Chapter 260 259 Wolf Poison Suicide Squad Is Charging. Added for the "Huo Zheng Is Good" Brother [920]

Chapter 260 259. The Wolf Poison Suicide Squad is charging - Extra chapter for brother "Huo Zheng is good" [920]

"I gave you 500 people! Korando, I hope you don't let my warriors' blood go to waste!"

Three days later, in the night of the Wolf Camp, the warlord Ken Porter rode his sturdy giant armored coyote and said arrogantly to the leader of the Wolf Poison Clan faction who was preparing to march to attack the Scarlet Castle:

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

"Don't pretend!"

Korando, who was wearing black armor, was too lazy to pretend at this time. He said to the Wolf Warlord in front of him with a sarcastic tone:

"You can't hide the expression of sending the plague god on your face. There is no pleasure in our cooperation. It is basically a state of disgust. This is also a relief for me. We will have no relationship in the future, Ken Porter.

I just want to reiterate that if we capture the Scarlet Castle"

"Ah, I will take my 's army turned back to the Cato region. "

Kenport laughed the weird and evil laughter of the jackal on the coyote seat, and said:

"I will not continue to attack the city that already belongs to you. That is the 'agreement' between us, ha ha ha, but the other warlords of the Bone Gnawing Clan may not be as easy to talk to as I am, so my final advice to you is that you should take advantage of this time to think about how to get closer to my clan, my 'friend'.

You will soon know who can save you in the face of the Black Disaster!

Ha, no more, it's night, you should set off. According to our jackal tradition, I should give you a bowl of farewell wine, but I guess you are not used to our strong liquor, so I wish you a smooth journey, my 'friend' under midnight. "

Faced with the hypocrisy of the jackal warlords, the wolf poison vampires were too lazy to even respond. They turned over and rode on the astral wolves they summoned, turning into the noisy and disturbing night.

Five hundred gnoll barbarians assigned to them also followed them on coyotes.

Kenport did not break his promise this time. He really picked five hundred powerful barbarians and gave them to Korando.

Such a small number of people is nothing to the huge army under his command, not to mention that they are just some local Transian bastards. If their lives can help the Wolf Poison Clan to raid and capture the Scarlet Castle, then let alone 500, even 5,000 can be given!

This is also a good thing for Kenport, but Korando's domineering attitude makes Kenport very unhappy, so 500 people are enough. Anyway, these bastards are cannon fodder going to die. Do you really think he will let them go?

Ridiculous!

After getting the defense map of the Wolf Poison Clan in the Cato area, Kenport is already itching to go.

Compared to the barren and unprofitable Transia, the rich Cato region is more like a juicy steak. As long as he can lead his army to break through there, he can not only get a large amount of military supplies, but also gain super huge reputation in the Bone Gnawing Clan.

By then, he can legitimately ask the Moss Valley to send more elites to support him, and then turn around and take Transia!

That is the real power to realize his ambition.

As for these Transia's inferior jackals, tsk, each of them is thin and weak-willed, barely qualified to be cannon fodder, and it is impossible to rely on them to make a career.

From this point of view, it is really not a surprise that Kenport can cooperate with Korando. What these two guys want is even similar.

"My lord, these wolfbane cubs may not be able to capture the Scarlet Castle."

Just as Kenport was thinking about these questions alone, Hogg, the "lucky guy" who had escaped death twice, came over and whispered:

"They obviously underestimated their fellow blood eagles. Perhaps they will suffer a great loss, but this is just an opportunity! If the Scarlet Castle falls into chaos because of tonight's raid, your army can..."

"You are just scared by the blood eagle vampires, poor Hogg, your courage is as small as your size."

Kenport sneered at this argument.

He glanced at Hogg.

This guy is really lucky, and his brain is useful. He is a promising talent, but unfortunately he is a low-born, and half of him is from the noble bloodline of the Moss Valley.

This mixture of nobility and lowliness makes Kenport hate Hogg even more!

He thinks this guy is synonymous with shame, but the problem is that he can't break his promise in front of his compatriots. He promised Hogg that he would reward him if he came back alive.

Alas, those wolfbane bastards can't even do this! Isn't it just a matter of a sword to get rid of this crippled bastard? Why bring it back to annoy people?

"I know you are worried about my conquest, and I see your loyalty, but I will make the decision on these matters. Go and get your reward, Hogg, and pick out your former tribesmen. I allow you to reorganize your clan and join the elite main force of the camp."

"Thank you for your generosity, my king!"

Hogg was very happy.

It shrank its body and withdrew from Kenport's side, and returned to its own Blood Claw Clan under the contemptuous gaze of other jackals.

In the two days when it ran out to "send its life", Nash completed the task it was ordered to do well. It did not blindly recruit many jackals with big appetites to fill up its numbers. On the contrary, there are currently more than 100 members of the Blood Claw clan. Jackals are very clever guys.

