"I gave you five hundred! Korando, I hope you don't let the blood of my warriors go to waste! ”

Three days later, at night, in the Gnoll camp, the warlord Kempot, riding his sturdy giant armored coyote, arrogantly said to the leader of the Wolf Venom Clan faction who was preparing to attack the Scarlet Keep:

"Although the time of separation has arrived, I have to say that it is a pleasure to work with you."

"Don't pretend!"

Dressed in black armor, Crando didn't even bother to pretend, and he said sarcastically to the gnoll warlord in front of him:

"I can't hide the expression on my face, and there is no joy in our cooperation, which is basically a state of disgust for each other, which is also a relief for me, and we don't have any relationship again, Kenpot.

I just wanted to reiterate once again, if we take the Crimson Keep"

"Ah, I'll turn around with my army at once and head to the Cato region."

Kenpott's grotesque, wicked laughter from the constellation Coyote said:

"I won't continue to attack cities that already belong to you, that's a 'pact' between us, Quack, but the other Overseers of the Biting Bone Clan may not be as talkative as I am, so my final advice to you is that you should take advantage of this time to think about how you can get closer to my clan, my 'friend'.

Soon you will know who will save you in the face of the black plague!

Ha, aside, it's night, it's time for you to go, according to our gnolls tradition this should bring you a bowl of Zhuangxing, but I don't think you're used to our spirits, so I wish you all the best, my 'friend' at midnight. ”

Faced with the hypocrisy of the gnolla warlords, the wolf venom vampires didn't even bother to respond, they turned over and rode the astral wolves they had summoned, and turned into the unsettling night.

Five hundred gnolls and brutes assigned to them also rode behind them on coyotes.

Kenpott didn't break his promise this time, and he really picked five hundred powerful brutes and handed them over to Corrando.

Such a few people are nothing to the huge legion under its command now, not to mention just some locally recruited Trantian lowly species, if they can use their lives to help the Wolf Venom Clan raid and capture the Crimson Keep, let alone 500, even 5000 can be given!

This is also a good thing for Kempot, but Klando's commanding posture makes Kemport very unhappy, so 500 people are enough, anyway, these bastards are going to send them to death. Do you really think you're going to let them go?

Amusing!

After getting the deployment map of the Wolf Venom Clan in the Cato area, Kenpot was already itching.

Compared to the barren and oily Transasia, the rich Cato region is more like a fat and juicy steak, as long as you can lead the army to conquer it, you can't get a huge amount of military supplies, and you can also gain super huge prestige among the Biting Bone Clan.

At that time, he will be able to justifiably ask Moss Valley to send more elites to support him, and then look back and take down Transcia as well!

That's the real power it has to achieve its ambitions.

As for these lowly gnolls of Translasia, hey, they are all thin and weak-willed, barely qualified to be cannon fodder, and they don't even need to think about making a career out of them.

From this point of view, it was really no surprise that Kenpot and Klandor were able to work together, and the two guys wanted even similar things.

"King, these wolf venom cubs may not be able to take down the Crimson Keep."

While Kenpot was pondering these questions alone, Hogg, the "lucky one" who had survived death twice, approached him and whispered:

"They obviously underestimated their fellow Blood Vultures, and maybe they would suffer a big loss, but this is just an opportunity! If the Crimson Keep is thrown into chaos due to tonight's raid, your army can"

"You're just frightened by the vultures of the blood, poor Hogg, you're as small as you are."

Kemport scoffed at this argument.

It glanced at Hogg.

This guy's luck is indeed good, and his brain is easy to use, which can be regarded as a manufacturable material, but unfortunately he is a cheap species, and half of the noble bloodlines that are good at dying come from the Moss Valley.

This mixture of nobility and lowliness is even more disgusting with Hogg in Kenpot!

It felt that this guy was synonymous with disgrace, but the problem was that it couldn't break its promise in front of its own people, and he had promised Hogg a reward if he came back alive.

Alas, those wolf venom crumbs can't even do this little thing! Isn't it a matter of getting rid of this crippled scumbag to be a sword? Why bring it back and be annoying?

"I know you're worried about my conquests, and I see your loyalty, but I'll make a decision on these things, go and claim your reward, Hogg, and pick out your people before you. I allow you to re-form your clan and join the elite main force of the camp. ”

"Thank you for your generosity, King!"

Hogg was very happy.

It shrunk back from Kempot's side, and returned to his Bloodclaw clan with the disdainful gaze of the other gnolls.

In the two days that it ran out to "send its life", Nash completed the task it ordered well, it did not blindly recruit a lot of gnolls with only big appetites to run to fill the numbers, on the contrary, the current more than 100 gnolls of the Bloodclaw Clan are all very clever guys.

Intelligence is not a necessity for survival in the group of gnolls, so most of these clever gnolls are on the fringes of the various clans, and Hogg has gathered them together so that they don't have to be bullied anymore.

In this way, both parties are happy with it.

