The undead of the smugglers' woodlands have been flooded.

This is not something that has happened in the last few days, since the Hogg and the Plague Clan were hooked up, this special "strategic resource" has been growing in the smuggler's woodland at a very terrifying rate.

With the arrival of the team of Plague Warlocks and Necromancers from Plague Town, the ratio of gnolls to necromancy in the area where the Bloodclaw Clan is located has reached a staggering 40:1.

That is, the necromancers don't need food and rest, otherwise the logistics of this force alone would be enough to bring Hogg and his people to a breakdown.

That's enough mouths to gnaw every piece of bark in the smuggler's woodland from head to tail.

But Rao is so, the life of the Bloodclaw Clan is not so easy during this time, the gathering of a large number of undead has made the concentration of death psionic energy in the vicinity soar, these cold dead power is a terrible oppression for the living life, intelligent life can still fight with courage, but the beasts with more keen perception are not so iron-headed, so the large number of animals in the woodland escape makes it difficult for Hogg's hunters to catch enough meat.

Thankfully, Hogg's previous deal with the Crimson Keep Hogg stockpiling a lot of food in a secret location, so that his people would not go hungry during this difficult time.

But it doesn't work like this all the time!

The menace of sitting on the back of a mountain is unacceptable to any discerning ruler, let alone a guy as smart as Hogg.

It can fully see the threat of such a thing to drag on any longer.

And it's not just that, all the commanders of the entire Bloodclaw Clan basically see this problem.

"Chief! Gotta get them out of here! ”

Nash, Hogg's most relied on aide-de-camp, said to his chief with a sad face:

"Our hunters haven't caught any fresh meat for four days in a row, and even the stupidest roe deer have fled into the vicinity of Lake Sorpers in fear of the dead, and I have sent men to fish, but we gnolls are really not good at this.

If we continue like this, we're going to starve to death. ”

"Psionics! Filth! ”

The kobold leader on the other side of Hogg, Goldfang, also stammered with a candle-embellished "extravagant bone staff":

"The breath of evil spirits is changing the spiritual energy! Our woodlands will be polluted by corrosion, and they must, must be driven away! ”

"Those damned warlocks are digging up the graveyard where we bury our people, Hogg."

The leader of the barbarians, Maltai Weak, also brandished a gnoll stick and shouted:

"They also intend to turn our best brutes into bones, which is intolerable."

"Shut up! Shut up! ”

Seeing that several of the other leaders were also eager to give some advice, Hogg suddenly shouted:

"Listen to me, you idiots, bear with it a little longer, they will leave in two days at most, and I will take them out of our precious woodland myself. Nash, did you find the route I asked you to find? ”

It looked at the adjutant.

Nash immediately unfolded a map of his own animal skins before his chieftain's eyes, pointed to several markings and crooked routes on the map with his sharp claws, and said:

"Just go through here! Chief Hogg, from here he was able to bypass the Tranian outpost on the hills, and by crossing two tributaries at night he could slip into East Pruos, and at the end of the foothold a maximum of three hourglasses to the east, the Sealand outpost would be the Sealand outpost.

There were a lot of people there, but the short marshal took all the soldiers there and sent them to Transsia, so the number of soldiers there dropped dramatically.

I sent a few hunters who were not afraid of death to check it out, and some of the gnolls who had escaped from Transencia were also entrenched in a nearby ravine.

Our hunters have contacted them, they have been beaten badly by the recruits of the Pioneer Legion, and as soon as they hear that reinforcements have arrived from the Dark Mountains, they are willing to lead the way, and they know where there are many good things nearby.

We'll just have to bring those damned warlocks over and leave it alone, and the people over there will do the rest for us.

But now the question is, didn't the Meat Ripping Chief not let us expand the war?

Its warlocks won't listen to us either. ”

"Hey, who needs them to be obedient?"

Hogg scoffed at this, and sneered:

"I'll admit that the warlocks are great, but so what? It's the first time they've come to Translasia, they don't know the way, and wherever I take them, they'll have to follow.

The most important thing is that our 'friends' will arrange everything.

Rest assured, I assure you that the 'noble' and arrogant Warlocks will eventually have the only way to go.

So, go ahead and prepare. ”

The Bloodclaw Chief looked at the map in front of him, and it whispered:

"I'll take them away tomorrow, and until I come back, keep a low profile, we're friends with the Translancians now. But those Sealand people won't be so quick to admit us, so be prepared!

If they have to use us poor native gnolls to play a role and don't dare to challenge the mighty gnolls of the Dark Mountains, give them a good look!

Let them know that the Bloodclaw Clan isn't easy to mess with. ”

——

Time flew by, and soon it was time for the Meat Ripper to carry out his orders, and in the darkness of the Smuggler's Woodland, Hogg rode his own wolf with a dozen clever hunters and brutes in front of him, and behind them were an army of three thousand gnolls and skeletons.

