My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1145 - 387. Damn! If you’re going to do a classic remake, at least remake something good! What the heck is Zangil’s Poison?

Chapter 1145: 387. Damn! If you’re going to do a classic remake, at least remake something good! What the heck is Zangil’s Poison?

"And this guy might be useful later, don’t worry, he’s already gone mad; he won’t hurt you."

"But it’s exactly because he’s gone mad that I am scared."

At this moment, Hog, like a puppet on strings, bitterly muttered to himself in his heart.

But still, following Sir Morphy’s instructions, he walked with Lame Claw towards the room where the festival wands were stored, making small talk with him.

However, Lame Claw truly was mad. The way he spoke incoherently and occasionally howled made it impossible for Hog to understand any of his thoughts.

It wasn’t until he saw the ten festival wands prepared by Lame Claw that Hog’s fur bristled.

"I didn’t want these!"

He grabbed a crudely made wand and fiercely said to an innocent-looking Lame Claw:

"I wanted the exquisite, powerful kind of wands, like the one on my waist, capable of controlling an entire Skeleton Army! Not this kind that struggles to control even ten skeletons!

This isn’t what Tear Meat Teacher promised me!

I’m going to complain about you!"

"But this is all I have left here; if you don’t want them, then there’s nothing."

Lame Claw was unafraid.

Actually, with his terrible mental state, he probably couldn’t understand where Hog’s anger was coming from. He scratched his head, which clearly had stitching marks, and said:

"You want a festival wand; I gave you one. Why are you still angry? Are all you from Transylvania Wolf People so fickle?

Could it be that body mutations make it hard for you to control your emotions?

Ah, I’m tempted to open up your body to find the answer... Do you want to be my test subject? I can ensure you stay awake to watch the entire process and enjoy finding the answer with me.

It won’t hurt much!

I swear, it’s only a momentary numbness when the pain nerves are burned... I’m starting to miss the pain, haha."

"This isn’t what I wanted! Forget it, I just can’t explain it to you."

Hog felt disheartened.

He realized that he couldn’t communicate with the mad magician before him, so he could only pull out the festival wand at his waist and showed it to Lame Claw:

"This kind! I want this kind!"

"Oh, a high-quality festival wand, yes."

Lame Claw suddenly understood, but then his expression turned hesitant and he said:

"But those are prepared for the upcoming attack on the Ningkinanka den. Tear Meat Teacher has forbidden us from using them casually. These are the powerful tools that only Tutors can make.

I’m just in charge of managing them; I don’t have the authority to give them to you.

However..."

"However, what?"

Hearing this subtle turning point, Hog hastily asked. Lame Claw hesitated, then said:

"I still have my own research to complete. I need some unique materials to create the most powerful plague Barbarian Soldiers as I envision.

But the Tutor has always declined to approve it, leaving me feeling regretful.

If you could get me the materials I need..."

"I will help you, now give me the wand!"

Hog reassured Lame Claw like one might soothe a child.

Lame Claw seemed convinced, and he shuffled out of the room, limping and muttering. A few minutes later, he returned carrying a leather pouch and gave it to Hog.

Hog took it in his hands, opened it, and was instantly delighted. Ten high-quality festival wands were inside, each one a fine piece.

He was extremely pleased.

This drooling, brain-dead Wolf Person in front of him even seemed "cute" in his eyes.

First, Hog put the festival wands away, then he elongated his voice and asked:

"So, what materials do you need? Let’s hear them."

"Are you stupid? We’re near Transylvania. What do you think is a specialty of Transylvania?"

Lame Claw let out a strange laugh, made a scratching motion, his movements stiff and twisted, and he yelled:

"I want the hearts of Vampires, at least three!

With these, I can infuse the miracles filled with the Power of Midnight into my Barbarian Soldier’s bodies. It might not turn the Barbarian Soldiers into Vampire Wolf People, but at least it will equip them with the power to regenerate quickly.

Yes!

My research has reached its final stage.

I want the heart of the Vampire!

Bring them to me, Hog!"

"F**k!"

Hog and Morphy both cursed the madman.

But now that he had what he needed, Hog didn’t really care. He casually responded with a few words then planned to leave. At that moment, Lame Claw’s reminder came belatedly:

"Ah, I forgot to tell you, as the guardian of the high-quality festival wands, I’ve applied my own concocted toxin to prevent them from being stolen by thieves.

Once touched, you will be poisoned, and if you don’t get the antidote within seven days, you’ll become a dependable and efficient Wolf People zombie..."

"?"

Hog turned around in shock.

Behind him, Lame Claw still had the appearance of a small-brained, brain-stem missing creature, his two eyes not even focusing on the same point, while he wiped the uncontrollable drooling with his filthy sleeve and said:

"You’ve touched it, haven’t you? Ha, poor Hog, you’re already poisoned, remember, seven days. Three Vampire hearts.

Otherwise, I’ll have to try to replace it with this piece of junk... Ugh, you probably won’t last, no! You definitely won’t make it."

And now, Hog finally understood why Tear Meat had decided to hide Lame Claw away in the sunless Construct Tower.

This guy was absolutely a madman...

In every sense of the word!