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 jackals who are still resisting human tyranny.

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

Those humans deserve to die!

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 the flesh-tearing warlock with an angry face. The skinny jackal chief now had a bruised face and a swollen face, and there were still traces of blood on his body.

There were wounds that had not yet healed, the blood-stained armor hung in tatters on his body, and even his mouth and neck had swollen scars. Every word he spoke made his whole body tremble in 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 you were involved in this?"

"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 the flesh-shredding didn't respond immediately or believe it immediately. Instead, it waited there with a cold aura.

Hogg did not come back alone.

According to it, it also consumed all 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 Meat'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 magic tower of vampires, 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.

After the battle started, it turned into a bad battle.

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 continuously running ritual will attract the energy of the pioneering legion. If the Plantagenets cannot eradicate the influence within two months, when the Black Scourge 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, they have attracted the attention of the Sealanders.

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 Flesh, 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 to be "wasted" by Crippleclaw, 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 deeds! Return to your clan immediately and take your people to attack those

The Transians were building defenses outside the swamp and preparing to enter 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 sighed.

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?"

"Huh, 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 trace of cruelty flashed across Flesh-Tearer's uncertain and gloomy face. If it had followed its previous temper, a guy like Hogg who failed to achieve anything but failed to do anything 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 heart of the tearing flesh.

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 meat and 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 adventure and treasure hunt would definitely not go smoothly, and its life would even be in danger.

In the past, such extremely dangerous things like tearing off flesh would definitely not have been done, but now there was no time left for him to hesitate.

Their clan was sent to the Filth Swamp to search for the Bone-Gripping King’s secrets. This was a decision jointly made by the chiefs of several large clans in the Dark Mountains. This represented both an exile and a “test” for the Plague Clan.

If the Tear of Flesh can successfully bring back the Bone-Gnawing 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 Flesh, who has lived and grown up in the dark mountains since childhood, knows 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 would definitely look very familiar to Murphy.

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-gnawing King is in a cave there, but we need help from you. You have promised that you

It will help us at 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.

The idea of ​​tearing flesh came to 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 "source" hung up the communication very decisively, but the flesh-shredding was not very happy after receiving the promised help.

It knows that this is a quagmire in front of it.

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

It also knows that it's not just the Plague 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 of them have inextricable connections with this organization.

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