My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1254 - 424. It’s time to give the bad neighbors a dose of strength.

Chapter 1254: 424. It’s time to give the bad neighbors a dose of strength.

"What did you say? Transia has begun large-scale defense line construction outside the swamp?"

In the midst of the Pestilence Clan town in the Polluted Swamp, the Jackal Warlock Tear Flesh, who was very dissatisfied with being disturbed from his contemplations by a sudden event, was stunned after hearing the news brought by the slight Jackal Tribe Chief Hog.

The old and cunning evil magician squinted his eyes, and under his cold scrutiny, he said to Hog,

"The idiocy of Vampire Lord Murphy sending Jackalmen and Gnoll prisoners of war to dig trenches outside the swamp has been under our observation. No one is fooled by this—it is but a pathetic resistance to the Black Disaster.

Similar incidents have happened many times before, but each time their pathetic defense lines prove to be no use before the invincible Jackal army.

There’s absolutely no reason for you to be so surprised, you fearful wretched thing! I guess you’re nearly scared to death, but didn’t Lame Claw give you more than enough Skeleton Warriors to protect your pitiful woods?"

"It’s different this time, Sir! It really is different!"

Hog, who was "forced into business," played the part of a terrified Jackal scared witless by war to a tee.

He wailed and cried out to Tear Flesh,

"Before, they were only digging trenches, but now soldiers have been stationed there, Sir Tear Flesh! The misfortunes of my clan saw with their own eyes the terrifying Winged Cavalry appearing in formations near that battle line, and even more infantry from the People’s Army were being deployed, but this is not the most important!

The people of Transia are few, and no matter how capable they are in battle, they cannot match your powerful Undead forces.

But this time, it’s not just the Transians!

There are those who bear the emblem of the Golden Flower!

Those warmongers who have been hammering down on the Transians for the past few years, I have personally led my people to stealthily cross the border at night to steal meat; I have seen with my own eyes how those humans slaughter their own kin.

They seem to be choosing a district near the swamp to establish a camp.

Right there in the Andma Hills, those Ceylanese command a terrifying large army, and my offspring couldn’t even count how many there were—they were so vast that they might even outnumber the legions under King Kenbort.

Sir Tear Flesh, you must believe me; this situation truly is different.

If it weren’t really serious, with my cowardice, would I dare to come here and disturb your important affairs?"

"Hmm?"

Hearing Hog’s wailing, Tear Flesh, who hadn’t been very concerned, also felt a pang of alarm. Listening to this fellow’s confused description, could it be that the regular army of the Goldenrod Kingdom had moved into Transia?

Hmm...

Indeed, this was troublesome.

Compared to the restoration needed in Transia, the increasingly powerful Goldenrod Kingdom was seen by the Jackal Generals as a very formidable opponent.

If these people really set up camp near the swamp, then the sacred mission his Pestilence Clan was undertaking would inevitably face a tremendous challenge.

And the timing of this event was off.

Tear Flesh was assembling a massive legion to subjugate the territory of a powerful legendary beast deep within the Polluted Swamp, things were nearly ready, but if faced with enemies on both sides now...

"You!"

The Jackal Warlock made a quick decision, raising his chilling and deathly pale slender nails, pointing at Hog and saying,

"You go and stop them!"

"Ah? Me?"

Hog was completely flabbergasted.

This decision was not in the plans he and Sir Murphy had, and Hog immediately clung to Tear Flesh’s legs, crying and sniveling as he screamed,

"No! I can’t do it! Sir, my weak clan and I stand no chance against those crazed humans with their muskets and cannons—we will be slaughtered. By the Master of Hunting!

Sir Tear Flesh, I have been serving you faithfully all this time, I haven’t done anything to let you down, you can’t just abandon us."

"You cowardly fool!"

Hog’s performance was so clumsy that Tear Flesh wanted to kick this weakling.

No wonder the Jackalmen from the Dark Mountain range had no respect for Jackalmen from other places. How could such cowardly and fearful things be worthy of the Master of Hunting’s gift of power?

But precisely because Hog’s performance almost perfectly matched their impression of Jackalmen from outside the Dark Mountain, Tear Flesh’s wariness toward this Blood Claw Chief became even more lax.

The Warlock kicked him away lest the creature soil his long robe and coldly chastised him with a cold tone:

"Behave more impressively! I’m not sending you to your death; your small group couldn’t even deplete their supply of cannonballs. I will send a few Plague Warlocks and Necromancers with a detachment of Skeleton Warriors to your woods.

You don’t need to participate in the war, you just need to provide them with enough information.

Didn’t you boast that you have been deeply rooted in the area for many years and have connections with Jackal Tribe settlements all over Transia?"

"Ow, of course I have many informants, Sir Tear Flesh."

As soon as he heard he wouldn’t have to be cannon fodder, Hog immediately relaxed. He revealed a cunning smile, trying to ingratiate himself as he rubbed his paws together and said to Sir Tear Flesh,

"I’ve already got a good grasp on the whereabouts of the Goldenrod People’s camps. From my woods, you can quickly pass through, and it will only take two days to catch them unawares. Your powerful subordinates could even cross the border into East Prussia and directly attack the big base of those Ceylanese. I’ve heard that because of the war, so many there have died!