Hogg quickly announced to his new people that King Kenpot valued their small clan and that the camp had moved to the center.

This made its people even more happy.

Moving to the middle of the camp meant more food rations and better weapons to be devolved, allowing them to have more minions.

"Nash, come here, I have something to tell you."

Hogg whispered a word to his most trusted subordinate, and Nash looked left and right, quietly following his chieftain, the two gnolls talking in the dark.

"King Kenpot also returned my previous clan to me, and there are more than two hundred people there."

Hogg said to Nash.

The latter immediately cried out with joy and said:

"That's a good thing! Your previous clan members are definitely more loyal to you. ”

"It's not a good thing"

Hogg was helpless.

It knew that if it met with its former clansmen, its identity as 'Bone Biting Grandson' that it had declared to its current core clan would be immediately exposed.

It's a terrible thing.

The coldness and disgust in Kempot's eyes were clear when he looked at it before, and it knew that Kempot despised and hated it as a hybrid.

The brutal king would never spare himself if he had the chance, but he couldn't tell Nash about it, and he wouldn't be able to hide it.

So Hogg said to Nash:

"You've been following me lately, especially when you were picking people for the new clan, you weren't lazy and did exactly what I was told, which made me very satisfied.

I must reward you generously!

So, I'm going to hand over my original clan to you! ”

"Huh?"

Nash's large, scarred face was full of surprise on the plate.

Even in the original clan, it was only a big-headed brute, and now it can become a chieftain, which is really unimaginable.

"Go, take command of your clan."

Hogg patted it on the shoulder and said:

"Whatever you lead them, of course, you're still a member of the Bloodclaw Clan, that won't change, and if you lose your clan in the future, I'd welcome you back to our family.

Go ahead.

Share this joy with your people. ”

Nash jumped on the coyote in a daze and glanced back at Hogg, who grinned and waved his paw at it, and Nash was extremely grateful to his chief Hogg.

But as soon as it left, there was a hint of ferocity in Hogg's green eyes.

Your former clan is a threat!

If it wants to be the grandson of the Bone King, those who know its origins will have to be killed, and only the dead jackals will really shut up.

But it can't do that on its own in the current gnolls camp.

Well, maybe it's time for me to ask my "friends" for a little help as a pangolin.

——

"How many people are coming from the Cato area?"

Moriarty Corrando, who rode aboard the Astral Wolf and made his way through the night, greeted his eldest son, Mark, as his cloak fluttered.

They were heading towards the Cadman River Stream, where they were to infiltrate the sewers of the Crimson Keep for a raid.

Mark Collando, who had arrived from the Cato region, rode a giant wolf, larger than his brothers, like a muscular monster with an inverted triangle on its upper body.

In the face of his father's inquiry, Mark Corando, who had a scar on his face, said angrily:

"300 people! They are all elite Black Iron Warriors, and the rest of the people who are not very good at fighting are constantly rushing over, but they are slow, and according to your orders, I have pulled out all the members of our faction in the Cato region.

But Father, isn't this a bit risky tonight?

What if it's a trap? ”

"Are you suspicious of my spending?"

Stander immediately said unhappily:

"That's the news I got when I investigated it myself! There is nothing wrong with that. ”

"I'm just telling you the truth, I always felt a little weird about it."

Mark didn't understand his stupid brother's retort at all, he only looked at his father who was enough to convince him, and whispered:

"Do you have a premonition that you let my two sisters leave Greeney Island with the treasures of the clan and the House of Corrando?

Is that old old shit going to do something to us, old Edward? ”

"Isn't it obvious that he sent the Greyclaw faction to the front line of the battlefield and said that we should participate in the Black Plague on behalf of the Wolf Venom Clan? My sons. ”

Corando said coldly:

"Edward has long seen us as a thorn in his side that threatens his control of the family, and he wants to take the opportunity to get rid of us, and the oppression from the patriarch is too much for us to bear, my children.

I've also wondered if it's a trap.

But you have to admit that the blood food that is already in front of you is indeed tempting. Even if we know it's bait, we have to bite into it.

As for your sister.

Well, I do have something to keep from you, because I am afraid that you will not be able to suppress your anger and do something stupid when you hear it.

Just a month ago, when the Greyclaw faction left Greeney Island, old Edward gave us half of our territory to a mysterious woman named Cecilia.

She has established her faction on our turf.

Children, we can't go back, we don't have a home anymore.

Old Edward, that dog, has given us an ultimatum with this kind of action, either stay in Cato and help him expand his influence on the continent as a pioneer, or be eaten up by the other factions.

That's probably good.

After all, real wolves don't deserve a home!

Children, our enemy seems to be the bloody vulture named Murphy, but in reality, we are already on the opposite side of old Edward.

He would not allow a strong faction to emerge within the Wolf Venom Clan that would challenge his position.

We're either going to take a gamble to get through it all, or we're going to have to honestly throw in the towel, I don't know what you guys think?

