My players are so fierce.

Chapter 311 310. The Bloodclaw clan is a civilized gnoll, and we understand that tribute is an advanced form of vassalage!
The Smuggler's Woodland and the Filthy Swamp are connected together. The eldest lady had previously explained to Murphy the reason for the appearance of this place. This is the route from Transia to the Dark Mountains and from there through the pass guarded by the Brass Dwarves into the Genoa Peninsula. An “optional path.”

Of course, the name Smuggler's Grove sounds ungrateful, and no serious person would go here.

For example, when Miss Scarlet Archon Miriam went to the Genoa Peninsula to study, the official route was to first pass Lake Shurpers to the Cato area, and then take a bus from the station connecting the Genoa Peninsula to the Charles. Many ports.

The biggest advantage of this road is safety.

The biggest disadvantage is that taxes need to be paid and halfling tax officers under the Steam Lords Council will check along the way. This means that many contraband cannot be taken out of the country, so the Smuggler's Wood Road came into being.

In the hundreds of years before the Ten Years' War, this place had been the most popular smuggling trade route in Transia and other regions on the mainland. During the era when the Blood Vulture Clan ruled Transia, the tax collected from these black smuggling traders alone every year was It's enough for vampires to live a luxurious life.

Because Smuggler's Grove was once an important industry of the Blood Vulture Clan, the vampires set up a tax station here.

It's a pity that the damn ten years of war destroyed everything.

The former tax station has become abandoned and looks like it has not been repaired for many years. It has been covered with moss and vines, many walls have collapsed, and only half of the Sarokdar sculpture erected in the courtyard is left in the weather.

But two months after the end of the Ten Years' War, there was a new owner here.

The Bloodclaw clan did not occupy this place. The jackals preferred to stay in the woodland rather than in such restrictive human buildings, but Hogg reorganized this place as the clan's outpost camp.

When the players rushed over to "collect debts", a group of "innocent" jackal barbarian patrols in the camp were blocked by them.

If Ms. Dorothy of the Blood Rat Gang hadn't stopped them, these jackals would have been killed on the spot by the angry little players.

Now these beaten jackals with bruised noses and swollen faces were imprisoned in the abandoned courtyard. More than 200 young players gathered here in a mighty manner, waiting aggressively for the chief of the Blood Claw clan to come to "redeemed" them.

The old players are all sitting still, and they will discuss the matter with the dump truck brother and the others.

However, Wuyang Wuyang and more than 100 new players who had just entered the game were not so "respectable". They were searching everywhere in the entire abandoned courtyard like passing ants, even kicking open broken boxes to see if there was anything inside. Hidden treasure.

There were also restless guys who had already run into the woods, shouting and clumsily corralling an unlucky deer.

They were extremely excited and looked like they were doing something big. However, for people who are accustomed to living in the city, it cannot be said that it is impossible to catch a deer that has escaped the hunting of jackals. It can only be said that the probability is infinitely close to zero. .

The ten years of war did not affect the Smuggler's Woodland, but no one hunted for ten years, making this narrow woodland full of "treasures" filled with creatures.

However, these active guys were very obedient and did not go far, mainly because their level 1 character level made them afraid of being in danger after running out of the "safe zone", and the members of the Blood Rat Gang It occupies an area by itself.

You can tell from their closely guarded vigilance that they are different from the players, just like they are clearly different.

"Razor" Dorothy, who had wrapped herself like a rice dumpling to avoid direct sunlight, sat beside the ruins of a collapsed house. She played with the claw blade in her hand with the dexterity of a vampire, but her eyes were always on those things she had never seen before. Stay on "New Faces".

She noticed that although this group of warriors was as impulsive and curious as before, several of them were indeed "professional".

For example, there is a group of people walking and patrolling high in the ruins with retinue hunting crossbows, and there are three guys with obvious "military aura" who are outside the crowd but are always looking for the commanding heights.

"So, they are also mountain warriors recruited by Lord Murphy from your 'Serys' tribe?"

Dorothy was very curious about the apprentice Frostfang Claw who was hiding in the shadows and quenching poison on the fierce-looking bone dagger. Faced with the instructor's question, Fangfang nodded and said in a low voice and concisely:
"Yes, we are compatriots."

"How many people are there with you?"

Dorothy blinked and asked:
"I have been in contact with mountain people in my life. How big is a mountain people tribe that can hand over nearly [-] young and middle-aged people in one breath? And with all due respect, you don't look like mountain people at all."

"We weren't meant to be."

Yaya glanced at the updated "background information" on the character interface, and whispered:

"We just live in the mountains and forests, and our settlement pattern is different from ordinary mountain people. Well, there is news!"

