Chapter 388 387 Fuck! You Should at Least Do a Good Job of Reproducing the Classic! What the Hell Is Zanjir's Poison?

Chapter 388 387. Fuck! You should at least remake a good classic! What the hell is Zanjir's Poison?

Hogg was in a good mood.

He couldn't hide his smugness when he left the Mage Tower of Tear Meat. Nash, who followed him, also looked at his chief with admiration.

The little gnoll thought they were dead.

But he didn't expect that his chief not only easily resolved the danger, but also asked for help from the terrible Lord Tear Meat and even got the promise of becoming a hunting priest.

Ah, is this the so-called "cunning power of wisdom" that the chief always talks about? Now it looks much more useful than the heavy flail in his hand!

"You two went to talk to the crazy Tear Meat, but you are still alive?"

The vanguard captain of the Bone Gnawing Clan guarding outside the Mage Tower looked at Hogg and Nash who left the Mage Tower in one piece in amazement. This barbarian, who was as strong and powerful as Kenport, rubbed his eyes hard.

It thought it had seen it wrong.

Lord Tear Meat had been anxious about the mission recently and had executed several unruly barbarians for various trivial matters. In the eyes of the captain, the fate of these two crippled bastards who dared to disturb Tear Meat would definitely not be good.

The reason why it stayed here was to see the interesting scene of these two daring idiots being torn into pieces by the warlocks and fed to those hideous alien creatures. However, they survived miraculously!

What happened today was really weird!

Are all the crippled bastard jackals in Transia so lucky?

"Lord Flesh Tear is a very good plague warlock, a rare wise man among the gnolls. You should respect the powerful mentor of our Plague Clan!

You are such a fool with no restraint, great strength and no brains!"

Hogg put his hands on his waist and scolded:

"Apologize! Apologize for calling Lord Flesh Tear a 'lunatic'!"

"What a dog!"

Seeing Hogg's shouting like a dog, the vanguard captain was so angry that he pulled out the flail and wanted to hit him. When has this powerful vanguard barbarian from the Dark Mountains ever been humiliated like this?

But the next moment, the cold gazes of several gnoll warlocks at the bottom of the wizard tower made the bone-biting barbarian stunned.

What the hell is this?

These bastard warlocks actually support the provocation of this crippled bastard? This bastard from Transia actually hugged the thigh of Flesh Tear?

Damn!

What so many gnoll warriors from the bottom of the Dark Mountains have not done, but this useless guy who is not even as tall as his waist has done it?

How did it do it?

"Hmph! I have been given a mission by Lord Tear Meat to defend our Plague Town outside the swamp. Those are things that you bastards who only know how to be brave and fierce but can't do anything can't do at all!

The Lord even promised to help me complete the job change of hunting priest!

You big brainless idiot, now show some respect to me!"

Hogg felt the support from the Mage Tower, which made it bolder in vain.

At this time, he acted like a lackey of a villain. In the shocked gaze of Nash and the subtle laughter of Murphy in his heart, he raised his head and shouted at the barbarian:

"Are you going to apologize or not?

It just so happens that I am going to the Construction Tower to pick the Skeleton Army to bring back to the Smuggler's Forest as a guard. I think I am still lacking a very capable zombie wolf barbarian.

You are very suitable, brother."

"Fuck!"

The humiliated wolf barbarian was extremely hateful at this time.

But it still had some brains. It knew that the Plague Clan had become more and more crazy after being exiled to the Filthy Swamp, and the fate of provoking them here was doomed to be bad.

So after a few seconds of stalemate, this fierce guy lowered his head and said in a mosquito-like voice:

"I apologize, I shouldn't have said that to the powerful Lord Flesh Tear."

"Ah? I didn't hear it clearly!"

Hogg rolled his eyes and said:

"Speak louder! Haven't you eaten? You can't even speak clearly at such a big size? How stupid are you?"

"Fuck you. Don't let me catch a chance!"

The Bone Gnawing Vanguard really bit his iron teeth to pieces, but seeing that more and more eyes were looking at this side in the Mage Tower, it knew that it couldn't drag it on any longer.

These Bone Gnawing Vanguards followed Ken Porter into the Filthy Swamp. When Ken Porter was still alive, they could live in peace and even cooperate with the Plague Clan, but now that Ken Porter is dead, their value in the eyes of the Plague Clan is rapidly decreasing.

At this time, you have to hide and not show your head, otherwise you will be easily dealt with.

The Plague Clan is the craziest group in the Gnoll Tribe of the Dark Mountains. No one knows where these warlocks who rose up only thirty years ago learned the ability to manipulate dead creatures.

But everyone knows that the warlocks of the Plague Clan stubbornly believe that mummies and skeletons are more useful and obedient than barbarians. There is no barbarian or hunter in their small clan. It is completely composed of Plague Warlocks, Necromancers and loyal zombies.

Because of this, the Plague Clan has a bad reputation in the Dark Mountains. Although this small clan has first-class psychic power in the Gnoll civilization, several large clans are unwilling to cooperate with them. Ken Porter is already the best puppet that the Plague Clan can find.

