442.Chapter 440: 439 Treasure Hunters Tearing Flesh’s Ominous Premonition for “Jade

Chapter 440 439. Treasure Hunter Torn Flesh’s Ominous Premonition – For Brother “Yu Xiaohe” [625

“Lord Torn Flesh, His Excellency Plague Tooth died a horrible death! Those damn Transylvanian knights not only killed it, but also hung its head as a trophy above their camp to deter the local jackals who are still rebelling against the human tyranny.

It was only with my life that I escaped and came to give you the news!
Those humans deserve to die!
Quickly send your army to exterminate them.”

In the plague town of the filthy swamp, Hogg, wearing a tattered and torn leather armor with a “battle-damaged style”, was lying down in front of a furious Flesh Tearing Warlock. The skinny jackal chief’s face was swollen and bruised, with unhealed wounds on his body, his bloodstained armor hanging on his body in tatters, and even his mouth and neck had swollen wounds, making his whole body shake in pain with every word he spoke.

Although there was definitely an element of exaggeration in this, Torn Flesh could feel the fear welling up in this guy’s heart as he reported the results of the battle to himself.

It was an emotion that couldn’t be faked, enough to prove that everything that had happened on the Transylvanian border earlier wasn’t a fabrication.

The people it had sent out to attack the Transylvanian arsenal and barracks had indeed met an untimely end.

“How the hell did you lead the way!”

Torn Flesh would be angry and helpless in its heart as it cursed:
“Didn’t I tell you not to cross the Transylvania border to provoke the Golden Sparrow Kingdom’s army? Why are you walking around to the side of Marlow Town? You should be following the smuggler’s woodland all the way north!
Say!
Is it possible that you’re involved in this?”

“Injustice, my lord! I’m innocent.”

Hogg screamed and buried his head down, revealing a wince and a wimp.

It trembled and told all the causes and consequences, but Torn Flesh didn’t immediately respond or believe, but waited in place with a grim aura.

Hogg did not return alone.

According to its own words, it also consumed all of its own guards on the battlefield to save a plague warlock, that unlucky person who was cut off an arm and a leg by the student party is now in the lower level of the plague tower to receive “treatment”.

Several minutes later, a bloodied jackal warlock who had just finished his “operation” walked quickly and whispered in Torn Flesh’s ear:

“Asked the buck claw, it described the whole process, and this crippled bitch said the same thing, originally they strictly follow your instructions through the smuggler’s woodland, but encountered the vampire’s mage tower.

These Bloodclaw’s fools didn’t recognize the vampire kind of mage towers, but Plague Tooth, knowing the power, actively chose to take the path, very much in line with its cautious character, and as a result of this overly prudent choice they unfortunately encountered a patrol from the Kingdom of Canary Blossom.

After the battle started it turned into a lousy war.

Plague Tooth finally released the Underworld Spell, the dead near Marlowe Town will continue to be awakened until all the dead have been wiped out before stopping, based on the number of people who died in that neighborhood during the 10-year war, their trip was not a fruitless one.

That constantly running ritual will draw the energies of the Pathfinder Legion, and if the Goldfinchers can’t eradicate the effects in two months, where the Black Plague hordes arrive will once again be our source of soldiers!”

“This is a bullshit victory! Not only did it fail to achieve its original purpose it also attracted more attention to us! It does favor the Black Plague, but it’s a threat to us! This is stupidity! Plague Tooth deserves to die!

Good death!”

Torn Flesh, who had learned the truth, was furious.

The situation at hand was something it couldn’t stand, they had their own mission to fulfill in Plague Town, and now not only did they fail to repel the nearby Transylvanians, but instead, they made the Silans notice them as well.

This was the worst situation for the Plague Clan.

However, with things having come to this, there was no way for it to demand more.

While it was true that it could have gotten Hogg killed here to take its revenge, to a cunning warlock like Torn Flesh, every piece of rotten meat had a use, not to mention Hogg, who was resourceful enough and unlucky enough.

He waved his paw, telling the jackal warlock in charge of saving Buckclaw to send the half-dead guy to the Tectonic Tower for Crippleclaw’s “wasteful use”, and then stared at Hogg with a cold, sharp look in his eyes.

Chief Bloodclaw was so frightened that he shrank into a ball on the ground.

Hogg’s size was already much smaller than a normal jackal, let alone compared to the more robust Dark Mountain jackals, and his unattractive appearance made Torn Flesh quickly lose interest in him.

The jackal warlock grunted and snapped:
“You have made a mistake, Hogg, and I should have punished you severely, but now that the Clan is in need of men, I will give you a chance to redeem yourself! Return to your clan at once, and take your people with you to attack the Transylvanians who are building defenses beyond the swamp and preparing to step into it.

I don’t need you to do any killing or wounding to them, and you won’t be able to do that by hanging you out to dry.

I just need you to stop them, to slow them down until the Plague Clan’s mission in the Tainted Swamp is complete.

It won’t be long now.”

“Huh?”

Hogg froze at the command to send them to their deaths.