Wisdom is not a necessary condition for survival in the jackal group, so most of these smart jackals are marginalized people of various clans. Hogg brings them together so that these guys don't have to be bullied.

In this way, both parties are satisfied with it.

Hogg quickly announced to his new tribe that King Kenport valued their small clan and that the camp had moved to the central area.

This makes his people even happier.

Moving to the middle of the camp means more food rations and better weapons distribution, and they can have more slaves.

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

Hogg whispered something to his most trusted subordinate. Nash looked around and followed his chief quietly. The two jackals were talking in the dark.

"King Kenbot also returned my previous clan to me. There are more than two hundred people there."

Hogg said something to Nash.

The latter immediately shouted with joy and said:

"That's a good thing! Your former clan members must be more loyal to you."

“This is not a good thing”

Hogg was helpless.

It knew that if it met its former tribesmen, the identity it claimed to its current core tribesmen as the 'Grandson of Bone Grinders' would immediately be revealed.

This is a fatal thing.

When Kenbot looked at it before, the coldness and disgust in his eyes were clearly felt by Hogg. It knew that Kenbot despised and loathed its hybrid.

As long as there is a chance, the cruel king will never spare him, but he can't tell Nash about it. This tough guy will definitely not be able to hide it.

So Hogg said to Nash:

“You’ve been working hard with me recently, especially when choosing people for the new clan, you didn’t slack off and followed my instructions exactly, which makes me very satisfied.

I must reward you generously!

Therefore, I plan to hand over my original clan to you! "

"ah?"

Nash's big scarred face was full of bewildered surprise.

Even in the original clan, he was just a big-headed barbarian, but now he can become a chief. This is really unimaginable.

"Go and lead your clan."

Hogg patted it on the shoulder and said:

"Lead them however you want. Of course, you are still a member of the Blood Claw clan, and this will not change. If you lose your clan in the future, I welcome you back to our big family.

Go ahead.

Share this happiness with your tribe. "

Nash jumped on the coyote in a daze, and looked back at Hogg, who grinned and waved his paws at it. Nash was extremely grateful to his Chief Hogg at this moment.

But after it left, a fierce look appeared in Hogg's green eyes.

My former tribe is a threat!

If it wants to become the grandson of the King of Bones, those who know its origin must be killed. Only the dead jackals will really shut up.

But it can't do this on its own in the current Jackal camp.

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

——

"How many people came to the Cato area?"

Moriarty Corando, who was riding a giant astral wolf in the night, asked his eldest son Mark a question while his cloak was flying.

They were heading towards the Cadman River, through which they would sneak into the sewers of Scarlet Keep to conduct a raid.

Mark Korando, who brought people from the Cato area, also rode a giant wolf. His body was bigger than his brothers, and he looked like a muscular monster with an inverted triangle upper body.

Facing his father's inquiry, Mark Korando, who had a scar on his face, said angrily:

"300 people! They are all elite black iron warriors. The remaining people who are not very good at fighting are coming over, but they are slow. According to your instructions, I have extracted all the members of our faction in the Cato area. .

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

What if this is a trap? "

"Are you doubting my investigation?"

Stander immediately said unhappily:

"That's the information I obtained through personal investigation! There is no problem."

"I'm just telling the truth, I always feel like this is a bit weird."

Mark ignored his stupid brother's rebuttal. He only looked at his father who was convinced enough and whispered:

"You also asked my two sisters to leave Greene Island with the treasures of the tribe and the Korando family. Did you have a premonition?

Is that old good-for-nothing Old Edward going to take action on us? "

"He sent the Gray Claw faction to the forefront of the battlefield, and also said that we should participate in the Black Disaster on behalf of the Wolfsbane clan. Isn't this obvious? My sons."

Korando said coldly:

"Edward has long regarded us as a thorn in his side that threatens his control of the family. He wants to take the opportunity to get rid of us. The suppression from the patriarch is very difficult for us to bear, my children.

I also wondered if this was a trap.

But you have to admit that the blood food in front of us is indeed very tempting. Even if we know it is bait, we must bite it.

As for your sister.

Well, I have been hiding some things from you because I am afraid that you will not be able to suppress your anger and do stupid things after hearing it.

Just a month ago, when the Gray Claw faction left Green Island, Old Edward gave more than half of our territory to a mysterious woman named 'Cecilia'.

She established her faction on our territory.

Children, we can't go back. We have no home.

Old Edward, that bastard, has given us an ultimatum with this action. Either stay in the Cato area and help him expand the influence of Wolf Poison on the mainland as a pioneer, or be eaten up by other factions.

Maybe this is good.

After all, real wolf packs should not have homes!

Children, our enemy seems to be the blood eagle named Murphy, but in fact, we are already on the opposite side of Old Edward.

