Chapter 750: Transylvanians Say Jackals Have Mass Destruction

Chapter 748 747. the Transians say the Jackals have weapons of mass destruction, the problem is they really do
Split Claw Clan’s territory is mostly spread out on the spiritual energy convergence point of the Dark Mountain Range, using the terminology of the Silver Dwarves to say that it is the location of the earth’s veins, which is closely related to the characteristics of their multiple spell casters, but it also results in the Split Claw Clan’s territory being more scattered, and is not like the Whiptail Clan that is connected to the same place, or the Broken Tooth Clan that occupies a large area of the wilderness.

However, as one of the five major clans, the Split Claw Clan also has a fixed main territory.

That was the area between the Eternal Rift Valley and the Gray Desert, which happened to form a triangle with the Goatman’s Widia Abyssal City and the Mirror Lake, the largest source of water in the Dark Mountain Range, dividing the plains of the Dark Mountain Range that were the most plentiful in spiritual energy.

You can’t expect the jackals to give their territory a name, in fact, the jackals call this place “Split Claw Plain” very casually, but the goatmen give it a nice name “Land of Ashes”, because this plain was created by a violent volcanic eruption thousands of years ago. This plain was formed by the geological changes caused by a violent volcanic eruption thousands of years ago.

According to the goatman’s records, for nearly a hundred years after that, this place was covered with thick volcanic ash, which led to the Ash Land being a rare fertile area in the Dark Mountain Range, and also led to the Split Claw Clan becoming the only clan among the Jackals to have large-scale agriculture.

However, they do not produce food, but in their own territory planted all kinds of alchemy and voodoo magic materials, in short, it is in the development of “new type of agriculture”.

The straight line distance between the Ash Land and the Black Flame Pass is as far as the whole of Transylvania from south to north, so the ripples of this black plague can’t reasonably be said to have affected this place, but if nothing goes wrong, the accidents belonging to this place are about to come.

On the night of the thirteenth day of the fall of the Black Flame Pass, near one of the Split Claw Fortresses in the Land of Ashes.

After a busy day, the jackal laborers are transporting the materials harvested from the magic medicine field back to the fortress, where there will be a dedicated herbalist to process the herbs, part of which will be supplied to the casters of the Splintered Claw Clan, the rest of which will be sold to other clans to exchange for more food, and the last part of which will be supplied to the nearby goat cities to exchange for some handicrafts that are very popular in the Dark Mountain Range.

In the large magic potion field near the fortress are basically female jackals, alongside with their cubs playing, the tribe’s males have basically been recruited to the front line, according to the most optimistic estimate, their husbands or children should have already followed the mighty Botana chief to kill the place called “Transylvania”. The most optimistic estimate is that their husbands or children should have followed the mighty Chief Potana into the place called “Transylvania”.

Of course, the jackals are emotionally indifferent race, it is difficult to hear from the mouth of these females to their loved ones, but some fierce female jackals are discussing to do the work, take advantage of the darkness of the night to go to the territory of the goatmen to turn around, may be able to intercept a few unlucky goatmen merchants.

Those goat people sold good stuff, but it was just too expensive.

For the jackals, they always had a way to get what they wanted without spending any money, not to mention, the goat people’s meat was honestly quite poppy.

Some of the old jackals are discouraging these young and impulsive reckless clansmen, they are not guiding the young people to be good to others, and they are not against going out to loot the goatmen, but the main reason is that the men are not at home now, in case they annoy the goatmen and lead to retaliation, the few barbarians in the fortress will not be able to deal with it.

So it is better to be a little more stable, really want to rob also have to pick a good time.

In the past, this kind of appeasement from the old man will always lead to the young people’s snickers and quarrels, and may also lead to an exciting fight between the females, but today is not the same.

A young jackal who had been learning to use a stone scythe to cut through the stalks of the potion with his mother to collect the strange, irritating liquid suddenly sneezed, and the furry little fellow tilted his head back and stared in disbelief.

