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Chapter 606 605. The situation is about to open up, my dear jackal brothers

One day later, Overseer Hurley, who was entrusted with the important task but was late to arrive, finally arrived at the original camp of the Filthy Claw clan. He brought with him a main force of more than 6,000 from the Whiptail clan and elites from other clans, plus There are more than two thousand jackals left in the camp, and they are definitely a strong force.

And this is just a pathfinder in the war sequence of Black Disaster mode.

It stands to reason that the Dirty Claw clan had just experienced a terrible defeat, and even their chief had lost money. In this situation, according to the tradition of the gnolls, a wave of heads should be chopped off to boost morale. However, the army has always been run by Governor Hurley, who is known for his strictness, did not take such measures this time.

Instead, it used the energy from Chief Dirty Claw's death in battle to cause a wave of disruption and reorganization, and incorporated the losers of the Dirty Claw clan into its own army to serve as cannon fodder.

Although there is a high probability that they will not survive the next battle, such "mercy" is indeed rare for Lao Daobaozi who uses his strength to fight his way through the dark mountains.

The Overseer even summoned the former Black-Eye Clan Overseer Popok Black-Eye, who was already infamous as a "loser", in his camp.

It was different from the angry scolding when they met last time.

This time, Overseer Hurley's attitude towards the fearful Popock was "friendly", especially when Popok presented the head of Chief Dirty Claw and the Vam Beheader that he "fighted to snatch back". A fleeting smile flashed across that furry, ferocious face.

"What a shocking weapon. You said you captured this on the battlefield?"

The Warlord is a true Gnoll warrior.

Anyone who is a warrior will not dislike magical weapons. He stroked the mighty barbarian battle ax with his claws, glanced at Popok, who had his head lowered next to him, and said:

"People in the camp told me that it was you who snatched the head of Chief Dirty Claw under the self-destruction tactics of the Transian lunatic, and prevented it from falling into a worse fate of losing its life and losing its reputation?"

"Yes, Lord Overseer."

Popok replied shamelessly:

"I was the frontline warden appointed by Chief Filthy Claw, and I tried to stabilize the situation after Avalon's Chosen came to the battlefield. However, I was no match for the Chosen, and the false god Vam also sent his messenger. .

That vampire was terrifying. I tried my best to help Chief Dirty Claw, but...

In short, Chief Dirty Claw treats me well, and I can't just sit back and watch him be humiliated by the Transians again. "

This passage was spoken very smoothly.

It was as if it had been rehearsed in advance. If anyone with a bit of shame said this, he would be so embarrassed that his face would turn red. But after Popok experienced the ups and downs of life, he had already learned to use a reality that did not belong to the jackals. attitude to face the storms of life.

To put it simply, Popok has fallen deeper and deeper into this damn whirlpool under the temptation of the smooth-talking Transian Jackal Nash.

If it doesn't want to die, it can only continue to strengthen its face.

Of course, Overseer Hurley also knew that Popock was telling lies, but he did not expose it.

Why expose it?

Although I don’t know what role Popok played in Chief Dirty Claw’s death in the battle, the fact is that Chief Dirty Claw died and the clan he left behind was annexed by him.

As a result, the Whiptail Clan gained a group of important voodoo priests. The Splitclaw Clan's attempt to promote martial arts on the battlefield failed completely. The man was slapped twice hard.

This kind of thing is certainly not a good thing for the formation of this black disaster, but it is definitely not a bad thing for the Whiptail Clan, which has been competing with the Splitclaw Clan for territory.

From this point of view, the continuous defeat of Blood Flag Highland is bad, but Warlord Hurley himself is not at a loss.

It has already made plans.

Let it settle the battles that the Splitclaw clan's vassals didn't win.

Facts visible to the naked eye will prove which clan is more worthy of following. In this way, the power of the Whiptail clan will expand again. This kind of strategy is a relatively elementary level in the politics of the human kingdom, but it is already very important to the gnolls. What an ingenious idea.

Right now, everything is moving forward according to Warlord Hurley's ideas. After making his clan's competitors disgraced, it's time for the Whiptail clan to clean up the overall situation.

However, when Overseer Hurley carried the Wamu Beheader behind his back as his new weapon, he also glanced at Popok next to him with a strange look.

