Chapter 454 453 Poor Hogg, ruling a group of cripples
Chapter 454 453. Poor Hogg, what’s the point of ruling a group of crippled bitches? - [Update 2025]
(Additional update for "Who else can rob me" brother [5/5])
"Your Excellency Tear Flesh, our outer defense line has lost six sentries in the past few days. The vampires rushing in from the west are attacking fiercely. They are also supported by the Plantagenet Kingdom's army!
We have already lost many corpse witches, and this is just the actions of the Transians on one front. According to the information sent back by Hogg, they have deployed manpower on three fronts.
They are ready to take action!"
In the Warlock Tower of Plague Town, a gloomy Plague Warlock was reporting the situation on the front to Lord Flesh Tearer. Under the cover of the dark hood, the gloomy Jackal's furry face was full of displeasure.
It looked at the flesh-tearing sorcerer who was preparing a certain alchemical solution in front of the alchemy table in the "slow motion" unique to the elderly and said nothing about the development of the situation. It said:
"We should take action and respond to the unreasonable invasion of the Transians with a fierce counterattack, instead of being passively beaten like now. This cowardly approach really brings shame to us jackals!"
"We are jackals, we have no face, that is something only humans have, and humans are our enemies. I appreciate your learning ability, my servant. But why can't you learn something good from humans?"
Amidst the clatter of bottles and cans, Shredrou continued his alchemical preparation unhurriedly.
It does not seem to take the concerns and dissatisfaction of subordinates seriously at all.
It picked up a test tube containing a purple solution and raised it in front of its eyes. Because its eyesight was not very good, it could only take a closer look. After confirming that the taste and color of the thing were correct, it tore the flesh while shaking the test tube at a specific frequency.
, while saying slowly:
"It's just some vanguards, just some soldiers, it's just the beginning of the attack, it's not even able to break through our outermost defense line, and you act as panicked as if humans have entered the Mossy Valley.
The current balance of power between the two sides, whether in terms of quality or quantity, is that we have the advantage!
I can't understand where your worries come from, just as I can't understand that you haven't realized the truly urgent mission of the Plague Clan until now.
The humans and vampires in Transia have never been our problem. When the black plague army sweeps here, the resisters will naturally get the destructive war they want to see, but we are not the initiators of the war.
We came to this swamp for a noble purpose, and we are now only one step away from obtaining it!
So, how is the armament progress of the construction tower?"
Faced with the question of Tearing Flesh, the jackal warlock who came to report lowered his head. Although the tone of Tearing Flesh was very calm, it could already feel the dissatisfaction accumulated in the heart of its increasingly moody clan leader.
It did not dare to continue to play on this matter, and answered the question along the lines of tearing flesh:
"As of early this morning, there are already three regiments of giant zombies used for the assault, totaling 1,500 people, and the number of demonic souls has also exceeded 800.
Cripple said it will take a while to finish the last batch of Hades Knights, but even not counting those who are still transforming, we currently have 87 Hades Knights who can carry out assaults in the swamp.
and the Corpse Witch responsible for containing them, and the energy-charging weapons prepared for them have also been made.
According to your previous instructions, all the warlocks in the Plague Clan are ready to release large-scale war spells. I think these are enough for us to complete the invasion and occupation of the forbidden swamp."
"Enough? Stupid! It seems you still don't have a proper understanding of the concept of 'legendary creature'."
Tear the meat and scolded:
"What we are going to deal with is a creature that can be immune to the influence of psychic powers below the third level by relying on its skin alone. Mediocre psychic weapons cannot even leave scratches on their gemstone scales, and even specially-made energy-charged weapons can't.
It takes multiple attacks to make them bleed.
And their close connection with the swamp means that once we step into their territory, there will be no escape, and no tactical arrangement can escape their perception.
We can't lock them with prophecy spells, but they can walk through the muddy water at will, and their speed will not be affected by any control spells.
The permanent magic armor on your body will not be much stronger than a piece of paper in the face of Ningji Nanka's venom.
Even the undead wearing psychic heavy armor will be melted into slag in a few minutes in the face of the corrosive poison, and they can spit out a similar rain of venom thirty times in a row before becoming exhausted.
In the face of such a creature, even a strong man of gold level must be fully prepared, and you need to pay attention to my wording and the quantifiers I use when describing them.
It’s ‘them’!
Not it.
No one knows how many giant snakes live in the forbidden swamp!
Even with the most optimistic estimates, there will be at least a nest of legendary creatures waiting for us there.
Tell me, my apprentice, how many casualties are you prepared to pay to break through the blockade of these giant snakes, and what method are you planning to use to escape the pursuit of the giant snakes after we obtain the secret treasure?
If possible, I would prefer to have a powerful clan army at our disposal, but the major clans in Mossy Valley are all short-sighted fools!
They hope to recreate the glory and power of the Bone-Gnawing King, but are unwilling to take even the slightest practical action for this.
