My Players Are So Fierce

1136: 384.

From the King of the Forest Clearing to the Swamp Lord_3

1136: 384.

From the King of the Forest Clearing to the Swamp Lord_3

Having said that, Hog rode away on his majestic Seat Wolf, swiftly disappearing into the great beast lair under the arching protection of Nash and a few elite hunters and Barbarian Soldiers.

Cheche and Good Pigeon were left behind, staring blankly at each other.

Cheche complained,

“I was already baited hard by Sir Morphy, but now even the Jackals are baiting me?

The NPCs in this game really do open one’s eyes.”

“But you have to admit, as straightforward and shallow as Hog’s bait was, he drew it very well.”

Good Pigeon squinted and said,

“That Festival Wand!

That thing can definitely enhance our destruction power as Psychics.

If Hog, that Jackal and Wolf rogue, could use it, then so can we, and we can use it even better.

If Hog’s Clan really can sell these things in the future, then it won’t just be hunters grinding for reputation here, Psychics will flock as well.

Speaking of which, hasn’t Meow Meow Shark been grinding Bloodclaw Clan’s reputation recently to learn the secret technique of taming war dogs?

I think we should give him some support, helping him become the first little player to grind Bloodclaw Clan to worship level.

That way, we can be the first to enjoy the perks of this patch update.”

“Great idea!

Let’s go find Meow Meow Shark.”

—

“This way!

Chieftain, this way we can get to your destination faster.”

Hog and his group quickly entered the Polluted Swamp via a little-known path exclusive to the Jackals.

This area, unbearable and stinky for normal people, seemed very comfortable for the Jackals; even the Earth Wolves and Seat Wolves they rode felt some kind of “joy” splashing through the mud and started frolicking around.

As the leader of the Hunting Team, Nash led the way upfront.

Over the past period, it had led Clan Hunters deep into the swamp multiple times and had become quite familiar with the area.

However, Nash knew what Hog was up to today, so during a rest after an hour’s journey, Nash approached, wagging its tail and asked softly,

“Chieftain, are you really planning to risk contact with those dangerous Plague Warlocks?

Could they kill us?

Kenbort, that big fool, isn’t exactly friendly toward us.

He calls us ‘crippled mongrels.’ I guess all the Jackals from the Dark Mountain Range have this arrogant attitude.”

“It’s not about what I want, Nash.”

Hog, while gnawing on some dried deer meat, glanced at the Calculating Pearl hanging on his wrist, shimmering with a direct order from Sir Morphy.

It was an order he couldn’t refuse.

“At first, I thought our Clan would be content staying in the Smuggler’s Forest, but Nash, when I realized that Sir Morphy and his Warriors were preparing to advance into the swamp, I realized that maybe there wasn’t only one path for Bloodclaw Clan, merely hiding in the Woodland.”

Hog enjoyed discussing these issues with Nash.

Not just because Nash had a similar background to him, but also because Nash was smart enough to understand Hog’s thoughts.

The Bloodclaw Chieftain gazed at the swamp ahead, obscured by low-hanging vines and trees, whispering,

“This swamp, Nash, we could own it!

We can build a ‘Kingdom’ of the Bloodclaw Wolf People in this hidden swamp.

It’s more secluded, more fertile.

Humans shun it, but we can thrive here.

It’s nothing short of a divine gift.

The Smugglers’ Forest can hold only so few of our people.

Only by capturing the Polluted Swamp and becoming the ‘Swamp Lord,’ can the Bloodclaw Clan grow stronger.

And you’ve also seen how the Skeleton Army mercilessly attacked us.

Even though they are controlled by the Plague Warlocks, those who should be our kin didn’t care about our life or death…”

Hog snorted and said,

“They’re not even as friendly as Sir Morphy’s Warriors.

So, why not take advantage of their inevitable downfall to gain something substantial for our Clan?”

Nash felt some fear upon hearing the Chieftain’s ambitions.

Although it was intelligent, it did not have the bizarre experiences of Hog or a Vampire to open the door to its ambitions.

Seeing Nash’s fearfully drooping tail, Hog blinked, patted Nash’s shoulder with his paw, and said softly,

“After I lead our people into the swamp, I’ll leave the Smugglers’ Forest to you, Nash.

You can establish your own Clan there…”

“No, I won’t!”

Nash grew more frightened, shrieking,

“I know the story of ‘Nash One.’ The other Clanspeople just think it was bad luck, but I know why it died, Chieftain, I swear by the Master of Hunting!

I will never betray you!”

“Ha, don’t be scared.”

Hog nodded in satisfaction, stood up, and swallowed the deer meat in one gulp, saying,

“Sir Morphy said it well, fear is also a kind of motivation!

So keep up with my steps, or there will be another ‘Nash’ replacing you.

Come on, Plague Town is just ahead.

Let’s get in touch with those arrogant Plague Warlocks nominally under King Kenbort’s leftovers, as if previewing the inheritance we can ‘receive’ from them.”