Chapter 426 425. The Ghoul Ferryer on the Styx has changed his name to Hogg from today

The undead in the smuggler woodland has become rampant.

This has not happened in recent days. Since Hogg and the Plague Clan got online, this special "strategic resource" has grown in the smuggler woodland at a very terrifying speed.

With the arrival of the team of plague warlocks and necromancers from the Plague Town, the ratio of zombies and necromancers in the area where the Blood Claw Clan is located has reached an astonishing 40:1.

That is, the necromancers do not need food or rest, otherwise the logistics of this force alone will be enough to collapse Hogg and its tribesmen.

So many mouths are enough to chew every bark in the smuggler's woodland from beginning to end.

But even so, the Blood Claw Clan's life was not so easy during this period. The gathering of a large number of undead spirits made the concentration of death psionic energy nearby soar. These cold powers of the dead are terrible oppression for the living lives. Intelligent life can still fight with courage, but wild beasts with more sensitive perceptions are not so harsh. Therefore, the large number of animals in the woodland escaped makes it difficult for Hogg's hunters to catch enough meat.

Fortunately, the previous transaction with Scarlet Fort Hogg had hoarded a large amount of food in a secret place, which prevented its tribe from going hungry during this difficult time.

But it won’t work if you keep doing this!

The threat of sitting and eating up is unacceptable to any experienced ruler, let alone a smart guy like Hogg.

It can completely see the threat of such things being dragged on.

And not only it, all the commanders of the entire Blood Claw Clan have basically seen this problem.

"Chief! Have to let them get out of here!"

Hogg's most trusted adjutant Nash said to his chief with a frown:

"Our hunters have not hunted any fresh meat for four consecutive days. Even the stupidest roe deer is afraid of the necromancer and flees to the vicinity of Lake Sulpers on a large scale. I sent people to fish, but we werewolves are really not good at this.

If this continues, we will starve to death.”

"Psychic! Dirt!"

The head of the dog-headed man standing on the other side of Hog, Jinya, also leaned on the "luxury bone stick" decorated with candles, and stammered:

"The breath of evil spirits is changing the psychic energy! Our woodland will be corroded and polluted, and they must be driven away!"

"Those damn warlocks are digging the cemetery where we buried our tribesmen, Hogg."

The leader of the barbarian soldier, Marty, Zhiwei, also waved the werewolf stick and shouted:

"They also intend to turn our most powerful barbarian soldiers into bones, which is unbearable."

"Shut up! Shut up!"

Seeing that several other leaders were eager to give some advice, Hoger immediately shouted:

"Everyone hears me, you idiots, endure it for a while, they will leave at most two days. I will take them away from our baby woodland in person. Nash, have you found the route I asked you to find?"

It looked at the adjutant.

Nash immediately spread a map of the animal skin he drew before his chief like a treasure. He pointed at several marks and crooked routes on the map with his sharp claws, saying:

"Just pass from here! Chief Hog, from here, he could bypass the Transians' posts on the hills, and he could sneak into East Prous while the night passed through two tributaries. At the foot of the site, he could walk east for up to three hourglass. The posts of the Sealanders were the posts.

There were many people there, but the short marshal took all the soldiers there and sent them to Transia, which caused the number of soldiers there to drop significantly.

I sent a few hunters who were not afraid of death to see it. Some of the werewolves who had escaped from Transia were also entrenched in nearby ravines.

Our hunters had contacted them, and they were beaten up badly by the recruits of the pioneering army. When they heard that reinforcements came from the Dark Mountains, they immediately expressed that they were willing to lead the way, and they knew that there were many good things nearby.

We just need to bring those damn warlocks over and ignore them. The compatriots over there will do the rest for us.

But the question now is, isn’t the meat-torn chief not letting us expand the war?

The warlocks under its command will not listen to us obediently."

"Who needs them to be obedient?"

Hogg scoffed at this, and he sarcastically said:

"I admit that the warlocks are amazing, but so what? They are the first time they come to Transia. They don't know the way at all. Wherever I take them, they can only follow them.

Most importantly, our 'friends' will arrange everything.

Don't worry, I promise that those "noble" and arrogant warlocks will have only this path in the end.

So, go and prepare.”

The Blood Claw Chief looked at the map in front of him and whispered:

"I will take them away tomorrow, and before I come back, we are friends with Transans now. But those Zelans won't admit us so quickly, so be prepared!

If they have to use our poor local gnolls to show off their power and dare not challenge the powerful gnolls in the Dark Mountains, then give them some good looks!

Let them know that the Blood Claw Clan is not easy to mess with either."

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Time flew by and soon arrived at the execution time of the command to tear the meat chief. In the night of the smuggler woodland, Hog rode his own wolf with a dozen smart hunters and barbarians in front of him, and behind them were three thousand skeleton troops.

