470.Although this person is hopelessly bad, he does stand firm on the big issues of right and wrong.
470.Although this person is hopelessly bad, he does stand firm on the big issues of right and wrong (page 2/2)
The torn flesh in front of him seemed to be really ready to leave. There was already packed luggage at the feet of the old jackal..
“Check it out.”
Tearing Flesh, leaning on the rotten soul bone staff, said to the explorer in front of him：
“If there is no problem, I will leave soon. The vampire servants on the outskirts of the town launched a tentative attack here today. Although it returned without success, I suspect this is just a strategy..
Maybe they will launch a devastating offensive soon.
I don't understand why you have to take over this hot potato, but if you confirm that you want to do it, then I can only wish you peace, my friend.”
“Alas, it’s just for the sake of some grudges and grudges from the superior. We are all Kuhaha’s servants. Just like you have your mission, I also have my job..”
The explorer shrugged and casually flipped through the roster in his hand. He didn't notice that his flesh-ripping eyes had been wandering on the metal staff in his hand that was obviously related to the land of creation..
“You're going to take Crippaw away.？”
After more than ten seconds, the explorer realized something was wrong. He frowned and said to Tear the Flesh：
“This is not in line with the agreement between us, Your Excellency Shredder! Lame Claw is a very powerful corpse constructor. Even Lord Source is impressed by it. I must keep it to turn this place into a place of death for Lord Murphy.！”
“But the Cripple Claw is also important to the Plague Clan, explorer.”
He said tearing apart the flesh without giving in.：
“I must take it back to the Dark Mountains. The knowledge of necromancy it possesses is very important to the inheritance of the Plague Clan. This is something I cannot give up..”
“However, you turned it into that ghostly state. You turned a life that could have been a master of construction into a pitiful dead lunatic. At this point, you still don’t plan to let it go free.？”
The explorer said contemptuously：
“Such a good talent is really wasted in your hands..”
“You know nothing! human.”
Tranrou snorted and said：
“If it weren't for me, Crippleclaw would have fallen into Hades many years ago！
It was a maverick jackal, and its obsession with death made it do terrible things..
You just know its talent, but you don't know its 'feat' in the dark mountains! Less than half of our Plague Clan's current good reputation is due to Lame Claw's efforts.’.
Huh, although I have its phylactery, this thing can only suppress it but not control it. If you want it to stay and help you, you have to convince it first. Lame Claw？
lame claw！
come to me！
lame claw？
can you hear it？”
The Flesh Tearer activated the control core of the Plague Warlock Tower and called repeatedly to the Structure Tower but received no response. The deathly silence on the other side made the Flesh Tearer's expression change drastically..
“not good！”
It exclaimed, picked up its bone staff and staggered towards the bottom of the tower..
The explorer had no idea what was going on, but from the change in his expression as he tore flesh, he realized that something might have happened to Lame Claw, so he rushed out as well..
The two of them entered the dead structure tower one after another..
The explorer was vigilant enough to apply several layers of psychic shields to himself, and then followed Tear Flesh into it. As soon as he entered, he saw the structures that were supposed to be sent to the battlefield scattered on the ground..
All kinds of smelly blood and construction tools were torn everywhere. The entire construction tower seemed to have experienced an assault and massacre..
Ripping Flesh rushed into Lame Claw's laboratory with a grim expression, and saw Lame Claw's head being thrown into pieces among the corpses nearby..
But it's still "alive".
After seeing Flesh Tear and the explorer walking in, the unfocused eyes on Lame Claw's head rotated, and it screamed as if it was crying or laughing.：
“It's alive! It's alive！”
“！！！”
The expression of tearing meat is even more ugly.
There is indeed a trap for explorers tonight, but this is not the "trap moment" it imagined”！
Damn, things are out of control.！
The explorer next to him had no idea what was going on, but seeing the miserable scene in front of him and making bad associations from the screams of the lame claws, the vigilant Dusk Servant knew that something was wrong..
He ignored the things around him at all, turned around and rushed out of the structure tower..
