My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1398 - 472. Vampire + Wolf People + Zombie? What kind of Frankenstein monster is this!

Chapter 1398: 472. Vampire + Wolf People + Zombie? What kind of Frankenstein monster is this!

Murphy’s warriors, with the aid of the Treant army, breached the southern side of Plague Town and have already begun a fierce battle with Kenbort, the "Zombie Military Governor" and boss of the Wolf People.

This scene was immediately observed by Tear Flesh in the Wizard Tower.

But it didn’t care, it even seemed completely oblivious to the enemies having infiltrated its lair.

The events of the past few days in Plague Town were unknown to outsiders. Although Tear Flesh and Lame Claw had entirely lost control over the construction tower due to an "overly successful" resurrection ritual, once the King of Bone Biting sealed within it was released when necessary, it would undoubtedly become a nightmare for these Transia People.

Tear Flesh didn’t believe that the Transia People could conquer his town.

Most importantly, having obtained the "Wand of Creation" and having researched it for several days with some progress, Lord Tear Flesh had long lost the mood to continue these "human frivolities" with these Vampire Servants.

The only reason it stayed was to spend some time constructing a new body for Lame Claw before planning to completely withdraw.

The players invaded Plague Town just as Tear Flesh was awakening Lame Claw.

"Stay here!"

Tear Flesh staggered as it shouldered its already packed bag, also carrying a small red bucket filled with various materials it might need after entering the land of creation.

It said to Lame Claw, who was just climbing up from the stitching table and still adapting to its new body:

"I’ll leave all defensive system privileges of Plague Town to you. All the Magicians here are under your command. Help me buy some time here.

Open the construction tower when necessary!

Release my king, whose endless power and hatred for the living will obliterate all enemies of the Wolf People.

I need to make another trip to the land of creation.

I must bring out our Wolf People’s Civilization Slate, it’s said that only with that object can our race have a new emperor.

Lame Claw, you don’t need to hold on here for too long. No matter the situation after three days, take my king and leave! When you leave, activate the self-destruct spell of this Mage Tower and bury all traces of the invading Transia People and this town.

I will wait for you at the end of the swamp leading to the Dark Mountain Range."

"I suggest you don’t go."

Lame Claw’s entire head was stitched onto a "fresh" body of a Jackal Warlock. It seems there was a slight issue with its vocal cords, making its voice very grating to hear.

But the crazy Lame Claw didn’t care about such minor issues.

It staggered to its feet, its head tilted, and said to Tear Flesh:

"You are not lucid now! You think you are rational but you’re crazier than me! You are clearly unable to resist the irresistible desire in your heart, as if an invisible hand is pulling you towards death.

You’ve lost your mind, Tear Flesh.

You are like those foolish Barbarian Soldiers who can’t resist the temptation of fresh meat, swallowing poisoned bait just to satisfy their appetite.

If...

If you insist on going to your death, then first return my life box to me!"

"Why not? What happens after I return it to you?"

Tear Flesh twisted its head and sneered coldly:

"I don’t quite believe that the chaos in the construction tower was just an accident, and I even less believe you didn’t reserve some self-protection measures when resurrecting my king.

That night’s event was your own doing, Lame Claw!

You wanted to use the power of the King of Bone Biting to wipe out me and the explorers, so you could be free and alone enjoy the secrets of the land of creation...

So cunning.

Too bad your little tricks can’t fool me.

The moment I give your life box back to you, the King of Bone Biting would rush into the Wizard Tower and crush me, right?

Don’t forget, you were selected to be my apprentice when you were a child!

Don’t forget, you were taught by me!"

Hearing Tear Flesh expose its tricks, Lame Claw immediately roared in frustration, its strange unfocused eyes spinning as it briefly regained consciousness and shouted:

"But you turned me into a monster!"

"I only gave you power, taught you knowledge; becoming a monster was your own choice! Don’t blame your foolish mistakes on me!"

Tear Flesh roared.

That voice almost burst from every bone in its shriveled body, crying out in a fury of "outraged by non-striving":

"It’s you who drove the entire tribe in the valley into walking corpses! It was you who still didn’t restrain yourself after your punishment, thus attracting the Netherworld Arbiters!

It was me who rescued you from that hopeless situation!

I personally stitched your shattered body bit by bit, I restored your broken mind to madness, I sacrificed ten years of my own life to let you escape the search of the Netherworld Will!

You fool!

I once trained you as a successor, and every step you’ve fallen to now is your own fault! Your reckless actions not only played with your own life, this reckless fool! You also broke the hope I had for the future and the successor I had chosen for our clan...

But I don’t want to talk about this anymore!

You stay here!

You must fend off those damn vampires and their servants; I need time to recover the sacred relic of our tribe.

After this is over, I will return the life box to you!