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As Tear Flesh and stagger out of the "Land of Creation" with the body bag on his back, the swamp serpent banished to the astral plane by the "explorer" has returned to the material world.

Its time is shorter than the thirty minutes claimed by the explorers, which fully proves that even in the group of "professional evildoers" such as the Dusk Servants, there are very unreliable guys.

And this "small mistake" was enough to make the gnolls and undead army who were left here suffer heavy damage, and they withdrew from the forbidden area when they saw that the situation was not good, but fortunately, the majesty of tearing meat was still there, so these guys did not run back to Plague Town in a smoke, but specially left a group of undead army to return to tear meat.

As much as they wished, how nice would it be to just disappear into the depths of the swamp?

With the help of the silence of the knights of Hades, the Flesh Tear crossed the battlefield that was being ravaged by the swamp serpents, and the raid zombies that followed were scattered a third of the way out in order to lure the beast to vent its anger elsewhere.

Their strategy turned out to be correct.

The beast's roar echoing through the swamp mist was filled with anger, and it was utterly enraged, meaning it had lost its composure and intelligence.

"It's hurt?"

Returning to safety, Tear Flesh looked back at the battlefield behind him, feeling both the strength of the legendary creatures and a wonderful eagerness to try.

It could hear the serpent's roar with irrepressible pain.

This shows that the "astral journey" just now caused trouble for this powerful creature, and it has begun to bleed, which is a surprise, for the pestilence warlocks once they get the blood of the creature, then no matter how powerful it is, it has a chance to be exploited.

Whether it's a vicious curse or a disintegrating poison, it's a very useful way to weaken.

"You stay here! Collect the blood of Ninki Nanka. ”

Tearing Meat immediately reprimanded his apprentices:

"I'm going to return to Plague Town to dispose of my king's remains, and I'll be back here tomorrow morning with the necessary items, this wandering swamp serpent must be killed before we can continue to search the area for the other vaults my king has left behind.

We have achieved the first step towards our goal, but we cannot go back with just the remains of the king. ”

"You found it?"

The words of tearing the flesh shocked the gnoll warlocks.

They all looked at the black body bag clutched in their arms, and they realized that the only leader of the Gnoll Clan was in it, and it was enough to shock the unruly creatures.

The life span of the gnolls is very short, compared to the humans in this world who can easily live to 140 years old, the gnolls can only live up to 60 years old, and the lifespan of begging for a living in the ghost place of the dark mountains will only be shorter.

This means that these young gnolls, like humans, grew up listening to the legend of the King of Biting Bone.

They have also regarded the Lord of the Biting Bone as a legendary figure, and now the remains of the legendary man are close at hand, which is enough to make these murderous and dangerous creatures feel the shock of the heavy history.

"We... Can we take a look at it? ”

A bold apprentice made a request, and the other apprentices nodded.

Tearing Flesh looked at them and wanted to refuse this rude request, but after thinking about it, the next thing that these guys need to be here to find the belongings that the Biting King has hidden is not good to discourage them, and the news of the return of the remains of the Biting King can also boost morale.

So it nodded, and right next to its own two-legged wyvern, Flesh Ripper opened the body bag in a reverent gesture, revealing the honor of the King of Biting Bones once again.

I have to say that by the standards of the jackals, even if the king of biting bones dies, the remains of it are still shocking.

The King of Biting Bones is huge, and even though he is a dried corpse, he is still larger than a pure-blooded gnoll like Kempot.

Moreover, it also has quite fierce claws and a slender and powerful tail, and the very regular spots on its shriveled corpse still reflect an incomparable "dignity" in the eyes of the surrounding gnolls even after a hundred years, and its fierce jaw and canine teeth that stick out of its lips indicate that it has strong combat power.

The king's remains were in a closed position, and they had become skinny but still like an angry lion, as if they could open their eyes and kill everywhere in the next moment.

This majestic posture perfectly satisfies the stereotype of the young gnoll's heart for the king of biting bones, so that they can't help but fantasize about the majesty and domineering of the mighty king when he is alive and commanding an army to kill all sides.

However, doubts were soon raised:

"Meat tearing master, why is my king only wearing a single coat? What about the 'Hunting' crown, the 'Trampling' Bone Shield, the Scepter of the 'Skull-Crusher', and the 'Soul Ripper' flail, which were given to me by the god of the hunt? ”

The apprentice, who had only one eye, asked:

"That's a legendary thing that is indispensable in all the legends of my king! It's a symbol of the strength of our gnolls, and we have to go back with those things to earn respect for the clan.

More importantly, if we find the secret of its power in my king's gift, does it mean that we can also cultivate the war warriors of the Plague Clan! The legendary hunting guards across the continent! ”

Tearing Flesh couldn't tell his apprentice the secret of the Creator, but it couldn't help it to make up a lie, and the guy rolled his eyes, and said with a lamented face:

"Our king fought the marsh serpent at the last moment, and its most loyal sons of the hunt accompanied him to the end, and it was an epic battle in which our king's arms were lost, so we must stay here to retrieve my king's belongings.

