My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1146 - 388. Raid series 003 "Land of the Rotting Corpses" early reservation

Chapter 1146: 388. Raid series 003 "Land of the Rotting Corpses" early reservation

Hog was poisoned.

A terribly virulent poison that would kill him within seven days without the antidote.

He thought he’d be so upset that he’d cry when he heard the bad news but, in reality, Hog found himself remarkably calm, perhaps because he had long anticipated that it wouldn’t be so easy to obtain such a high-level Psychic Item.

No pain, no gain...

Wait, was he spending too much time with those warriors?

This was clearly not the traditional thinking of the Wolf People! Table flip!

"Don’t worry, it’s just a Vampire’s Heart."

Morphy reminded him in his mind,

"It’s not that rare. To get those Festival wands that can turn into an army in an instant, my warriors would tie up a living Vampire for you, not to mention just their hearts.

And I have a suggestion, Hog, look, you’re poisoned if you take one and you’re still poisoned if you take ten. Since you’re already poisoned,

why not take a few more from Lame Claw?

After all, you may not get another chance."

"Hey, we’re talking about the hearts of your kin here, Sir Morphy. Is it really appropriate to talk about Vampire hearts like you’re discussing pork offal?"

Hog complained bitterly.

But he realized that Morphy’s reminder was very timely.

His scouting mission was complete, and he wouldn’t risk coming to such a dangerous place again, where he could lose his life at any moment. Since it was a one-off deal, he naturally wanted to gain as much as possible.

So the Blood Claw Chief’s eyes darted around, and he stuffed the more than twenty low-quality Festival wands that could control only 10-20 members of the Skeleton Army from the scattered table into his bag. Then, wagging his tail, he raised his head to Lame Claw, whose eyes were rolling in all directions and drooling non-stop, and said:

"I can bring you the Vampire’s Hearts. We’ve fought Vampires before under the command of King Kenbort... but it’s a dangerous job, do you get my drift?

To do this, I might have to sacrifice many elites of the Clan, I know this doesn’t matter to you, but I hope for more assistance, such as more Festival wands?"

"Nope, the Tear Meat Teacher didn’t give me too many."

Lame Claw wiped his mouth and said regretfully,

"Since the last time I commanded my beloved Skeleton Army to tear several Barbarian Soldiers into experimental materials, the Tutor has forbidden me from using them.

But I have some that I secretly made. They aren’t as good as the Tutor’s, and the Festival wands occasionally fail when controlling the Skeleton Army, but when they work, you can control 50!

Yes, when they work properly, there’s no difference from the authentic ones."

"Give them to me!"

Hog said boldly,

"Give me all those uncontrollable Festival wands, and I’ll bring you the Vampire’s Hearts as quickly as possible."

"Alright, I can’t sell them anyway. Others are too cowardly to use my wands. You’re quite brave, Hog, gah gah gah.

Perhaps your bravery would make you an even better test subject than other Wolf People?"

Lame Claw let out another bizarre laugh that sent shivers down Hog’s spine, and quickly brought him a large sack of the crudely made bone Festival wands that hadn’t even been properly finished.

After the Blood Claw Chief had completed his "shopping spree" and turned to leave, Lame Claw suddenly called out to him:

"Have you seen Kenbort die? Do you know what happened to his body?"

"Au, those Blood Servants were going to burn King Kenbort’s body, but he was a Hunting Priest, and the Flames couldn’t burn his Flesh, so I secretly saw those Blood Servants bury his body in a hole."

Hog said, scratching his head,

"Why are you asking about this?"

"What great material!

The number of pure-blooded descendants of the Bonebite Clan like Kenbort in the Dark Mountain Range isn’t large either, and assassins from the Elder Clans have always been trying to eliminate them.

Such a waste!"

The mad Lame Claw exclaimed without restraint,

"The Bonebite Clan fears their unclear deaths, and now with the Black Disaster upon us, the ’King of the Wolf People’ throne remains vacant, and the Clans can’t even select a leader. But Hunters, Barbarian Soldiers, Magicians, and Priests have reached an agreement. They don’t want to see a descendant of the King of Bone Biting ascend to the throne again...

Anyway, I want to experiment with the corpse of a pure-blooded Bonebiter, so bring me Kenbort’s body."

"That’s too dangerous."

Hog instinctively refused,

"Witch Hunters are always guarding that place, and they’ll chop me to pieces if I go there! I’m not gonna provoke those dangerous Witch Hunters, I won’t do it!"

"You’re poisoned already. You have to do it, whether you want to or not!"

Lame Claw rebuked him irritably,

"Don’t you want to live?"

"I do! But I’d rather die comfortably in my lair than be chopped up by Witch Hunters, and my name is still on the Blood Rat Gang’s wanted list!"

Hog refused stubbornly, but this was just a negotiation strategy.

This cunning Wolf Person knew very well that with the Pestilence Clan stuck in the swamp and compelled to find the secret treasure of the King of Bone Biting, Lame Claw couldn’t find a second person to do the body snatching for him.

In other words, the job was his alone!

It was a "seller’s market" now, and he had been poisoned by this bastard. He’d be letting himself down if he didn’t exploit the situation to the fullest.