"I was wrong! I shouldn't slander the powerful Lord Flesh Tear!"

The jackal vanguard barbarian soldier was cornered, gritted his teeth and shouted in self-defeat. Then, with Hogg's satisfied laughter, he mounted his snarling warg and ran out, and then attacked Hogg from a distance. He made a vicious throat-cutting motion.

This worries Nash.

It whispered to Hogg:

"Chief, what if these guys ambush us on the way back?"

"It doesn't dare!"

Hogg sneered and whispered:

"We will go back with ten scepters and more than five hundred elite skeleton troops. They are crazy to ambush us on the road.

If it were me, I'd bring my elite for a raid one night after we've returned to Smuggler's Grove and let down our guard.

But Nash, you know very well what dangerous 'beasts' roam the woods. "

"quack."

Nash understood.

It also laughed cunningly and said to Hogg:

"Yes, yes, those 'beasts' that eat people but don't spit out bones will bury them for us. No, their fate will be even worse and they will become poor gladiators."

"Yes, it is like that!"

Hogg nodded, calculated the time, turned to Nash and said:

"You go and 'walk around' around the town. I'll go to the organization tower to collect the troops given to us by Mr. Flesh Tearer. We'll meet at the gate of the town two hours later.

After finally coming to the swamp, you should see more of the "humanistic landscape" here, and don't leave in such a hurry. "

"I understand, Chief."

Nash understood.

Hogg asked him to investigate the inside of the town. It would be best to note down the various facilities in the town.

The two separated, and Hogg quickly rushed to the Tectonic Tower to meet Lord Flesh Tearer's apprentice, Cripple.

Just by hearing the name, you can tell the characteristics of this jackal warlock. Its left leg seemed to have been bitten off by a wild beast, and a nondescript mechanical foot was installed on the severed limb, making it limp when walking.

Murphy keenly noticed through Hogg's eyes that this guy's mechanical feet still had the bastard's iconic craftsman's mark of Sulq Flywheel.

It seems that the rumor that the wild halfling lunatic warlord of Hungry Mountain is befriending and doing business with some gnoll clans is true.

But this is a good thing for Murphy, who is observing the distance through the eyes of others.

If that Su Ke Feilun doesn't resist the deal with the Jackal, it means that when a poor, weak and helpless vampire lord who is rich and in urgent need of help appears in front of him, there is a high probability that he will not refuse from Mo. Fei’s transaction request.

Hogg had no idea what Murphy was thinking.

It will continue to pay attention to the crippled warlock in front of it.

There is no doubt that this is a very strange guy, but considering that the Pestilence Clan is full of such weird guys, it is not worth mentioning that this guy has such an abnormality.

But compared to the gloomy flesh-tearer, the lame claw who was assigned to make the new skeleton army and corpse witch in the construction tower was more "cheerful". This guy welcomed Hogg into his "territory" with a very strange smile. ".

However, on the front of the first floor of the structure tower is a row of blood-stained iron hooks, hanging on them are various corpses found in the swamp, and even a few jackal barbarians who have just been hung up. The corpses are still hanging with blood. It's like a cold storage room for pork.

This scene made Jackals like Hogg feel chills on end.

It turned its head away from looking at the hanging things, and then discovered that there were many resurrected corpse witches around, silently busy processing these corpses, repairing the damage on them, and then throwing them into different Hades according to the type to be transformed. In the ritual circle, let the cold breath of Hades fill it before transformation.

“This is the ‘corpse factory’ of the Plague Clan! We will make different ‘warriors’ according to the needs of the clan. I like this swamp, where we don’t have to consider the opinions of idiots and can mix and match the structural wisdom from death.

This is a place of complete freedom, a paradise reserved for necromancers!

I don't understand why the rest of the clan hates this place so much."

The lame paw wiped the saliva dripping from the wolf's mouth, then opened his paws and yelled like crazy:

"Anyway, welcome to my territory, my thin compatriots in Transia. Your ability to escape from Master Flesh Tearer has proven your uniqueness, and I have also received the order.

Look, I have prepared the Scepter of Command for you. "

"What's going on with this guy?"

Hogg immediately felt that the lame claw's 'joy' was somewhat difficult to understand, and its thinking circuit was also far from normal people's thinking.

Through its eyes, Murphy noticed this strange "corpse constructor". Tris, who was maintaining the detection technique beside him, also sensed Murphy's curiosity and doubts, and explained softly:

"Generally speaking, such individuals should have suffered severe mental shock, which has caused their minds to enter chaos. This guy can no longer control his crazy spirit.

Pay attention to its scalp with stitch marks!

This proves that it has been used as a test subject in dangerous experiments before, but generally such a guy would be disposed of, but it can still be entrusted with managing the structure tower.

