My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1143 - 387. Damn! If you’re going to do a classic remake, at least remake something good! What the heck is Zangil’s Poison?

Chapter 1143: 387. Damn! If you’re going to do a classic remake, at least remake something good! What the heck is Zangil’s Poison?

Hog was in high spirits.

He was unable to hide his triumphant posture as he left the Flesh Tearing Mage Tower, and Nash, following beside him, looked at his chief with admiration.

This small Jackal-man had thought they were surely done for.

But to his surprise, his chieftain had not only easily resolved the danger but had also obtained aid from the formidable Tear Flesh and even received the promise of becoming a Hunting Priest.

Ah, was this what the chieftain always referred to as the so-called "cunning power of wisdom?" Now, visibly, it indeed seemed much more useful than the heavy flail in his hands!

"You two went and talked to that lunatic Tear Flesh, and you’re still not dead?"

The Bonebite Clan vanguard captain guarding outside the Mage Tower looked in astonishment at Hog and Nash, who had left the Mage Tower unscathed. This robust Barbarian Soldier, just as strong as Kenbort, vigorously rubbed his eyes.

He thought he had seen wrong.

Recently, because of issues with the tasks, Tear Flesh had been in a bad mood and had executed several undisciplined Barbarian Soldiers over various trivial matters. In the captain’s eyes, these two disabled wretches daring to disturb Tear Flesh would definitely not end well.

The reason he stayed here was to see these audacious fools getting torn apart by the Magicians and fed to those fierce Otherworldly Creatures. However, they had miraculously survived!

This was truly unbelievable!

Did all the crippled Jackal people from Transylvania have such good luck?

"Tear Flesh is an excellent Plague Warlock, a rare wise man among the Jackal People. You should respect our powerful tutor from the Pestilence Clan!

You, an idiot with an untamed tongue and brainless strength!"

Hog, hands on his hips, scolded:

"Apologize! Apologize for calling Tear Flesh a ’lunatic’!"

"What a damn beast!"

Seeing Hog’s bullish shouting, the vanguard captain, enraged, drew out his flail to strike at him. When had such a powerful Barbarian from the Dark Mountain Range ever suffered such humiliation?

But in the next instant, a cold gaze from a few Jackal Warlocks at the base of the Mage Tower froze the Bonebite Barbarian in place.

What was going on?

These bastard Warlocks actually supported this crippled Jackal’s provocation against him? This miscreant from Transylvania had actually managed to cling to Tear Flesh’s coattails?

Damn!

So many Jackal warriors from the lower classes of the Dark Mountain Range had failed to do this, yet this useless fellow not even reaching his waist had succeeded?

How had he done it?

"Humph! I have been entrusted by Tear Flesh with a mission to defend our Pestilence Town outside the swamp, something you fools, who only know how to fight fiercely but can’t accomplish anything, wouldn’t be able to do!

The Lord had even personally promised to assist me in converting to a Hunting Priest!

You brainless idiot, show some respect now!"

Hog felt the support from the Mage Tower, which boldly strengthened his courage.

At this moment, he acted like a sycophant enjoying his moment of triumph. With Nash’s astonished gaze and the faint laughter of Murphy in his heart, he looked up at the Barbarian and shouted:

"Are you going to apologize or not?

I’m just about to head to the Construct Tower to pick some Skeleton Army to guard the Smugglers’ Forest. I see I’m still missing a strong Zombie Jackal Barbarian Soldier.

You’d fit the bill well, brother."

"F**k!"

The humiliated Jackal Barbarian was seething with hatred.

But he still had some brains, and he knew that the Pestilence Clan, since being assigned to the Polluted Swamp, had grown even crazier. Provoking them here would definitely not end well.

So, after a few seconds of standoff, the fierce man lowered his head and said in a voice as quiet as a mosquito:

"I apologize, I shouldn’t have spoken of the mighty Tear Flesh in that manner."

"What? I didn’t hear you!"

Hog rolled his eyes and said:

"Louder! Haven’t you eaten? How can such a big guy not speak clearly? How stupid are you?"

"You motherf**ker... Don’t let me catch you off-guard!"

The Bone-Biting Vanguard was grinding his teeth, but as more and more gazes from the Mage Tower focused on him, he knew he couldn’t delay any longer.

The Bone-Biting Vanguards, who had followed Kenbort into the Polluted Swamp, had been able to coexist and even collaborate with the Pestilence Clan while Kenbort was still alive. But now that Kenbort was dead, their value in the eyes of the Pestilence Clan had rapidly diminished.

Now was the time to keep a low profile, or else they might easily be taken care of.

The Pestilence Clan was one of the craziest factions among the Jackal tribes in the Dark Mountain Range. No one knew where these Warlocks, who had risen to power only thirty years ago, had learned how to manipulate undead creatures.

But everyone knew, the Warlocks of the Pestilence Clan stubbornly believed that mummies and skeletons were more useful and obedient than Barbarian Soldiers. Their small clan had no Barbarian Soldiers or Hunters, consisting entirely of Plague Warlocks, Necromancers, and loyal undead creatures.

Because of this, the Pestilence Clan had a poor reputation in the Dark Mountain Range. Despite possessing first-rate Psychic Powers in Jackal civilization, none of the great Clans wanted to collaborate with them, and Kenbort had been the best puppet they could find for the Pestilence Clan.

"I was wrong! I shouldn’t have slandered the mighty Tear Flesh!"

The Jackal Barbarian Vanguard, driven to desperation, shouted out in self-abandonment, then mounted his howling Seat Wolf and ran out amidst Hog’s satisfied laughter, making a vicious throat-slitting gesture at Hog from a distance.