390.Chapter 388 387 Fuck! Can you at least reproduce the classics a bit better?

Chapter 388: 387. fuck! Classic replica you could at least replicate something good! What the hell is Zangel’s Poison?

Hogg was in a happy mood.

The smug gesture as it left the mage tower that was tearing up the meat could not be concealed at all, and Nash, who was following beside it, was looking at his chief with a look of adoration.

The little jackal had just thought they were dead.

But he didn’t expect that his own chief not only easily resolved the danger, but also asked for assistance and even got the promise of becoming a hunting priest from the dreadful Lord Torn Flesh.

Ah, is this the so-called “cunning power of wisdom” that the chief has been talking about all day? Now that I can see it in the flesh, it looks much better than the heavy yoke in my hand!

“You two ran off to talk to that meat-tearing madman and you’re still alive?”

The vanguard leader of the Bone Biting Clan guarding the outside of the mage tower looked in shock at Hogg and Nash who had left the tower in one piece, and the brute soldier, who was as robust and powerful as Kenport, rubbed his eyes vigorously.

It thought it had misread.

Lord Torn Flesh had recently been in a hurry because of his mission, and had already executed several unruly barbarians for various trivial matters, and in this captain’s opinion, these two crippled bitches who dared to run off to disturb Torn Flesh definitely wouldn’t have a very good ending.

The only reason why it still stayed here was to see the amusing picture of these two bold fools when they were torn apart by the warlocks and fed to those hideous otherworldly creatures, however, they actually miraculously survived!

This was a hell of a thing today!

Were all of Transylvania’s crippled pariah jackals this lucky?
“Lord Torn Flesh is a very good plague warlock, a rare wise man among the jackals, and you should maintain respect for our powerful mentor of the plague clan!
You foul-mouthed, powerless fool!”

Hogg chided with his arms crossed:

“Apologize! Apologize for calling Lord Torn Flesh ‘crazy’!”

“What a head of dog!”

Seeing Hogg shouting in such a dog-like manner made the vanguard leader angry enough to whip out his yoke and fuck him, when had he, a mighty vanguard brute from the Dark Mountains, ever been humiliated in such a way?

But in the next instant, the grim stares of several jackal warlocks from the bottom of the mage tower made the bone-biting barbarian freeze in place.

What the hell is this?

These asshole warlocks actually supported this crippled bastard’s provocation against them? This asshole from Transylvania actually hugged the flesh-tearing thighs?
Shit!
What so many jackal warriors from the lowest class in the Dark Mountain Range failed to do, this punk who’s less than his own waist height actually did?
How the hell did it do that?
“Hmph! I’ve been given a mission by Lord Torn Flesh to defend our Plague Town beyond the swamp, things that you bastards who only know how to be brave but can’t do anything about it simply can’t do!
The Lord has even personally promised to help me complete my conversion to a Hunt Priest!
Now show some respect, you big-headed, brainless fool!”

Hogg felt the support from the mage tower, which emboldened it in vain.

At this moment, it acted like a villainous lapdog, and in the midst of Nash’s shocked gaze and Murphy’s subtle laughter in its mind, it tilted its head and shouted at the brute soldier:

“Are you going to apologize or not?

It just so happens that I’m going to the Tectonic Tower to pick out an army of skeletons to bring back to the Smuggler’s Woods to use as guards, and I see I’m still missing a very capable zombie jackal barbarian.

You’d fit the bill, brother.”

“Fuck!”

The humiliated jackal barbarian soldier would have hated it by now.

But in the end, it still had some brains, it knew that the Plague Clan had gotten crazier and crazier after being dispatched to the Filth Swamp, and provoking them here was not destined to end well.

So after a few seconds of stalemate, this fierce fellow lowered its head and said in a mosquito-like voice:
“I apologize, I shouldn’t have said that about the mighty Lord Torn Flesh.”

“Huh? I didn’t hear you!”

