Chapter 250 249. Competitiveness is really a beautiful and terrifying thing

Hogg quickly got his first mission after returning to the Jackal's lair.

Not surprisingly, Kenbot asked it to go back and die again after escaping from danger. It was obvious that this jackal warlord didn't care about the life of a crippled bitch at all, and it didn't even hide this at all.

But fortunately, Hogg has never had any illusions about Kenbot, so he is not disappointed with the current situation.

This isn't the only "secret mission" Hogg has undertaken.

At this time, the skinny little jackal was riding a dirty, wild-haired coyote, leading his elite tribesmen through the rather large jackal camp.

It was nominally looking for a place for its "Bloodclaw Clan" to set up camp, but in fact it was taking this opportunity to record the general terrain of the entire gnoll camp with the calculation orb hidden in its breastplate.

This is something that must be taken seriously!

Because Kenbot's power has now expanded to more than 30,000 jackals, it is definitely not possible to continue to stay in the former border mountains, so Kenbot chose a new place to be his den.

This place is not far from the section where the Cadman River flows through the Andeman Hills. It is also close to the forest land for easy logging. There is also a trade road leading to the East Prussia area, which facilitates the supplies arranged by the Wolfsbane Clan to be continuously sent here.

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It sounds perfect, but the atmosphere of the entire camp at this time can not be said to be "happy and harmonious, all races are one family", but it can also be said to be a scene of "full of vitality, everything is flourishing".

What would it look like if more than 30,000 gnolls and their kobold vassals gathered together?

The answer is simple.

Chaos! Chaos! Still fucking chaos!

Although Kenport arranged his camp in a clear four-layer structure according to the four-layer structure of "core - elite - main force - cannon fodder", Hogg could always see each other even in the second circle where the elite barbarians were.

The jackals were fighting, and there were even fights involving dozens or hundreds of people.

And the reason why they fight is just because the other side took an extra piece of meat or glared at other people.

This is not a symbol of any clear ruling system at all, and the warlord Kenbot only sent his guards to patrol this area symbolically.

Its only requirement for the Transian bastards under its command is that there should be no large-scale deaths. Other than that, do as you like.

This is true for the elite barbarian soldiers, but the chaos of the cannon fodder in the outer circle is even more indescribable. If I have to say it, I think even the migrating herds are more disciplined than them.

"Black disaster."

Hogg, riding a coyote, ran up a hillside outside the camp.

It brought its most trusted guard, Nash, and three kobold geomancers, and could vaguely see the entire large camp from here.

Everywhere you look is a "ocean" of people, and the darkness is accompanied by noisy sounds. It really looks like a disaster brewing that will swallow everything, and more like a hungry beast waiting to prey.

Hogg has never seen the Black Disaster.

But it seemed to have seen the scene when the black disaster occurred from the camp of 30,000 jackals in front of it. It was not 30,000 people, nor 300,000 people, but most likely 3 million.

This has exceeded the limit that Hogg could imagine, and even made him feel scared.

On the contrary, Nash beside him was feeling honored to be in such a large and powerful super clan.

Its toothless shoehorn face was full of longing, as if it had already begun to imagine the scene after this army invaded the Scarlet Castle.

After all, who can resist such an army?

Hogg has different views on this, but he will not be stupid enough to discuss this matter with Nash, whose brain is not as big as a walnut. It would be better to just find a stone on the side of the road and tell him his feelings. At least the stone will not ask him back.

Ask some more stupid questions.

"Clean up, Nash."

Hogg, riding on the coyote so that he could be taller than his guards, said to Nash:

"You go find our companions and let them camp outside."

"Why?"

Nash asked in confusion:

"We are the elites appointed by King Kenbot personally, Hogg! We can stay in the inner layer with better conditions, and the King also specially gave us enough supplies."

"Because it's hard to escape when chaos breaks out, you idiot! You've only seen it once and you started to grow up and grow short. Even after I rescued you from death, I didn't see you respecting me so much.

I still can’t see clearly who is the boss. I really can’t have this bastard who worships his fists more than his brain.”

Hogg roared in his heart, but the words turned into:

"Because we still have missions, don't forget that the king asked us to go back with those vampires.

Well, I know none of you want to, so I'll go by myself.

During my absence, you and others have to recruit more leaders from other clans, but remember, there can't be too many people, and we don't want idiots who only know how to eat meat, mate and fight. At least we can't be stupider than you!