He pointed to the sky, and Dorothy turned around to see the majestic astral manticore flapping its wings and gliding down from the forest.This terrifying giant landed on the ground with a dexterity that did not match its size. It swung the mane on its neck, folded its wings, took a fresh leg of lamb from its summoner, and started gnawing on the spot.

Mo Xianqiong jumped off the saddle, walked quickly to the dump truck brother and the others and reported:
"I saw a large number of jackals coming here from the forest glade. They were pushing many carts with debris on them. It seems that the 'pangolin' did not break his promise. They are indeed not thieves or robbers."

"Do they have to count our goods first?"

Xiao Zhou, the second batch of wanderer who changed his race to a vampire, was leaning on a vampire-style magic cane, hiding in the shadows and wrapping his body in a cloak, and said in a sinister tone:
"According to the estimated value of Yi Punch and Brother Sao, if it is less, it proves that these jackals took the kickback! They need to be severely punished!"

"First let all the brothers wandering in the forest come back, so as not to be taken hostage."

The mature dump truck said something to Taipal who was standing next to him with a sword. The latter nodded and quickly climbed to the top of the house that had not yet collapsed, and took out the sword hanging on his waist that he had found somewhere. Put the brass horn in your mouth and blow it.

This is a signal agreed in advance to let the little players wandering in the forest come back quickly.

The horn sounded, and the players around the abandoned courtyard immediately returned, while the "Reconnaissance Trio" rushed back while sharing the news in a low voice.

"I just dug a tree."

The short and fat "border town prodigal" shook the mud off his hands and said:
"I dug down one meter and uprooted the small tree. I can only say that it is very realistic. Even the details of the soil wrapped in the roots are meticulous."

“I climbed up in a tree and looked at the terrain.”

The tall and thin Mr. Ziwei played with a few rusty dwarf buckler copper coins in his hand. He narrowed his eyes and said:
"At least the places I saw are very natural, without any incongruous traces of artificial weaving. It's exactly the same as when we look at the mountains in the real world. I'm a professional in this area.

I can guarantee that there are no traces of artificial repair inside. If you are willing to listen, I can even analyze the Feng Shui of this forest for you. "

"Uh"

The tallest "Jie Wei Chi Ke" glanced at the rabbit in his hand, shrugged and said:

"I shot a rabbit and roasted it for a few of our brothers. After a while, we will have a taste and we will know how 'realistic' this thing can be. By the way, if there is not a 'logout' option, I It really feels like I have traveled through time. Do you know how difficult it is for me to hit this rabbit?

This ghost thing is even more flexible and bigger than a real rabbit. "

These words caused the three guys with "origins" to fall into silence.

They quickly returned to the abandoned camp and met up with three other "companions". Compared with the three scouts who were no different from ordinary players, the difference between these three silent and professional brothers in front of them was obvious.

The oldest and most experienced border town prodigal frowned and reminded the three guys in front of him:
"I know that you are the elites who were seconded from the brother departments to assist in the work, but please be more 'professional'. I mean, relax a little, okay? This is not on your side. Don't let others discover your differences."

This opinion made the three people in front of them look at each other.

Their three names are also very interesting. They are called "paid to fish", "paid to feed the fish" and "paid to eat fish". It seems that they have agreed on their "style" before entering the game.

Faced with the reminder from the Prodigal Son, Moyu glanced at the noisy little players gathered next to him, and he said helplessly:

"We already knew the content of the mission before we were seconded, but the problem is that this is completely different from the mission we imagined. By the way, do you deal with this kind of thing every day? This is not in line with our view of the 'agent' industry My imagination." "Shhhhhh!"

Mr. Ziwei immediately stepped forward to silence him and scolded:
"Don't say that here!"

"Looks like we have to have a meeting tonight."

Jiewei Chike shook the rabbit in his hand and said:

"As for your future action patterns, at least please don't tense up now. You have to understand that this thing is theoretically a 'game'. So please show a relaxed attitude as if you are playing a game. By the way, don't you usually play games?"

"Play or you won't get picked."

Paid Fish looked down at the hunting crossbow in his hand, and said with a painful look on his face:
"But who can play games like this? It's not that we are nervous, but this ghost thing is too real. You know you have to be careful when entering a new environment. It is said that we are dead here, but in reality we will not be brain-dead or anything like that. Bar?"

"No, this has been confirmed."

The prodigal son from the border town waved his hand and said:
"So play with confidence and don't have too strong a purpose. We are currently only in the information collection stage, so in theory, opening a map in the game and collecting NPC information can be considered a part of information collection.

I heard that there is already a guild formed by veterans in the game called the 'Scarlet Hammer and Sickle'. Lord Maxim's Cadman People's Army is also recruiting new recruits. The three of you are professionally matched, maybe you can try to join it? "

"Okay, let's try then."

