In the plague clan with fierce internal competition to the point of terrifying, the best outcome of a worthless guy is to become a corpse witch.

The plague warlocks no longer bother to scold Hog's stupidity. They gathered together and whispered, and finally reached an agreement. The warlock who had asked before turned his head and stared at Hog with his one-eye. It said:

"Take a detour! Take a detour immediately and go around the mage tower to attack the arsenal and barracks from the other direction!

you!

You are such a fool who is not good enough!

If you tell me again you don’t even reserve a backup road, I will definitely pull your tongue out!”

"Yes! There must be this one. I have prepared two roads for Lord Tearing Rou."

Hog handed over the map of the animal skin in his hand with fear, and he whispered:

"The second road is far and circumferential, but there are no guard posts around it. However, this road has to enter East Prous from the woodland first, and then walk along the border for a long time to circle back to Under Armour Hills, but Lord Tearful explicitly prohibits us from expanding the war.

It does not allow us to set foot on the land of East Prous.”

"It's all good and bad things, and it's cunning and immortal!"

The warlock who looked at the map whispered.

It fully proves that in the Plague Poison clan, the reputation of Lord Tearing the Meat is not that good, but its fist is big enough and its spirit can be fierce, which is enough to suppress all dissatisfaction.

"Around it!"

A few minutes later, the plague warlocks reached an agreement and they threw the map back to Hogg, saying:

"Walking more roads is more likely to win than facing a prepared mage tower, but all this delay and danger are caused by your stupid intelligence errors, Hogg! When we return to Plague Poison Town, you can ask for your own blessing.

You poor worm!"

Hog looked fearful and desperate on the surface, but in fact he was already filled with joy.

Are you fucking thinking too far? It’s time to come, and you are still fantasizing about how you can go back to Plague Poison Town alive?

Hello, do you have any misunderstandings about the style of the Transian barbarians?

If they can let you go back in a hurry, I will write the name Hogg in reverse!

At the same time, on the top of the "Vampire Mage Tower", Miss Femis, who was transferred by Murphy's secret command, was holding a magic book to read.

The walls of the "Master Tower" around her were covered with the rough grain of the newly dried cement, and there was no decoration at all inside.

This is a rough house, and there is no time to even get the spiritual engraving.

This tower was built last night by the workers of the Stonemaster Brotherhood. Although it was originally under the 100-day construction plan of Transia and was specially built for Ms. Femis, Countess Under Armour, in her own territory, the problem is that this thing is now a "skinny".

The psionic fluctuations it can emit are all dependent on Femis' own urging technique to stimulate echoes. In other words, the search results of the hunters of the Blood Claw Clan are correct.

This thing is a "windmill mill"!

It’s just that the warlocks of the Plague Poison Clan are too cautious.

"What strange names are Murphy giving me?"

At this time, Feimis, who was alone in the tower, was flipping through the notes in her hand, and she complained fiercely in her heart:

"What I need is a serious organization name that can attract the curiosity of the Warriors, and it is definitely not these self-proclaimed ones who have hit the spot for the second time.

That bastard was definitely too deeply influenced by his warriors' uncontrollable style.

I wouldn't call myself the "Supreme Mage" of Kama Taj. I'm afraid that even Cuisi dares to use this title. If I really use it, just wait for the psychic masters from all over the mainland to come and play.

Hey~ This name is good!"

Feimis turned the page and suddenly her eyes lit up.

She flapped her wings and flew up by the window, and while mobilizing her to observe the changes in the woodland border of distant smugglers, she thought to herself:

"The Red Devils Hall, both literally and semantically, are quite suitable for me. Ha, those guys can be reliable occasionally.

Um?

They turned around? Are they so cautious?”

Because of the blood and the seeds of life in her body, the eldest lady made her feel a little more than other vampires that could sense Lin Mu's natural psychic powers.

She quickly sensed the change in the smuggler's woodland, which made Femis scoff at him.

By the way, after achieving the Silver Level, I have not really participated in a battle. I planned to move my muscles tonight, but I didn't expect that these werewolves from the dark mountains were so timid.

Is this a practical case that warriors often talk about the so-called "the older the world, the less courageous you are"?

She thought so, and activated the calculation bead and said to Murphy who was waiting for the message:

"The jackals have embarked on the path you have prepared for them"

"Say the code! Didn't you emphasize it before?"

"What's wrong with you? You have to prepare a secret code for such a thing, okay, 'The eagle has returned to the nest, the hunter can pull the bow'."

Feimis replied with a look of pain. Murphy was satisfied with it, and he said:

"Just please stay there for 48 hours to monitor the next action. In addition, Tris and I have prepared a code name for you.

From now on, you are the new customer service of the test group "Fifei".

"I hate this name, Murphy! Change it to me!"

"Well, you can call yourself 'Feier'."

". Then call it Feifei, and I hate you! Murphy!"

"Please call me the title when you work. My dear Feifei, now, please call me Your Excellency Alpha Administrator."
Chapter completed!