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"Your Excellency, our outer defensive line has lost six sentry posts in the past few days, and the vampires who are coming in from the west are attacking fiercely, and they are also supported by the Plantagenet Kingdom army!

Our necro witches have already lost many, and this is only the actions of the Translanians on one front, and according to Hogg's message, they have men on all three fronts.

They're ready to get their hands dirty! ”

In the Warlock Tower in Plaguetown, a gloomy Plague Warlock is reporting to Lord Flesh Ripper on the battle front, and the gloomy Gnoll's furry face is full of unhappiness under the cover of the Dark Hood.

It looked at the flesh-ripping warlock who was mixing some kind of alchemical solution in front of the alchemy table in the "slow motion" characteristic of the elderly, and did not say a word about the development of the situation, and said:

"We should act and respond to the unreasonable attack of the Transans with a ferocious counterattack, instead of being beaten passively like we are now, this nest of wolves is really disgraceful to our gnolls!"

"We are gnolls, we have no face, that's something only humans have, and humans are our enemies. I appreciate your ability to learn, my servant. But why can't you learn something good from humans? ”

In the sound of the collision of bottles and cans, the torn meat continued his alchemy concoction unhurriedly.

It doesn't seem to take the concerns and grievances of its subordinates seriously at all.

It picked up a test tube containing a purple solution and held it up in front of its eyes, because its eyes were not very good, it could only look closer, and after confirming that the taste and color of this thing were correct, the torn meat shook the test tube at a specific frequency, and said slowly:

"It's just some vanguards, just some soldiers, it's just that the attack didn't even break through our outermost defenses, and you're acting as if humanity had entered the Mossy Valley.

The current balance of power between the two sides, both in terms of quality and quantity, is our advantage!

I can't understand where your worries come from, just as I can't understand that you haven't realized the true urgency of the Plague Clan until now.

Humans and vampires in Translania have never been our problem, and when the Scourge arrives, those who resist will naturally get the war of destruction they want, but we are not the initiators of the war.

We've only come to this swamp for a noble purpose, and we're only one step away from acquiring it!

So, how is the armament of the construction tower progressing? ”

In the face of the Flesh Tearing Question, the Gnoll Warlock who came to report lowered his head, although the tone of the Meat Tear was very flat, it already felt the dissatisfaction that had accumulated in the heart of its own increasingly moody patriarch.

It didn't dare to play any more in this matter, and replied along the flesh-tearing question:

"As of early this morning, there are three wings of giant zombies used for assault, with a total of 1,500, and the number of demon spirits has exceeded 800.

Cripple says it will take a little time to finish the last of the Knights of Hades, but even if we don't count the Knights of Hades, we currently have eighty-seven Knights of Hades who can carry out assaults in the swamp and the Witches in charge of containment, and the stored weapons for them have been crafted.

As you have commanded, all the Warlocks in the Plague Clan are ready to unleash the Great War Technique, and I think this will be enough for us to complete the assault and capture of the Swamp Forbidden Lands. ”

"Enough? Stupidity! It seems that you still don't have a proper understanding of the concept of 'legendary creatures'. ”

Tearing the meat scolded:

"We're dealing with a creature that is immune to psionic influences below the third ring with just its skin, and mediocre psionic weapons can't even scratch their gem scales, and even specially crafted charged weapons require multiple attacks to make them bleed.

And their close connection to the swamp makes it impossible to hide once we set foot in their territory, and no tactical arrangement can escape their perception.

We can't lock them with prophecy spells, and they can move through muddy water at will, without being affected by any control spells.

The Permanent Armor on your body is no tougher than a piece of paper in front of the venom of Ningkinanka,

Even undead in psionic heavy armor would be melted into slag in a matter of minutes in the face of the corrosive toxin, and similar venom rains could spew thirty times in a row before they became exhausted.

Even the powerhouses of the Gold Rank have to be prepared for anything in front of such creatures, and you need to be careful with my wording, the quantifiers I use to describe them.

It's 'them'!

It's not it.

No one knows how many giant snakes live in the swamp forbidden grounds!

Even the most optimistic estimates suggest that there will be at least one nest of legendary creatures waiting for us.

Tell me, my apprentice, how many casualties are you prepared to pay to break through the blockade of these serpents, and how do you plan to get rid of the serpents once we get the Vault?

I'd prefer to have a mighty clan army at our disposal if I could, but the great clans in Mossy Valley are all fools!

They want to regain the glory and power of the Lord of the Biters, but they are not willing to take even the slightest action to do so.

Each Overseer is only interested in preserving his power for others to consume, dismissing the ancient legend of the relic as a ridiculous rumor, and they have no idea what the Bone Biting King is capable of using to bring the world upside down.