He will not allow a strong faction to challenge his position to emerge within the Wolf Poison Clan.

We either have to go all out to break through all this, or we can only honestly bow our heads and admit defeat. I don't know what you think?

But I will not be willing to go back and lick Old Edward's shoes!

Even dying here is much better than that end. "

"How dare he!"

Stand cursed:

"That shameless and vicious old bastard must pay the price in the future!"

"He is the patriarch, of course he dares."

Mark Korando was also angry, but he still tried to maintain his sanity, and said coldly:

"Father is right, even if there is a trap ahead, we must rush in. The reputation of destroying the remnants of the Blood Eagle Party can give us enough reputation among the tribe to fight against the oppression of Old Edward.

If we can capture the prince of the Nordtov Kingdom, we will have more say, and even get direct support from King Louis.

In addition to going all out, we have no other choice! "

"Don't forget why our family joined the Wolf Poison Clan, children. "

Moriarty Korando Gangro squinted his eyes in the dark night, and he said:

"We are not for the majesty of midnight, for the glory of the blood family, we are for power! For a future that leads to a brighter future.

But those things are never easy to get. If you want to wear the crown, your hands must be stained with blood, either from the enemy or our own.

Children, go all out!

Children, let us become a group of real predators tonight.

Children, don't worry about our afterlife. Even if we return to eternal silence tonight, the bloodline of the Korando family will not be cut off. Your sisters have inherited the cunning wisdom that you never had.

They also have the last name Korando.

Melia and Winnie will eventually complete 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 any worries, and we don't have to bear any burdens!

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

That's all. "

Korando's shouts spread throughout the night, making the Gray Claws who followed him on the charge excited and howling.

This group of thugs never concealed their desire for power and brutality, and they were willing to obey Korando not only because he was the leader of the Gray Claw faction, but also because even before becoming a vampire, the reputation of Moriarty Korando, the underground godfather, had spread throughout the dark world of Greene Island.

They were willing to obey such a powerful man.

They knew that their loyalty would buy them a future, or a glorious ending!

The fanaticism of these wolf poison vampires made the jackals who followed them look at each other, listening to the fanatical howls that rose and fell in the night. Screaming, looking at the group of crazy vampires in front of him who are more like beasts than beasts, looking at the scarlet in their eyes that want to devour people.

All this makes the ferocious jackals can't help but think about a very philosophical question

Who is the barbarian?

Riding on the back of the giant wolf of the star realm and running wildly in the midnight, Kolando looked up and looked at the silent vulture soaring above the night sky.

"Bang"

A twisted and cruel smile appeared on his pale face, and he raised his finger to make a gun shape, and pulled the "trigger" at Revno who was looking down from the sky, and he also dubbed it.

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

Then say hello.

Before you fight to the death, say hello to each other for the first and last time.

——

"They are coming! "

In the Blood Eagle Corridor, Murphy opened his eyes and withdrew his vision from Ravno.

The vampire lord stood up and whispered to his subordinates who were summoned in front of him:

"The Gray Claw faction has gathered more than 300 elites and 500 jackal barbarians as the vanguard. The good news is, Andre, your fishing operation was successful.

The bad news is that it was too successful.

You caught a hungry deep-sea shark with your own hands. If we can't stop these wild guys, the rule of Scarlet Castle will change hands tonight. "

"Maybe we should blow up that passage?"

Dorothy, who was standing by the crowd, attended this kind of meeting for the first time. She whispered:

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

"But that means we have to disperse to resist their attacks on civilians at night, which is even more unrealistic. We are the new blood eagles, not the old lunatics who don't take human lives seriously.

Lord Murphy will not allow us to exchange the lives of civilians for a victory."

Maxim said in a deep voice:

"Let them come! In the emptied sewer, a life-and-death fight is about to begin! Members of the three clans of Wolfsbane, Blood Eagle and Thorn will offer their sacred blood to the Mother of Night with the final victory on this dark land tonight. . "

"You have me, children."

Tracey held a glass of wine, she said:

"I can kill them alone!"

"The raid of a faction leader still requires our honorable patriarch to do it personally. This will be too embarrassing if it gets out. The Blood Eagle Clan now only has this face.

We can't afford to lose face.

This is our only remaining dignity, we have to pick it up with our own hands."

Femis leaned on the Night Howl Staff, she shook her head and said:

"Leave this matter to us, Trish, you just watch it."

"The Thorn Clan is honored to fight side by side with our companions."

Andre grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist.

The scar on his face faded a lot but did not disappear. I don't know what he thinks. Maybe he wants to leave himself a lesson that he will never forget, just like Trish.

"Then let's go."

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

"Let the blood of the sinners reach the ears of the heavens, and let the Midnight Mother decide the fate of us and them."