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"By jackal standards, I'm not stupid! And Hogg, this is not our old method."

Nash scratched his neck and screamed, bared his teeth and said:

"We have a lot of power now, Hogg. We are already more elite than King Kenbot's elite. We can recruit hundreds or even thousands of people overnight, and some of the brats who want to eat meat will obey us.

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"But I don't need so many idiots who can only eat meat and only think about eating meat!"

Hogg lost patience with Nash's stubbornness and said in a rude way:

"Idiot cannon fodder, you can recruit them anytime. There is no shortage of thugs in this land, but haven't you learned a lesson from the humiliation in the arena? Those who can fight best are often the ones who die fastest!

Only the combination of strength and brains can allow our clan to survive for a long time. You don’t want to finally grab a good territory only to be unable to hold it because your clan members died too quickly, right?

All in all, it might take me two days to get back.

When I come back, our clan cannot exceed 200 people! I will check them personally. If they are all stupid, you will not be able to eat meat in the next month.

You have to think about yourself, Nash.

Among the current tribe, you are not considered capable of fighting. If some arrogant bastards come again, can you still keep your spouse, your slaves and the meat in your pot?"

Nash didn't want to hear what Hogg said before.

But the last sentence went straight to its heart, shocking this guy who obviously had some brains but just didn't like to use them.

"Do you understand now? You are my lieutenant, and you are the second leader of the clan. You must maintain your power and dignity, just like I did before."

Hogg said thoughtfully:

"Don't recruit those idiots with brains no bigger than walnuts before you ensure that you can completely control them. Just like I recruit you, you have to learn from me, just like I learn from a more powerful wisdom. Ha, that's more.

You don't understand either.

Go do something."

It waved its paw and asked Nash, who was shaking his head, to lead three loyal kobolds to find the tribe.

It stayed on the hillside by itself, looked around to make sure no one was approaching, and then quietly took out its calculation orb. It clumsily edited a "report" with the paws of a jackal that were not suitable for writing, along with the jackal camp.

I sent the map to my boss.

Of course, the signature is still the weird "Pangolin".

"I can't understand how this thing works at all. It is said to be made by halflings."

Hogg carefully looked at the infinitely useful calculation orb in his hand. Its green eyes were full of some strange light, and it thought:

"Perhaps when I have a territory in the future, I will have to ask a few halflings to teach me. Lord Murphy uses this thing to manage and command his warriors. I want to learn from him, and maybe I will also have my own

The Scarlet Fort may not be as big as the messy camp in front of you, but it is definitely more loyal and united.

When the time comes, I will call it ‘Hogburg’ or ‘Wolf’s Fort’!”

In this way, he was drawing a pie for himself, and the jackal leaned against his hyena again, opened another interface of the calculation orb, and began to read with some effort the "History of the Continent" that had been greatly simplified by Professor Malcolm.

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This is not what it loves to learn.

This is one of its "missions"!

Mrs. Adele, who is the direct leader, said that there is a test every five days, and a total of ten tests must be passed at least seven times to fully gain control of the Smuggler's Woodland.

Hogg didn't dare to neglect.

Even though it knows that Kenbot's current power is far stronger than Scarlet Castle, it seems that it has chosen a less advantageous force to join.

However, it seems like there is a choice, but in fact there is no choice at all.

Because that arrogant idiot Ken Porter didn’t even give it a chance to hug him!——

"Our senior agent 'Pangolin' has sent over the map of the Gnoll Camp in the Under Armor Hills. Now you two can calculate the perfect direction for the astral rift to open."

In the Blood Vulture Corridor, Murphy said while sending the map in the calculation orb to Tris and Femis:

"Evaluate it based on maximum lethality, but also on the psychological level of deterrence to the enemy, and leaving a safe enough attack and retreat route for our army. Is the construction of this psychic spell over?"

he asked.

Tris poured herself a glass of wine and said while drinking:

"It's almost over. It will be almost done in a few days. However, this technique requires coordinate guidance when it is activated. Are you sure that the 'pangolin' can undertake such a task? That is almost equivalent to letting it die.

If you are not careful, it will be swallowed up by the spiritual energy of the astral world. A jackal should not be loyal to you to the end, right?"

"I never use 'loyalty' to describe a pangolin. That would be a humiliation for a truly loyal person, but I am absolutely relieved because it has no choice."
To be continued...