There is indeed something weird about this guy that is hard to explain, otherwise it would not explain why every battle involving Popok would end in a miserable failure. Perhaps there are rumors in the camp that slander it as a "loser" or a "cursed one" Not out of nowhere.

I am not a superstitious and ignorant warlord, but for the sake of safety,

"Popock! Your behavior of fighting even though you are defeated reflects your courage. I retract my previous remarks that accused you of being a coward. I see the bravery and tenacity of a jackal in you. Therefore, I want to re-appoint you as the warlord. .”

Grand Overseer Hurley said in a deep voice:

"But you are tired from fighting continuously, so you don't need to go to the battlefield for this battle. You gather the warriors from the Dirty Claw clan and other defeated small clans and guard them in the camp.

When they are needed on the battlefield, I will send someone to contact you. "

"Ah this."

Popok was frightened for a while, thinking that Warlord Hurley was going to use it as cannon fodder again, but the next moment, the Grand Warlord stepped forward and patted it on the shoulder and said:

"Don't be afraid. Just stay in the camp. You can go home after this battle. Your father contributed 2500 elite hunters to the clan. The old chief has seen the loyalty of the Black Eyes clan. Of course you have too. Qualified to share in my victory.

I will let you return to your homeland with news of victory, and I will let you honor your old father and your clan.

Alas, it is indeed old. "

After saying that, the Grand Overseer shook his tail and left the camp to inspect the army. They soon launched the final attack on the damn Blood Flag Highlands. Well, it should be called the Blood Flag Trap now.

That place no longer has the advantage of high ground, and all the defense lines and bunkers made of fossilized mud by the Transians have been razed. The Grand Overseer has full confidence that he can use a strong charge to defeat the people guarding there. All the tough guys in Transia were wiped out.

But there's something evil about these guys.

Although Hurley has been at the rear, he has also heard about the situation on the front line. Facing the strange Transians, it would be a bit risky to use the clan's elite to attack, so the Grand Warlord will use the dirty claws before this time. Clan tactics.

Anyway, the voodoo priests supported by the Splitclaw Clan are still there, so it will use the meteorite spell to kill those Transians, and then pass through this worthless area and advance the battle line before they can regroup. Go to Black Flame Pass and complete the final assembly there.

Then its work is over!

Next, all you need to do is follow the old chief's will and watch and appreciate how the Splitclaw clan smashed their heads in front of that position.

Hurley had his own plan, but Popock was not at peace in his heart. He returned to his tent with a sense of depression, and immediately saw Nash who was writing there.

Popok is a standard jackal. He doesn't know how to read and doesn't think there's anything wrong with it. Nash has helped him many times and is now a "trustworthy person" in Popok's eyes.

It depressedly told Nash about its situation, clasped its paws with a hint of anger, and whispered:

"The Black Eyes Clan is not a big clan. We are just attached to the power of the Whiptail Clan. We are about the same size as the Dirty Claw Clan. Taking out 2500 elites at once will definitely break my clan's muscles and bones.

Although my father doesn't like me and has always scolded me as a prodigal son, I feel a little uneasy when the clan suffers such a loss because of me. "

"So, you're looking for help from me?"

Nash rolled the Jackal's eyes and said:

"Brother Bobok, I am in trouble. You see, I am just a little smart. I can't help you with such a big matter. But I think there is only one person who can help you now. The 'Wise Wolf' I serve has already The secret arrived nearby.

If you really need help, you can follow me to see it!

I was about to introduce the 'Jackal Talent' I found to my master. It possesses the supreme wisdom among the Jackals and has been recognized by the King of Bone Grinders.

Don’t you admire the bone-grinding king the most?

Maybe now is an opportunity.

I believe Lord Hogg can definitely provide you with a good plan that has the best of both worlds. Let’s go. Leave now. If you can come back before tonight, you don’t want Warlord Hurley to doubt you, right? "

"I feel like I'm being pulled into a terrible conspiracy by you."

Popok was a little moved, and he was actually a little curious about "Your Excellency Wise Wolf" who Nash had been blowing rainbow farts like crazy, but he still had the last bit of persistence in his heart that belonged to the jackal warrior, so he gritted his teeth and said:

"I had this feeling when I first saw you. You must be waiting for me there on purpose. You must be."

"Yes, you guessed it right."

