My Players Are So Fierce

1341: 453.

Poor Hog, what’s the point in ruling over a bunch of crippled and inferior breeds?

– [Extra 20/25]

1341: 453.

Poor Hog, what’s the point in ruling over a bunch of crippled and inferior breeds?

– [Extra 20/25]

(For “Who else dares to compete with me” brother, added more [5/5])

“Lame Claw, our outer perimeter has lost six outposts in the past few days.

The vampires coming in from the west are aggressive, and they have also received support from the Goldenrod Kingdom’s forces!

Our ‘Necromancers’ have already suffered many losses, and this is just the Transia People’s action on just one front.

According to the information sent back by Hog, they have deployed people on all three fronts.

They are ready to make their move!”

In the Wizard Tower of the Plague Village, a sinister Plague Warlock was reporting the situation on the front lines to Tear Flesh.

Beneath the mask of a dark hood, his wolfish face was covered with fur and etched with displeasure.

He looked at Tear Flesh, who was slowly working on an alchemical solution at the old man’s characteristic ‘slow motion’ pace at the alchemy bench, showing no sign of commenting on the developments.

He said:

“We should take action, responding to the Transia People’s unjust invasion with a fierce counterattack, rather than passively taking hits as we are doing now.

This pitiful approach truly shames our Jackal People!”

“We are the Jackal People; we have no face to lose—that’s something humans have, and humans are our enemies…

I admire your capacity to learn, my servant.

But why can’t you learn something worthwhile from the humans?”

Amid the clinking of bottles and jars, Tear Flesh continued his alchemical work, unruffled.

He seemed to ignore his subordinate’s concerns and discontent completely.

He picked up a test tube filled with a purple solution and held it up before his eyes.

Due to his poor eyesight, he had to look closely, and after confirming that there was no mistake in the scent and color of its contents, Tear Flesh shook the tube at a specific frequency while speaking deliberately:

“It’s merely some vanguards, merely some soldiers, merely an attack that has not yet even breached our outermost lines.

And you behave as if the humans had already stormed into Moss Valley.

Considering the current comparison of forces between the two sides, both in quality and quantity, we have the advantage!

I cannot understand the source of your concerns, just as I cannot understand why you have not yet realized the truly pressing mission of the Pestilence Clan.

Transia’s humans and vampires have never been our concern.

When the Army of Dark Disaster sweeps through, those resisters will naturally face the destructive war they wish to see.

But we are not the instigators of war.

We came to this swamp for a noble purpose, and now we are only a step away from achieving it!

So, how is the progress of the construction of the tower’s military arsenal?”

Confronted with Tear Flesh’s question, the reporting Jackal Warlock bowed his head.

Although Tear Flesh’s tone was indifferent, the warlock could feel the discontent building within his increasingly unpredictable Clan Leader.

He dared not expound further on this matter and answered following Tear Flesh’s question:

“As of this morning, there have been three brigades totaling one thousand five hundred giant zombies for assault purposes, and the number of ‘resentful spirits with magical cores’ has also surpassed eight hundred.

Lame Claw says he needs a little more time to finish making the last batch of ‘Netherworld Knights,’ but even without counting those still in transformation, we already possess eighty-seven ‘Netherworld Knights’ capable of launching assaults in the swamp and ‘Necromancers’ for containment.

Energy Storage Weapons prepared for them have also been completed.

Following your previous instructions, all the Magicians of the Pestilence Clan are prepared to release large-scale war spells.

I think this should be enough for us to complete the breakthrough and occupation of the Swamp Forbidden Area.”

“Enough?

Foolish!

It seems that you still do not have a proper understanding of ‘Legendary Creatures.’”

Tear Flesh rebuked:

“We are facing a being that is immune to any Spiritual Energy influences of the third ring or lower just with its skin.

Mediocre Psychic Weapons cannot even scratch their Gem Scales, and even specialized Energy Storage Weapons might need several strikes to draw their blood.

Their close connection with the swamp means that as soon as we set foot on their territory, we would be unable to hide; any tactical plans we design would not evade their perception.

We cannot locate them even with prophetic spells, and they can move freely in the mud and water, their speed unaffected by any controlling spells.

Your Eternal Armor Skill would barely be tougher than a sheet of paper against the venom of Ningkinanka,

and even the undead clad in Psychic Heavy Armor would be melted into slag within minutes in the face of that corrosive toxin, a torrent of which they can spew continuously thirty times before tiring.

In the face of such creatures, even beings of Golden Tier must make thorough preparations.

And note the term I use to describe them.

‘They’!

Not it.

No one knows how many gigantic snakes live in the Swamp Forbidden Area!

Even the most optimistic estimates suggest that at least a nest of Legendary Creatures awaits us there.

Tell me, my apprentice, how much loss are you prepared to incur to break through these snakes’ blockade, and what plan do you have to escape their pursuit once we secure the treasure?

If possible, I would prefer to have a mighty Elder Clan army at our disposal, but those from the various Elder Clans in Moss Valley are all shortsighted fools!”