My players are so fierce

Chapter 440 439. The ominous premonition of a treasure hunter tearing flesh - additional updates for the "Yu Xiaohe" brothers [625]

"Master Flesh Tearer, Lord Plaguefang died in such a miserable way! Those damn Transian knights not only killed it, but also hung its head as a trophy in their camp to intimidate the locals. Fellow gnolls who are still resisting human tyranny.

I escaped with all my life and came to report to you!

Damn those humans!

Send out your army as soon as possible to destroy them. "

In the Plague Town in the filthy swamp, Hogg, wearing a tattered and "battle-damaged" leather armor, was lying in front of a flesh-tearing warlock with an angry look on his face. The skinny Jackal Chief now has a bruised nose and a swollen face. There are still unhealed wounds on his body. His blood-stained armor is hanging in tatters on his body. There are even swollen scars on his mouth and neck. Every word he speaks makes it hurt. My whole body was shaking with pain.

Although there is definitely an element of exaggeration in this, Tear Flesh can feel the fear surging in this guy's heart when he reports the results of the battle to himself.

That was an emotion that could not be faked, and it was enough to prove that everything that happened on the Transian border was not a fabrication.

The men it sent out to attack the Transian arsenal and military camps did encounter mishaps.

"How on earth did you lead the way!"

Tearing the Flesh felt angry and helpless at the moment, and cursed:

"Didn't I tell you not to cross the Transian border to provoke the Plantagenet Kingdom's army? Why did you go around the town of Marlow while walking? You should be heading north along the Smuggler's Wood!

explain!

Is it because of you? "

"It's unjust, sir! I'm unjust."

Hogg screamed and lowered his head, showing fear and cowardice.

It trembled and told the story of the cause and effect, but Shred Flesh did not respond immediately or believe it immediately. Instead, it waited in place with a cold aura.

Hogg didn’t come back alone.

According to its own words, it also consumed all of its guards on the battlefield and rescued a plague warlock. The unlucky guy who had an arm and a leg chopped off by the student party is now in the Plague Tower. The lower class is receiving "treatment".

A few minutes later, a jackal warlock covered in blood who had just finished the "surgery" walked quickly and whispered in Tear Flesh's ear:

"I asked Buckclaw, and he described the whole process. Just like what this crippled bitch said, they passed through the Smuggler's Wood strictly according to your instructions, but they encountered the vampire's mage tower.

These idiots of Blood Claw didn't know the vampire's mage tower, but Plaguefang knew how powerful it was and took the initiative to take a small path, which was in line with its cautious character. As a result, this too steady choice made them unfortunately encounter the patrol of the Plantagenet Kingdom. Team.

Once the battle started, it turned into a bad fight.

Plague Fang finally released the Hades Spell, and the dead near Marlow Town will continue to be awakened until all the dead are wiped out. Judging from the number of people who died nearby in the Ten Years' War, they are A trip is not without gain.

That constantly running ritual will attract the energy of the pioneering legion. If the Plantagenets cannot eradicate the influence within two months, when the Black Disaster army arrives, that place will become our source of troops again! "

"This is a shitty victory! Not only did it not achieve its original goal, it also attracted more attention to us! It is indeed beneficial to the Black Disaster, but it is a threat to us! How stupid! Damn the Plague Fang!

Have a good death! "

After learning the truth, Zhanrou was almost driven crazy.

The current situation is intolerable to it. They have their own mission to complete in Plague Town. Instead of repelling the nearby Transians, the Sealanders have also noticed them.

This is the worst-case scenario for the Plague Clan.

However, the matter has come to this, and it cannot ask for more.

Although it is true that Hogg can be killed here to vent his anger, for a cunning warlock like Tear Meat, every piece of rotten meat has a use, not to mention Hogg, a guy who is smart enough and unlucky enough?

It waved its paw and asked the jackal warlock responsible for treating Buckclaw to send the half-dead guy to the construction tower and hand it over to Crippleclaw for "waste utilization", and then stared at Hogg with cold and sharp eyes.

Chief Bloodclaw was so frightened that he huddled on the ground.

Hogg's body size was much smaller than that of a normal gnoll, not to mention compared to the more robust Dark Mountain gnolls. Its unsightly and ugly appearance made Flesh-Tearer quickly lose interest in it.

The jackal warlock snorted and said sharply:

"You made a mistake, Hogg. I should have punished you severely, but now that the clan is in the process of employing people, I will give you a chance to make meritorious service! Return to your clan immediately and take your people to attack those The Transians were building defenses outside the swamp and preparing to step into the swamp.

I don't need you to cause any harm to them, and you can't do that either.

I just want you to stop them and delay them until the Plague Clan's mission in the Foul Swamp is completed.

It won't be long. "

"ah?"

Hogg was stunned when he heard the order asking them to die.

