My players are so fierce

Chapter 426 425. The Jackal ferryman on the River Styx will be named Hogg from today on.

Smuggler's Glade has become overrun with undead.

This is not something that happened in the past few days. Ever since Hogg and the Plague Clan got on the line, this special "strategic resource" has been growing in the Smuggler's Wood at a very terrifying speed.

With the arrival of the teams of Plague Warlocks and Necromancers from Plague Town, the ratio of gnolls to undead in the area where the Bloodclaw clan is located has reached an astonishing 40:1.

That is to say, the undead do not need food and rest, otherwise the logistical work of this force alone would be enough to collapse Hogg and his tribe.

That's enough mouths to chew through every piece of bark in Smuggler's Grove from top to bottom.

But even so, the Bloodclaw clan's life during this period was not so easy. The gathering of a large number of undead caused the concentration of death spiritual energy in the area to soar. The cold power of the dead was a terrible oppression for the living life. Intelligent life can still fight with courage, but beasts with keener senses are not so stubborn. Therefore, the animals in the forest fled in large numbers, making it difficult for Hogg's hunters to catch enough meat.

Fortunately, the previous transaction with Scarlet Castle allowed Hogg to stockpile a large amount of food in a secret location, so that his tribe would not go hungry at this difficult time.

But it won’t work if it goes on like this!

The threat of sitting on nothing is unacceptable to any wise ruler, let alone a smart guy like Hogg.

It can completely see the threat of prolonging this matter.

And not just it, all the commanders of the entire Blood Claw clan have basically seen this problem.

"Chief! We have to get them out of here!"

Nash, Hogg's most trusted lieutenant, said to his chief with a sad face:

"Our hunters haven't hunted any fresh meat for four days in a row. Even the stupidest roe deer are afraid of the undead and have fled into the vicinity of Lake Shurpos in large numbers. I sent people to fish, but we jackals I'm really not good at this.

If this continues we will starve to death. "

"Psychic! Filthy!"

Standing on the other side of Hogg, the kobold leader Jinya was also holding a "luxury bone staff" decorated with candles, and stammered:

"The breath of evil spirits is changing spiritual energy! Our forest land will be corroded and polluted. We must, must drive them away!"

"Those damn warlocks are digging up the graves where our people are buried, Hog."

The leader of the barbarians, Martai Retarded, also waved the jackal club and shouted:

"They also plan to turn our most powerful barbarian soldiers into bones. This is intolerable."

"Shut up! Shut up, everyone!"

Seeing that several other leaders were also eager to give their opinions, Hogg suddenly shouted:

"Listen to me, you idiots, just bear with it a little longer. They will leave in two days at most, and I will personally take them out of our precious forest. Nash, have you found the route I asked you to find?"

It looked at the adjutant.

Nash immediately unfolded a roll of animal skin map he drew in front of his chief like a treasure. He pointed at several marks and crooked routes on the map with his sharp claws and said:

"Just go through here! Chief Hogg, from here you can bypass the Transanian sentry on the hills, cross the two tributaries at night and slip into East Prussia, and walk eastwards for up to three days from your footing. An hourglass of time is the Zealander's sentinel.

There were originally a lot of people there, but the short-handed marshal took away all the soldiers there and sent them to Transia, so the number of soldiers there dropped sharply.

I sent a few hunters who were not afraid of death to have a look. Some of the gnolls who had escaped from Transia were also entrenched in the nearby ravine.

Our hunters have contacted them. They were beaten badly by the new recruits of the Pioneer Legion. As soon as they heard that reinforcements were coming from the Dark Mountains, they immediately expressed their willingness to lead the way. They know where there are many good things nearby.

We just need to take those damn warlocks over there and forget about it, and our compatriots over there will do the rest for us.

But the question now is, doesn’t Chief Tear Meat not allow us to expand the war?

The warlocks under its command will not listen to us. "

"Hey, who needs them to be obedient?"

Hogg sneered at this and said sarcastically:

"I admit that those warlocks are very powerful, but so what? It's their first time coming to Transia. They don't know the way at all. Wherever I take them, they can only follow.

Most importantly, our 'friends' will take care of everything.

Don't worry, I guarantee that those 'noble' and arrogant warlocks will only have this path to take in the end.

So, go get ready. "

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

"I will take them away tomorrow. Before I come back, you guys should keep a low profile. We are friends of the Transians now. But those Sealanders will not admit us so quickly, so be prepared!

If they insist on using us poor local gnolls to show off their power and dare not challenge the powerful gnolls in the Dark Mountains, then give them some good looks!

Let them know that the Blood Claw Clan is not someone to be trifled with. "

——

Time passed by, and soon it was time to execute Chief Flesh Tearer's order. In the night of the Smuggler's Wood, Hogg rode his warg and led a dozen clever hunters and barbarians in front of him. , and behind them were three thousand jackal skeletons.