Hogg rolled his eyes and said:
“Speak up! Didn’t you eat? You can’t even say a word for such a big man? How stupid are you?”

“You motherfucker . Don’t let me catch you!”

The Biting Bone Vanguard really had a mouthful of iron teeth, but as it watched the number of eyes watching this side of the Mage Tower grow, it knew it couldn’t drag on any longer.

All of them, the Biting Bone Vanguard, had followed Ken Potter into the Filth Swamp, and they had been able to live peacefully and even cooperate with the Plague Clan when Ken Potter was still alive, but right now, Ken Potter was dead, and their value in the eyes of the Plague Clan was decreasing drastically.

At this time, they had to be careful not to risk their heads, or else they would easily be disposed of.

The Plague Clan is the craziest handful of the Jackal tribes in the Dark Mountains, and no one knows where these warlocks, who rose to prominence only thirty years ago, learned the skill of manipulating dead creatures.

But everyone knows that the warlocks of the Plague Clan stubbornly believe that dryads and skeletons are better and more obedient than barbarians, and that their tiny clan is devoid of barbarians and hunters, and is made up entirely of plague warlocks, necromancers, and loyal walkers.

Because of this, the plague clan’s reputation in the dark mountain range is very bad, although this small clan has the first-class psychic power in the jackal civilization, however, several big clans are not willing to cooperate with them, Ken Potter is already the best puppet the plague clan can find.

“I was wrong! I shouldn’t have slandered the mighty Lord Torn Flesh!”

The jackal vanguard brute was pushed to the brink, gritting his teeth and shouting out in self-loathing, before mounting his own wailing seated wolf and running off amidst Hogg’s satisfied laughter, and making a vicious throat-slitting gesture at Hogg from afar again.

This worried Nash a little.

It whispered to Hogg and asked:

“Chief, if these guys ambush us on the way back.”

“It wouldn’t dare!”

Hogg sneered and whispered:
“We will go back with ten knuckle staffs and more than five hundred elite skeleton army, they are crazy to ambush us on the way.

If it were me, I’d bring my elites in for a surprise attack one night after we’ve let our guard down back in the Smuggler’s Woodlands.
But Nash, you know very well what dangerous ‘beasts’ roam the woodlands.”

“Gah.”

Nash caught on.

It smiled slyly too, and said to Hogg:

“Yes, yes, those man-eating ‘beasts’ will bury them for us, no, they’ll end up worse, as poor gladiators.”

“Well, that’s just it!”

Hogg nodded, taking stock of the time, it turned its head to Nash:
“You go ’round the town, I’ll go to the Tectonic Tower to pick up the army Lord Torn Flesh has given us, and we’ll meet at the town gates in two hours.

It’s not easy to come to the swamp once, we need to see more of the ‘human landscape’ here, don’t be in such a hurry to leave.”

“I understand, Chief.”

Nash understood.

This was Hogg’s way of telling it to scout the interior of the town, the better to memorize the town’s various amenities.

The two parted ways there, and Hogg made a quick trip to the Tectonic Tower to meet Lord Torn Flesh’s apprentice, Crippled Claw.

Just by listening to the name, one could tell the characteristics of this jackal warlock, its left leg seemed to have been bitten off by a wild beast, fitting that severed limb with an unorthodox mechanical paw, causing it to walk with a limp.

Murphy keenly noticed through Hogg’s eyes that the guy’s mechanical paw still had the signature smith’s mark of that bastard Sulphur Flywheel on it.

It seemed the rumors that the wild halfling lunatic warlord of Hungry Mountain had befriended and done business with certain jackal clans were true.

But that was a good thing for Murphy, who was watching the distance through the eyes of others at the moment.

If that Thicke Flywheel wasn’t resistant to trading with jackals, then that also meant that when a poor, weak and helpless, but rich and desperately in need of help vampire lord appeared in front of his eyes, odds were that he wouldn’t turn down a trade request from Murphy either.

Hogg was unaware of Murphy’s musings.