No one knows where those legendary weapons were lost, but that's your next duty. ”

Tearing Flesh coughed, thumped his waist in a weak gesture, and re-gathered the remains of the King of Biting Bones, saying:

"I'm old, and I've done enough to get my king's remains back in the mossy valley's decision-making circle, and I'm content to hold the final end of my life, but the leader of the Plague Clan is still up in the air.

I can't pick a suitable person among all of you who are very good successors, so why don't you?

Whoever can recover the legendary weapon for my king will be appointed as the next chief of the Plague Clan, and I will firmly support the recovery of weapons to inherit the king's power!

I swear to the Lord of the Hunt that I will fulfill my promise for today!

Therefore, my disciples, I hope you will hurry up, as there is only one last step left in our work in the Filthy Swamp to be over.

We can leave here forever with our precious things, the Tellant clowns will never know what we have found in the swamp, and I am too lazy to deal with their boring wars, but I am willing to give you a chance to express yourself.

Thirty days!

I'll give you a month!

Whether you find the legendary artifacts or not, I'll destroy Plague Town and evacuate. ”

The promise of tearing the flesh made the eyes of the young gnolls warlocks around them light up one by one.

Of course, they don't believe that the old immortal in front of them will keep their promises, but they don't care, after all, they have already received the promise of tearing flesh, which is equivalent to obtaining a "strong claim".

They exchanged glances with each other, ready to do what they were told to do first, to paralyze the old but still powerful old man, and then secretly accumulate strength to complete a wave of cooperation between the inside and the outside, and kill the old thing here.

If bringing the remains of the Lord of Biterners back to the Dark Mountains would be rewarded, why couldn't they be the ones receiving the reward?

However, this must be carefully planned, and it is not easy to deal with the old ones, and they must make a deferential gesture that reassures the old things before they actually act.

A few minutes later, the flesh-ripping Wyvern made its way through the thick mist of the swamp forbidden land towards Plague Town, the old gnoll in the saddle stroking the body bag in his hand, a cold determination flashing in his cloudy eyes.

It knows exactly what its disciples want to do.

However, these ambitious fools are unaware of the pact it has made with the explorers, and none of the gnolls in Plague Town will want to leave this place alive.

Now that these guys have been promised to be cannon fodder for explorers, before that guy comes to take over, he should also give full play to the good qualities of thrift and carry out the final "waste utilization".

"Find, find, find the message that my king has left to us descendants, I believe that the king of the biting bone has hidden all his plans deep in.

I believe that our king has definitely left behind a great force that is enough to subvert the continent. ”

Tearing the flesh roared in his heart:

"My king has fallen in the land of creation, and this is the divine arrangement of the Creator! It is destined that the power hidden in this swamp will be attributed to the hands of the gnolls and become the source of the rising power of our race! No one wants to take it away from the gnolls!

Whether it's the Transansians or the Dusk, you don't want to rob our people of the Vault.

Only the true heirs of the Lord of the Biting Bones are eligible for all of that!

I'm old.

But I won't just watch my people's hopes fall away, the Black Plague, sounds terrifying, but the four consecutive defeats have fully proved that the Black Plague cannot help our people rule the continent, and we must have stronger forces as a support for conquest.

Hum.

I will dedicate one last time to my race..."

It looked down at the body bag in its hand, and after a few seconds of silence, Flesh Ripper whispered:

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I thought that bringing back your bones would be enough to reunite our people, but I have seen the power of the Creator where you died, and I am aware of the message you want to pass on to us who are not yet the heirs.

Whatever you leave behind in the Land of Creation, I will bring it back to the Dark Mountains!

So, excuse me, and fight one last time for your people! ”

Tearing the flesh made a decision that was destined to be difficult and dangerous, but it did not regret it and did not hesitate.

As the Wyvern approached Plague Town, Ripper commanded the lame paws, who were idle in the tower, through a special connection between the Warlocks:

"Lame, clean up your lab! Prepare all the materials for the necromantic ritual, and I want you to complete a necromantic awakening as my assistant. ”

"Huh?"

The lame paw, who had suddenly received the command, let out a howl of astonishment, and it said:

"But you haven't done it yourself in years..."

"Shut up!"

Tearing the flesh said in a deep voice:

"This test is special, I have to complete it with my own hands to wash away the terrible guilt in my heart, you get ready now."

"No, mentor, I mean, you haven't touched it for years, I'm afraid that the skill of corpse construction has regressed a lot, if the test object is really important, then I'd better do it, lest you get dazzled and break it."

