Being discovered was a trivial matter, but failing to carry out Tear Flesh Chieftain's orders would be a serious issue. The Chieftain's most fanatical corpse puppeteer, Lame Claw, could never have too many test subjects.
In the Pestilence Clan, where internal competition reached terrifying levels, the best fate for someone worthless was to become a "Necromancer."
The Plague Warlocks had already ceased to scold Hog for his stupidity. They huddled together, whispering among themselves, and finally reached an agreement. The Magician who had asked the previous question turned his head and glared at Hog with his one eye, saying fiercely,
"Detour! Take a detour immediately, bypass the Mage Tower and attack the armory and barracks from another direction!
You!
You imbecile who can't get anything right!
If you tell me you haven't even prepared an alternate route, I swear I'll rip out your tongue!"
"There is one! There definitely is, I've prepared two routes for Lord Tear Flesh."