It stayed where it was stupidly, only to react when it was hit with its tail by its impatient mother for being lazy.

“Look! The sky is cracking open!”

That little jackal pointed at the evening sky and shouted, attracting the attention of the many jackal laborers working in the magic medicine fields.

They tilted their heads and then noticed the strange change in the sky.

A black fissure quietly appeared in the evening sky, as if a powerful jackal had cracked the edge of the sky with a war hammer, spreading in the air like a black spider’s web, accompanied by a strange wind whistling down from the sky.

The superstitious jackals were quickly terrified.

The more timid female jackals almost immediately grabbed the still noisy cubs beside them and ran back towards their den.

But more foolishly bold jackals remained in place, pointing at the sky vision, until after ten seconds or so of energy brewing .
“Boom.”

With a terrifying roar, the cracked sky suddenly “cracked”, and then a huge amount of filthy spiritual energy rolled down, like a book of black water with strange starlight pouring down from the sky, swallowing half of the fairly good magic medicine field in one look.

Until then, the female jackals did not realize that things were not good, they screamed and picked up their cubs but did not know where to rush to, in the perception of the most solid clan fortress in front of their eyes by the roar of the filthy spiritual energy engulfed and swept away.

They couldn’t fathom how this horror could have happened at this time, in the safety of this great backwater.

But the mighty Chief Potana was in no position to intervene to save them at this time, and they could only cradle their crying cubs in their arms, lowering their own heads and shrinking into a ball to meet the foul aura that tumbled like black quicksand from behind them.

In less than ten minutes, this fortress and the thousands of hectares of magic medicine fields around it were swallowed up in a single stream.

A very standard raid behind enemy lines.

However, the scale and duration of the astral ripping was much weaker than it should have been in terms of parameters, and it was even more of an accidental case of astral breakage than a truly weaponized astral ripping spell.

Such accidents have been documented throughout the past millennia of history in various places where the continent’s realm boundaries have been destabilized.

But the fact that this place was specifically chosen for the astral boundary tearing was not because the goatman spellcasters who were executing this raid were a bunch of dead perverts who only bullied the old, the weak, the women and the children; in fact, the target was carefully chosen.

“This plant, called ‘Howling Root’ by the jackals and scientifically known as ‘Ghostface Flower’, oozes a viscous, irritating liquid when the stalks are cut open after maturity, and when made into a powder it can be used to concoct quite a subtle psychedelic agent that is used by many Jackal Warlocks or Goatmen Spellcasters use it as a recreational tool.

As early as a few years ago, the Abyssal City noticed that the Splintered Claw Jackals had started to plant Ghostface Flowers on a large scale, and its output far exceeded the amount of psychedelics originally consumed; we didn’t understand what the Jackals were doing with so many Ghostface Flowers at the time, but now we know.

This is something that is used to formulate the main auxiliary material for the Spiritual Energy Plague.”

At the edge of the clan territory that had been engulfed by the rift in the astral realm, a gray-robed goatman spellcaster was holding the branch of a plant that had just been harvested by the jackals, explaining to the haggard-faced goatman astrologer, Por:
“The elven ranger named Daemus Goldleaf confirmed during his scouting three days ago that this magic potion field had to be destroyed! He is still searching for more materials that can be used to make the plague, but he said that the making of this plague requires a main ingredient called ‘Life Eating Mushroom’, and he has not yet discovered the origin of that item.”

“I don’t care about that! Dennis the Gray Warlock, are you explaining to me the rationalization for destroying those female jackals and their pups? NO! I don’t need these frivolous justifications to convince myself; in fact, I enjoy it.

Unlike you, who still retain the qualities of kindness and mercy, which are extraordinarily precious and equally foolish for a goatman, I only know that I am three astral tears short of fulfilling the promise I made to Governor Murphy in exchange for my brand-new stargazing tower in the Tainted Swamp!
My astrological observations of the Great Constellation of the Winter Wolves had been delayed for almost half a month, and the mysteries of the group of stars listed had already been missed by me by so much that I didn’t want to give up on the endeavor that I’d been working on for more than a decade.