Each warlord only wants to preserve his own power for others to consume, and regards the sacred objects in ancient legends as ridiculous rumors. They completely do not understand the power relied on by the Bone-gnawing King to set off a black disaster and overturn the world.
When humans began to arm their minions with cannons and muskets, they were still immersed in the illusion of victory brought about by their poor numerical superiority.
Rats!
A bunch of rats!"
The more he talked about tearing the meat, the more excited he became.
In the end, it turned into scolding the inaction of the Gnoll clan warlords, like an angry and helpless old angry youth of the Gnoll, while its confused apprentice could only stay there and pretend that he was very attentive.
Everyone is listening, but the apprentice doesn't care about this at all.
It is a jackal, and thinking about politics and general trends has never been its area of expertise. Compared with the stupidity of the governors and the victory or defeat of the Black Disaster, it is more interested in the power contained in the "Black Disaster" itself.
In fact, Zhanrou also knows that as he grows older, he has become increasingly unable to control the clan.
These juniors with talent and means are eager to choke to death every day while eating breakfast, or to have a heart attack while going to the toilet. They are eager to rise to the top to show their power, but they completely ignore the tearing of flesh in the past.
What a difficult search it took to obtain the path of strength for the Pestilence Clan.
However, even knowing this, tearing flesh could no longer suppress these evil thoughts.
It has reached the twilight years of its life as a jackal. The cruel time is taking away its remaining energy and cruelly not allowing it to forget its ambitions, forcing it to use more cruel methods to control its clan.
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Now, what Slirou is most worried about is whether his apprentices will be able to control the little territory and power that the Pestilence Clan has worked hard for more than thirty years to gain after he dies.
These juniors are ruthless in their methods and vicious in their thoughts, but they really lack wisdom in leadership and governance. In terms of thinking and long-term planning, these gnoll warlocks and other gnolls who have mastered psychic powers do not seem to have much ability.
big difference.
The common gnoll is starved, while its clan struggles in the maelstrom of power.
Looking at the young warlock in front of him who appeared to be respectful but actually showed no respect, the helplessness in his flesh-ripping eyes became more and more obvious.
At this moment, it felt very tired. It had been busy all its life but could not find a qualified successor who knew how to use wisdom.
These guys are not even as good as that Transian bitch!
That little gnoll named Hogg.
When Tear Flesh saw it for the first time, it knew that Hogg was definitely a cunning man among the gnolls that could only be seen in a century. It could even guess that Hogg might not have played a role in Plaguefang's death.
So incompetent and innocent, but it really appreciated Hogg's cunning and did not persuade itself to investigate further.
such a pity.
It's a pity that that bitch was not born in the Dark Mountains. The bloodline born in this ghost place of Transia destined Hogg to be unable to enter the upper echelons of the Jackal civilization in his lifetime, let alone command and raise a clan.
"get out."
Tearing the Meat waved his hands in disinterest, and scolded his apprentice:
"Go and notify Lame Claw to speed up the production of the remaining thirteen Knights of Hades. After the repairs of the hundred knights are completed, we will step into the forbidden swamp.
We must end this matter before the Transians break through the three lines of defense and approach Plague Town. We must return to the Dark Mountains with the remains of the Bone-gnawing King and its secrets, and integrate the power of the Plague Clan into the collective power of Black Calamity.
middle.
We will be back.
At that time, you can no longer suppress yourselves and spread the destructive power you control to this land that does not belong to us. But now, I need you to be careful.
I need you to make final preparations to face the legendary creature."
Its apprentice did not dare to refute and retreated obediently.
At the highest level of the warlock tower, when only Flesh Tearer was left, the old warlock meticulously completed the alchemy process in his hand, and put the seven tubes of strangely colored solution he had made into his personal psychic animal skin bag.
Then it returned to its resting place.
But it did not just sleep, but once again picked up the pearl bracelet that contacted the "source". The reason why it did not immediately lead the tribe into the swamp forbidden area was also because it was waiting for "reinforcements".
The waiting time for the psychic communication this time was very long. It took several minutes for the communication to be connected, and the voice that responded to the flesh tearing was not Master Yuan, but the voice of another man.
Sunny, cheerful and gentle in tone, it sounded like a voice that should not belong to a cultist at all.
He said:
"I'm already on my way, and I'll cross Lake Sulperth and enter the swamp tomorrow night. Are you so impatient?"
"I just wanted to make sure."
Shred meat replied with a tired voice:
"If you are the only one here, what kind of help can you provide me on the battlefield against the legendary creatures? I can understand the power of the Twilight Force, but you are just a servant."
"No one will want to hear what you say, Mr. Zhanrou."
The man opposite said unhappily:
"What's more, the key to something like power lies in the user rather than the power itself. I don't even intend to participate in your battle against those difficult giant snakes, but I did bring you what you need most.