It shook its mouth as if it was engaged in a strong psychological struggle. After a few seconds, Hogg lamented.

it says:

"I know, sir, I will throw all my elite clan members out to buy you time, but I hope. I mean, if I lose my clan in this operation, can I join you? What about the Pestilence clan?"

"Hmph, if you behave well, I won't be able to consider it."

Tear Meat said in a casual tone:

"Now go away and do things. If you mess up things again, I won't take your head! Let your decayed body become a member of the Skeleton Army and continue to serve the great cause of the Jackals."

Hogg was so frightened that he shook a few times again, and then limped away from the meat-tearing site with a submissive look on his face.

Watching this crippled bastard leave, a hint of cruelty flashed across Flesh-Tearer's uncertain and dark face. If it had followed its previous temper, a guy like Hogg, who failed to achieve anything but failed, would definitely be thrown into the pit of the dead. He becomes a walking corpse in order to warn others of the consequences of messing up.

However, at this time, there was a very complicated emotion surging in the flesh-shredding heart.

It itself couldn't tell where this groundless worry came from, but as a silver-level psychic user, the mysterious part of its power seemed to be warning it.

Danger is coming, and it's right next to you.

Tear the Flesh decided to conduct a divination.

However, the divination results this time were no different from many before. The scattered patterns on the thrown turtle shell indicated that its upcoming treasure hunt would definitely not go smoothly, and its life would even be in danger.

In the past, this extremely dangerous thing of tearing off flesh would definitely not have been done, but now there was no time left for it to hesitate.

Their clan was sent to the Filthy Swamp to search for the Bone-Gnawer King's secrets. This was a decision jointly made by several chiefs of the big clans in the Dark Mountains. This represented both exile and a "test" for the Plague Clan.

If the Flesh Tearer can successfully bring back the Bone-Grinning King's lost secrets, then his clan can join the "upper class" of the Dark Mountains.

If it cannot do this, the Plague Clan will be annexed by other big clans even if it escapes back to the Dark Mountains.

The social system of the Jackals is not that warm and affectionate. Once a clan reveals that it is weak and has no backing, it means annihilation. Tear the Flesh, who has lived and grown up in the dark mountains since childhood, understands this truth best.

It thought about its territory for a long time, and then tremblingly picked up a string of pearl bracelets from a hidden place that Murphy would definitely look very familiar to when he saw it.

It activated the communication spell on it, and after waiting patiently for a long time, the communication was activated.

Tearing the flesh said to the other side with a hint of awe:

"Master Yuan, we are about to start exploring the territory of Ningji Nanka. We can confirm that the lost secret of the Bone-Gripping King is in a cave there, but we need help from you. You have promised that you It will help us in critical moments.”

"Of course, I remember every word I said, and every promise I made will eventually come true."

The voice of the woman who had a long-distance conversation with Tris before sounded from the communication. Her tone and timbre were no different from before, but Tear Flesh was keenly aware of a hint of weakness in this mysterious guy's words.

Is she hurt?

This is really strange.

Tear the flesh thought in my mind, but there was nothing unusual on the surface.

"I will send a capable subordinate to your side and help you find the symbol of Jackal civilization. You can take it back to the Dark Mountains and successfully become one of the leaders of this black disaster.

But Tear Meat, this help is not free.

When you get what you want, you have to help me get what I want.

Hum, just wait, the people I send will contact you. "

After saying that, the mysterious "Yuan" hung up the communication very decisively, but Slirou was not very happy after receiving the promised help.

It knew it was a quagmire.

Every time I seek strength from it, I get trapped in it. Unfortunately, the Plague Clan has developed to the point where it is no longer possible to separate from this organization.

It also knew that it was not just the Pestilence Clan.

At present, among the major gnoll clans in the Dark Mountains, except for the orthodox Bonegnawing clan, which claims to be the king of gnolls, almost all have inextricable connections with this organization.

What is disturbing is not Dusk's efforts to help, but their lack of expectation in return.

This proves that what these madmen desire is not conquest or power. They enjoy the destruction itself far more than the fruits they will gain from it.

This kind of thinking and mentality is quite extreme even in the society of jackals.

well.

Tearing the flesh, he hid the pearl necklace and walked to the window of the tower with the soul-destroying staff.

It looked at the depths of the filthy swamp with cold eyes. It knew that no matter whether it was struggling or rising, there was not much time left for itself and its clan.

A legendary thing.

If it had a choice, it would never waste all the elite tribesmen it had spent a lifetime accumulating on such a creature. This was simply stupid. However, it signed a contract with the powerful and embarked on this road of no return driven by ambition. It has gone too far and fate no longer allows it to turn back.

——

"Brother Lame Claw, I'm here to say goodbye to you. Maybe farewell is more appropriate."

The dejected Hogg left the Plague Tower, strolled to the Organization Tower and found the lunatic Cripple who was "busy" here.

