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2091: Chapter 698: The Shameless Wolf People Deploy Plague Weapons!

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2091 -698: The Shameless Wolf People Deploy Plague Weapons!

World Tension +100!

“Chieftain!

Two powerful spiritual bodies are battling in the area outside the Blackflame Mountain Pass, and the concentration of death psychic power is rapidly soaring.

The good news is that the dead on the battlefield have been awakened as the undead, and their numbers are quite substantial!

The bad news is, those undead don’t listen to our commands at all; instead, they’ve split into two factions and are fighting each other in the ruins of Blackflame Mountain Pass.

This not only doesn’t help but actually hinders our soldiers from advancing deeper!”

In the Split Claw Main Camp outside Blackflame Mountain Pass, a Jackal-Man Spiritualist was reporting the battle situation at the front line to the calm-faced Matriarch Potana, shouting:

“That ritual capable of continuously summoning resentful spirits was initially very impressive, but now it has stopped functioning, no new resentful spirits are being born, and relying solely on those small clan warriors can’t break into the rear positions.

Chieftain, those vampires and their servants are retreating and relocating, we can’t let them leave so easily!

Send our people out!

Exterminate them all here!

Bring The Master of Hunting the massacre He desires to see!”

“Alright, since you are so devout, you go and lead the people to win the glory of slaughter for The Master of Hunting.”

The Claw Chief Mother rolled her eyes and shouted to her guards:

“Come!

Take this sincere hunting believer out, give him 50 men, and let him charge at Blackflame Mountain Pass!

Don’t come back unless he kills 500!”

The Jackal-Man Spiritualist was dumbfounded.

He didn’t expect reporting a situation would drag himself in, given the current state of position number eight, let alone 50 men, even with 500 Barbarian Soldiers, it’s just throwing fresh meat into a meat grinder.

He howled for mercy.

But the Claw Chief Mother didn’t even bother to listen, the burly guards dragged this tactless fool away.

Who in the upper echelons of the Pī zhǎo Clan doesn’t know, the Matriarch cannot stand such fanatic rhetoric, although the Pī zhǎo Clan and the Blood Scar Clan cooperate, Potana was never a devout Jackal.

She lacks even the basic respect for The Master of Hunting’s faith, under a leader like this, there’s no need to expect devotion from Pī zhǎo Clan.

“Idiot, know who nurtured you before fawning?

It’s Split Claw that gave you power, not the Master of Hunting you keep mentioning, if you’re so devout, why not join the Blood Scar?”

Potana cursed in her own tent.

She has really given up hope on the emotional intelligence of these spiritualists under her.

Being able to learn spiritual energy only proves the other side is smart, but being smart and being able to…

uh, being a jackal are two completely different concepts.

“Indeed, this twilight is unreliable!”

The Claw Chief Mother glanced at the Defense Map of Black Flame Mountain Passage hanging beside her.

The current war has reached the final step, Twilight confidently unleashed their long-prepared undead army, and even started an impressive-looking ritual.

But it’s been half a day!

The vampires’ last position not only hasn’t fallen but their retreat and transfer are going smoothly, the so-called resentful spirit ritual sounds awesome, but the Transia People came prepared, and a strange spiritual body suddenly appearing single-handedly suppressed the “Banquet of Thousands of Souls” from continuing.

The fact proved, Twilight’s true power didn’t seem as strong as they boasted, at least in terms of reliability, their claims and actions are completely different.

Potana recalled how Origin confidently said Lord Morphy was doomed, hey, guess what?

That strange Transia Lord did disappear for a few days, but Potana just received reports, they reappeared alive and kicking, also bringing along that group of strange warriors and taking on jackals on the battlefield.

If it weren’t for that Lord of Transia intervening, Grand Marshal Huggesen’s army would have surrounded and annihilated Lord Hether and the Blood Covenant Knight Order at position number six.

This Twilight boasted thunderously, claiming that with their assistance, Blackflame Mountain Pass could be broken in one battle, even I was almost fooled.

But the fact proves, this Twilight is not sufficient!

“Alas, it’s too hard to find a reliable partner these days, in the end, isn’t it still you who has to do the dirty work?”

The Claw Chief Mother stood up from her luxurious gemstone skull throne.

She sneered, tossing the pearl bracelet in her hand aside, left the war wagon holding her bone staff, and escorted by Grand Marshal Huggesen’s guards, arrived at an area heavily guarded by the Split Claw elite in front of the main camp.

“Is everything ready?”

The Matriarch rasped a question.

The silent Jackal Warlocks in front of her nodded in unison.

Their attire was peculiar, their whole bodies were shrouded in black strange clothing leaving no gap exposed, their faces donned masks crafted into the visage of crow birds, dressed like plague doctors.

They uncovered the animal hide from the large carts driven by Roth Beasts behind them, revealing barrels of a sealed liquid, on these peculiar black barrels, there were jackal symbols warning others not to meddle recklessly.

“Hmm, Voodoo Plague…

the warfare art of jackals, back then the King of Bone Biting defeated the stubborn Nords with this, even today, there are many deserted zones along the border between Transylvania and Nordtof.”