These skeleton armies are stronger than the previous elites.

The gnolls' necromancers blessed them with heavy bone armor and foul weapons, and most importantly, a skeleton army equipped with all men.

From infantry to archers to skeleton mages and cavalry, as well as scavenging birds flying in the air, in addition to the eight Plague Warlocks and twelve Necromancers guarded by the Skeleton Army at the core, there are also quite conspicuous "zombie giants" in the team.

Well, these guys are actually undead bone-biting brutes.

I don't know what went wrong, but at the same time that Hogg "booby-trapped" the bone-biting soldiers who had a big opinion about it, there seemed to be a "mutiny" in Plaguetown.

There were no more living Bone Bite Brutes there anyway, and the Warlocks of the Plague Clan had turned them all into stronger and more loyal Gnoll Zombies.

It's hard to say if there is an element of lame claw in desperate need of "test specimens", anyway, Hogg feels that this matter must be inseparable from himself.

It was it that ignited the hidden contradictions between the Bone Biting Barbarians and the Plague Warlocks, but it was only a trivial attempt for Hogg, who was sure to "do all the bad things" in the future.

It will lead the way very carefully.

With the formidable army behind him, he marched towards the human arsenal and barracks of the Under Mar Hills, where orders from the Meat Ripper Chieftain required them to destroy such strategic locations in order to slow down enemy activity.

The movement of the nearly 3,000 skeleton army marching at night was very, very small, almost like a "silent mode", and those cold pestilence magicians also used psionic means to apply a hidden mobile barrier to this army.

From this, you can see the degree of "martial virtue" of the gnolls of the Dark Mountains, even if it is a "small attack" in their opinion, they will use their psionic energy on the blade.

In contrast, the small fights of the local jackals are really muddy and can't hold up the wall.

Hogg couldn't help but complain in his heart, it was not for nothing that the gnolls in the dark mountains looked down on these "foreign gnolls" in their own house.

There is little similarity between the two sides at any level.

It has been getting close to Cripplepaw lately, and has heard from the mentally disturbed Cripple that some of the Gnoll Overseers in the Dark Mountains have proposed to separate the glorious Dark Mountain tribes from the Gnolls outside.

Those guys gave the out-of-town gnolls a very insulting new name.

They call the other gnolls "embarrassed" to signify the difference between the two sides.

As for what kind of animal the "embarrassment" is, Hogg is not clear for the time being, Transcia does not have such strange creatures, but it knows by thinking about it with its bald tail, it is certainly not a good word.

"It's just ahead, my lord!"

After five hours of marching, Hogg sat down on his wolf and drank water with honey, took out a map of the beast's skin, looked at it under the light of the torches, and then said very flatteringly to the warlock leader "Plague Fang" beside him:

"As long as you cross the small hill ahead, even if you officially enter the territory of the Under Armour Hills, it will be the last section of the Smuggler's Woodland. The Transian arsenal was nearby, and the Sealand camp that my cubs had found was further away, and it would take a day of marching to reach it. ”

"Hmm."

Plague nodded indifferently.

It didn't bother to say anything to Hogdor, partly because it was arrogant enough, and partly because the guy accidentally burned his own tongue while learning the plague spell.

It couldn't say anything it wanted to.

However, after continuing the march for twenty minutes, the expression of the plague suddenly changed.

The leader of the warlocks on the tall wolf raised his eerie bone staff and gave an order to stop the three thousand skeletons at the same time, a sight that made Hogg shrink his head.

The other warlocks hurried over to join the pestilence.

They realized that something was wrong, and after communicating with each other with the resonance of psionic energy, another blind warlock took the place of the plague fangs and whipped Hogg hard, and scolded:

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

"Huh?"

Hogg, who was beaten, asked sluggishly:

"What do you mean by 'Mage Tower'? My cubs told me there was a strange building there, and they thought it was an abandoned barn or a human windmill mill, and that the had no resemblance to the Flesh-Ripping Warlock's Tower! ”

"!"

The bloodclaw chieftain's egg-wrenching answer perfectly fits the "stupid ratio of doglegs" he has set up for himself, and it also makes the gnoll warlock who asked the question look desperate.

To be honest, it is very difficult to see despair in this face that has been exposed to toxins for a long time, causing facial nerve paralysis, but the truth is in front of us.

Through the detection of the scavenging birds, the gnolls have realized the seriousness of the problem.

A small mage tower stands ahead!

If there were vampire psionists stationed there, it meant that an army of their size would not be able to cross without alerting the other party anyway.

Whether there is a psychic master or not in the mage tower are two concepts, and even the well-informed pestilence warlocks dare not act rashly.

It's a small thing to be found to be unable to complete the Flesh Ripping Chieftain's orders, and the Chief's craziest corpse puppeteer, Lame Claw, never has too many test items in the Chief's command.