It would be continuing to focus on the warlock crippled claw in front of it.

It was a very strange fellow, no doubt, but considering that the Plague Clan was full of such strange fellows, it wasn’t worth talking about such a little abnormality in this one.

However, compared to the gloomy Torn Flesh, Crippled Claw, who had been assigned to the Tectonic Tower to make new skeleton armies and necromancers, was a bit more “cheerful”, and this guy welcomed Hogg into his “territory” with a very strange smile.

However, the front of the first floor of the tower is a row of bloodstained iron hooks, on which are hung all kinds of corpses found in the swamp and even a few jackal barbarians that have just been hung up, and the corpses are still dripping with blood, just like a cold storage room where pork is hung.

This scene let Hogg such a jackal man feel chills.

It twisted its head not to look at those hanging things, and then realized that there were many resurrected necromancers around them who were silently busy dealing with these corpses, repairing the damages on their bodies and then dropping them into different Underworld Ritual Formations according to the type of transformation to be done, so that the chilly Underworld aura could fill in and then do the 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 those idiots can mix and match the constructed wisdom from death as we please.

It’s a place of total freedom, a paradise reserved for necromancers!
I don’t understand why the rest of the clan loathes it so much”

Crippledpaw wiped the saliva dripping from the side of the wolf’s mouth and opened his paws again to yell madly:

“Anyway, welcome to my land my scrawny compatriot in Transylvania, you’ve proved your uniqueness by escaping from Lord Torn Flesh, and I’ve received my orders.

Lo and behold, I have the commanding knuckleduster you need ready for you.”

“What the hell is wrong with this guy?”

Hogg immediately sensed that the crippled claw’s ‘joy’ was somewhat incomprehensible, and that its thought circuits were far from normal.

Through its eyes, Murphy noticed this strange ‘corpse constructor’, and Tris, who was maintaining the scouting technique beside him, also sensed Murphy’s curiosity and doubt, and softly explained:

“Generally speaking, this kind of individual should have suffered a severe mental shock, causing their sanity to enter into chaos, and this guy has no way to control his insane spirit.

Take note of its scalp with suture marks!

This proves that it had been used as a test subject for dangerous experiments before, but while such a fellow would normally be disposed of, it still managed to be appointed to manage the Tectonic Tower.

This suggests that either Torn Flesh has other arrangements for it, or it proves that this guy is so talented at corpse deconstruction that Torn Flesh can’t give it up.”

“That is to say, it has value hmmm, a #2 boss with an origin and a background, not bad, not bad, after a little ‘touch up’ from you and me, my warriors will surely enjoy such a ‘sad character’. ”

Murphy narrowed his eyes, then he instructed Hogg:
“Pulling some strings with this guy might be useful later, don’t be afraid, he’s gone crazy, he won’t hurt you.”

“It’s the fact that it’s crazy that scares me.”

Hogg, who was like a puppet on strings at this moment, viciously spat out a sentence in his heart.

But still followed Lord Murphy’s instructions to follow Crippled Claw while walking towards the room where the Command Sectional Staff was placed, while getting close to it and talking to it.

However, Crippled Claw was truly mad, and occasionally howled twice without a word in front of him, leaving Hogg with no way to understand any of this guy’s thoughts.

Until it saw the ten Command Sectional Staffs that Crippled Claw had prepared for it, Hogg instantly exploded.

“That’s not the kind I want!”

It grabbed a crude knuckle staff and said viciously to the innocent-looking Crippled Claw:
“I want one of those exquisite and awesome knuckle staffs, this one around my waist, an awesome thing that can control an entire army of skeletons! Not this inferior product that struggles to control ten skeletons!

That’s not what Lord Torn Flesh promised me!

I’m going to complain about you!”

“But this is the only one I have left. If you don’t want it, it’s gone.”

The crippled claw was not afraid at all.

In fact with its poor mental state, it might not even be able to understand where Hogg’s anger stems from, as it scratches its claws on its obviously stitched head and says:
“Why are you angry when you asked for a knuckleduster and I gave it to you? Are all you Transylvanian jackals so moody?