The latter is now wearing a butcher's leather apron and using a rusty bone-breaking knife to deal with the unfortunate warlock who was rescued from the battlefield by Hogg.

Buck Claw just lay on the butcher's table forlornly.

Although it was seriously injured when it was brought back by Hogg, it was still alive. Unfortunately, this guy's eyes had lost the luster of the creature.

It's dead.

Not dying at the hands of the enemy, but dying at the hands of one's own people after escaping death.

No wonder that on the way back, Buckclaw kept begging Hogg to leave it somewhere to die or simply give it a stabbing blow. It turned out that this guy already knew what would happen if he was brought back to Plague Town.

Precisely because it serves evil, it knows better than anyone else how evil it really is.

"ha?"

Hearing Hogg's frustrated voice, Lame, who was immersed in work, turned his head at a weird 180° to stare at Hogg.

It's still the two eyeballs that are not even in focus, the same drooling mouth, and the same crazy attitude, but after many "transactions", Lame Claw's attitude towards Hogg has become "gentle" "A lot.

Perhaps in its eyes, Hogg is a good helper with "magnificent powers" who can always help it find all kinds of good things it urgently needs but cannot get.

For example, the vampire heart that Lame Claw is currently placing into Buck Claw's body has been soaked in voodoo, causing it to swell strangely and still glow with a red-green glow.

"Why do you say goodbye? Are you going to die? Hogg, you are a good friend. I will be very sad if you die like this. Do you want me to plant the seed of a corpse witch for you in advance?"

Lame Claw, whose body was covered with stitch marks, said in a vague voice:

"This way, if you die, you won't really die. You will be resurrected by the power of death into an immortal corpse witch. I will keep you by my side as an assistant.

The fact that you have been depressed about your short stature and not being taken seriously can also be improved.

If you want, I can take your brain and put it in a bugbear's skull, and you'll have the powers you've been asking for.

Don’t worry, this process doesn’t hurt at all!

Yes!

None of the guys I've operated on before complained of pain, so it definitely doesn't hurt. "

"Forget it, I don't want to experience that kind of terrifying treatment process."

Hogg curled his lips.

It rolled its eyes and begged:

"Lord Flesh Tearer sent me to attack those ferocious Transians, and it allowed me to make up for my mistakes, but I know that I will be dead as soon as I go, so can I get what is probably the last batch of aid I can get from here? Woolen cloth?

What I mean is that I want to spend the favor I deposited with you in exchange for things that can transform my people. At least, these poor people can serve the Plague Clan one last time before they die. "

"Ha, don't be so pessimistic."

Crippaw seems to really value Hogg.

Seeing Hogg's despair, it paused the corpse construction in its hands. While taking off its blood-stained gloves, it waved to Hogg and led it into its living room, which was as messy as a garbage heap. I was rummaging through a bunch of weird stuff again.

After a few minutes, Lame Claw pulled out a dirty bag from the bottom of the mess and threw it to Hogg.

Chief Bloodclaw took it in his hand and took a look and found that there were more than a dozen bottles and jars filled with strangely colored liquids.

It looked at Lame Claw suspiciously, and the latter explained to it:

"This is a potion I found from the Book of Flesh-Tearing Ghosts. I don't know if I made it right, but I once fed it to my dying warg, and the ferocious beast was as if it had been injected into it. As if filled with substantial rage, he killed several goatman acolytes in one go before he actually died.

So I feel like it's definitely useful.

If your cowardly minions can't bring glory to the Gnolls on the battlefield, then give them this stuff, don't drink more, just a sip each.

They will definitely die after drinking it, but this thing can ensure that their journey to death will be quite "exciting". "

"Is it so powerful?"

Hogg stared at the dirty bag in his hand and the weirdly colored pill bottles in his hand. He accepted them with a smile, and said to Lame Claw before leaving:

"Can you give me the formula? If I can survive, I might be able to start over in the Dark Mountains by selling this thing."

"Oh, recipe, let me think about it."

The lame paw scratched its stitched scalp like Frankenstein's, and finally grumbled and rummaged through the pile of debris. When he couldn't find it, he stamped his feet, tore off a piece of animal skin and wrote on it. Drawing, and finally handed it to Hogg.

The crazy constructor patted his chest and promised:

"It's absolutely correct! Although it's possible that I got a few of the steps wrong, and I can't remember the dosage of the core materials, but I can guarantee that you can make something similar with the tools.

Ah, my mighty Hogg the Seeker, I sincerely hope you survive this mortal battle so that we can continue our delightful trade.

I mean, I still have lots and lots of ‘ideas’.

Unfortunately, the old, stupid and stubborn Flesh Tearer cannot satisfy my exploration of the way of the dead.

Hey, if it hadn't been for my life box, I would have started a new one long ago. "