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Hog’s Ghostly Task Number Two_3 1486: 500.
Hog’s Ghostly Task Number Two_3 A towering figure sat on a rock on the hillside in front of Hog, with his back to him.
It was one of the Wolf People.
With a slender and robust body and a uniquely stylish tail among the Wolf People, its sitting height was three tis that of Hog’s—truly a giant amongst werewolves.
The wind passed through this phantasmagoria, lifting the mane of the imposing Wolf Person, making him appear as majestic as a lion.
In comparison, Hog appeared as lowly as a mouse crawling out from the dirt, and even the Blood Claw Chief, who had always been confident due to his cunning intelligence, couldn’t help feeling a sense of sha well up inside.
“You’re a coward who holds back your fangs though your heart harbors a fierce tiger, co over!
Have a word with .”
The giant werewolf, with his back to Hog, said discontentedly.
Hog imdiately realized he was not cursed into being here; everything was due to the “summoning” of the individual before him, as for who it was…
“Hail to you, great King of Bone Biting!”
With his body curled up, Hog moved forward and prostrated himself at the feet of the giant werewolf, just as humbly as he served Tear Flesh.
Hog had grown accustod to such fawning, a deadly weapon he found useful.
However, his universally successful guise failed this ti.
“You have perfectly used your strengths, no, you’ve turned your weakness into your advantage!
A healthy werewolf wouldn’t care about what a disabled one thinks, and their arrogance under your cunning becos a poison, falling into the traps you’ve set for them without you even lifting a finger.
Nash…
You truly are a unique creature.”
The voice of the King of Bone Biting softened, but Hog instinctively retorted:
“I’m not Nash!
Nash is a do-nothing, a coward who has lost everything!
I am Hog!
Powerful Hog!
I am the Chief of the Bloodclaw Clan, the King of the Clearing in the Woods!
Hog is the Swamp Lord!”
“No, you fool, that is the na given to you by your master, just like naming a dog!”
The King of Bone Biting raged with indignation.
He stood up and, with a kick, flipped Hog over, cursing:
“That is not your na!
You cannot be content with being a vampire’s slave…
how could soone like you be worthy to inherit my power?”
“But I don’t want to inherit your power at all, you’re just a loser!
Why would I want the power of a loser?”
Hog was knocked to the ground.
Yet, this blow dispersed the fear in his heart, and he raised his head to bravely look directly for the first ti into the King of Bone Biting’s majestic lion-like face, screaming:
“I’ve read your story!
I’ve read over and over the accounts of elves, dwarves, Sanghai People, and humans about you.
I understand you better than anyone else, King of Bone Biting!
You seem to have been just one step away from overturning the Continent, but in reality, you were far from victory!
You!
You did not bring civilization and strength to the Wolf People, you just turned them into worse beasts!
Before you, there were three failed Black Disasters, but you, possessing the most perfect power, did not learn from them and instead led the Wolf People deeper into an even worse abyss.
In this regard, you are the worst leader!
I am not at all afraid of you.
My courage does not co from re passion; I have enough knowledge to know where you went wrong!
If…
If I had been in your position back then, I would have done a hundred tis better than you!
And you bastard, you’re already dead, you should rest in peace instead of continuing to pass down your legacy.
Four tis the facts have proven that just with strength, the Wolf People cannot stand tall on the Continent.
This ti, without your leadership in the Black Disaster, their chances of winning are even slimr.
Give up on the Black Disaster!
You can share the world with others only if you are not sworn enemies.
The mont you decide to oppose the world without the power to overturn it, your failure is already destined.”
Hog was practically roaring out what it had in mind.
This was not a spur-of-the-mont outcry but reflected the views in its paper about the deeds of King of Bone Biting, which Professor Malcolm greatly appreciated.
He believed that Hog had truly seen the essence of the Black Disaster issue as a struggle for the right to survive.
The roar from Hog made King of Bone Biting, who was already poised to strike, halt in his tracks, a magnificent and powerful Wolf People indeed, found himself at a loss for words in the face of his inept junior.
As for Hog’s accusation, it didn’t care in the slightest.
A figure capable of such accomplishnts and leaving a na in history could not possibly change their mind because of soone else’s word or two.
Such individuals always have their own unshakable views of the world.
Ordinary people are influenced by the world, while they transform the world with their own being.
The difference between the two is fundantal.
Seeing that Hog was impenetrable to persuasion, even bluntly refusing the power of the Wolf People’s King, King of Bone Biting did not press the issue any further.
Fuming, it sat back on the rock and, as it started speaking again while curling its beautiful tail into a strange shape, said:
“Since you don’t wish to inherit my power, then inherit my mistakes and burdens instead; after all, you must take sothing away from .
You cannot leave empty-handed on your arrival.
This is the rule set by the creator.”
“What?”
Hog was stunned, and it retorted:
“But…aren’t you a follower of The Master of Hunting?
Why are you spouting all this creator nonsense?
You heretic!”
“Tsk, don’t be dumb.
That whole faith spiel is just to discipline the clansn, to unite them.
The mont I erged from the creator’s ruins, such ignorant and primitive beliefs in The Master of Hunting were beneath even reptiles in my eyes.”
King of Bone Biting did not bother to conceal its contempt for The Master of Hunting.
Looking at Hog seriously, it said:
“You needn’t fuss about my current form.
I’ll only tell you that they think my last adventure failed, but it did not!
I was successful 99%, stuck on the final 1%.
I was born in an abandoned place of creation, awakened in an era that isn’t mine.
My very existence is a legend!
Of course, you may also call it, ‘the echo of an ancient era.’ Obviously, you are unaware of the grand history of the Wolf People, and I have no interest in telling you here.
I’ll only tell you I’ve already inscribed my na in the creator’s registry, and I’m but one step from setting foot into the true transcendence.
My current state is hard to explain in just a few words, but I know if I want to take one more step across that threshold, I need to accomplish feats impossible for mortals, to prove that I’m worthy to step into the sacred Sanctuary of souls, the greenhouse of life.
But the foolish actions of Tear Flesh have desecrated my body, removing my only link to the material world, thus I could only establish contact with you in this way.”
Listen to , Hog, I actually don’t care if you’re planning to be a lapdog for the vampires; in any case, you have no intention of inheriting my power and title.
This indicates that you’re one of the fairly rare, level-headed pragmatists among the Wolf People.
In that case, I have a thing to discuss with you.
Go to the Dark Mountain Range!
Get involved in this Black Disaster.
I don’t care who you serve, I have only one request!
Destroy the altar of The Master of Hunting in Moss Valley, and prevent it from truly erging in the sub-space.
That being has been tainted before its birth, with over a hundred years sufficing to spread its filth.
If it truly cries out its first howl in the sub-space, the Wolf People’s civilization will plumt into the abyss in an instant.
That was a mistake I once made.
You!
Hog, take down that soon-to-erge God of the Wolf People!
Correct my error, through this, I will share with you the source of my power…
Yes.
That is the blessing the creator reserved exclusively for the Wolf People.”
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