Chapter 1803: 602. Warning! Warning! Meteor strike detected en route! _2
Why am I fighting with a dead person?
“Once we level the heights of the Transia people, the road to the Blackflame Mountain Pass will be clear.”
In the chieftain’s camp, Chieftain Dirty Claw whispered:
“But the defenses of that position are terrifying, the Gnolls’ underground digging cannot escape the Earth Priest of the dwarves, so how can our great Matriarch take it?”
“Of course, she won’t have your clan act as cannon fodder, Dirty Claw, rest assured. The Matriarch is always generous to her own,”
An old Split Claw priest responded:
“The Matriarch has prepared powerful weapons for this battle, and we are still ‘persuading’ the stubborn Pestilence Clan to join us. Once that clan, skilled in controlling the undead, is at our disposal, breaking through the Blackflame Mountain Pass will be child’s play.
I heard those foolish humans and vampires buried the remains of the last Black Disaster beneath the land and even made a cemetery for those so-called ‘warriors.’
Ha, truly seeking their own demise.”
“But the Pestilence Clan won’t yield easily.”
Chieftain Dirty Claw frowned and said:
“I have some acquaintance with Old Tear Flesh; that guy would rather rely on the Bonebite Clan than respond to the Matriarch’s goodwill. Now Tear Flesh is missing, but his clansmen are as stubborn as he is.”
“That’s not for you or me to worry about, Dirty Claw. First, let’s take down that stronghold that has caused us Gnolls to lose face.”
The old Split Claw priest said gloomily:
“According to your request, we have prepared a legion-level formula. The War Meteor Skill, traditionally used to destroy fortresses, will now be used on that small highland. Once you give the command, the place will be crushed within minutes.
But I cannot fathom why send over a thousand people to their death?”
“They’re not our people.”
Dirty Claw said dismissively:
“They are stragglers from a previously failed attack, members of some insignificant clans that not even the Whip-tail Clan wants! The lives of failures are meaningless in the Dark Mountain Range; ridding ourselves of these cowards is key to making Gnolls great again.
Besides, the Matriarch’s command is for the Split Claw Clan and vassal clans to solely share the spoils of Transia and the continent.
I’m just following the Matriarch’s orders.”
“You’re just venting.”
That old priest astutely said:
“Your clan has sustained heavy losses, so you wish the same misfortune upon others, Dirty Claw. The Matriarch’s dislike for you is not without reason. Your heart is as narrow and malicious as a rat’s, limiting your achievements.”
“Say what you will, I am loyal, and the Matriarch will see my contributions. Go prepare, I’ll join you shortly.”
Chieftain Dirty Claw issued a dismissal order, and several Split Claw priests left the tent. When only Dirty Claw remained, the cold and despondent Gnoll chieftain took out that peculiar pendant from his neck.
He stared at the pendant, and after a long silence, he said:
“According to your orders, Lord Origin, this land is now filled with fresh corpses and despairing pain. What should I do next?”
“Wait.”
Origin’s indifferent voice emanated from the pendant, saying:
“Once the Split Claw Clan enters the Blackflame Mountain Pass, activate the item I gave you. Use the despair and pain accumulated at Blood Flag Heights as a key to awaken the sleeping undead beneath the mountain pass. The relentless hatred emerging from the ground will shred everything on the battlefield, and the arrogant Claw Chief Mother will perish there.
Her clan left behind will fall under your control, opening the path to Transylvania.
I have ready everything for you in Westerburg, Dirty Claw. You’ll be the guide of the Netherworld Army, leading the dead to breach Crimson Castle, kill Murphy, and annihilate the Blood Vulture Clan.
But you must not harm Lady Triss.
Of course, with your pathetic capabilities, you wouldn’t be able to harm her.
The Crimson Witch has deviated from her destiny. You are the card I play to draw her back.”
“I can’t understand, but I won’t try to,”
Chieftain Dirty Claw said softly:
“I’m just curious how many people like me are there in the Split Claw Clan?”
“Not as few as you think,”
Origin’s voice gradually faded, saying:
“But if you succeed, you’ll be the only one. Embrace the twilight, vile one, and in the journey of destruction, you’ll acquire everything you desire.”
Dirty Claw laughed coldly.
He didn’t believe in Origin’s promise, but trying would cost him nothing.
As a former member of the Split Claw Clan, he knew that the narrow-hearted Claw Chief Mother, disliking him, expelled him from the clan and nominally gave him a weak clan to govern, a terrifying humiliation, but it didn’t matter.
Why be angry with a dead person?
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“Brother Meow! The Gnolls are advancing again, this time there are many, densely packed.”
In the afternoon, the student group quickly brought the news.
Brother Meow immediately appeared on the watchtower, having Yan Song cast an Eagle Eye Skill on him, allowing him to clearly see a large group of Gnolls shouting and rushing into the battle zone.
But this time their formation was very chaotic, utterly disorganized.
“Why does it feel like another ragtag army? Apart from their numbers, there’s no pressure from elite units. Did the developers think the last battle was too brutal, so they lowered the intensity?”