Chapter 260 259 Wolfsbane Death Squadron is charging for 'Huo Zheng'
Chapter 260 259. The Wolfsbane Death Squadron is charging - Additional update for "Huo Zheng is good" brother [920]
"I gave you five hundred men! Korando, I hope you don't let the blood of my warriors go to waste!"
Three days later at night, in the gnoll camp, warlord Ken Porter rode his strong giant armored hyena and said arrogantly to the leader of the Wolfsbane clan faction who was preparing to travel to the Scarlet Castle to attack:
"Although the time of separation has arrived, I have to say that it is a pleasure to work with you."
"Stop pretending!"
Korando, who was wearing black armor, didn't even bother to pretend now. He said in a sarcastic tone to the jackal warlord in front of him:
"You can't even hide the stern expression on your face, and there's no joy in our cooperation. We're basically in a state of mutual disgust. This is also a relief for me. We'll never have another relationship again.
Any relation, Ken Porter.
I just want to reiterate that if we capture the Scarlet Keep"
"Ah, I will immediately turn around with my army and head towards the Cato area."
Kenbot let out the weird and evil laugh of a jackal on the Coyote, and it said:
"I will not continue to attack the city that already belongs to you. That is the 'agreement' between us, Gaga Ga. However, the other governors of the Bone-gnawing clan may not be as easy to talk to as me, so my final suggestion to you is that you take advantage of the
I'll take this time to think about how to get closer to my clan, my 'friends'.
Soon you will know who can save you in the face of black disaster!
Ha, let’s not talk anymore. It’s night and you should set off. According to the tradition of our jackals, we should give you a bowl of Zhuangxing wine, but I guess you can’t get used to our strong wine, so I wish you all the best on your journey.
Good luck, my 'friend' under midnight."
Faced with the hypocrisy of the Gnoll Warlord, the Wolfsbane vampires didn't even bother to respond. They turned over and rode on the astral wolves they had summoned, and turned into the noisy and unsettling night.
Five hundred jackal barbarians assigned to them also followed them on hyenas.
Kenbot did not break his promise this time. He actually selected five hundred powerful barbarians and handed them over to Korando.
Such a small number of people is nothing to the huge legion under its command now, let alone some locally recruited Transian bastards. If their lives can be used to help the Wolfsbane clan attack the Scarlet Castle, let alone
It’s 500, you can give it even if it’s 5000!
This is also a good thing for Ken Porter, but Korando's bossy attitude makes Ken Porter very unhappy, so 500 people are enough. Anyway, these bastards are cannon fodder to die. I really thought that I would let him go.
Pass them?
ridiculous!
After getting the Wolfsbane Clan's defense map in the Cato area, Ken Porter was already feeling itchy.
Compared to Transia, which is barren and has little oil and water, the rich Cato region is more like a juicy steak. As long as you can lead the army to conquer there, you can not only get a large amount of military supplies, but also obtain super power from the Bone-Gripping Clan.
Huge reputation.
At that time, he can legitimately ask Moss Valley to send more elites to support him, and then look back and take down Transia in one fell swoop!
That is its real power to realize its ambitions.
As for these bastard gnolls from Transia, well, they are all small in stature and weak-willed. They are barely qualified as cannon fodder. If you want to make a career out of them, there is no need to even think about it.
From this point of view, it is really not an accident that Ken Porter can cooperate with Korando. The two guys even want similar things.
"Your Majesty, these Wolfsbane brats may not be able to capture the Scarlet Castle."
While Kenbot was thinking about these issues alone, "Lucky Man" Hogg, who had escaped death twice, came over and whispered:
"They obviously underestimated their blood vulture compatriots. Maybe they will suffer a big loss, but this is just an opportunity! If the Scarlet Fort falls into chaos due to tonight's raid, your army can"
"You were just frightened by the blood vulture vampire. Poor Hogg, your courage is as small as your size."
Ken Porter scoffs at this argument.
It glanced at Hogg.
This guy is indeed very lucky and has a good brain, so he is a man of talent. Unfortunately, he is a bitch, and half of his immortality comes from the noble bloodline of Mossy Valley.