It is impossible to eradicate the giant snakes in the filthy swamp head-on. You cannot understand the close connection between this swamp and those giant snakes. In the rumors at dusk, it was not the giant snakes who found the swamp. This swamp was born
Existing for the giant snake.
This is their home!
You need to understand the meaning of the word 'home'.
In their homeland, they are difficult to actually harm, so if you want to get the things they are guarding, you have to find other ways.
However, I know that such thinking is still too heavy for the Jackal's mind, so you don't need to ask too much. When I arrive, you will naturally know how we can help you.
However, I have to convey an order from Master Yuan to you in advance!
After I help you obtain the Bone-gnawing King's secret treasure, you must leave your clan and your army behind in the swamp.
I'll use them."
"Um?"
Zhanrou tasted the unspeakable ominousness in these words. It narrowed its eyes and asked:
"You want to use my people as consumables? What are you going to do here?"
"Well, the new owner of Transia is eager to make great achievements, and Governor Murphy is eager to spread his authority to the land outside this swamp. His activity and good luck have made him from a person who does not need attention.
A minor character grows into an unsettling factor that needs to be eradicated.
Some people in the organization seem to be unwilling to see Mr. Murphy living so well."
The man opposite snorted and said:
"Therefore, it is very appropriate to use the Filthy Swamp as a cemetery for the Governor. Since a big shot is about to be buried, we must prepare "funeral objects" for him out of etiquette that match his status.
Does this make you feel uneasy? Mr. Rirou, your concern for your apprentices and clan members should not reach the level of protecting calves, right?
After all, only a portion of your clan's power entered the foul swamp.
You have more younger clansmen waiting for your leadership in the Black Shadow Valley den near Burning Peak. If you just bury your bones in the swamp, wouldn't you ruin your clan's future hope?
Sacrificing a group of idiots who are neither good nor good enough to gain a bright future for your clan is a very good deal."
"You don't have to try to convince me, I will make a decision on my own."
Tear the Meat did not give a definite answer.
it says:
"Let's finish the task at hand first. This matter has been delayed for too long."
"Well, don't let the hawk catch the rabbit before it's too late. It's a very pragmatic way of doing things. I appreciate it very much."
The person opposite replied in a relaxed tone:
"Then let's do it. We will continue to talk in detail after I arrive at your base tomorrow night. Please be prepared. I am not a person who is willing to waste too much time on work that does not belong to me.
Let us get the secrets of the legendary creature and the Bone-Gripping King as soon as possible, and then everyone will go to the sky and go to one side..."
"I am looking forward."
Tearing the Flesh replied coldly and stopped the communication spell on the pearl bracelet.
It stood up tremblingly, walked to the edge of the Warlock Tower where it was, full of thoughts, and looked out from the small window to observe the situation in the entire Plague Town.
It saw its apprentices busy preparing for war in the town under its orders.
They were working hard back and forth one by one, but even if they were tearing flesh, they could guess the obscene words these guys were exchanging with each other without activating the listening spell. They were cursing the old immortal standing at the top of the tower, who had already
The cowardly leader who dares not face the enemy head-on again.
Rebellion is an attitude.
It is an invisible thing, and you don't even need to use your eyes to distinguish it.
The rebels have an aura that surrounds them, making those they want to resist feel clearly hostile, just like a group of cruel hungry cubs, waiting for the old leader to die and eat his flesh and blood.
"You think that strength can win everything. It's time to test your theory. My apprentices, you asked for this!"
Tear the Flesh held the soul bone staff in his hand, and he hardened his heart and made up his mind.
Since these warlocks are not the pillars it thinks can support the future of the clan after its death, it might as well just leave them all in this swamp.
I still have some time to go back to my clan and slowly select and find a suitable successor.
The Plague Clan needs a chief who is more enlightened, wiser and has a broader perspective.
It must be better, more ambitious and more cunning than itself in order to lead the clan to protect itself wisely in the era of great chaos.
Whether the fifth black plague can successfully occupy the mainland is still unknown. It is too early and too reckless to put all the clan's everything on the idiot governors of Moss Valley.
"Hogg..."
At this moment of making a difficult decision, Tear Flesh once again strangely thought of the skinny Gnoll Chief of Transia.
Although the two people are very different in strength and identity, Tear Flesh can't help but think about it. If Hogg is a dark mountain jackal with up-and-coming roots, if Hogg is born into his own clan, then what will happen to him?
Now there is no need to worry about the issue of heirs.
Hey, I wonder how that skinny guy is doing now?
Transian vampires and humans have begun to march on such a large scale in the swamp. With the pitiful power of Hogg's small clan, they may have been destroyed in the vampire's swamp war offensive, right?
Unless it surrenders to the vampire and is miraculously accepted by the vampire. However, in the context of the impending black disaster, will that cunning person really have such courage and decisive courage?
Alas, what a pity for this god-given cunning, what a pity for this wisdom that is so precious to a jackal.