As humans began to arm their minions with cannons and muskets, they were also basking in the illusion of victory brought on by the pitiful numerical superiority.

Rat!

A bunch of rats! ”

The more he talked about the meat, the more excited he became.

In the end, it turned into a scolding of the Gnoll Clan's overseers for their inaction, like an angry and helpless Gnoll old man, and its bewildered apprentice could only stay there honestly, pretending to be listening, but the apprentice didn't care about any of this.

It's a gnoll who thinks about politics and the general trend has never been his forte, and he's more interested in the power of the Scourge itself than in the stupidity of the Overseers or the victory or defeat of the Scourge.

In fact, Tear Meat also knows that as he grows older, his control over the clan has become more and more inadequate.

These talented and resourceful juniors choke to death every day while longing for their breakfast, or have a heart attack when they go to the toilet, and they are eager to show their power in the upper position, but they completely ignore how difficult it was to tear flesh back then to gain power for the Plague Clan.

However, even if he knew this, tearing flesh could no longer suppress these evil thoughts.

It has reached the twilight of its life as a gnolloin, and the cold time is robbing it of what little energy it has left and cruelly preventing it from forgetting its ambitions, forcing it to use more cruel methods to control its clan.

Now, what Tear Meat is most worried about is that after his death, will his apprentices be able to control the little territory and power that the Plague Clan has worked hard for more than 30 years to occupy?

These juniors are ruthless and vicious, but their wisdom in leading and ruling is really lacking, and in terms of thinking and long-term planning, these gnolls who have mastered psionic powers do not seem to be much different from other gnolls.

The common gnolls are trapped by hunger, while its clan struggles in a vortex of power.

Looking at the young warlock in front of him, who was respectful on the surface, but actually had no respect, the helplessness in his cloudy eyes became more and more obvious.

At this moment, it felt very tired, and it had not been able to find a qualified successor who knew how to use wisdom after a busy life.

These guys aren't even as good as that Translanthian!

The little gnolls named Hogg.

When Rip Flesh first saw it, it knew that Hogg was definitely the most cunning of a hundred years among the Gnolls, and it could even guess that Hogg might not have played a role in the death of the Plague Fangs that was not so incompetent and innocent, but it really appreciated Hogg's cunning and did not persuade himself to dig deeper.

It's a pity.

It's a pity that that scumbag was not born in the Dark Mountains, and the bloodline born in the ghost land of Transncia doomed Hogg to not be able to enter the upper echelons of the Gnoll civilization in his life, let alone command and rise a clan.

"."

Tearing the flesh waved his hand a little interestedly, and scolded his apprentice:

"Go and tell the lame paw to speed up the production of the remaining thirteen knights of Hades, and when the hundred knights are finished, we will step into the swamp forbidden land.

Before the Trancians break through the triple line of defense and get closer to Plaguetown, we return to the Dark Mountains with the remains of the Bone Lord and his vault, and merge the power of the Plague Clan into the collective of the Scourge.

We will be back.

Then you will be able to stop suppressing yourselves and spread the destructive power you have on this land that does not belong to us, but now, I need you to use your refreshment.

I need you to be final ready to take on legendary creatures. ”

Its apprentice did not dare to refute, and honestly retreated.

On the top floor of this warlock tower, when only one person was left, the old warlock meticulously completed the alchemy process in his hand, and put the seven tubes of strangely colored solution he made into his own personal psionic beast skin bag, and then returned to its resting place.

But it didn't go to sleep, but picked up the pearl bracelet that connected to the "source" again, and the reason why it didn't immediately take its people into the swamp forbidden land was also because it was waiting for "reinforcements".

This time, the psionic communication waited for a long time, and it took a few minutes for the communication to connect, and it was not Gen-sama who responded to the tearing flesh, but another man's voice.

Sunny, cheerful, and gentle tones, it sounded like a voice that didn't sound like a cultist.

He said:

"I'm already on my way, and to-morrow evening I'll cross Lake Schorppers into the swamp, are you so impatient?"

"I just want to make a final confirmation."

Tearing Meat replied in a tired voice:

"If you're the only one who comes, what kind of help can you give me on the battlefield against legendary creatures? I can understand the power of the Twilight forces, but you're only a minion. ”

"No one likes to hear you say that, Your Excellency."

The man on the other side said unhappily:

"Not to mention that strength is the key to the user, not the power itself, and I didn't even intend to be part of your fight against those difficult serpents, but I did bring you what you need most.

It is impossible to eradicate the serpents of the filthy swamp head-on, you cannot understand the close connection between the swamp and the serpents, and in the rumors of the twilight, it is not the serpents who have found the swamp, which is born for the serpents.

It's their home!

