With the treant army's help, Murphy's warriors had stormed into the southern part of Blighttown and were already locked in a fierce battle with the gnoll BOSS guarding it, the "Zombie Warlord" Kenport.
Ripflesh saw it immediately from the warlock tower.
But it didn't care. It seemed not to notice that the enemy had already breached its lair.
No outsiders knew what had happened in Blighttown over the past few days. Although Ripflesh and Crippleclaw had completely lost control of the construct tower because of an "all too successful" resurrection ritual, the King of Bonechewers sealed inside it would become a nightmare for the people of Transia if released at the right moment.
Ripflesh didn't believe the people of Transia could take its town.
Most importantly, after obtaining the "Staff of Creation" and spending several days studying it, Ripflesh had finally started to make some headway. It no longer had any desire to stay here and keep playing at "the mortal world" with these vampire servants.
The only reason it had stayed was to give Crippleclaw a new body. Once that was done, it planned to leave for good.
The players had chosen a very convenient moment to attack Blighttown: just as Ripflesh was bringing Crippleclaw back to life.
"You stay here!"
Ripflesh hobbled over and hoisted its already-packed travel bag onto its back. It also carried a small red bucket filled with all sorts of materials it might need after entering the Land of Creation.
It spoke to Crippleclaw, who was climbing off the stitching table and still getting used to its new body.
"I'll leave you in control of all the defenses in Blighttown. All the warlocks here will answer to you. Hold them off and buy me some time.
"Open the construct tower if you have to!