These skeleton armies are more powerful than the previous elites.

The gnoll necromancers blessed them with thick bone armor and weapons with filthy poison. The most important thing is that this is a skeleton army with complete equipment and personnel.

There are everything from infantry to archers to skeleton mages and cavalry, as well as carrion birds flying in the air as eyeliners. In addition to the eight plague warlocks and twelve necromancers guarded by the skeleton army at the core, the team There are also quite conspicuous "zombie giants".

Well, these guys are actually undead bone-gnawing barbarians.

I don’t know what went wrong, but at the same time that Hogg was “trapping” the Bone-Gripping Soldiers who had strong objections to him, a “mutiny” seemed to have occurred in Plague Town.

Anyway, there are no living bone-gnawing barbarians there now. The warlocks of the Plague Clan have turned them all into stronger and more loyal gnoll zombies.

It's hard to say whether there is a factor in this that Lame Claw is in urgent need of a "test product". Anyway, Hogg feels that this matter must have something to do with him.

It was it that personally ignited the hidden conflict between the bone-gnawing barbarians and the poison warlocks, but for Hogg, who would definitely "do all the bad things" in the future, this was just a trivial attempt.

It will lead the way very carefully.

With this powerful army behind them, they advance towards the human arsenal and military camp in the Under Armor Hills. The order from Chief Flesh Tearer requires them to destroy such strategic locations to delay enemy activities.

The skeleton army of nearly 3,000 people marched in the night with very little movement, almost like a "silent mode". Those cold poison warlocks also used psychic means to move this army invisibly. Enchantment.

From this point, we can see the degree of "martial virtue" of the gnolls in the Dark Mountains. Even if it is a "small-scale attack" in their eyes, they must use their spiritual energy on the edge.

In comparison, the petty quarrels of the local jackals are really nothing but mud.

Hogg couldn't help but complain in his heart. It was not without reason that the Dark Mountain Gnolls looked down on these "foreign Gnolls".

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

It has been getting closer to Lame Claw recently, and heard from the mentally disturbed Lame Claw that some Gnoll Overseers in the Dark Mountains have proposed to separate the glorious Dark Mountain tribe from the Gnolls outside.

Those guys gave the foreign gnolls a very insulting new name.

They want to call other jackals besides themselves "Yuren" to express the difference between the two sides.

As for what kind of animal "狋" is, Hogg still doesn't know yet. There is no such strange creature in Transia, but if he thinks about it with his bald tail, he knows that it is definitely not a good word.

"It's right in front, sir!"

After marching like this for five hours, Hogg sat on his warg and took a sip of water with honey. He took out the animal skin map and pretended to look at it under the light of a torch, and then looked very flatteringly at the warlock next to him. Leader "Plague Tooth" said:

"As long as you cross the small hills in front, you will officially enter the territory of the Under Armor Hills. That will be the last section of the Smuggler's Woodland. The Transian arsenal is nearby, and the Sealand people's that my cubs discovered The military camp is further away, and it will take another day of marching to reach it.”

"Um."

Bingya nodded indifferently.

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

It wanted to say nothing but could not say anything.

However, after continuing to march for twenty minutes, Plague Tooth's expression suddenly changed.

The warlock leader riding on a tall warg raised the ghastly bone staff in his hand and gave an order to stop the three thousand skeleton army at the same time. This scene made Hogg shrink his head.

The other warlocks rushed over to join Plague Fang.

They realized that something was wrong, and after communicating with each other through psychic resonance, another blind warlock took up the whip in place of Plague Fang and whipped Hogg hard, then scolded:

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

"ah?"

The stunned Hogg asked dully:

"What is the 'Mage Tower'? My cubs told me that there is a strange building there. They think it looks like an abandoned barn or a human windmill. That ghost thing and Lord Flesh Tearer's Warlock Tower There is no similarity at all!”

"grass!"

Chief Bloodclaw's annoying answer perfectly fits the "badass and stupid" persona he has established 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 on this face whose facial nerves have been paralyzed due to long-term exposure to toxins, but the facts are before us.

Through the detection of carrion birds, the gnoll warlocks have realized the seriousness of the problem.

A small mage tower is standing in front!

If there are vampire psionicists stationed there, it means that an army of their size cannot get across without alerting the other party.

Whether there are psionic masters in the mage tower or not are two different concepts. Now even the well-informed plague warlocks dare not act rashly.

Being found out was a small matter but not being able to fulfill Chief Flesh Tearer's orders was a big deal. Lame Claw, the craziest corpse puppeteer under Chief's command, could never have too many test subjects there.

In the Pestilence Clan, where internal competition is fierce to a terrifying degree, the best fate for a worthless guy is to become a corpse witch.