The three brothers nodded, and then quickly climbed up above the ruins of the abandoned camp, each finding a commanding height and lurking.

The locations they were looking for were places where they could have an overview of the overall situation from a high place, enough to ensure that any commotion below could be intervened immediately.

Soon, a group of more than a dozen barbarians appeared outside the camp amid the iconic roars of the hyenas, the mounts tamed by the jackals.

These genuine "monsters" made young players immediately excited. The Jackal's furry body, beastly appearance and ferocious features fit the image of a "wild monster" in the players' minds.

Not to mention that everyone on the forum knows that the old players just had a fierce fight with the jackals in Transia!
These are the enemies!
"Don't mess around! No attacks!"

The full-risk semi-danger shouted loudly for the players not to take the initiative to attack, and now the NPC of the Blood Rat Gang finally made a move.

With the flapping of blood wings, Ms. Dorothy and a male and a female vampire servant behind her fell among the players. Dorothy, who was wearing a full set of family guard leather armor and a midnight scarlet cloak, was instantly recognizable. It is an important NPC, so the young players are all calm and focused, waiting for her to send out tasks.

"Lord Murphy, Archon Miriam, and Ms. Adele have all appointed me to be the host of this 'negotiation'."

Dorothy said hoarsely:
"But I need some assistants. Especially the veterans who personally participated in the attack on Kenport Camp. As the recipients of the spoils, you must also participate in the negotiations and work hard to fight for the interests of Scarlet Fort and your group.

I need five people. "

"Wait, Ms. Dorothy."

The dump truck immediately frowned and asked:

"What should I say about the distribution of the spoils? If you call this a 'negotiation', does it mean that both Lord Murphy and Archon Miriam are ready to accept the possibility of the long-term existence of this group of jackals?"

"You are astute, warrior, indeed."

Dorothy nodded and said:

"Before you arrived, spies from the Blood Rat Gang had already come into contact with the Blood Claw clan. Their chief, Hogg, is a unique jackal. To put it simply, he hopes to be part of the answer this land needs.

rather than part of the problem.

The gnoll chief hopes to pay tribute to Scarlet Keep to gain their long-term stay in Smuggler's Wood. Lord Murphy has left the decision on this matter to me and you. After all, it was you who helped them in Kenport's camp. Having escaped death, you also have the power to determine their future.

His original words were 'He believes in the wisdom and decision of the warriors, and the decision you make is Lord Murphy's decision and Transia's answer'. "

"Ding"

After Dorothy finished speaking, the task prompt lit up on the player interface of the little players at the same time:
[Side plot mission·'Tribute is an advanced form of vassalage' has been triggered!

Mission description: Hogg, the gnoll chief of the Bloodclaw clan, hopes to become a member of the order of Transia and the Crimson Keep. To this end, he is willing to sacrifice all the profits that the Bloodclaw clan captured in the battle of Under Armor Hills.

However, there is currently no precedent for gnolls being domesticated by a civilized force on the continent, so Lord Murphy leaves the choice of whether to accept them to you.

As he said, Lord Murphy absolutely believed in the amazing wisdom of his warriors.

Please make your choice on behalf of the owner of this land.

Mission requirements: Participate in negotiations with the Blood Claw Clan and gain enough benefits for Scarlet Castle!
Or launch a neat ambush against the incoming Gnoll Chief Hogg to declare that the civilized forces and the Gnoll camp are incompatible!

Mission reward: The reputation of the new force 'Blood Claw Clan' is opened or the special event 'Cleaning up the Smuggler's Wood' is triggered.

hint!

This mission is a plot decision mission. The decisions you make will directly affect certain subsequent changes in the main plot of Transia. Please make your choice carefully.

hint!

The final decision of the task is decided by a vote of all task recipients. The current number of task recipients is 214. The final vote will be conducted before the negotiations begin. 】

"Holy shit, is this the so-called 'degree of freedom'? It's obviously just a very ordinary plot decision, why do I feel so responsible?"

The last member of the four-person team in the physical education department, "The Shrimp Catcher," scratched his head and complained:

"Why can't this game be saved? I still want to choose both to see the results."

"We chose to save the eldest lady before, and we chose to stay in Scarlet Castle."

Niu Niu next to him reminded:

"Although there are not many 'plot choices' in this game, they are all very important. They will indeed directly determine the subsequent progress. As for why it feels like a heavy responsibility."

Niu Niu crossed his arms and complained with a subtle mood:
"Because it's too real. Our decision will not only affect a CG, but a very real death and loss of life. NPCs in this game only have one life, and they are finished when they die.

Just like in real life, there is no such thing as re-opening the archive.

So, get serious. "

(End of this chapter)