"..., you guys are honestly weird and hurtful, okay! Then you will preside, and I will be your assistant. ”

——

"What's wrong with you? Why don't you sleep in the middle of the night and run out to see the moon? Have you finally convinced yourself that you're ready to try the orthodox vampire routine? ”

Directly above the Vulture Corridor, in the ruins of the Brotherhood of Stonemasons, Murphy stood alone in the quiet of the night looking into the distance, and then heard the scarlet witch's teasing voice.

The vampire lord glanced back and saw that Triss was flapping her wings from the air with her arms fluttering and slowly falling, seeing that she was so energetic, she must have gone out for a walk and moved her body.

For an orthodox vampire like her, this is the most spiritual time of the day.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little restless tonight."

Murphy opened his hand to Tracey, who stepped forward without resistance, letting little Murphy hold her waist, and the two stood in the moonlight as if the whole world was quiet again.

"I couldn't sleep, tossing and turning over and over again, but I didn't find any hidden dangers that caught people off guard.

But my mind is reminding me that something may be about to happen or has already happened..."

Murphy said to Tracey what he was thinking tonight:

"It's rare for me to feel this way, and the last time I was so uneasy was before the fight with Kempot, perhaps because fate was reminding me to be more careful.

But I have no way of knowing the source of this unease. ”

"Vampires are supernatural creatures, and we do occasionally have this kind of 'disaster warning'."

Tracey whispered:

"Do you want me to do a divination for you?

Although prophecy spells have always been criticized for their highly uncontrollable results and varied interpretations, in some special times, divination results can indeed foretell many things.

At the very least, your doubts can be answered. ”

"Okay."

Murphy accepted the suggestion, patted Tracey gently on the buttocks, and said:

"How much more do you have than I know?"

"That's a lot."

Grand Duke Bloodvulture rolled his eyes and replied.

A psionic master like her doesn't need too many instruments and assistance to do divination, and just taking out a small crystal ball from the psionic bag is considered to have completed the preliminary preparations.

"Put your finger on it, and don't move whatever you see."

Triss reminded her that the spell caused the crystal ball to levitate in front of Murphy.

As she commanded, Murphy placed his finger on the smooth surface of the crystal ball, then closed his eyes and listened to Tracey's distinctive, dream-like hoarse chant, like a hypnotic sensation, which made Murphy quickly become drowsy.

In the power of spiritual guidance, Triss asked softly:

"Tell me, what do you see?"

"Nothing."

Murphy replied:

"There was nothing in front of me, nothing but fog, well, fog everywhere, and vague figures floating in front of my eyes, like the illusion of a giant serpent hidden in the black water, which could not be seen in the dancing stars."

"The mist, the serpent, and the stars sound like they have something to do with the astral plane."

Triss frowned and said, she chanted again, and asked:

"And now?"

"I see a man, no, a corpse, which is being infused with some power that does not belong to it, and I can hear its rage and its screams...

It's blasphemy...

Completely incomprehensible. ”

"Well, this is indeed the first time I've encountered this kind of divination, and I can't confirm where your uneasiness is coming from, so we might be able to dig a little deeper.

Come.

Relax your mind..."

After looking at Murphy's spiritual guidance in front of her, which had already entered the depths, Tracy asked softly:

"I ask you, little Murphy, have you ever been in my lab?"

"Well, I've been in."

"What do you see in there?"

"Nothing, I can't understand the intricacies of alchemy, but I have carved a poem of my thoughts and love for you at the bottom of one of the beakers.

Tracey, you've been so sad that you haven't cared about me lately..."

"Shh

Hearing the confused Murphy say this, Trisy was barely reassured, and she pouted and said:

"It's not that I don't care about you, you little fool, I just want to keep you out of danger, that's all, hey, wake up!"

She snapped her fingers to wake Murphy from her state of mental guidance, and the vampire lord woke up like a dream, he looked around suspiciously, and said:

"What did I just say?"

"Some divination information that cannot be understood."

Tracey said as usual:

"Serpents and stars and fog, and desecrated corpses, etc., are all signs that are not so obvious.

I'll need to take a moment to research it before I can give you a conclusion, but you'd better not get too close to the Astral Force lately. ”

"Okay."

Murphy sighed and said:

"Actually, you don't have to be in such a hurry, you've been too busy lately, maybe you need to take a break."

"But how can I make my sweet little darling feel worried? Isn't it my duty to solve your problems? ”

Tracey snorted and offered to kiss her.

Probably because of the guilt of being busy with other things during this time and really ignoring Murphy's feelings, she was especially active tonight, and even had a feeling of immersion

And the vampire lord suddenly blinked as he kissed his girlfriend's delicate earlobe and put his head on her shoulder.

"Well, I'm glad I kept an eye on it in advance..."

Murphy, who easily passed the test with perfect acting skills, thought so:

"Otherwise, you're going to be caught by you, a witch."

(End of chapter)