Could it be that the body mutation has caused you to have no good control over your emotions?

Ah, I’d like to dig into your body and find out. Would you like to be my test subject? I’ll make sure you watch the whole thing while you’re awake and have fun finding out with me.

It won’t hurt!

I swear, it’ll feel like a saw sawing through your head, when really there’s only a momentary numbness as the nerves of pain are incinerated . I’m starting to miss the pain, gah gah gah.”

“That’s not what I want! Forget it, I can’t even explain it to you.”

Hogg was discouraged for a moment.

Realizing that there was absolutely no way for it to communicate with the mad warlock in front of it, it could only draw the Command Knuckle Staff at its waist and hold it up to Crippled Claw:
“This kind! I want this kind!”

“Oh, a high-level command knuckle staff, there.”

Crippled Claw came to a realization, but then wore a hesitant expression as it said:
“But that’s a supply for the attack on the Ninkinanka lair afterward, Mentor Torn Flesh won’t allow us to use it as we please, it’s an awesome thing that only Mentor can make.

I’m just in charge of managing it, I’m not qualified to hand it over to you.

But.”

“But what?”

Hearing this subtle turn of events, Hogg hurriedly pursued the question, and Crippled Paw said with some hesitation:
“I still have a research of my own that I haven’t finished yet, I need some exotic materials to make the most powerful plague brute soldiers as I imagined!
But my mentor has not been approving it making me a bit regretful.

If you can find me the materials I need”

“I will help you, now give me the knuckleduster!”

Hogg was full of promises to Crippledpaw as if he were coaxing a young pup.

The latter seemed to be convinced, and rambled and limped out of the house, returning a few minutes later with an animal skin pocket and handing it to Hogg.

Hogg took it in his hand and opened it to have a look at it with a sudden joy, ten high-level Command Sectional Staffs were placed in it, and it took out one and put it in his hand to have a look at it, it was absolutely fine.

It was satisfied.

The salivating brain-dead jackal in front of him became “cute” in its eyes.

Hogg first put the Command Staff away before asking in a long voice:
“So, what materials do you need? Let’s hear it.”

“Are you nuts, we’re near Transylvania, what’s Transylvania’s specialty I ask you?”

Crippled Claw let out an odd laugh and made a scratching motion, it moved its claws in a stiff and twisted motion and exclaimed:

“I want vampire hearts, three at least!
That way I can put those midnight-powered miracles into my brutes, which may not make the brutes bloodsucking jackals, but at the very least it will give them the power to rebirth quickly.

Yes!

I’m on the final step of my research.

I want the vampire heart!
Bring them to me! Hoggle, bring them to me!”

“Fuck!”

Hogg and Murphy cursed the lunatic at the same time.

But now that the item was in hand, Hogg didn’t care, it casually made a few perfunctory remarks and planned to leave, and that’s when Crippled Claw’s reminder came belatedly.

“Ah, I forgot to tell you, as the protector of the High Festival Staff, I prevented it from being stolen by thieves so I applied a toxin of my own making to it.

Once touched it will be poisoned, and without an antidote within seven days it will turn into a reliable and capable jackal walker”

“?”

Hogg turned back in shock.

The crippled claw behind it still had the look of a cerebellar atrophy with a missing brain stem, and both eyes weren’t even in the same focus as the guy wiped the salivation left uncontrollably with his own dirty sleeve:

“You just touched it, didn’t you? Ha, poor Hogg, you’ve been poisoned, seven days remember, seven days oh three vampire hearts.

Otherwise I’ll just have to try and replace it with your scrap Karma, you probably won’t last, no! You definitely won’t last.”

Now, Hogg finally understood why Torn Flesh had housed Crippled Claw in the Tectonic Tower where he couldn’t see the light of day.

This guy was absolutely insane .
Crazy in every sense of the word!

(End of chapter)