This mixture of nobility and lowliness made Kenport even more disgusted with Hogg!
It felt that this guy was synonymous with shame, but the problem was that it couldn't break its promise in front of its compatriots. He had previously promised that Hogg would be rewarded if he came back alive.
Alas, those wolf-venomed bastards can't even do this! Isn't getting rid of this crippled bastard just a matter of sword? Why bring it back again to make people annoying?
"I know you are worried about my conquest, and I see your loyalty, but I will make the decision on these things. Go get your reward, Hogg, and pick out your former tribe. I allow you to re-
Form your clan and join the camp's elite main force."
"Thank you for your generosity, Your Majesty!"
Hogg looked very happy.
It shrunk its body and withdrew from Ken Porter's side with a wink, and returned to its Bloodclaw clan under the contemptuous gazes of other gnolls.
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 gnoll group, so most of these smart gnolls are marginalized people of various clans. Hogg brings them together so that these guys don't have to be bullied anymore.
In this way, both parties are satisfied with it.
Hogg quickly announced to his new tribe that King Kenbot valued their small clan and that the camp was moving to the central area.
This makes his tribesmen even happier.
Moving to the center 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 old 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 be exposed immediately.
This is a fatal thing.
When Kenbot looked at it before, Hogg could clearly sense the coldness and disgust in his eyes. It knew that Kenbot despised and loathed the hybrid.
As long as there is a chance, the cruel king will never spare him, but he can't tell Nash about it either. This tough guy will definitely not be able to hide it.
So Hogg said to Nash:
"You have been working hard with me recently, especially when selecting people for the new clan, you did not slack off and acted exactly as I told you. This makes me very satisfied.
I must reward you generously!
Therefore, I plan to hand over my original clan to you!"
"ah?"
Nash's 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 Bloodclaw 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 claws 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 simply cannot do this on its own in the current Jackal camp.
Well, maybe I should 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 through the night, asked his eldest son Mark a question as his cloak was flying.
They were currently heading towards the Cadman River Gulf Stream, where they wanted to sneak into the sewers of Scarlet Keep to carry out a surprise attack.
Mark Corando, who came with 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 Corando, 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.
Already.
But father, isn't this behavior a bit risky tonight?
What if this is a trap?”
"Are you doubting my investigation?"
Stander immediately retorted 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 didn't understand his stupid brother's rebuttal at all. 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 against 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 that has been placed in front of you is indeed very tempting. Even if we know that it is bait, we must bite it.
As for your sister.
Well, I do keep hiding something from you because I'm afraid that you won't be able to suppress your anger and do stupid things after hearing it.
Just a month ago, when the Gray Claw faction left Greene Island, Old Edward handed over half of our territory to a mysterious woman named 'Cecilia'.
She established her faction on our turf.
Children, we can't go back, we no longer have a home.
That bitch old Edward has given us an ultimatum with this action. Either stay in the Cato area and help him expand Wolfsbane's influence on the mainland as a pioneer, or be eaten by other factions.
All.
This might be good too.
After all, real wolves shouldn’t have homes!
Children, our enemy seems to be the blood vulture named Murphy, but in fact, we are already on the opposite side of old Edward.
He will not allow a powerful faction within the Wolfsbane clan to challenge his position.
We can either make a desperate move to break through all this, or we can only surrender honestly. I don’t know what you think?
But I wouldn't want to go back and lick old Edward's shoes!
Even dying here is much better than that fate."
"How dare he!"
Stander cursed:
"That shameless and vicious old bastard, I must make him pay the price in the future!"
"He is the patriarch, of course he dares."
Mark Korando was equally angry, but he still tried to maintain his rationality and said coldly:
"Father is right. Even if there is a trap ahead, we must rush in. The prestige of wiping out the Blood Vulture remnant can give us the reputation among our tribe that is enough to resist the oppression of old Edward.
If we can capture the prince of Nordtov Kingdom, we will have a greater say, and we can even get direct support from King Louis.
We have no other choice but to make a desperate move!"
"Don't forget why our family joined the Wolfsbane Clan, children."
