My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1144 - 387. Damn! If you’re going to do a classic remake, at least remake something good! What the heck is Zangil’s Poison?

Chapter 1144: 387. Damn! If you’re going to do a classic remake, at least remake something good! What the heck is Zangil’s Poison?

Nash felt a bit concerned.

He quietly asked Hog,

"Chieftain, what if these guys ambush us on the way back..."

"They wouldn’t dare!"

Hog sneered softly, saying,

"We will return with ten festival wands and more than five hundred Elite Skeleton Army members, only a madman would ambush us on the road.

If it were me, I might wait for the night after we returned to Smugglers’ Forest when our guard is down to launch a surprise attack with the elites...

But Nash, you know well the kind of dangerous ’beasts’ that roam the Woodland."

"Ha ha."

Nash understood.

It craftily smiled, telling Hog,

"Yes, yes, those man-eating ’beasts’ that don’t spit out bones will bury them for us. No, their fate will be even worse, becoming pitiful Gladiators..."

"Exactly!"

Hog nodded, calculated the time, and then turned to Nash, saying,

"Go ’roam’ around the town, I will go to the Construct Tower to collect the army provided to us by Lord Tear Flesh. We’ll meet at the town entrance in two hours.

It’s not every day we come to the swamp; take a moment to appreciate the ’cultural scenery’ here without rushing off."

"I understand, Chieftain."

Nash acknowledged keenly.

Hog was instructing it to scout the town’s internal facilities and ideally memorize the various setups.

The two then split up, with Hog swiftly making his way to the Construct Tower to see Lord Tear Flesh’s apprentice, Lame Claw.

Just from the name, one could discern the characteristic of this Jackal Warlock—the warlock’s left leg seemed to have been bitten off by a beast, replaced with a clumsy mechanical foot, causing it to limp awkwardly.

Through Hog’s observant eyes, Murphy noticed that this fellow’s mechanical foot bore the distinctive craftsman’s mark of that bastard Sulk Flywheel.

It seemed that the rumors of the Half-body mad warlord from Hunger Mountain doing business with certain Wolf People clans were true.

Yet, this was good news for Murphy, who was currently observing from afar through the eyes of others.

If that Sulk Flywheel had no reservations dealing with Wolf People, it suggested he would likely not refuse a transaction proposal from Murphy when a pitiful, weak but wealthy Vampire Lord desperate for assistance appeared before him.

Hog was unaware of Murphy’s thoughts.

He continued focusing on the warlock Lame Claw.

Undoubtedly, this was a peculiar individual, yet considering the Pestilence Clan was full of such oddities, this particular anomaly wasn’t particularly noteworthy.

But compared to the gloomy Tear Flesh, assigned to the Construct Tower making new Skeleton Army and "Necromancers," Lame Claw seemed more ’cheerful’—greeting Hog with a strange smile as he entered his ’territory’.

Inside the tower, the first floor was filled with blood-stained hooks, various corpses extracted from the swamp, and even some Jackal Barbarians recently hung still dripping blood, resembling a cold storage full of pork meat.

This scene made even a Wolf Person like Hog feel the chills.

Hog turned away from the hanging bodies, then noticed many resurrected "Necromancers" silently busying themselves with the corpses, mending their damages before tossing them into different Hades Ritual Arrays to fill with the chilling breath of Hades and then transforming them.

"This place is the ’Corpse Factory’ of the Pestilence Clan! We produce different ’Warriors’ according to the Clan’s needs. I love this swamp; here we needn’t consider the opinions of fools, freely mixing constructs born from death.

It’s a completely free place, a heaven left for Necromancers!

I don’t understand why others in the Clan dislike it so much..."

Lame Claw wiped the drool from the corner of his wolf mouth, then spread his paws wide and screamed crazily,

"Anyway, welcome to my domain, my weak comrade from Transylvania; having escaped alive from Lord Tear Flesh already proves your uniqueness. I’ve also received the command.

See, the festival wands you need, I’ve already prepared them."

"What is really going on with this guy?"

Hog immediately felt that Lame Claw’s ’joy’ was somewhat incomprehensible, and his thought processes seemed to diverge significantly from those of a normal person.

Through his gaze, Murphy noticed this strange "Corpse Constructor," and Cui Si by his side, maintaining the Reconnaissance Art System, sensed Murphy’s curiosity and doubt and quietly explained,

"Generally speaking, individuals like these have experienced severe mental shocks leading their minds into chaos. This one can’t control its frenzied spirit.

Look at the stitched scars on its scalp!

That shows it was once used in dangerous experiments as a test subject, but normally such individuals would be disposed of. Yet, it can still be appointed to manage the Construct Tower.

This means either Tear Flesh has other plans for it, or it shows this individual has a Talent in corpse dissection, which makes Tear Flesh unwilling to give it up."

"So that means, it’s valuable... ah, a Number 2 Boss with a history and background, not bad. After you and I ’embellish’ it a bit, my Warriors will surely fancy such a ’tragic character’."

Murphy squinted, then instructed Hog: