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Chapter 568 567. There are three of us! -Added update for "Huo Zheng is very good" brother [930]

In Shadow Valley, Murphy and Tris are discussing the Black Disaster War with the half-elf elders here.

Considering that Adele has already taken care of most of the contact, as the governor of Transia, Murphy only needs to draw a few good cakes and make promises to these wary half-elves to maintain friendly relations.

The "inspection group" of the shadow half-elves was also ready to go. They were sent to Wolf Castle through the portal, and from there they took the shortest time to go around Transia to determine the subsequent actions of the valley. .

However, this group of half-elves seem to have a choice, but in fact they have very little room for change.

Because everyone knows that the current situation in the Shadow Valley cannot stop the Jackals in the Black Disaster. They may be able to rely on the terrain advantage to block the Jackals outside their own valley. However, once the Jackals surround this place, the Shadow Valley will be unable to stop them. The valley is not rich in resources, so these half-elves have no choice but to starve to death.

To sum up, Murphy is not worried about the half-elves causing trouble.

They are small in number and can't afford much, but they can give players one more racial template to choose from. To be honest, the appearance of half-elves is not outstanding, and not every half-elf can be like Adele. Uniquely modeled, their bodies are overly slender, which may be of interest to some "skinny" fans.

However, the faces of these elves are indeed more delicate than humans, which will definitely satisfy the Yan Party. It is foreseeable that in the future, the number of Lumina's "compatriots" will increase.

At the same time as this "high-level exchange", Hogg, who had been escorted to the valley by the Knights of Palano before, was actually carrying out his own alliance.

But the identity of the person Hogg was talking to at this time was quite "awkward."

"Hey, isn't this Lord Shredder? I haven't seen you for half a month, why are you so depressed?"

In a tent outside the Shadow Valley, the ugly face of the freshly baked "Wise Wolf" Hogg was full of sarcasm and ridicule. Opposite him sat a strange undead.

The latter can also see the body shape and posture of the jackal, but because the body was destroyed by the death breath of the three-headed dog of Hades, it appeared here in the form of a skeleton.

It wore a set of black robes to cover itself. Under the hood, you could see the blue bone fire lighting up in the eye sockets of the gnoll skeletons. This meant that the former Plague Chief who tore flesh had now become A corpse witch.

But this corpse witch is different from the corpse witches in Transia.

To put it simply, today's flesh-tearers are the most orthodox "Moon Corpse Witch".

After it was killed by the mummy girl who had lost her mind, Nefertari did not let go of the big bad guy who disrupted the balance of life and death. She used the orthodox undead knowledge of the Death Moon Sect to reshape the flesh tear into her own. servant.

But this is not an act of mercy.

Nefertari just wanted to use this method to punish the stupid behavior of tearing flesh and disrespecting death. As the most talented generation of new stars in the Death Moon sect, the mummy mastered a wide variety of undead spells. She had many ways to make tearing flesh Every day after death is lived in the pain of repentance and punishment.

The most frightening thing is that this kind of punishment is directly effective on the soul, making it impossible for the flesh-tearing person to rely on willpower to withstand it.

In less than ten days, Tear Flesh changed from an ambitious jackal chief to a poor soul who just wanted to rest in peace. His temperament became similar to that of an "ascetic monk" who was formed by pain. restrained.

At this time, facing Hogg's sarcasm, Rirou didn't even have any more mood swings, and he had no intention of quarreling with Hogg.

Its owner, the brain-dead mummy Nefertari, is chatting with a group of young players not far away, trying to trick them into helping her find some rare materials nearby to help her summon Hades again. Three-headed dog.

Her most powerful thug had been driven away by the fallen blasphemous priest among the Twilight Cultists.

She must summon her "cute and adorable" three-headed dog to the material world again before heading to Transia, in order to show the majesty of the Moon of Death to the arrogant vampires.

Although Nefertari is out of her mind, her crazy character is quite popular among players.

In particular, the mummy's unique appearance and modeling made her quickly become a "new NPC" sought after by players as soon as she appeared in Shadow Valley, especially the Eight Heroes of the Demons, the Honest Goudan, and the Pants-Taking Demon. Ah Feng, these guys found a new target after smoothly abandoning Spider Girl.

They all follow the path of warlocks and death factions, and the Death Moon Sect is recognized as the orthodox orthodoxy of the mysteries of death in the mainland.

Why don't you quickly lick it like crazy?

In short, Nefertari was busy dealing with the little players and had no time to worry about her atonement servants tearing flesh, which gave her space to talk to Hogg.

After waiting for Hogg to finish a series of sarcasm, Zhanrou, who had been silent until now, spoke.

And get straight to the point as soon as you open your mouth:

"My clan's civilization slate! Is it at your place?"

Tear Flesh asked in the hollow voice unique to the undead:

"I feel a unique aura from you, a strange power that makes my soul bow to you. If I hadn't been dead, I would have given up all my persistence because of your persuasion. 's following you.

This strange power reminds me of those praises of the Bone-Gripping King among my tribe.

you!

Hogg from Transia, have you taken over the banner of the Bone-Gripping King? Will you become the new King of Gnolls under the arrangement of your vampire master? "

"Hey, the old coffin board is quite knowledgeable!"

The bastard Hogg didn't respect his elders at all. He sat cross-legged in the tent and let out the laughter of a jackal. He stroked the special chained box at his hand and said:

"That's right! I have taken over Lord Philip's banner and become the civilized spokesman and guardian of our race, but I will not become the King of Gnolls.

Jackals cannot have a king, otherwise many people will not be able to sleep.

My current nickname is ‘Sage Wolf’.

I already know the dark fate of my family from Lord Philip, and my trip to the Dark Mountains is to crush this desperate future and use my claws to buy a bright tomorrow for my family! "

"Haha, what you call tomorrow is for our powerful tribesmen to follow you and become dogs for vampires? Begging for mercy at Murphy's feet just to get a few bones?"

Tear the meat and scolded:

"You self-destructive idiot! Even if you are given wisdom and power from God, you have no idea how to use it. You will fail miserably. I confirm this. Why did fate choose you?

Damn!

You are not a qualified leader at all. You have not inherited any of the strength and unyielding courage that jackals are proud of! "

"Look what your proud strength and courage have done to you?"

How thick-skinned Hogg is.

It would not break its defense just because of the scolding of Zhanrou. On the contrary, it used a casual attitude to tell Zhanrou the news that it knew so far that the Lord of Hunting had turned dark.

Even though Tear Flesh had become an undead soul with a stoic heart, this breaking news made ghost fire flash in his eyes.

As the best warlock in the Dark Mountains with psychic powers and voodoo, he can completely understand what kind of disaster it will bring to the gnolls once the fallen Lord of the Hunt makes his first cry in the subspace.

Faith binds the gnolls to their gods, and once the source falls, it is only a matter of time before the gnolls are trampled into the mud.

What's more, Hogg said that this news came from the King of Bone Grinders, and Tear Flesh knew very well that the faith of the Lord of Hunting was first formed after the rise of the King of Bone Grippers.

The King of Gnolls used a very crude method and used faith as a means to unite the Gnoll clans. If it even said that the Lord of Hunting was about to fall, then this news could not be false.

"Damn it!"

Tear the meat and cursed:

"The evil god's priesthood includes 'hunting', 'slaughter' and 'war'. The massacre caused by the jackals in the fourth black disaster has already supported it. Once this black disaster enters a large-scale war, the Lord of Hunting will It will definitely be born smoothly.

There is not much time left for you, Hogg. If the King of Bone Grinders thinks you can shoulder such a responsibility, then you must act immediately!

I can leave my clan to you, and they will lead you into the Mossy Valley, where you must destroy the Lord of the Hunt's shrine and slay its priests to sever its ties to gnoll civilization.

It's hard, but you have to do it. "

"Not 'me'!" Hogg shook his head.

It narrowed its eyes, revealing a cunning wisdom. It stared at the undead tearing flesh in front of it and said:

"It's 'us'! I came here specifically to meet you not just to ridicule your failure, Tear Flesh. If I want to enter the Dark Mountains to complete the attack on the Lord of Hunting, I must have a reputable jackal to assist me. .

You and your clan are the best at using psychic energy and voodoo among our tribe. Although in my opinion you still lack wisdom, I have to admit that the Plague Clan is indeed the most civilized gnoll at present.

I only have a heavy mission now, but the majesty and instructions of the Bone-gnawing King are not enough for me to stop the people's stupidity. I must come up with a practical and effective method.

I need your help. I need to use the Plague Clan as a foundation to establish my own base in the gnoll camp. Only in this way can I protect our tribe from being liquidated after the war. "

"You want to cause division?"

Tear Flesh was worthy of being the former Plague Chief, and it immediately realized what Hogg wanted to do.

It scolded:

"You idiot! You want to turn our tribe into two camps? You keep talking about being civilized, but in fact you are not going to lead our tribe to surrender to the civilized camp? You will destroy our last unity!"

"You have such a shitty unity!"

Hogg immediately sarcastically said:

"If the gnoll clans in the Dark Mountains were really united, you, the plague chief, would not be exiled to the filthy swamp. If they were really united, even after the death of the Bone-gnawing King, the second gnoll king would not be exiled to the filthy swamp. It’s not like they haven’t been selected for more than a hundred years.

To use the phrase "warlord separatism" to describe the situation there is to look down upon you.

Sir Philip single-handedly made us Gnolls finally look like a civilization, but after its death, you useless things fell back into the clan system of fighting each other.

Still divided.

Pooh!

What qualifications do you, a guy who is begging for mercy at dusk, have to call me a traitor? My loyalty to Master Murphy can at least buy real territory for our tribe. What benefits did you gain from praying to Dusk?

You old thing, let me ask you, do you want to see your tribe degenerate and become the public enemies of the mainland forever, or do you want to seize the last hope and create a real land for our tribe?

Don’t use the word split either!

Hell, open your undead eyes and take a good look, we have never been unified! I don't believe that all the current chiefs are clean. I'm sure there are some scoundrels in Dusk among them.

Those are a group of world-destroying believers!

Are you crazy?

Basing his rise on the assistance of a group of doomsdayists? What are you going to do? Help Dusk destroy the world and then rule the ruins of the world?

Do not be silly!

I! Wise Wolf Hogg! Now only I can represent the only ray of light in the gloomy future of the Gnolls! I'm not afraid to tell you that it's not just Master Murphy who supports me now.

Have you ever heard of the vampire Lord Paying?

That is the uncrowned king of vampires. One of his lords is now my personal bodyguard. I have received the support of the Millennium Lord. Soon, under the mediation of Lord Paying, I will be the only representative of civilized gnolls. Enter the political stage of this continent!

do you understand?

Whether you like it or not, I will be the only legitimate representative of the Jackals in this world!

I will not become the second bone-crushing king, but I will do what even Lord Philip has not done.

I will bring the people back to earth from the hell of war, just like Transia rising from the ruins! This black disaster will not destroy us, on the contrary, it will shape us. A country belonging to the gnolls will be established with the blessings of all civilizations, and we will also be included in the civilization camp.

History has proven four times that the Jackals do not have the power to destroy the world. Since they cannot be defeated, they have no choice but to join.

I ask you, tear the meat!

Will you help me?

Don’t you want you and your clan to become prominent dignitaries among the gnolls? The best opportunity is right in front of you now. As long as you promise me, I will go to Ms. Nefertari to give you your freedom.

Haha, how long can your soul be burned?

Ms. Mummy told me that you will be out of your mind in two months at most.

This is the ending you, the bastard who wantonly played with death, deserved, but for the sake of the racial justice of the gnolls, you may still be able to make one last sacrifice for your people!

If you are truly who you say you are, someone who cares deeply about the future of your race, you should know how to choose. "

Hogg stopped talking.

But the aura of the wise wolf has matured, and the blessing from wisdom makes Hogg's words clear and coherent. The power it carries within makes it impossible for Tear Flesh to even refute.

no way!

The bastard Hogg now stood on the high ground of moral and racial justice, and no words could hurt it.

Tear the meat and remain silent.

The current development of the plot is completely different from the rise of the Gnolls it designed after stealing the Civilization Tablet from the Land of Creation, but it also has to admit that perhaps it would be better to give the Civilization Tablet to Hogg than to give this precious thing away. It's more useful to go back to Mossy Valley.

Precisely because it understood the thoughts of those chiefs, it discovered even more sadly that the sad future that Hogg exaggerated was real.

After the death of the Bone-gnawing King, generations of gnolls could not come up with a decent leader.

Lord Philip's era is the era closest to the rise of the Jackals, but that beautiful era has ended for more than a hundred years. Hogg is right, now is the last chance for the Jackals before they completely sink.

"so be it."

Shred meat lowered his head.

It moved its bones that were engraved with runes of sin, and bowed its head to Hogg, whom it had always looked down on, for the first time. It said:

"I will help you, Hogg. No, Your Excellency Xian Lang, I will help you save our people from a desperate situation, and I will help you gather my clan.

But you should be prepared.

The Splitclaw Clan, composed of the most powerful priests and sorcerers in the Dark Mountains, has been trying to annex the Pestilence Clan. Now that I am dead, the best of the Pestilence Clan have been lost in the fighting in the Filth Swamp, and my clan is in danger. "

"Wouldn't that be better?"

Hogg grinned and said:

"We can make a heroic appearance as a 'savior'. Oh, by the way, I also brought you an acquaintance to assist you in helping me better complete our 'rescue'."

It took out the rusty bone saw from its waist bag and handed it to Tear Meat.

When the latter held it in his hand, he heard the lame soul of his best and craziest student screaming in the phylactery. This made the flesh-shredding man immediately feel the tragedy of things changing and people being manipulated by fate.

However, at this moment, having this bitch like Lame Claw by his side still made the undead Shred Flesh feel a strange warmth.

"You have to reshape it. Our operations in the Dark Mountains are inseparable from it."

Hogg whispered:

"But this time, use some snacks. Don't resurrect my dear lame paw in a lunatic manner. I need its skills. I also need it to be more stable."

"Well, you can ask Ms. Nefertari for help with this matter. She has a way to stabilize Lame Claw's mind."

Tear the meat and whisper:

"Well, this may also be an opportunity. Mr. Xianlang, I know you are Murphy's loyal servant, but we should not hug the vampire.

Taking this opportunity, it will not hurt our future clan if we can become a follower of the Death Moon teachings.

Our people have become accustomed to singing the praises of the Lord of Hunting. If the evil god falls, their savage hearts will also need a little solace of righteous faith. Perhaps Ms. Nefertari can become the enlightenment of the gnolls!

Although she is crazy because of the water in her brain, believe me, she is absolutely strong in dealing with beliefs.

Go ahead and convince her with that powerful tongue of yours.

This is your first challenge. "

(End of this chapter)