Moriarty Corando Gangero squinted his eyes in the dark night and said:
"We're not here for the majesty of midnight or the glory of the bullshit vampires. We're here for the power! We're here for the future that leads to a brighter future.
But those things are never easy to get, and if you want to wear the crown, your hands must be stained with blood, either from the enemy or our own.
Kids, go for it!
Children, let us become a group of real predators tonight.
Children, there is no need to worry about our aftermath. Even if we die tonight, the bloodline of the Corando family will not be cut off. Your sisters have inherited the cunning wisdom that you have never possessed.
Their surname is also Corando.
Melia and Winnie will finally complete the unfinished business of the incompetent men in the family!
Yes, I have arranged everything for us. No matter life or death, we no longer have to worry about it, let alone any burden!
Tonight we just need to show our fangs, drink all the enemy's blood and strengthen ourselves.
That’s all.”
Korando's shouts echoed throughout the night, causing the Gray Claws who followed him on the charge to scream in excitement.
This group of thugs never hide their desire for power and brutality, and they are willing to obey Corando not only because he is the leader of the Gray Claw faction, but also because even before becoming a vampire, Moriarty Corando
The reputation of the underground godfather has spread throughout the dark world of Greene Island.
They were willing to obey such a powerful person.
They know that their loyalty will buy them a future, or a glorious ending!
The fanaticism of these wolfsbane vampires instantly made the gnoll barbarians who followed them look at each other. Listening to the fanatical howls one after another in the dark night, looking at the group of crazy vampires in front of them who were more like beasts than beasts, they looked at each other.
Look at the scarlet in their eyes that wants to choose and devour others.
All this makes the ferocious jackals couldn't help but think about a very philosophical question.
Who is this barbarian?
Korando, who was riding on the back of the giant wolf in the astral world and running wildly in the midnight, raised his head and looked at the silent vulture soaring above the dark night sky.
"boom"
A twisted and cruel smile appeared on his pale face, he raised his finger to make a gun shape, pulled the "trigger" at Ravno, who was overlooking him from high in the sky, and also added the sound.
He knew that there was a pair of eyes staring at him.
Then say hello.
Before fighting to the death, say hello to each other for the first and last time.
——
"They're coming!"
In the Blood Eagle Corridor, Murphy opened his eyes and took his sight away from Reifno.
The vampire lord stood up and whispered to the summoned subordinates in front of him:
"The Gray Claw faction has gathered more than 300 elites and 500 gnoll barbarians as the vanguard. The good news is, Andre, your fishing operation was successful.
The bad news is, it's too successful.
You caught a hungry deep-sea giant shark with your own hands. If we can't stop these wild guys, the dominance of Scarlet Castle will change hands tonight."
"Maybe we should blow up that passage?"
Dorothy, who was standing at the edge of the crowd, was participating in 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 spread out to resist their attacks on civilians at night, which is even more unrealistic. We are the new blood eagles, not the old madmen who don't take human life seriously.
Mr. 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 sewers that have been emptied, a life-and-death fight is about to begin! Members of the three clans Wolfsbane, Blood Vulture and Thorns will fight for the final victory in this dark land tonight.
Mother Night offers her sacred blood."
"You have me, kids."
Tris was holding a glass of wine and she said:
"I can destroy them all by myself!"
"A faction leader's surprise attack requires our noble clan leader to personally carry out the attack. It would be too embarrassing for this to spread. The Blood Eagle Clan is now the only one left with this face.
We can no longer afford to lose anyone.
This is the only dignity we have left, and we have to pick it up with our own hands."
Femis was holding the Ye Xiao staff, she shook her head and said:
"Leave this matter to us, Tris, just watch it."
"The Thorn Clan is honored to fight alongside our companions."
Andre held the hilt of the sword at his waist.
The scar on his face has faded a lot but has not been eliminated. I don’t know what he was thinking. Perhaps like Tris, he wanted to leave a lesson for himself that he will never forget.
"Then let's go."
Murphy took out his broken pocket watch and checked the time, and said:
"Let the blood of the Sinspawn ascend to heaven, and let the Midnight Mother decide the outcome between us and them."