There is psychic suppression in this tomb-like tower that prevents him from using teleportation. Otherwise, he would have been wiped out by teleportation..
It tore the flesh but did not act rashly. It stretched out its hand to lift Lame Claw's head and asked：
“where is it？”
“just outside！”
Crippaw yelled：
“That idiot is dead! My king was disturbed from his rest and he was very angry.”
“ah！”
As soon as he finished speaking, the explorer screamed with rage and a hint of terror from outside, followed by an earthquake-like bombardment and wild beast-like roars in the darkness..
The roar of the king from a hundred years ago made the flesh-tearing and lame claws who directed all this couldn't help but close their eyes..
With his lame head in hand, Flesh Tearer moved out of the structure tower bit by bit, almost brushing against the edge of darkness. But just as they were about to leave, a huge figure suddenly appeared in the shadows, causing the two guys to immediately stop where they were. Don't dare to make the slightest move.
Behind them, the resurrected Bone-gnawing King sniffed like a beast. The cold power of death and the strange midnight blessing made its eyes flash in the darkness not with blue spiritual fire, but It’s a scarlet gaze.
Enough to scare any gnoll who has heard its story..
But luckily, the bone-gnawing king seems to have smelled the smell of his compatriots in the flesh-tearing body..
It let out a series of indescribable whimpers, and disappeared into the massacre area of the structure tower like the wind in the darkness. The flesh-tearing man who was frightened into a cold sweat had never been so close to death before, after confirming that the Bone-gnawing King had left. Finally, it moved its steps and crawled out.
“later! There's something behind.”
The lame paw held in its hand shouted.
After tearing his flesh and wiping his sweat, he turned around and saw that at the edge of the structure tower, the explorer's head, which had been pulled from his spine and smashed, was sitting miserably on the edge of light and shadow. The metal spell was covered with flesh and blood residue. The staff lay quietly aside.
It also had a torn left hand on it.
flash sale！
This self-respecting guy couldn't even make an effective counterattack, and was killed by the resurrected Bone-Gripping King with his bare hands..
“hey-hey.”
The tearing flesh had no time to think about it, it let out a weird laugh, and while casting a spell outside the structure tower to block this dangerous tower that could no longer be entered, it picked up the metal staff and the explorer's broken head..
it whispered：
“Even after resurrecting from the dead, our king still chose to protect his heirs, and you, the stupid bitch who violated the majesty of the Creator, died just right. Maybe this is fate..”
“Well, you don't think I'm really dead, do you?？”
The explorer's sighing sound echoed from the broken skull in the hands of the flesh-shredder. It was not until this moment that the explorer's broken neck noticed that there was no blood flowing out of the explorer's broken neck. Instead, there were some torn stubble in the neck. gears and cables.
The torn guy rolled his eyes, sparks of malfunctioning mechanical structures burst out from his nostrils and teeth, and he spoke intermittently.：
“This is just a stand-in puppet.
The real me has never left a safe place, but it made me realize that the guy I regarded as a friend had been harboring bad thoughts. Although I don’t know why you, a jackal, became a believer in the Creator overnight, but Tear meat
Take the staff in your hand！
I'll pick it up soon.
One last piece of advice for you, don’t go in! Don’t go to the land of creation! You know nothing about the secrets of the Creator, you know nothing about the true purpose of that area, you are just a lucky headless fly.
You're going to die there, and that's just the best ending I can think of”
“Bang”
The skull that made the sound was crushed open by torn flesh. The old jackal stared at the red and white thing in his hand, watching the black blood-like lubricant staining his paws. There was no fear on his face. In this In the miserable night, it whispered：
“Huh, thanks for the reminder, but that's what I should be worrying about.
The regrets of my king and the unfinished business of my king will definitely be completed by my flesh-tearing and my plague clan. Maybe I can no longer see that scene with my own eyes, but the next bone-gnawing king will definitely come from my clan. born in！
We jackals are bad, but we don’t want to destroy the world, and you.
You doomsday bastards born of chaos and madness.！
Everyone gets it and kills it！”
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