for death. It was Hogg who brought it back to the clan, so this guy named "Fangorai" is loyal to Hogg.

It leaned on the bone staff and suggested:

"We can't just get the smartest ones. The smartest gnolls can't fight! We also have to get the stupidest ones who can fight the most brainless ones. They will be very good barbarian soldiers."

"Yes! You are right, but our clan cannot exceed 500 people!"

Hogg reminded:

"Smuggler's Grove can't support that many gnolls, and I don't want to have to deal with the crazy humans and vampires in Transia because of food issues.

You are responsible for checking!

We want the smartest gnolls to be Bloodclaw's brains, and the dumbest ones to be our paws. Smart females will give birth to smarter pups, the more of them the better, but nothing else! "

Under its command, the entire Blood Claw clan took action quickly.

This is almost the only clan with a clear goal in the currently chaotic outer area, so although their number is small, they seem out of place against the chaos of other gnolls.

As for Hogg himself

It rides a coyote and keeps running back and forth on the border of the astral shadow, like a sentry or a vigilant.

Hogg was obviously waiting for something.

Soon, it saw a seriously injured Kenport guard wearing heavy armor being dragged out of the shadow area of ​​the star by a coyote.

Hogg immediately stepped forward to meet him.

"My lord? My lord, are you okay?"

It jumped off the coyote and ran over to help the weak guard up. The latter shouted weakly while vomiting blood:

"Bring people to support! King Kenbot needs support! Vampires and their blood servants. Damn it! The king is trapped, you! I know you, Hogg! Damn crippled bitch, hurry and bring people to support it. "

"Of course I will, my lord."

Hogg whispered:

"You should rest now. I will spread the news of King Kenbot's tragic death in battle, as you wish."

"Um?"

This answer made the guard's eyes widen, but before it could swing its flail, a vicious claw knife slashed in along the gap in the armor, and circled around its thick neck, completely cutting the throat. cut off.

This vicious attack made the guard scream horribly, but Hogg picked up a bone knife and thrust it into his eye. It twitched at Hogg's feet and stared at the bitch, and finally just Neng breathed his last miserably.

Hogg stared at it too.

There was no emotion in his green eyes.

There was no fear or any burden in the past, it was just like doing something trivial.

"King Ken Potter died in battle! He was killed by the vampire Murphy! Run! Those terrible vampires are going to kill us all!"

A few minutes later, Hogg, who had put on guard armor, rode a coyote and roared across the chaotic periphery of the camp.

Its voice was sharp and frightened, coupled with the highly recognizable warlord guard armor on its body, making this terrible news like a strong wind blowing through the already chaotic camp.

It’s like opening a floodgate and letting out water!

As Hogg watched with satisfaction, a large number of jackals immediately turned around and ran away with the looted items.

Yeah!

This is what a jackal should look like in its memory. It looks fierce and powerful, but in fact it will run away when it encounters trouble. There is no loyalty at all.

I don’t know how the legendary “Bone-Gripping King” organized an army of jackals that could sweep the continent?

Alas, it's a pity that the Gnoll doesn't have its own history book. It has to learn everything about the Bone-Grinning King from human records.

It likes to read that kind of story.

It must also learn the introduction to the Bone-Gripping King in the story, not just because the stern Lord Murphy will assess it. What's more important is that if you are given such a noble status as "the grandson of the King of Bone Grinders", it means that everything tonight is just the beginning for you.

Can he become the successor of the legendary Jackal?

In the past, it would feel uneasy when thinking about this problem, but now hehe, why not?