In a plague clan with terrifying internal competition, the best thing for a worthless guy is to become a corpse witch.

The Plague Warlocks could no longer care about reprimanding Hogg for his stupidity, they gathered together and whispered, and at last they came to an agreement, and the Warlock who had questioned him turned his head and glared at Hogg viciously with his own one-eye, and said:

"Detour! Take a detour and bypass that mage tower to attack the arsenal and barracks from the other direction!

You!

You inadequate idiot!

If you tell me again that you don't even have an alternate road, I'll pull your tongue out!" ”

"Yes! This must be there, and I have prepared two paths for Lord Meat Ripper. ”

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

"The second road is farther and more winding, but there are no sentry posts around it, but this road must first enter East Pluses from the woodlands, and then walk half a day along the border line back to the Eldermar hills, but Lord Meat-Ripper has forbidden us to extend the war.

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

"Let it say all the good and bad things, the cunning old man will not die!"

The warlock who looked at the map cursed in a low voice.

It fully proves that in the Plague Clan, Lord Tearing Meat's reputation is actually not so good, but its fist is big enough and its spirit can be fierce, which is enough to suppress all disobedience.

"Get around!"

After a few minutes, the Poison Warlocks agreed, and they returned the map to Hogg, saying:

"Going the extra mile has a better chance of winning than facing a prepared mage tower, but all this delay and danger is due to your stupid intelligence mistakes, Hogg! When we get back to Plague Town, you'll be blessed.

You wretched! ”

Hogg looked frightened and desperate on the surface, but in fact his heart was already happy.

Are you fucking thinking too far ahead, it's all at this point, and you still fantasize that you'll be able to go back to Plague Town alive?

Hey, do you guys have any misunderstanding of the way the Transrian barbarians behave?

If they can get you to go back, I'll write the name Hogg upside down!

Meanwhile, on the top floor of the "Vampire Mage Tower", Miss Femis, who had been summoned by Murphy's secret orders, was reading a magic book in her hand.

The walls of the "Mage's Tower" around her were covered with the coarse, grainy texture of freshly dried cement, and its interior was completely devoid of any decoration.

It's a rough room, and I haven't even had time to get a psionic engraving.

The tower was built on an expedited basis by the Brotherhood of Stonemasons last night, and although it was already in the planning of the Translancia Hundred Days, and it was a magical place built for Lady Femis, Countess of Under Armour, in her own domain, the problem was that it was now a "spectacle".

The psionic fluctuations it can emit are all up to Fimis's own urging spell to stimulate the reverberation, in other words, the hunters of the Bloodclaw Clan have the right results.

This thing is a "windmill"!

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

"What weird names did Murphy give me?"

At this time, Fimis, who was alone in the tower to undertake the task of "tactical intimidation", flipped through the notes in her hand, and she complained fiercely in her heart:

"What I need is a proper organization name that can attract the curiosity of the warriors, not one of these second-time self-proclaimed names.

That bastard was definitely too deeply influenced by the unobtrusive style of his warriors.

I won't call myself the 'Supreme Mage' of Kama Taj, I'm afraid that even Trisi won't dare to use this title, and if I really use it, I'll wait for the psionics from all over the mainland to take turns to kick the hall."

Hey~ That's a good name! ”

Fiemis flipped a page, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

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

"The Red Devil Pavilion is quite suitable for me, both literally and semanticly, ha, those guys can be reliable once in a while.

Well?

Did they turn around? So cautious? ”

Because of the blood and life seed in her body, the eldest lady has a little more ability than other vampires to sense the natural psionic energy of the forest.

She soon sensed a change in the situation in the smuggler's woodland, which made Feimis scoff.

In other words, he hasn't really participated in a battle since he achieved the silver rank, and he planned to move his muscles tonight but he didn't expect these jackals from the dark mountains to be so timid.

Is this a practical case of the so-called "the older the rivers and lakes, the less courageous they are" that warriors often talk about?

Thinking so, she activated the Orb of Arithmetic and said to Murphy, who was waiting for the news:

"The Jackals have set foot on the path you prepared for them"

"Say the code! Wasn't it emphasized before? ”

"What's wrong with you! There's a code to be prepared, okay, 'The eagle has returned to its nest, and the hunter can draw his bow.'" ”

Philimis replied with a pained face, and Murphy over there was satisfied, and he said:

"I'm sorry for you to stay there for another 48 hours to monitor the next move, and besides, Tracey and I got you the code name.

From now on, you will be the new customer service 'Fei Fei' in the test team."

"I hate the name, Murphy! Give me another one! ”

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

That's still called Fei Fei, besides, I hate you! Murphy! ”

"Please call me title when I work, my dear Fifi, and now, please call me Your Excellency Alpha Administrator."

(End of chapter)