The plague warlocks no longer bothered to scold Hogg for his stupidity. They gathered together and whispered, and finally reached an agreement. The warlock who had asked the question before turned his head and glared at Hogg fiercely with his one eye. It said :

"Detour! Detour immediately, bypass the mage tower and attack the arsenal and military camp from another direction!

you!

You incompetent fool!

If you tell me again that you don't even have a backup road reserved, I will definitely pull out your tongue! "

"Yes! There must be this. I have prepared two paths for Master Tear Meat."

Hogg handed over the animal skin map in his hand with a fearful look on his face, and he whispered:

"The second road is farther and more circuitous, but there are no sentries around it. However, this road must first enter East Prussia from the forest, and then walk along the border for half a day and go back to the Anderma Hills. But Master Tear Meat We are expressly prohibited from expanding the war.

It does not allow us to set foot on the soil of East Prussia. "

"Let him say all the good and bad things, you cunning old immortal!"

The warlock looking at the map cursed under his breath.

It fully proves that in the Pestilence Clan, Master Flesh Tearer's reputation is actually not that good, but his fists are big enough and his spirit is ferocious, which is enough to suppress any dissatisfaction.

"Go around!"

After a few minutes, the Plague Warlocks reached an agreement. They threw the map back to Hogg and said:

"Walking a little further is more likely to win than facing a well-prepared mage tower, but all this delay and danger are caused by your stupid intelligence mistakes, Hogg! When we return to Plague Town, you will May you be blessed.

You poor thing! "

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

Are you fucking thinking too far? At this point, you still imagine that you can return to Plague Town alive?

Hey, do you guys have any misunderstandings about the behavior of Transian barbarians?

If they can let you go back in one piece, just write my name Hogg backwards!

At the same time, on the top floor of the "Vampire Mage Tower", Miss Femis, who had been transferred by Murphy's secret order, was holding a grimoire and reading it.

The walls of the "Mage Tower" around her are covered with the unique rough graininess of freshly dried cement, and its interior is completely devoid of any decoration.

This is just a rough house, and I haven't even had time to get the psychic seal on it.

This tower was hurriedly built by the workers of the Brotherhood of Stonemasons just last night, although it was already in the plan of the Hundred Days of Construction in Transia, and it was specially built for Ms. Femis, Countess of Under Armor. A magical place built in your own territory, but the problem is that this thing is just a "fake" now.

The psychic fluctuations it emits are all caused by Femis's own spells to stimulate the reverberation. In other words, the detection results of the hunters of the Blood Claw Clan are correct.

This thing is a "windmill"!

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

"Murphy gave me all these weird names."

At this time, Femis, who was responsible for the "tactical intimidation" task alone in the tower, flipped through the notes in her hand and complained fiercely in her heart:

"What I need is a serious organization name that can attract the curiosity of the warriors, not one of these second-rate names.

That bastard was definitely deeply affected by his warriors' undisciplined style.

I won’t call myself Karma Taj’s ‘Supreme Mage’. I’m afraid even Tris wouldn’t dare to use this title. If I really use it, I’ll just wait for psionic masters from all over the mainland to come and kick me.

Hey, this is a good name! "

Femis turned over a page, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

She flapped her wings and flew up by the window. While mobilizing her detection skills to observe the changes at the border of the Smuggler's Woodland in the distance, she thought in her heart:

"The Scarlet Devil Mansion, tsk tsk, it suits me quite well both literally and semantically. Ha, those guys can indeed be reliable once in a while.

Um?

Did they turn around? So cautious? "

Because of the blood and life seeds in her body, the eldest lady has one more ability than other vampires to sense the natural spiritual energy of the forest.

She quickly sensed a change in the situation in Smuggler's Wood, which made Femis scoff.

Speaking of which, I haven't really participated in a battle since I achieved the Silver rank. I planned to stretch my muscles tonight, but I didn't expect that the gnolls from these dark mountains would be so timid.

Is this a real case of the so-called "the older you get, the less courageous you become" that warriors often talk about?

With this thought in mind, she activated the calculation orb and said to Murphy who was waiting for news:

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

"Tell me the secret code! Didn't you emphasize that before?"

"What's wrong with you! You have to prepare a code-breaking signal for such a small thing, okay, okay, 'The eagle has returned to its nest, and the hunter can draw his bow.'"

Femis replied with a pained face, and Murphy over there was satisfied. He said:

"Please stay there for 48 hours to monitor the next actions. In addition, Tris and I have given you a code name.

From now on, you are the new member of the test team, customer service ‘Feifei’.”

"I hate that name, Murphy! Give me another one!"

"Okay, you can call yourself 'Mayfair'."

". Then let's call it Feifei. Besides, I hate you! Murphy!"

"Please use your title when working, my dear Feifei. Now, please call me Mr. Alpha Administrator."