It trembled its mouth as if it was in a strong mental struggle, and after several seconds, Hogg lamented.

It said:

“I know, my lord, and I will throw all of my elite clansmen out to buy you time, but I wish . I mean, if I lose my clan in this operation, can I join you in your plague clan?”

“Hmph, not that you wouldn’t be able to consider it if you behave yourself.”

Torn Flesh said in a casual tone:

“Now get lost and go do your work, and if you mess things up again see if I don’t want your head! Let your rotting body become a member of the Skeleton Army and continue to serve the great cause of the Jackals.”

Hogg shivered a few times again at the shock, then limped away from the flesh-tearing territory with a submissive look on his face.

Seeing this crippled pariah leave, a hint of cruelty flickered on Torn Meat’s shadowy and obscure face, if it had followed its previous temperament, a guy like Hogg, who was not good enough to accomplish anything, would definitely have to be thrown into the pit of undead and made into a walking corpse, as a warning to other people of what would happen to them if they messed things up.

However, at this moment, there was a very complicated emotion surging in Torn Flesh’s heart.

It couldn’t tell where this unexplained worry originated from, but as a silver-ranked psychic energy user, the part of its power that belonged to the mysteries seemed to be warning it.

Danger was coming, and it was right beside it.

Torn Flesh decided to perform a divination.

However, the result of this divination was no different from the many times before, the scattered lines on the shell signaled that its upcoming treasure hunt would not go smoothly, and it would even be in danger of losing its life.

In the past, this kind of extremely dangerous thing Torn Meat would definitely not do, but now there is no time left for it to continue to hesitate.

Their clan was sent to the filthy swamp to look for the secret treasure of the king of the bone biting, but the chiefs of several big clans in the dark mountain range made the decision together, which represented both banishment and a “test” for the Plague Clan.

If Torn Flesh can successfully bring back the lost secret treasure of the Bite Bone King, then its clan can be among the “upper class” of the Dark Mountain Range.

If it fails to do so, then even if the Plague Clan escapes back to the Dark Mountain Range, it will be swallowed up by other big clans.

The social system of the jackals is not so warm and tender, once a clan reveals that it is weak and has no backer, then it will mean the end of the disaster, and Torn Flesh, who has lived and grown up in the Dark Mountain Range since childhood, understands this the most.

It pondered for a long time in its own territory, and only then tremblingly picked up a string of pearl bracelets from a hidden place that would definitely look very familiar when Murphy saw it.

It activated the communication spell on it, and after waiting patiently for a long time, the communication was activated.

Torn Flesh spoke to the other side with a hint of awe:
“Lord Gen, we are about to begin our exploration of the Ninkinanka territory, and we are certain that the King of Biting Bones’ lost secret treasure is in one of the caves there, but we need help from you. You have promised that you will help us at a critical time.”

“Of course, I remember every word I said, and every promise I made will eventually come true.”

The voice of the woman Tris had talked to at a distance earlier rang out from the comm, her tone timbre not much different than before, but Torn Flesh felt a keen hint of weakness in the mysterious fellow’s words.

She was injured?

This is really rare .
Torn Flesh thought in his mind, but on the surface there was nothing unusual.

“I will send a competent subordinate to your side and assist you in finding the symbol of civilization of the Jackals, which you can take with you to return to the Dark Mountains and successfully become one of the leaders of this Black Plague.

But Torn Flesh, this help is not free.

If you get what you want, you will have to help me get what I want as well . Heck, just wait, the people I sent will contact you.”

After saying that, the mysterious “source” hung up the communication very decisively, but Torn Flesh, who had gotten the promised help, was not very happy.

It knew that this was a quagmire in front of it.

Every time he sought power from it, he would fall into it. Unfortunately, the Plague Clan had developed to the point where it could no longer separate itself from this organization.

It also knew that it wasn’t just the Plague Clan.

Almost all of the major jackal clans currently in the Dark Mountain Range were inextricably linked to this organization, except for the Bite Bone Clan, which prided itself on being the orthodox King of Jackals.

What was disturbing was not Dusk’s strenuous assistance, but their lack of desire for anything in return.

It proved that it was not conquest or power that these madmen craved, that they took far more pleasure in the very matter of destruction than the fruits they would reap from it.

Such a mindset and mentality belonged to a rather bombastic extremist faction, even in the society of the Jackals.

Alas.

Torn Flesh hid that pearl necklace and leaned on the staff of mourning himself to the window of the tower.

It looked out into the depths of the foul swamp with a grim gaze, knowing that whether it struggled or rose, there was little time left for itself and its clan.

The stuff of legends.

If it had the choice, it would never have consumed the elite clan it had spent a lifetime accumulating on such a creature, it would have been foolish. However, having made a pact with power and set out on this path of no return, fueled by ambition, it had gone too far and fate no longer allowed it to turn back.
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“Crippledpaw buddy, I’ve come to say goodbye to you, or perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it goodbye forever.”