You have to understand the meaning of the word 'homeland'.

In the homeland, they are hard to really hurt, so if you want to get your hands on what they are guarding, you have to find another way.

However, I know that such thinking is still too heavy for the gnolls' minds, so you don't have to ask too much, and you'll know how we can help you when I arrive.

However, I have to relay to you an order from Gen-sama in advance!

After I help you obtain the Vault of the Lord of Biterners, you are to leave your clan and your army behind in the swamp.

I'll use them. ”

"Huh?"

Tearing Meat tasted the indescribable ominousness in this sentence, and it narrowed its eyes and asked:

"You're going to treat my people like consumables? What are you going to do here? ”

"Well, the new master of Transencia is eager to make a difference, and Governor Murphy is desperate to spread his authority beyond the swamp. His activity and good fortune have taken him from a small character who didn't need attention to an uneasy factor that needs to be eradicated.

Some people in the organization don't seem to want to see Master Murphy live so nourishingly anymore. ”

The man on the other side snorted and said:

"It is therefore fitting that the Filthy Swamp should be a burial ground for the Governor, and since a great man is about to be buried, we must prepare for him a 'burial object' worthy of his status out of etiquette.

Does this make you feel uneasy? Your Lord, your concern for your apprentices and clansmen must not have reached the point of protecting calves, right?

After all, it's only a fraction of your clan's power that enters the filthy swamp.

You have many more and younger clansmen waiting to be led by you in the Dark Shadow Valley Beast Cave near the Burning Peak, and if you bury your bones in the swamp, won't you ruin your clan's hope for the future?

Sacrificing a bunch of fools for a bright future for your clan is a bargain. ”

"You don't have to try to convince me, I'll make a decision."

Tearing the flesh did not give a definite answer.

It says:

"Let's finish the task at hand first, this has been delayed for too long."

"Well, if you don't see a rabbit, you don't scatter an eagle, and it's a very pragmatic concept of doing things, which I appreciate."

The person on the other side replied in a relaxed tone:

"So be it, we'll continue our conversation when I arrive at your base tomorrow night, and be prepared, I'm not one to waste too much time on a job that doesn't belong to me.

Let's get the Legendary Creature and the Bone King's Vault as fast as possible, and then we'll all go our separate ways..."

"I'm looking forward to it."

Tearing the flesh replied coldly, stopping the communication on the pearl bracelet.

It shuddered to its feet and walked to the edge of the Warlock Tower where it was with a stomach full of thought, looking out of its small window to see the whole of Plaguetown.

It saw its apprentices busy preparing for war in the town under its own orders.

They tore back and forth to do things, but even if they didn't need to activate the listening spell to guess the foul language that these guys were exchanging with each other, they were cursing the old immortal who stood at the top of the tower, the coward leader who no longer dared to face the enemy.

Rebelliousness is an attitude.

It's something intangible, and you don't even need to tell it with your eyes.

The Rebels have an aura of their own that makes the hostility of those they want to rebel feel unmistakable, like a group of cruel hungry cubs waiting for the old leader to breathe and then eat its flesh and blood.

"You think power can win everything, it's time to test your theories, my apprentices, you brought it on yourself!"

Tearing Flesh grabbed the Soul Bone Staff in his hand, and it hardened its heart and made up its mind.

Since these warlocks aren't the ones it thinks will support the future of the clan after its death, it might as well leave them all in the swamp.

I still have some time to return to my clan and slowly choose and find a suitable successor.

The Plague Clan needs a more enlightened, wiser, and big-picture chieftain.

It must be better, more ambitious, and more cunning than itself in order to lead the clan to survive in an era of imminent chaos.

Whether the Fifth Black Plague will succeed in taking over the continent is still unknown, and it would be too early and reckless to put everything in the clan on the foolish Overseers of Mossvale.

"Hogg..."

In this moment of difficult decision, Tear Flesh once again eerily remembered the skinny Trancian Jackal Chief.

Although the two are very different in strength and identity, Tear Meat can't help but imagine that if Hogg is a Dark Mountain Jackal with red roots, if Hogg was born in his own clan, then he doesn't have to worry so much about the problem of heirs now.

Hey, I don't know what the skinny guy is doing now?

The Vampires of Translancia and the humans have begun to march on such a large scale in the swamp, and I think that with the poor strength of Hogg's small clan, I am afraid that they have already been destroyed in the offensive of the vampire's swamp war, right?

Unless, it surrenders to the vampires and miraculously is accepted by the vampires, but in the context of the impending black disaster, will that treacherous person really have the courage and courage to make such decisions?

Alas, what a pity for this God-given cunning, what a pity for this wisdom that is precious to the gnolls.

(End of chapter)