Nash whispered:

"Without my intervention, you would have been decapitated by the Vam Beheader, Popok, but I must tell you, I am not a traitor to the Gnolls!

You got me wrong.

In fact I am extremely loyal to my race!

I am more loyal to my bloodline than anyone else in this camp, and I serve what is right and not those of you who want to help others.

I know you won’t believe what I say. It doesn’t matter. Come with me to see Mr. Hogg!

You can bring along the direct lineage warriors of the Black Eyes clan that you found from the defeated army, and you can bring as many bodyguards as you want.

It's just that you have to make a decision quickly. Let me tell you the truth, Hurley can't beat the Transians at all! It's just another idiot who will die under his own arrogance. You have seen with your own eyes how terrifying the Transnian war spirits are, haven't you? " Thirty minutes later, Popok, who left the camp under the pretext of going out for reconnaissance, rode on Chief Dirty Claw's snow-white warg, carrying thirty black wargs he had rescued from the Dirty Claw clan's punishment camp. As a guard, the Eye tribe followed Nash to the foot of a mountain in the southwest.

This is exactly the opposite direction to the Blood Flag Trap. From here, you can enter the deeper areas of the Dark Mountains.

In a simple camp at the foot of the mountain, Popok met the legendary "Wise Wolf". He was a pitiful little man like Nash, but beside him there were many large and heavily armed jackals. It serves, and even has the spooky undead Gnoll Corpse Witch and a crazed Gnoll Skeleton.

The most terrible thing is that Popok saw a "flowery" vampire knight in the camp!

That's a damn golden one!

Depend on!

It's scary enough that jackals and vampires mix together, but what's even more scary is that this golden vampire actually stays next to the wise wolf wearing a white hood as a bodyguard.

This formation.

It's a bit scary.

"You did great, Nash."

Hogg, who was sitting cross-legged in the camp and holding a volume of "Into the Dark Mountains" that he had just begun, put down the exquisite quill that Xiao Ashina had given him as a gift. At this time, he said to his loyal adjutant in a gentle tone:

"I have confirmed that your wisdom is growing. I can finally leave our clan to you to lead and rule with confidence. You have completed your own chief trial. No matter how dissatisfied Nash, Martel and Fan Gaolei are, they can only accept this. Reality.

you!

You are the most qualified Bloodclaw leader.

Now go back to Wolfsburg.

Let our people prepare for the holy war. In the new era of gnoll civilization, the Bloodclaw clan will have a place. "

Nash took the chief's scepter brought by Hogg with both paws very respectfully.

This thing is made to imitate the scepter of the Jackal Chief of the Dark Mountains. It also has the logo of the craftsman of the "War Hammer" workshop on it, which means that it is not only a symbol of status, but can also be used as a one-handed hammer to beat assassins when necessary. s face.

Although Nash tried to appear calm, his wagging tail represented his excitement at this time.

Originally, Nash had no need to take risks in the Dark Mountains because the "veterans" in the Blood Claw clan did not obey it, especially the barbarian leader Marty Chibi and Captain Fan Gaolei who started following Hogg. They obeyed and even worshiped Hogg. OK, but what the hell is Nash?

Is it also worthy of taking over the position of Chief Hogg?

Nash didn't want to see the clan split and bleed because of this, and he couldn't defeat the two tough guys, so he took the initiative to accept the chief trial.

Now, as long as it returns to Smuggler's Glade with the Chief's Scepter granted by Hogg, the Bloodclaw clan and Wolf's Keep will belong to it.

Of course, Nash didn't forget business.

"Popok, my brother, come here quickly and kneel down to Lord Xianlang."

Popok looked at the pretentious Hogg with suspicion, feeling like a young man who had suffered the "King's Scam". However, as he approached Hogg, as the distance got closer, he felt in his heart about the thin and thin man in front of him. The Jackal's view quietly changed.

It could even feel an indescribable "kingly demeanor" from Hogg, who was so thin that he had no majesty in front of him. This guy might indeed have no power, but he had something else that could make the most arrogant power work for him.

Hogg raised his head, and his bright eyes, which were quite special among gnolls, stared at Popok who was affected by the spiritual aura in front of him.

When the latter sat opposite him, Hogg suddenly said:

"Do you worship the King of Bone Grinders?"

