My Players Are So Fierce

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Death Town in the Polluted Swamp

1137: 385.

Death Town in the Polluted Swamp

Hog and his barbarian soldiers were making their first bold approach to the swamp town before them, yet it wasn’t their first discovery of it.

In fact, two days after Murphy had requested Hog to send a scout into the swamp, the Blood Claw Chief had already received an informational report about the town.

It was situated near a quagmire in Polluted Swamp, close to Transylvania, perfectly positioned alongside the path leading to Dark Baron Territory, and to its east was the only mountain pass leading deeper into Polluted Swamp to the dreaded “Forbidden Lands”—a geography that perfectly choked the path from Transylvania through the swamp to Dark Mountain Range.

This was enough to make one wonder whether the Jackal Warlocks had planned all this in advance.

Moreover, this “Plague Town” wasn’t a small outpost; just from its appearance, the gloomy place was about one-fifth the size of the former Cardman City.

Most of the town’s buildings were constructed of wood, erected on the foundations of stone ruins, making the place resemble a series of connected stilt houses or bamboo residences, with vines derived from spiritually twisted swamp trees serving as bridges between structures, resembling a poorly designed three-dimensional swamp maze.

Additionally, the Plague Warlocks here had applied certain curses formed from Corrupt Energy, enveloping the town and skies in a grey-black fog that created a layer of “War Fog” to prevent prying eyes and reconnaissance.

From a distance, the outline of the town looked like a chaotic tangle forming a strange, sickly entity.

If there were a casual player here, he would definitely exclaim, “Damn, isn’t this just a dark swamp version of ‘Treasure Cove’?”

It was truly hard to imagine how much manpower and resources the Jackal Warlocks had spent to construct such an illogical structure in this dreadful place, but considering the testimony of “Necromancer” Bella, he was awakened three years ago, and the swamp town had already existed.

This indicated that the Jackals had stayed in Polluted Swamp for much longer than it seemed.

They had been searching for the secret treasure of King of Bone Biting for many years without progress, to the point of despairing enough to venture into the lair of the most dangerous Legendary Creatures in Polluted Swamp.

From this perspective, these Jackal Warlocks were indeed hardworking laborers, assigned an impossible task by a shameless superior.

What was even worse, in another world poor work might only mean a docked salary, but here, failing to find the lost treasure meant that even if the Jackals could escape back to Dark Mountain Range, given their excessively “wild” cultural style, their fate would definitely not be pleasant.

Based on these reasons, when Hog approached the Plague Town with a few trusted barbarians, what they encountered were large numbers of skeletons and walking corpses fortified by evil voodoo, guarding the town periphery.

The defense was so tight that Hog was spotted by a “Necromancer” before even getting close to the first sentry post.

Amid the chilling tremors of Spiritual Energy, hundreds of skeletons burst out from their hidden enclaves, concealed by dark enchantments, and almost instantly surrounded Hog and his guards.

Faced with the bone spears and bone knives exuding icy chills around him, as well as the corrosive rays and glaring bone arrows held by the “Necromancer” in front, the flexible Great Chief did not intend to display his bravery.

Almost instantly, Hog raised his claws, shouting in the Dark Mountain Range Jackal dialect, “I surrender”, while his companion Nash mimicked him loudly.

This fellow even kicked a Jackal barbarian who was readying his weapon for self-defense, warning these fierce guys to drop their weapons quickly to avoid provoking these overly commanding compatriots.

Consequently, Hog’s “clean and decisive” response surprised the opposing “Necromancer”.

Necromancers had seen Jackals surrender before.

But to see one surrender so smoothly, so cowardly, was indeed a first for them, looking at the humiliated, sneaky demeanor with raised hands…

“Hey, are you even a Jackal or some Gnoll?”

“I surrender!

We mean no harm!

We are loyal subordinates of King Kenbort, bringing firsthand war news from Transylvania for the honored Plague Warlocks here!

You!

Let us pass.”

Hog cried out loud, his ugly face filled with fear and urgency, perfectly portraying the image of a troubled, urgently needful sycophant.

However, the “Necromancer” did not exhibit such a range of emotional fluctuations.

It just impassively watched the Jackal before it, not ordering the malicious skeletons surrounding them to back down.

However, the blue Spiritual Fire flickering beneath its hood indicated that it was communicating the happenings here to the Jackal Warlocks in town.

Seeing that there was no immediate attack reassured Hog, but it also confirmed his guess that the local Jackals definitely had connections with Kenbort.

At least there was mutual recognition.

The name Kenbort that he had shouted was essentially a “safeword” that prevented them from being attacked.

The “Necromancer” did not act hastily, and the surrounded Hog dared not make any sudden moves to avoid provoking any dire consequences, but he still scrutinized his surroundings with his eyes, seeking to further understand the defenses of the Plague Town.

To avoid exposing their “identity”, Hog and his deputy Nash had hidden their Calculating Pearl before coming.