These skeleton troops are stronger than the previous elites.

The gnoll's necromancers blessed them with heavy bone armor and filthy and poisonous weapons. The most important thing is that this is a skeleton army equipped with equipment and personnel.

From infantry to archers to skeleton mages and cavalry, there are also scavengers flying in the air as eyeliners. In addition to the eight plague poison warlocks and twelve necromancers guarded by the Skeleton Army, there are also quite conspicuous "zombie giants" in the team.

Well, these guys are actually the undead bone-biting barbarian soldiers.

I don’t know what was wrong, but while Hogg “enthusiasm” the bone-biting soldiers who had a lot of opinions about it, a “mutine” seemed to have also occurred in Plague Poison Town.

Anyway, there are no living Bone-biting barbarians there now, and the warlocks of the Plague Poison Clan have turned them all into stronger and more loyal werewolf zombies.

It is hard to say whether there is a factor in which the lame claw urgently needs "test products". Anyway, Hogg feels that this matter must be inseparable from him.

It ignited the hidden contradiction between the Bone-biting Barbarians and the Plague Warlocks with their own hands, but for Hogg, who will definitely "do all the bad things" in the future, this is just a trivial attempt.

It will lead the way very carefully.

With this powerful army behind him, advancing towards the human arsenals and barracks of Under Armour Hills, the orders from the Chiefs of the Tear-Tearing Requirements required them to destroy such strategic areas to delay the enemy's activities.

The movement of nearly three thousand skeleton troops marched at night was very small, just like a "silent mode". The cold plague warlocks also used psychic means to impose hidden mobile barriers on this army.

From this point we can see the extent to which the werewolf in the Dark Mountains "is abundant in martial arts", even a "small-scale attack" that they think must use psychic energy on the blade.

In contrast, the local werewolves' small fights are really hard to support the wall.

Hogg couldn't help but complain in his heart that there was no reason why the zombies in the Dark Mountains looked down on their own "outside-town zombies".

There is almost no similarity between the two sides at any level.

It has been getting closer to Lame Paw lately, and from the mentally abnormal Lame Paw, he heard that some werewolves in the Dark Mountains had proposed to distinguish the glorious Dark Mountain tribe from the outside.

Those guys gave the gnolls a very insulting new name.

They want to call other gnolls besides them "spoilers" to express the difference between the two sides.

As for what animal "得" is, Hog is not clear yet. Transia does not have such a strange creature, but it uses its bald tail to think about it, which is definitely not a good word.

"It's right in front, sir!"

After five hours of marching, Hogg sat on his wolf and drank a sip of water with honey added. He took out the animal skin map and looked at it under the torch. Then he said to the warlock leader "Plague Tooth" very flatteringly:

"As long as you go over the small hills ahead, even if you officially enter the territory of Under Armour Hills, it will be the last part of the smugglers' woodland. The Transian arsenal is nearby, and the Zealand barracks that my cubs found were farther away and would have to continue to march for a day before they could reach it."

"Um."

Plague Teeth nodded coldly.

It was too lazy to say anything to Hogdo, on the one hand because it was arrogant enough, and on the other hand because this guy accidentally burned his tongue while learning the plague spell.

It can't say anything even if it wants to.

However, after continuing to march for twenty minutes, Plague Teeth's expression suddenly changed.

The warlock leader riding on the tall wolf raised the gloomy bone staff in his hand and issued an order to stop the three thousand skeleton troops at the same time. This scene made Hogg shrink his head.

The other warlocks rushed over and met with Plague Tooth.

They realized something was wrong, and after they communicated with each other with their psychic resonance, another blind warlock took the whip instead of the plague teeth and whipped Hog hard, then scolded:

"You bastard! Why didn't you report that there is a vampire mage tower ten kilometers away in front of you?"

"ah?"

Hogg, who was beaten up, asked in a daze:

"What is the 'Master Tower'? My boys told me that there is a strange building there, and they think it is like an abandoned barn or a human windmill mill. The ghost thing and the Warlock Tower of Lord Teared Master have no similarities at all!"

"grass!"

The painful answer of Chief Blood Claw is perfectly in line with the character "dog-legged stupid" it sets for himself, and also makes the gnoble warlock look desperate.

To be honest, it is very difficult to see despair on this face that has been exposed to long-term toxins, but the facts are in front of you.

Through the investigation of the scavenged bird, the gnolls have realized the seriousness of the problem.

A small mage tower stands in front!

If there are vampire psychics there, it means that the size of their army cannot go over without disturbing the other party.

There are two concepts of whether there is a psychic master in a mage tower. Now even the knowledgeable plague poison warlocks dare not act rashly.

It is discovered that the matter is small and the command to tear the meat is a big deal. The craziest corpse ornamental architect under the chief's command will never be too many test pieces.
To be continued...