"Well, it's not just me, all the young people in the entire Dark Mountains worship him! The King of Bone Grinders is the greatest hero of our jackals, and I have countless reasons to worship him!"

"It's good to have idols, but I'm confused, why do you want to worship a former loser?"

"you!"

"Do you want to be the Grand Overseer? Popok, I see a potential in you. Perhaps compared to the old stubborn Hurley who believes in power, a young talent like you who is aggressive and willing to accept changes is more suitable to lead the army at this time. An army ready to go.

Your father emptied the clan's fortune for your future. No conscientious child can allow his family to collapse because of himself.

The Black Eyes Clan has been attached to the Whiptail Clan for generations, and you have become accustomed to obeying their orders.

But why?

Haven't you ever thought that one day the Black Eyes Clan will be able to stand on an equal footing with the Whiptail Clan, or even overwhelm them, making those arrogant people who wantonly plunder you become your vassals?

Ha, I knew when I saw the look in your eyes that you had thought about it!

Not only have you thought about it before, but you have never given up on the ambition that is too huge for you. You have not been smoothed by reality, and you still believe in the power of dreams!

Awesome!

What a young man with great ambitions!

Only young people like you are qualified to lead a change. Old men cannot create a new world.

I am more and more certain that you can accomplish something great in the future, something your poor old father never dared to think about.

Come on, Popok.

Let Xianlang teach you what to do next!

Don't be afraid, this is not difficult at all. When Hurley takes over the battle ax you gave it, it will already be on the death list, and all you have to do is give it a hard push in its destined defeat. Use it as a pusher of destiny, just like you did with Chieftain Filthy Claw.

You've already succeeded once, so have some confidence in yourself. "
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"Damn! This is impossible to fight."

Lao Qin, who had been guarding the position for a day and a half, put down his telescope on the messy blood flag trap position, his eyes filled with solemnity.

The gnolls in front have already raised the battle flag of the Whiptail Clan. On this battlefield where thousands of gnolls have buried their bones, the opponent has made up its mind to crush everything in front of them with a determined attack after dark.

They no longer even conceal their movements, thousands of barbarians and hunters are forming formation.

Not to mention Lao Qin, even the two young people who had just entered the game, "Tata Kai" and "Yizitu Tata Kai", who had just finished the college entrance examination, could see the serious situation.

But the two of them, who had just entered the game yesterday, were not afraid.

The main reason is that the topic of "Death Match" on the forum has gone crazy, especially after Daen posted the wonderful clips of each battle group. Those passionate, tragic, and powerful and sensational clips really hit the macho man hard. The softest corner in our hearts.

The greedy party members were about to riot.

They said that Transia was in the midst of hiring people at this time, and strongly requested the development team to immediately send a large number of helmets to them, even if they were allowed to participate as cannon fodder in this bloody war game for men. Two words!

Check it out!

What is loyalty?

They don't even hide that they want to be used as cannon fodder, and they don't care even if they die if they have too much fun.

Hey, isn’t it just death? What’s so scary?

Life is certainly the currency in Murphy's hands, but for players, isn't life just a consumable? Since you always have to exchange it for something, why not exchange it for some glorious memories that you can remember for a lifetime?

"There is a huge psychic fluctuation ahead, Master Qin!"

The black iron psychic master and administrative boss "Forklift Man Attack" ran over with a gun and said to Lao Qin:

"It's very different from the previous actions of the jackals and dog thieves using meteorite attacks on the position. These dogs plan to use meteorites to flatten us after dark, so think of a way quickly!"

"I have a damn idea, our scores are simply not enough to summon the Golden One."

Mr. Qin also scratched his head for a while. In this terrible situation where even the only high ground had been bulldozed, even if he had all kinds of magic tricks, he had nowhere to use them.

"drop"

Just when Mr. Qin was extremely sad, the private communication lighted up on his orb. Old Qin looked down, frowned, took a few steps back to a deserted place, activated the communication and said:

"Happy Stick, are you sending this message now to mock me, the old man?"

"I won't pretend in front of you."

Brother Bang whispered:

"I just asked Mrs. Dorothy, and she told me that our current support points can be transferred to you, and even members of the third battle group can be added to the second battle group as substitutes, provided that we must give up and continue Participate.

so.

For the sake of the victory of the Second Chapter, we need to talk. "

(End of this chapter)