Chapter 275:

Words : 1724 Updated : Oct 11th, 2025

Hog’s proposal immediately silenced the surrounding crowd. Little Ashina and Life Is Pretty Good, in particular, had their eyes wide open. The former thought Hog had grown so quickly in these few days, wondering if he had taken some brain platinum or something to come up with such a terrifying idea. The latter realized that this skinny gnoll was no ordinary creature. Not only did he not fall behind compared to his own kind, but even when compared to those “smart” other races, he was fully on par. Moreover, his words were very logical, and he even understood how to speculate on Lord Murphy’s thoughts. This point alone even surpassed some unmotivated vampire NPCs. Was this really something a gnoll could say? Seeing Lord Murphy’s warriors quietly looking at him with strange expressions, Hog felt a bit nervous. Although he had learned how to use the Computation Bead to issue quests before, this was still his first time. Under the gaze of so many eyes, he felt quite uneasy and let out one or two strange gnoll calls. Then, remembering something important, he quickly added: “Awooo, I also heard about your preferences from Lady Adele, so I prepared generous rewards for you warriors in advance. The loyal and tame Jagged-tooth Prairie Wolves carefully bred by my clan have always been excellent mounts produced in Transia. Although they are not as good as warhorses for long-distance raids, they are fast, agile, and fierce, able to carry the weight of an adult for rapid galloping, and in some cases can help maintain vigilance and participate in battles.” “Huh? There’s even a unique mount model as a reward?” Sister Pomegranate’s eyes lit up, and she said with a pout: “Why didn’t you say so earlier! If you had mentioned the reward earlier, everyone would have started helping you already. Hog, let me tell you, when dealing with us, you need to be more direct. Tell us, where do we need to go to kill? And how many do we need to kill?” “Yes, yes, yes, that’s the most important thing.” Hearing about the unique reward, the atmosphere in the crowd immediately lightened up. The Dump Truck brother, shouldering his gun, asked a question, and Hog breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly explaining: “After I was promoted by Kenport, I specially talked with those gnoll chieftains and marked them with this thing. They are near Kenport’s core camp, and you’ll naturally be able to sense them when you encounter them.”@@@@ As he finished speaking, accompanied by light dings, the quest on the players’ Computation Beads was updated again, this time directly providing a list: 【Hidden Plot Quest – ‘The Birth of a Clan’ has been updated! Bounty mode activated, please continue to hunt the marked gnoll targets for Blood Claw Clan Chieftain Hog Gnawbone. Bounty list as follows: Flesh-Ripper Clan Chieftain Old Blood Finger, Tail-Snatching Clan Chieftain Bad Tooth, Wolf-Tooth Clan Chieftain Baldy. Quest Reward: Special Mount – Blood Claw Clan Combat Prairie Wolf note! If over 90% of this bounty list is completed before the end of the 《Decisive Battle at Anderma Hills》 dungeon, the quest will be considered complete! note! Upon completion of this quest, special friendly faction ‘Blood Claw Clan’ reputation will be unlocked. note! This is a raid quest, maximum sharing capacity: 140.】 “Quick, quick! Share it!” Half Off With Full Coverage shouted to the others: “Brother Stick and Meow King’s team are clearing towards the gnoll camp’s main tent direction. Their goal is to take down that gnoll warlord, they might not clear all the monsters. If we miss one or two, our quest might be ruined.” ṜÄΝÖBΕꞨ “We’re going too!” Heaven’s Chosen Grayman seemed impatient, he shouted: “We’ve all come to the battlefield, we can’t leave everything to Brother Stick and his team. Besides, we’re currently under ‘administrative reprimand’. Lord Murphy and Regent Miriam are very dissatisfied with our previous independent actions. Now is the time to make up for our mistakes, otherwise, we’ll be sent to the frontier. Although we’re administrative players, we also need military merits!” “That’s right, we need to give it our all tonight.” Life Is Pretty Good stroked the Soul-Reaping Scythe he had bought at a high price, and glanced at his row of “Novice level” spirit techniques. He was different from other administrative players, he planned to level up both administrative and combat professions together. To quickly improve skill proficiency, he needed to participate in battles. Moreover, the core of the Trickster apprentice’s skill system revolved around something called a “Ghost Rune”. This thing, which sounded evil just by its name, required personally killing living beings and extracting their consciousness at the moment of death to create. This process couldn’t be delegated and had to be completed by Old Huo himself. There was absolutely no way to cheat, and even though Second Little Rich Brother Old Huo had money, he couldn’t spend it on