A despondent Hogg left the Plague Tower, skulked his way to the Tectonic Tower and found the madman Crippled Claw, who was “busy” there.

The latter was wearing a butcher’s leather apron and using a rusty bone-splitting knife to deal with the unlucky warlock that Hogg had saved from the battlefield.

Buck Claw was lying forlornly on the butcher’s table.

It had been brought back by Hogg badly wounded but still alive, unfortunately the creature had lost the luster of the creature in its eyes by now.

It was dead.

Not at the hands of its enemies, but at the hands of one of its own after coming back from the dead.

No wonder on the way back, Buck Claw was pleading with Hogg to leave it anywhere to die or simply patch it up, so this guy already knew what would happen to him if he was brought back to Plague Town.

Precisely because it served evil, it knew better than anyone else how evil evil it really was.

“Huh?”

Hearing Hogg’s funereal voice, Crippled Claw, which was fully engaged in its work, twisted its head in a bizarre 180° to stare back at Hogg.

It was still the same two eyeballs that couldn’t focus together, the same mouth that drooled, and the same crazy posture, but after many “deals”, Crippled Claw’s attitude towards Hogg had become a lot more “gentle”.

Perhaps in its eyes, Hogg is a good helper, always able to help it find all sorts of good things that it desperately needs but can not get.

For example, the vampire’s heart that was soaked in voodoo, causing strange swelling and still emitting red and green shimmering light, is now being put into the body of Buck Claw by Crippled Claw.

“Why are you saying goodbye forever? Are you going to die? Hogg, you’re a good friend, I’ll be sad if you die like this, do you want me to plant the necromancer’s seed for you in advance?”

Crippled Claw, whose body was covered in stitches, said in a slurred voice:

“That way if you die you won’t really hang up, you’ll be resurrected by the power of death into an eternal necromancer, and I’ll keep you by my side as an assistant.

Your constant depression about your short stature being unappreciated can also be ameliorated.

If you want, I can take your brain off and put it in a bear goblin’s brain, so you can have the power you’ve been asking for.

Don’t worry, it won’t hurt a bit!

It does!

None of the guys I’ve operated on before would cry out in pain, so it sure doesn’t hurt.”

“Forget it, I don’t want to experience that overly thrilling rescue process.”

Hogg bristled.

It rolled its eyes and pleaded:

“Lord Torn Flesh sent me to attack those vicious Transians, and it told me to make it right, but I know I’m dead on this one, so can I get what will likely be the last batch of aid I can get from here?

I mean, I’d like to spend the favors I’ve deposited with you here in exchange for the things that will get my people off the hook, or at least allow these wretches to serve the Plague Clan one last time before they die.”

“Ha, don’t be so pessimistic.”

Crippleclaw looked like he really did value Hogg.

Seeing how desperate Hogg was it paused the corpse construction in progress, and while removing its bloodstained gloves, it beckoned to Hogg and led it into its trash-heap-like messy living room, rummaging through a bunch of strange contraptions again.

After several minutes, Crippledpaw pulled a dirty bag from the bottom of the clutter and tossed it to Hogg.

Chief Bloodclaw took it in his hand and looked at it, noticing that it contained a dozen bottles and jars filled with oddly colored liquids.

It looked suspiciously at Crippled Claw, who explained to it:

“This is a potion I found from the Psionic Grimoire of Torn Flesh, and I don’t know if I formulated it correctly, but I once fed it to my dying Seatwolf, and that ferocious beast acted as if it had been infused with substantial rage, biting several Goatman Squire’s in a single gulp before actually dying.

So I have a feeling it must be useful.

If your cowardly men can’t fight for the glory of the Jackals on the battlefield, then give them this stuff, not more than one, just one sip a person.

They will surely die when they drink it, but this stuff will ensure that their journey to death becomes quite “exciting”.”

“That powerful?”

Hogg stared wide-eyed at the dirty bag in his hand and the oddly-colored vials in it, which he accepted with a frown and a smile, adding to Crippledpaw on his way out:

“That. Can I have the formula? If I survive, I might be able to restart my career in the Dark Mountain Range by selling this stuff.”

“Ow, the recipe, let me think.”

Crippled Claw scratched its Frankenstein-like stitched scalp vigorously, then finally grunted and rummaged through the pile of clutter, and when he couldn’t find it he stomped his foot, tore open a piece of animal skin and scribbled on it, and finally handed it to Hogg.

The mad constructor patted his chest and assured him:
“It is absolutely correct! It’s possible that I got a few of the steps wrong, and I can’t remember the dosage of the core ingredients, but I can guarantee that you’ll be able to make pretty much the same thing with the stuff.

Ah, my awesome searcher Hogg, I sincerely hope you survive this death-dealing battle so we can continue our delightful dealings.

I mean, I have many, many more ‘ideas’ yet.

Unfortunately old, stupid, stubborn torn flesh doesn’t have what it takes to fulfill my quest for the ways of the dead.

Gee whiz, if I didn’t have my life box with it, I’d have started a new business a long time ago.”

(End of chapter)