"You want to completely take over the valley of the Pestilence Clan? You want the Elite Skeleton Army that took the Flesh Tearing Pavilion underlings more than forty years to secretly nurture? Tell me, what do you plan to do with them?"
Murphy asked mildly, making Hog's eyes brighten up.
Ah, truly Sir Morphy!
I had never revealed my true intentions to anyone, yet he pieced together this truth just from scattered information.
"Of course, for the great endeavor of 'God-slaying', my master."
Hog said softly:
"I claim to offer my people another choice, so I cannot behave like those chieftains who disregard human life. I cannot use my followers as mere consumables, and when we attack the Moss Valley in the future, this well-numbered and elite undead army will definitely come in handy.
More importantly, I need to demonstrate the potential of the 'Wise Wolf' faction in this matter.