this. “Such actions will greatly benefit Transia, which we have sworn to protect! I can find no reason to avoid battle! My sword and my shield represent my courage. Gentlemen, let us charge towards the battlefield!” “Oh?” This suggestion made Hog blink his eyes. He let out a pleased laugh from atop his Earth Wolf and said, “Very good! Very good, this is exactly how I want to see the real Nash behave. You’ve already learned to use the wisdom bestowed upon you by the Hunting Lord. Now take your people and dig! Dig up all those treasures. We need them to pay future rewards to our warriors. What are you still standing around for? Get to work! Van Gaul, remember when you go looking for people, I only want the smartest gnolls to join us!” “The dumbest ones will do too, Hog,” said the gnoll called Van Gaul, an old and cunning occultist. He had broken his leg in a previous brawl and was waiting to die when Hog brought him back to the clan. Because of this, this fellow called “Van Gaul” was fiercely loyal to Hog. Leaning on his bone staff, he suggested, “We can’t just take the smartest ones. The smartest gnolls can’t fight! We also need the dumbest, strongest, and most brainless ones. They’ll make excellent barbarians.” “Right! What you say is correct, but our clan can’t exceed 500 members!” Hog reminded him. “Smuggler’s Woods can’t support that many gnolls. I don’t want to deal with Transia’s crazy humans and vampires again over food issues. You’re in charge of screening! We want the smartest gnolls to be Blood Claw’s brains, the dumbest ones to be our claws. Smart females will give birth to smarter pups, the more of them the better. Other than that, we don’t want anyone else!” Under his command, the entire Blood Claw Clan sprang into action quickly. This was almost the only clan with a clear objective in the currently chaotic outer area. Therefore, although small in number, they stood out in stark contrast to the confusion of other gnolls. As for Hog himself, he kept riding his Earth Wolf back and forth along the edge of the Astral Realm shadow, as if he were on patrol or keeping watch. Hog was clearly waiting for something. Soon, he saw a Kenport guard wearing heavy battle armor but severely wounded, being dragged out of the Astral Realm shadow area by an Earth Wolf. Hog immediately went to meet him. “Sir? Sir, are you alright?” He jumped off his Earth Wolf and ran over to support the weakened guard, who spat blood and shouted weakly, “Quick, bring reinforcements! Kenport needs support! The vampires and their blood servants... Damn it! The king is trapped. You! I know you, Hog! You damned crippled mongrel, quickly bring people to support him.” “Of course I will, sir,” Hog said in a low voice. “You should rest now. I will spread the news of Kenport’s heroic death in battle, as you wish.” “Huh?” This response made the guard’s eyes widen, but before he could swing his flail, a poisonous claw blade sliced through the gaps in his armor, circling around his thick neck and completely severing his windpipe. This vicious attack left the guard only able to make a wheezing cry, but Hog quickly grabbed a bone knife and plunged it into his eye. He twitched at Hog’s feet, staring fixedly at this mongrel, and finally breathed his last miserable breath. Hog stared back at him. His oily green eyes showed no emotional fluctuation. There was no trace of his previous fear, nor any burden. It was as if he had just done something insignificant. “King Kenport has fallen in battle! He was killed by the vampire Murphy! Run quickly! Those terrible vampires are going to kill us all!” A few minutes later, Hog, now wearing the guard’s armor, rode his Earth Wolf shouting and yelling as he passed through the chaotic outskirts of the camp. His voice was shrill and panicked, and combined with the highly recognizable warlord guard armor he wore, this terrible news swept through the already chaotic camp like a gust of wild wind. It was like opening floodgates! Under Hog’s satisfied gaze, a large group of gnolls immediately turned tail and ran with their looted goods. That’s right! This was exactly how gnolls should behave in his memory: looking fierce and strong, but actually fleeing at the first sign of trouble, utterly devoid of loyalty. Who knows how the legendary “King Gnawbone” managed to organize gnoll legions capable of sweeping across the continent? Alas, gnolls don’t have their own history books, so he still had to learn everything about the King Gnawbone from human records. He liked reading those stories. He also had to study the descriptions of the King Gnawbone in those stories, not just because the stern Lord Murphy would test him on it. More importantly, if he was given the noble identity of “King Gnawbone’s grandson,” it meant that all of this tonight was just a beginning for him. Could he become the heir to the legendary gnolls? In the past, he would have been anxious when pondering this question, but now, hehe, why not?

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