This shows that either Shredded Flesh has other plans for it, or it proves that this guy is very talented in corpse deconstruction, making Shredded Flesh unable to give up on it. "

"In other words, it is valuable. A No. 2 BOSS with a history and background, not bad. After a little 'polishing' by you and me, my warriors will definitely like such a 'tragic character'. "

Murphy narrowed his eyes, and then he instructed Hogg:

"It may come in handy in the future if you have a relationship with this guy. Don't be afraid, it's gone crazy and it won't hurt you."

"I'm afraid it's just that it's crazy."

At this time, Hogg, who was like a puppet on strings, complained harshly in his heart.

But he still followed Lord Murphy's instructions and followed the lame claw toward the room where the scepter of command was placed, talking to it in close proximity.

However, Lame Claw was really crazy. His words did not match his words and he occasionally howled twice, making it impossible for Hogg to understand any of this guy's thoughts.

When it saw the ten command scepters that Lame Claw had prepared for it, Hogg suddenly became furious.

"That's not what I want!"

It grabbed a crudely made staff and said viciously to the innocent-looking lame claw:

"What I want is that kind of exquisite and powerful scepter. This one on my waist can control an entire army of skeletons! Not this inferior product that is difficult to control ten skeletons!"

This is not the promise Lord Tear Meat made to me!

I'm going to file a complaint against you! "

"But this is all I have left here. If you don't want it, it's gone."

Lame Claw is not afraid at all.

In fact, given its poor mental state, it may not be able to understand where Hogg's anger comes from. It scratched its head with obvious stitches and said:

"You asked for the scepter, and I gave you the scepter. Why are you still angry? Do you Transian gnolls have such changeable emotions?

Could it be that you are unable to control your emotions well due to physical mutations?

Ah, I really want to dig open your body to find this answer. Do you want to be my test subject? I can guarantee that you will watch the entire process while awake and enjoy the joy of finding the answers with me.

That won't hurt!

I swear, it feels like a saw cutting through my head. In fact, it’s just a moment of numbness when the pain nerves are burned. I started to miss the pain, quack, quack, quack. "

"This is not what I want! Forget it, you and I can't explain it at all."

Hogg felt discouraged.

It found that it was completely unable to communicate with the mad warlock in front of it, so it could only take out the command staff from its waist, pick it up and say to the lame claw:

"This kind! I want this kind!"

"Oh, there is a high-level command scepter."

Lamepaw suddenly understood, but then he showed a hesitant expression and said:

"But those are materials prepared for the subsequent attack on Ningji Nanka's lair. The flesh-tearing instructor does not allow us to use it casually. It is a powerful thing that only the instructor can make.

I am only responsible for management, I am not qualified to hand it over to you.

but"

"But what?"

Hearing this subtle turn, Hogg hurriedly asked, Lame Claw said hesitantly:

"I still have some unfinished research of my own. I need some strange materials to create the most powerful plague barbarian soldier according to my imagination!

But the instructor never approved it, which made me a little regretful.

If you can find me the materials I need"

"I'll help you, now give me the scepter!"

Hogg reassured Lame Claw like he was coaxing a little cub.

The latter seemed to be convinced, and limped out of the house with a ramble. A few minutes later, he came back with an animal skin bag and handed it to Hogg.

Hogg took it in his hand and opened it and was immediately delighted. Ten high-level command scepters were placed in it. He took out one and put it in his hand to look at it. It was an absolute masterpiece.

It was extremely satisfying.

The drooling, brainless jackal in front of him also became "cute" in its eyes.

Hogg put away the command scepter first, and then asked in a long voice:

"So, what materials do you need? Tell me."

"Are you stupid? We are close to Transia. Let me ask you what is Transia's specialty?"

The lame paw made a weird laugh and made a scratching motion. It moved its claws stiffly and twisted, and yelled:

"I want vampire hearts, at least three!

In this way, I can put those miracles full of midnight power into my barbarian soldiers. This may not make the barbarian soldiers become vampire gnolls, but at least it can give them the power to regenerate quickly.

Yes!

I have reached the final step of my research.

I want the heart of a vampire!

Bring it to me! Hogg, bring them to me! "

"grass!"

Hogg and Murphy cursed crazy at the same time.

But now that the thing was in hand, Hogg didn't care anymore. He just said a few perfunctory words and planned to leave. At this time, Lame Claw's reminder came belatedly.

"Ah, I forgot to tell you that as the protector of the high-level scepter, I added a poison I made myself to prevent it from being stolen by thieves.

Once in contact, you will be poisoned. If you don't get the antidote within seven days, you will turn into a reliable and capable jackal zombie."

"?"

Hogg turned around in shock.

The lame paw behind it still looked like it had a shrunken cerebellum and a missing brainstem, and its two eyes were not even at the same focal length. This guy said while wiping the uncontrollable saliva with his dirty sleeves. :

"You have been exposed to it just now, right? Ha, poor Hogg, you have been poisoned, remember seven days, seven days, three vampire hearts.

Otherwise, I can only try to replace it with this useless piece of shit like you. You probably won’t be able to survive it, no! You will never survive it. "

Now, Hogg finally understood why Flesh Tear placed Clawless in the dark tower.

This guy is definitely a lunatic.

A lunatic in every sense of the word!