It is!

We only have two days left, but there are still three valuable astral ripping spells to be performed, so you had better put away your unnecessary sympathy for me.

These Splintered Claw Jackals are now our enemies!
You can only treat your enemies as cold as the winter wind, otherwise you are betraying your own people.”

The bearded goatman astrologer Pol sternly scolded his somewhat soft-hearted apprentice, and then he glanced somewhat regretfully at the tainted psychic energy that was still tumbling over the earth in the distance.

Those tidal waves of energy mixed with strange points of light in black filled the pupils of its cross-shaped eyes with fascination, and even though this was already the twelfth astral tear it had personally triggered in the past thirteen days, this goatman evil arcanist with obvious tyrannical tendencies still wasn’t satisfied.

It said with regret:
“This place is already too far away from the Black Flame Mountain Pass for the wonderful Astral Realm Rifts there to affect this place more, and the nearby dimensional boundaries aren’t broken to a large extent, so the power of the Astral Realm Rips is greatly limited.

It can’t go any further!

Otherwise we might not even be able to inspire the full spell again, well, the tactical goal is finally accomplished this time.

Let’s turn back next.

On our way back towards the Dark Mountain Range, we’ll pick three more valuable targets to complete the final assault, well, this feeling of personally manipulating the power of the astral realm makes me want to go back to it, the Astral Realm Tearing Grand Jutsu should inherently be classified as a forbidden spell of war in the Astral Jutsu Sequence! Yes, it is!

We astronomers finally have our own forbidden spell sequence, relying on our subtle observation of the astral realm, we can always amplify the power of Astral Rending even further.

This feeling of mastering the power of the stars is really too wonderful, Transylvania is truly a blessed land for us.”

Pol lamented.

It had learned the complete and improved Star Realm Tearing Technique from Archduke Yu Cui Si before it took over Murphy’s mission to leave from the Black Flame Mountain Pass.

It was probably because astrologers were naturally gifted in this area, allowing it to quickly get the hang of it after one or two attempts. If this thing also had a skill title, then Astrologer Bore would definitely be a strong contender for the title of “Astral Ripping Skill Competition”.

This guy wasn’t satisfied with releasing the Astral Tear step by step, he even made a new twist to this thing.

In the retaliatory actions of the day before yesterday and yesterday, Boer successfully improved this small star boundary tearing technique, so that the duration of the star boundary rift, which would be closed in half an hour at most, was extended to about six hours.

This meant that the star boundary tear released by it would not only have an instantaneous impact of filthy spiritual energy and star boundary rewinding, but also because of the extended duration, it could maximize the tearing of the minds of the lives in the bombarded area, basically guaranteeing that the bombarded area would no longer have any sane living beings and would no longer be suitable for habitation within a few years.

Such behavior is of course perverse, but considering that it’s the middle of a war and the goats have already defected to the Transylvanian camp, the destruction they’ve been ordered to carry out will undoubtedly further advance the victory.

Goat people don’t have that much honor.

These naturally dark creatures enjoyed the destruction, but even for such dark little perverts, performing twelve small astral rips in thirteen days was still overloading the system, so after this series of operations was over, Poe and its apprentices would have to return to Transylvania to get some rest.

Just as they had collected enough samples of Jackal magic potion and were about to find a place to take a rest, a divine Lunar God Wind Wyvern tore through the clouds and dropped down from a high altitude, circling a few times before landing precisely in front of the goat people.

A female elf ranger mounted on the wind vulture brought the orders of Captain Daimus, and she said to the goat people in a cold voice:

“Lord Daimus has discovered the underground mushroom farm hidden by the Splintered Claw Jackals in a position thirteen kilometers away to the northwest, and what is being grown in there is none other than the Life Eating Mushroom that is used to make the Evil Plague.

