My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1258 - 425. The ferryman of the Wolf People on the Styx River has been renamed Hog as of today_2

Chapter 1258: 425. The ferryman of the Wolf People on the Styx River has been renamed Hog as of today_2

These skeleton soldiers were even more formidable than the previous elite ones.

The undead magicians of the Jackal People had reinforced them with thick bone armor and weapons tainted with vile, deadly poison. Most importantly, this was a fully-equipped skeleton army—with personnel matching the equipment.

From infantry to archers, skeleton mages, and cavalry, everything was included. There were even carrion birds flying overhead as scouts. Aside from the eight Plague Warlocks and twelve necromancers protected at the core of the skeleton army, there was also a conspicuously present "zombie giant."

Well, these fellows were actually the undead version of the Bone Biter Barbarian Soldiers.

It was unclear what had gone wrong, but during Hog’s "baiting and killing" of those Bone Biter soldiers who had serious grievances against it, a "mutiny" also seemed to have occurred in the town of Pestilence.

Anyway, there were no longer any living Bone Biter Barbarian Soldiers left there; the magicians of the Pestilence Clan had turned them all into even more powerful and more loyal Jackalman zombies.

It was hard to say whether this involved Lame Claw’s urgent need for "test subjects," but Hog felt undoubtedly that it was deeply involved in the matter.

It was Hog who had ignited the hidden conflict between the Bone Biter soldiers and the Plague Warlocks, but for a future filled with misdeeds waiting for Hog, this was just a trivial trial.

It was now leading the way with extreme caution.

With the powerful army behind it, they moved towards the human munition factory and barracks in the Andma Hills. According to the orders from the Tear Flesh Chieftain, they must destroy such strategic locations to hinder the enemy’s momentum.

The nearly three-thousand-strong Skeleton Army moved almost silently under the cover of night, as if in "silent mode." The chilling Plague Warlocks even used their Spiritual Energy to cast a secretive moving barrier for the army.

From this, one could see the degree to which the Dark Mountain Jackals were "rich in martial virtue." Even for what they considered a "minor attack," they made sure to use Spiritual Energy wisely.

By contrast, the skirmishes of the local Jackal People seemed completely ineffectual.

Hog couldn’t help but criticize inwardly; the Dark Mountain Jackals had their reasons for looking down on these "foreign Jackal People."

The two groups shared almost no similarities at any level.

Lately, Hog had been getting close to Lame Claw and had heard from the mentally unusual Lame Claw that some Jackal Generals in the Dark Mountain Range had even suggested distinguishing the glorious Dark Mountain tribes from the other Jackal People outside.

They had devised an insulting new name for the Jackals from the outside.

They wanted to call all Jackal People besides themselves "Hyenas" to denote the difference.

As for what a "Hyena" was, Hog was not sure at the moment. Transylvania had no such strange creatures, but it could tell from wagging its bald tail that it definitely wasn’t a compliment.

"We’re almost there, my lord!"

After marching for five hours, Hog, sitting on its Throne Wolf, took a sip of water with honey and pulled out a leather map to pretentiously inspect under the torchlight before sycophantically saying to the Magician leader "Plague Tooth" next to it:

"Just over the hill ahead, and we’ll officially enter the territory of the Andma Hills—that will be the last stretch of the Smugglers’ Forest. The munition factory of the Transia People is nearby, and the barracks discovered by my children belonging to the Ceylan People are even further. It will take another day’s march to get there."

"Hmm."

Plague Tooth nodded coldly.

It couldn’t be bothered to talk more with Hog, partly because of its arrogance, and partly because it had accidentally burnt off its own tongue while learning Plague Spells.

It couldn’t say much even if it wanted to.

However, twenty minutes into their continued march, Plague Tooth’s expression suddenly changed.

This Magician leader, mounted on a tall Throne Wolf, lifted the sinister Bone Staff in its hand, issuing a command that halted the three-thousand-strong Skeleton Army all at once. This action made Hog shrink its head.

Other magicians hurried over to join Plague Tooth.

They realized that something was wrong and, after communicating through the resonance of Spiritual Energy, another magician, blind in both eyes, took up a whip and lashed it harshly at Hog, scolding:

"You mongrel! Why didn’t you report that there is a Vampire Mage Tower ten kilometers straight ahead?"

"Eh?"

The stunned Hog asked blankly:

"What’s a ’Mage Tower’? My children told me there was a bizarre building there. They thought it was an abandoned barn or a human windmill, which looks nothing like the Wizard Tower of the Blood Claw Chief!"

"F***!"

This infuriating response from Hog perfectly fit its image as a "dimwitted sycophant" which it had crafted for itself, leaving the questioning Jackal Warlock in utter despair.

Honestly, it was difficult to discern despair on a face that had been numbed by exposure to toxins over a long time, but the evidence was clear.

After scouting with the carrion birds, the Jackal Warlocks had realized the severity of the issue.

A small Mage Tower stood before them!

If a Vampire Psychic resided there, it would mean their army of this size could never cross without alerting them.

The presence of a Psychic in a Mage Tower made a world of difference, and even those experienced Pestilence Warlocks did not dare to act rashly.