But I wouldn't be willing to go back and lick old Edward's shoes!

Even dying here is much better than that. ”

"How dare he!"

Stander scolded:

"That shameless and vicious old bastard, you must make him pay in the future!"

"He's the patriarch, of course he dares."

Mark Corlando was equally angry, but he still tried to maintain his sanity, and said in a cold voice:

"Father is right, even if there is a trap ahead, we must rush into it, and the prestige of destroying the remnants of the Vulture will give us enough prestige among our people to resist the oppression of old Edward.

If we can also capture the prince of the Nordtov kingdom, we will have a greater say, and we can even get direct support from King Louis.

We have no choice but to take it all! ”

"Don't forget what our family joined the Wolf Venom Clan for, kids."

Moriarty Corrando Gangero squinted his eyes in the darkness and said:

"We're not for the majesty of midnight, for the glory of the bullshit blood, we're for power! It's about a brighter future.

But those things are never simply in our hands, and if you want to wear a crown, you have to have blood on your hands, either from the enemy or our own.

Kids, take a gamble!

Children, let's be a real predator tonight.

Children, don't worry about what happens to us, even if we die forever tonight, the blood of House Corrando will not be broken, and your sisters have inherited a cunning wisdom that you have not possessed.

They also have the surname Clando.

Melia and Winnie will finally finish the unfinished business of the incompetent men in the family!

Yes, I have arranged everything for us, whether we live or die, we no longer have to worry about it, and we don't have to have any burdens anymore!

Tonight, we just need to show our fangs and drink the blood of our enemies to strengthen ourselves.

That's all. ”

Corrando's shouts echoed through the night, causing the Greypaws who had followed him on this charge to the point of screaming.

The mob made no secret of their thirst for strength and brutality, and they willingly submitted to Crando not only because he was the leader of the Greyclaw faction, but also because even before he became a vampire, the reputation of Moriarty Clando, the Underground Godfather, spread throughout the dark world of Greeney Island.

They are willing to obey such a powerful man.

They know that their loyalty will buy them a future, or a glorious ending!

The frenzy of these wolf vampires made the gnolls who followed them look at each other one by one, listening to the fanatical howls of those who rose and fell in the dark night, looking at the group of crazy vampires in front of them who were more like beasts than beasts, and looking at the scarlet in their eyes that wanted to choose people to devour.

All this made the ferocious jackals think about a very philosophical question

Who is the barbarian?

Riding wildly at midnight behind the astral wolf, Klandor looked up at the silent vulture soaring above the dark sky.

"Bang"

A twisted and brutal grin broke out on his pale face, and he raised his finger to make a gun shape, and pulled the "trigger" at Refno, who was looking down in the sky, and dubbed the sound.

He knew that there was a pair of eyes staring at him.

Then say hi.

Say hello to each other for the first and last time before you live or die.

——

"They're coming!"

In the Vulture Corridor, Murphy opened his eyes and withdrew his vision from Refnor.

The Vampire Lord stood up and whispered to his men who had been summoned in front of him:

"The Greypaw faction has entangled more than 300 elites and 500 gnolls as spearheads, and the good news is, Andre, your fishing operation has been successful.

The bad news is that it was too successful.

You've caught a hungry shark of the deep, and if we can't stop these wild creatures, the reign of the Crimson Keep will change hands tonight. ”

"Maybe we should blow up that passage?"

Dorothy, who was standing at the edge of the crowd for the first time in such a meeting, whispered:

"Blow it up, and those wolf vampires won't be able to sneak into the city."

"But that would mean that we would have to disperse to fend off their attacks on civilians at night, which is even more unrealistic, because we are the new blood vultures, not the old madmen who didn't take human life seriously.

Nor will Lord Murphy allow us to trade the lives of civilians for a victory. ”

Maxim said in a deep voice:

"Just let them come! In the drained sewers, a life-and-death fight is about to begin! Members of the three clans of Wolf Venom, Blood Vulture and Thorn will sacrifice the blood of the Mother of the Night in their final victory in this dark land tonight. ”

"You've got me, kids."

Pushing a glass of wine, Tracey said:

"I can destroy them alone!"

"The raid of a faction leader has to let our noble patriarch do it himself, it would be too embarrassing for this to get out, and the Blood Vulture Clan is now left with this face.

We can't afford to lose anyone.

This is the only dignity we have left, and we have to pick it up with our own hands. ”

Fiimis was on the staff of the Night's Howling, and she shook her head and said:

"Leave this to us, Trace, just watch."

"The Thorn Clan is honored to fight alongside our companions."

Andrei gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist.

The scar on his face had faded a lot but hadn't erased, and he didn't know what he thought, perhaps because he wanted to teach himself a lesson that he would never forget, just like Tracey.

"Let's go, then."

Murphy took out his broken pocket watch and looked at the time, and said:

"Let the blood of the sinners reach heaven, and the Mother of Midnight will judge our fate and theirs."

(End of chapter)