439.The ominous premonition of the treasure hunter tearing the flesh apart - more updates for the "Yu Xiaohe" brothers【6/25】
439.The ominous premonition of a treasure hunter tearing flesh - additional update for the "Yu Xiaohe" brothers [6/25] (page 2/2)
The voice of the woman who had a long-distance conversation with Tris before sounded from the communication. Her tone and timbre were no different from before, but Tear Flesh was keenly aware of a hint of weakness in this mysterious guy's words..
she is hurt？
This is really strange.
I thought of tearing flesh, but there was nothing unusual on the surface..
“I will send a capable subordinate to your side and help you find the symbol of Jackal civilization. You can take it back to the Dark Mountains and successfully become one of the leaders of this black disaster..
But tearing flesh, this help is not free..
When you get what you want, you have to help me get what I want too...
Hum, just wait, the people I send will contact you.”
After saying that, the mysterious "Yuan" hung up the communication very decisively, but Tannirou was not very happy after receiving the promised help..
It knows that this is a quagmire in front of it.
Every time I seek strength from it, I get trapped in it. Unfortunately, the Pestilence Clan has developed so far that it is no longer possible to separate from this organization..
It also knows that it’s not just the Plague Clan.
At present, among the major Gnoll clans in the Dark Mountains, except for the orthodox Bonegnawing clan that claims to be the King of Gnolls, almost all of them have inextricable connections with this organization..
What’s disturbing is not Dusk’s desperate efforts to help, but their lack of expectation of anything in return..
This proves that what these madmen desire is not conquest or power. They enjoy the destruction itself far more than the fruits they will gain from it..
This kind of thinking and mentality is quite explosive even in the society of jackals..
well.
He tore the flesh and hid the pearl necklace, then he came to the window of the tower with the soul-destroying staff..
It looked at the depths of the filthy swamp with cold eyes. It knew that no matter whether it was struggling or rising, there was not much time left for itself and its clan..
A legendary thing.
If it had a choice, it would never waste all the elite tribesmen it had spent a lifetime accumulating on such a creature. This was simply stupid. However, it signed a contract with the powerful, and was driven by ambition to On this road of no return, it has gone too far and fate no longer allows it to look back..
——
“Brother Lamepaw, I'm here to say goodbye to you. Maybe it's more appropriate to call it farewell..”
The dejected Hogg left the Plague Tower, strolled to the Organization Tower and found the madman Lame who was "busy" here..
The latter is currently wearing a butcher's leather apron and using a rusty boning knife to deal with the unfortunate warlock who was rescued from the battlefield by Hogg..
Buck Claw just lay on the butcher's table so desolately.
Although it was seriously injured when it was brought back by Hogg, it was still alive. Unfortunately, this guy's eyes had lost the luster of the creature..
it's dead.
Not dying at the hands of the enemy, but dying at the hands of one's own people after escaping death.
No wonder that on the way back, Buckclaw kept begging Hogg to leave it somewhere to die or simply give it a stabbing blow. It turned out that this guy already knew what would happen if he was brought back to Plague Town..
Precisely because it serves evil, it knows better than anyone else how evil it is..
“ha？”
Hearing Hogg's frustrated voice, Lame, who was immersed in work, turned his head in a weird 180° to stare at Hogg..
It's still the two eyeballs that are not even in focus, the same drooling mouth, and the same crazy attitude, but after many "transactions", Lame Claw's attitude towards Hogg has become "gentle" "A lot.
Perhaps in its eyes, Hogg is a good helper with "magnificent powers" who can always help it find all kinds of good things it urgently needs but can't get..
For example, the vampire heart that is currently being placed into Buckclaw's body by Lame Claw has been soaked in voodoo, causing it to swell strangely and still glow with a red-green glow..
“Why say farewell? Are you going to die? Hogg, you are a good friend. I will be very sad if you die like this. Do you want me to plant the seeds of a corpse witch for you in advance?？”
The lame paw, whose body was covered with stitches, said in a vague voice.：
“In this way, if you die, you won't really die. You will be resurrected by the power of death into an immortal corpse witch. I will keep you by my side as an assistant..
You have been depressed that your short stature is not taken seriously, and it can be improved..
If you want, I can take your brain and put it in a bugbear's skull, and you'll have the powers you've been asking for..
Don't worry, this process doesn't hurt at all！
Yes！
None of the guys I've operated on before complained of pain, so it definitely doesn't hurt..”
“Forget it, I don’t want to experience that kind of terrifying treatment process.”
Hogg curled his lips..
It rolled its eyes and begged.：
“Lord Flesh Tearer sent me to attack those ferocious Transians, and it allowed me to make amends, but I knew I was dead if I went there, so could I get what was probably the last batch of aid I could get from here?？
What I mean is that I want to spend the favor I deposited with you in exchange for things that can transform my people. At least, these poor people can serve the Plague Clan one last time before they die..”
“Ha, don't be so pessimistic.”
Crippaw seems to really care about Hogg..
Seeing Hogg's despair, it paused the corpse construction in its hands. While taking off its blood-stained gloves, it waved to Hogg and led it into its living room, which was as messy as a garbage heap. I was rummaging through a bunch of weird stuff again..
After a few minutes, Lame Claw pulled out a dirty bag from the bottom of the mess and threw it to Hogg..
Chief Bloodclaw took it in his hand and took a look, and found that there were more than a dozen bottles and jars filled with strange-colored liquids..
It looked at Lamepaw suspiciously, and the latter explained to it：
“This is a potion I found from the Flesh-Tearing Ghost Grimoire. I don’t know if I made it right, but I once fed it to my dying warg, and the ferocious beast seemed to have been injected into it. Like a substantial rage, he killed several goatman acolytes in one go before actually dying..
So I feel it must be useful.
If your cowardly minions can't fight for the glory of the Gnolls on the battlefield, then give them this stuff, don't drink more, just one sip each..
They will definitely die after drinking it, but this thing can ensure that their journey to death will be quite "exciting"”.”
“Is it so powerful?？”
Hogg stared at the dirty bag and the weirdly colored pill bottles in his hand with wide eyes. He accepted them with a smile, and said to Lame Claw before leaving.：
“Can you give me the recipe? If I survive, I might be able to start over in the Dark Mountains by selling this thing..”
“Ouch, recipe, let me think about it.”
The lame paw scratched its stitched scalp like Frankenstein's, and finally grumbled and rummaged through the pile of debris. When he couldn't find it, he stamped his feet, tore off a piece of animal skin and wrote on it. Drawing, and finally handed it to Hogg.
This crazy constructor patted his chest and promised：
“It is absolutely correct! Although it's possible that I got some of the steps wrong and I can't remember the dosage of the core ingredients, I can guarantee that you can make something similar with the same stuff..
Ah, my mighty Hogg the Seeker, I sincerely hope you survive this battle to the death so that we can continue our delightful trade..
I mean, I still have lots and lots of 'ideas'.
Unfortunately, the old, stupid and stubborn flesh-tearer cannot satisfy my exploration of the way of the undead..
Hey, if it hadn't been for my life box, I would have started a new one long ago.”
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