The captain orders you to set out for there immediately and cooperate with us in the cleanup of those damned mushrooms.”

“But it’s hard to use Astral Rip in that kind of terrain.”

Astromancer Poe countered:

“You are wasting our time, there are only two days left until the deadline set by Governor Murphy, and with all due respect, elf chick, you should tell your captain to find more valuable targets, preferably ground level buildings.”

“There is a heavily guarded jackal fortress above that cave!”

The female elf, who clearly did not like evil goatmen, exclaimed:
“The captain will need you to launch an astral tear there to counteract our burning operation underground, and you may need to perform two consecutive astral tears to overwhelm that large fortress.

Also, the location of that fortress is not really that far from your Abyssal City, so the captain told me to tell you that if you can find reinforcements to help, then he won’t take a penny of the spoils of this battle.”

“Yo, I told you, how come the high and mighty elves would take such initiative to invite our evil goatmen to help out, so it turns out that they are waiting for us here.”

Astrologer Pol sneered conspiratorially:

“But as much as you misunderstand us goatmen and think we’re all a bunch of irredeemable big assholes, come on let me tell you, elf chick, your assessment of us is pretty accurate.

The goatmen of Abyssal City are a bunch of cowards, the spoils of a mere fortress won’t persuade them to help, and our great Lord of Parbonus is even the greatest of cowards, fearing the Clan of the Splintered Claw even more than he fears the great water monsters of the Lake of Mirrors, so don’t expect them to offer to help because of the Black Plague.

I’d be thankful if they didn’t come along and cause trouble.

Go back and tell your Captain Dames that we need three hours to prepare for the Astral Rip, and you can launch your attack on the underground caverns at that time.

But be careful of what’s underground.”

Poe’s voice turned hoarse as it said:

“The jackals have apparently found ‘allies’, the underground was once the paradise of the dog-headed men, but now it has become the kingdom of the more dangerous ratmen. If those mushrooms are as important as you say they are, perhaps it won’t just be the Jackals guarding them.”

The elfess froze.

But she then realized that the goatman astrologer’s reminder was correct; with the ratmen’s ability to move underground and their terrifying numerical superiority, if they really were to set traps underground like that, it would be a death sentence for the few of them who dared to set foot in there.

So the elf ranger immediately lifted off and sped towards where Captain Dames was.

Pol watched her leave and turned back to the apprentices behind her:

“Elves, arrogant ones, remember their faces! Don’t let that ascetic pretty face fool you, these pointy ears are the most dangerous, vicious, and ruthless ethnic group in the world. Just look at those Shadow Elves to see that they are evil by nature, it’s just that the other Elves hide it better.

Okay, let’s go.

Catch a break on the way.

We’re going to be busy when we get to the place.”

After a few minutes, Captain Dames, who had been debriefed by the Ranger, also realized that he hadn’t factored the Ratmen into the operation, but it was too late to retreat now.

And he couldn’t allow the jackals to keep these life-eating mushrooms to make any more dangerous plague toxins; he was certain that there was by no means more than this one mushroom farm in the Dark Mountains, but now that they’d come across it they couldn’t leave it alone.

“This is not far from the Gray Desert .”

Daimus took out the map of the Dark Mountain Range drawn by the elves and looked at it, and after hesitating for a moment, he turned back to the elven ranger who had just reported the situation:
“Take the Ranger Legion’s battle flag with you and make a trip to Fort Sinister to get the Sinister Dwarves there to help. Remember, don’t enter their city just explain the situation to them on the outskirts. The dwarves in that city are all sinners from various dwarven clans and they have great malice towards all creatures of order.

But they fought alongside us during the last Black Plague.

I still have a few friendships with Colonel Fenris Barbarian Fist, so you should remember to approach him by name and never interact too much with the other sinful dwarves.

This is important.

They’re all a bunch of slavers, and forest elves such as ourselves are fine ‘goods’ in their eyes, dammit, but they’re the only friends we can make in this land of jackals.”

(End of chapter)