My Players Are So Fierce

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

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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!

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Upon completion of this quest, special friendly faction ‘Blood Claw Clan’ reputation will be unlocked.

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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.”

“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!”

Honorary Knight Typal shouted, turned around, and led his two guards to rush towards the battle area behind them.

Others followed closely, and the girl squad also followed with smiles. Little Ashina and Hog waved goodbye, flapping their wings and flying into the Astral Realm mist behind with Sister Pomegranate.

This scene made the skinny gnoll feel emotional, thinking that Lord Murphy’s warriors were really a strange bunch.

What he didn’t explain clearly to these guys was that since those hunting targets were all chieftains, they would definitely have powerful guards around them.

This was obviously a difficult task to complete, but these guys seemed to not care about the dangers at all. They could be driven towards danger and death just for some prairie wolves, which was really impressive.

“Such brave and terrifying fellows! If my clan could get their full support, taking over Smuggler’s Woods in a short time wouldn’t be a problem!”

Hog’s oily green eyes were full of anticipation, and his short tail even started wagging.

However, there was still one player who hadn’t left. After everyone else had gone, Frostfang Claw quietly appeared. Dressed in night clothes, he looked up and down at the skinny gnoll in front of him, then took out a rolled-up scroll from his spirit bag and handed it to him. He then made a unique hand gesture of the Blood Rat Gang to this gnoll codenamed “Pangolin”.

The meaning was “We’re watching you”, then he stepped back, allowing the shadows to intertwine and cover him, making him disappear before Hog’s eyes.

This was clearly some kind of threat from the shadows of Crimson Citadel.

But Hog didn’t care.

He himself was a member of the Blood Rat Gang, and also shouldered important responsibilities in Lord Murphy’s intelligence system. He had already firmly grasped the vampire’s midnight thigh, so naturally, he wasn’t worried about dying an untimely death.

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

Inside was an edict.

It was an order in the name of Lord Murphy as the Governor of Transia and Count of Kadman, designating the entire Smuggler’s Woods as the territory of the Blood Claw Clan and under the management of Baroness of Shadows Lady Adele.

Of course, this enfeoffment was only for Hog personally.

The scroll clearly stated that once Hog dies, the forest would be reclaimed into the Baroness of Shadows’ domain.

At the bottom of the scroll were the seals of the Governor, Count, and Lord Murphy’s personal insignia, representing that as long as Lord Murphy was still the master of Transia, Hog need not worry about himself and his clan becoming homeless.

Of course, granting him the claim to Smuggler’s Woods was one thing, whether the Blood Claw Clan could take over that woodland on their own was another matter.

In the current situation in Transia, it was already a great mercy for humans not to eradicate this group of gnolls. Expecting humans and vampires to help was truly wishful thinking.

However, Hog didn’t expect to directly obtain support from Crimson Citadel. On the contrary, if the vampires really inserted a few supervisors into his clan, he would feel uneasy. He had already seen that kind of hidden danger from Kenport’s cooperation with Korando.

Hog hid this scroll well and rode back on his Mangy Earth Wolf to the outskirts of the already chaotic camp.

Although this area wasn’t directly hit by the Astral Realm rift’s impact or struck by dimensional meteorites, as the foul Astral Realm spirit energy swept through, the entire outer camp had already turned into a complete mess.

The area where so many gnolls stayed was already fragile in terms of order. Now that the vampires had executed their raid in such a terrifying manner, with Kenport’s life hanging in the balance and his guards unable to show up, one shouldn’t expect the gnolls on the outskirts to loyally rush into that area shrouded by Astral Realm mist to support their leader.

Just those despair-spawned creatures rushing out from the spreading shadows were enough to give these inexperienced gnolls a run for their money.

This place had truly descended into chaos!

Many gnolls even started looting amidst the confusion, which further sparked chaotic brawls, making this place seem like an uneasy beast herd, repulsive to anyone watching.

“Come out! All of you, come out!” Hog shouted loudly while riding his Earth Wolf, calling for the members of his Blood Claw Clan to emerge from their hiding places. He had previously ordered them not to leave their camp no matter what happened tonight.

Hog’s orders were well executed. The core clan members he had carefully selected from the Blood Claw Clan suffered no casualties, which pleased Hog greatly.

“Kenport is dead!” the scrawny gnoll shouted from atop his Earth Wolf. “I saw it with my own eyes, he was slaughtered by the vampire leader, just like butchering a wild boar. This place is beyond saving! We must escape before the vampires come for us.

Maltae! You take the barbarians to the warehouses I marked earlier, loot all the food, weapons, and armor from there.

Van Gaul! You lead the occultists to search around for those you consider clever, invite them to join Blood Claw and escape with us. This time, focus on recruiting Animal Trainers, our Earth Wolves and Blood Hyenas are valuable in others’ eyes.

Nash! Where’s Nash?”

“Chief, isn’t Nash already dead?” The gnoll barbarian leader Maltae Dimwit shouted, “Earlier, when the sky was torn apart, someone saw the disgraceful Nash get blown to pieces by the purple light. That light burst from where he was. Some say Nash has turned into light.”

“Fool! I’m not talking about that Nash! I mean the new Nash,” Hog cursed.

He quickly found the small one he had previously “named” Nash hiding in the crowd, looking around furtively. After Hog called him several times, he hurriedly came out only to receive a slap from the chief.

“Can’t you even remember your own name? Next time this happens, I’ll send you to the vampires’ arena!” Hog scolded. “Now, take the people I assigned to you and escort our clan’s females and pups out first. Do you know where Smuggler’s Woods is? That will be our territory from now on. Take them there!”

“Yes, chief, but I’ve found some good spots,” the sneaky Nash said in a low voice. “Earlier, I saw several other clan chiefs digging holes outside the camp to bury their treasures. Some of Kenport’s barbarians were also finding places to bury things. I know where those things are! Perhaps we could… After all, they won’t be using them anymore, and it would be a waste to leave them buried. Who knows which human farmer might benefit later.”

“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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