My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1354 - 457. The feeling of getting infinitely close to the truth is really frustrating - Additional updates [24/25]_2

Chapter 1354: 457. The feeling of getting infinitely close to the truth is really frustrating - Additional updates [24/25]_2

Tear Flesh couldn’t reveal the creator’s secrets to his own disciples, but coming up with a lie was no trouble at all for him. With a flick of his eyes, he said with a sorrowful face,

"My king, in his final moments, fought a fierce battle with the Swamp Giant Snake. His most loyal sons of the hunt accompanied him to the end—it was an epic and intense fight. My king’s arms were lost on this battlefield, so we must stay here to recover my king’s personal effects.

No one knows where those legendary weapons were lost, but it is now your responsibility to do so."

Tear Flesh coughed, pounded his waist, and assumed a frail posture as he gathered the remains of the King of Bone Biting and said,

"I am old; retrieving my king’s remains has been enough for me to enter the decision-making circle of Moss Valley. I am content with grasping the final outcome of my life. However, the leadership of the Pestilence Clan still remains unresolved.

I cannot pick a suitable person from among you excellent successors. How about this?

We will use this mission to recover the relics as the criterion for judgment. Whoever retrieves my king’s legendary arms will be appointed as the next Chieftain of the Pestilence Clan and I will resolutely support the one who recovers the weapons to inherit the king’s power!

I swear to the Master of Hunting that I will honor my promise today!

Therefore, my disciples, I urge you to hurry. Our work in the Polluted Swamp is just one step away from completion.

We will leave here forever with the precious items, and those jesters from Transia will never know what we found in the swamp. I am tired of dealing with their pointless wars, but I am willing to give you a chance to prove yourselves.

Thirty days!

I will give you one month!

Whether or not you find those legendary items, I will destroy Pestilence Town and withdraw."

Tear Flesh’s promise sparked a gleam in the eyes of the surrounding young Jackal Warlocks.

Of course, they didn’t believe this old coot would keep his promise, but they didn’t care—they had received a promise from Tear Flesh, which was as good as a "strong claim."

They exchanged looks, planning to paralyze this old but still powerful Old Deng by initially following Tear Flesh’s orders, then secretly amassing power to execute a coordinated strike, planning to kill the old man here.

Since returning the remains of the King of Bone Biting to the Dark Mountain Range would garner a reward, why couldn’t they be the recipients?

However, they needed to plan carefully; Tear Flesh was old but not easy to deal with. Before taking real action, they had to put on a submissive demeanor that would put the old man at ease.

Minutes later, Tear Flesh’s Bipedal Dragon pierced through the dense fog of the Swamp Forbidden Area, heading back towards Pestilence Town. The Old Wolf Man sitting in the saddle caressed the body bag beside him, his cloudy eyes flashing with a cold determination.

He knew exactly what his disciples were planning.

However, these ambitious fools didn’t yet know about the deal he had struck with the explorers. None of the Jackal Warlocks in Pestilence Town would leave alive.

Since these guys had been promised to the explorers as cannon fodder, before that guy took over, he might as well fully utilize the virtue of thrift and use them up in a final "waste utilization."

"Search, go and search, find the message left to us descendants by my king. I believe the King of Bone Biting hid all his plans within.

I believe our king left something powerful enough to overturn the Continent."

Tear Flesh roared in his heart:

"My king fell in the land of creation; it was a holy arrangement by the creator! It is destined that the great power hidden in this swamp should fall into the hands of the Wolf People and become the source of power for our rise! Neither the Transia People nor the Twilight will take our secrets.

Only the true successor of the King of Bone Biting is worthy of obtaining everything!

I may be old.

But I will not stand by and watch the hope of our people fall astray. Black Disaster sounds terrifying but four consecutive failures have proven that Black Disaster cannot help our people rule the Continent; we need a stronger force to support our conquest.

Hmph.

I will make one last contribution for my race..."

He looked down at the body bag in his hands, and after a few seconds of silence, Tear Flesh said softly,

"I’m sorry, Your Majesty; I thought bringing back your bones would be enough to reunite our people, but at the site of your demise, I have witnessed the great power of the creator, and I realize the message you wanted to pass to us, the unworthy descendants.

Regardless of what you left in that land of creation, I will bring it back to the Dark Mountain Range!

So, please forgive my audacity, but I ask you to fight one last time for your people."

Tear Flesh had made a decision destined to be difficult and dangerous, but he had no regrets or hesitation.

As the Bipedal Dragon approached Pestilence Town, Tear Flesh issued a command through the special connection among the magicians to Lame Claw, who was idling in the construct tower:

"Lame Claw, clean up your laboratory! Prepare all the materials for the Necromancy Awakening ceremony; I need you as my assistant to complete a Necromancy Awakening."

"Ah?"

Startled by the sudden command, Lame Claw let out a surprised howl and said:

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