My Players Are So Fierce

1344: 454.

Hog: You can’t even begin to grasp the joy I get from playing plague!

– [Extra 21/25]

1344: 454.

Hog: You can’t even begin to grasp the joy I get from playing plague!

– [Extra 21/25]

(Warm Wine Farewell bonus chapter [1/5])

“Burp~”

Lord Hog, the Blood Claw Chief, didn’t know that an evil Old Wolf Man in the swamp was shedding crocodile tears for its “demise”, but even if he did know, he probably wouldn’t care.

Because Chief Hog was having a blast at the moment.

Ever since Sir Morphy officially initiated the “Shadow of the Swamp” event, Hog had immediately locked down his Smugglers’ Forest.

He ordered his tribesmen not to casually cross the borders of the forest to the swamp or the Kato area, effectively sealing off his own forces to prevent the dim-witted Barbarian Soldiers from running out and being caught red-handed by either the Plague Warlock or the Goldenrod Vanguard.

After all, the food and provisions his clan had stockpiled during this period were sufficient to last them a very long time, not to mention that since the Skeleton Army in the forest had been enlisted and the Great Swamp Battle had begun, the animals that had originally fled were returning.

Even the swamp’s wild beasts were showing signs of migration, allowing the Bloodclaw Clan’s hunters to bring back plenty of fresh meat every day.

Moreover, the Bloodclaw Clan had been assigned more important duties.

The Transylvanian field hospital was set up near Smugglers’ Forest, a place that needed the Wolf People’s help in guarding and providing cover.

Hog also knew the significance of that location and had thoughtfully arranged its defenses.

He knew that if he or his clansmen were ever unlucky one day, they too would need these doctors to save their lives.

At this moment, above the great den of the Bloodclaw Clan, on a hillock cliff, a roaring bonfire under the evening twilight scattered sparks while a deer on a spit was being rotated by two Jackal Barbarian warriors, and the clever Nash, holding a jar of “secret spices” sent from Crimson Castle, was sprinkling it on the roasting deer.

It was unclear where the chefs at Crimson Castle got this stuff, but when sprinkled on the barbecue, it added a mildly spicy flavor to the already enticing aroma of the grease, causing the nearby Barbarians to uncontrollably sneeze while simultaneously salivating in anticipation of the grand feast once the food was ready.

A group of little Wolf People, who had completed their classes for the day, waited eagerly nearby, dutifully carrying firewood and wagging their tails in anticipation of the nighttime meal.

Chief Hog, the host of the “Barbecue Party”, had already savored the delicacies in advance, eating until his belly was round and continuously burping, then twisting open a bottle of barley wine and guzzling several big gulps.

Although they are called ‘Wolf’ People, they are intelligent beings and omnivores.

While they could live on fresh meat, the Wolf People also occasionally “improve” their meals, with barbecue being their favorite snack, and eating cooked meat is greatly beneficial for dental care.

Of course, the past barbecues definitely didn’t involve such exotic spices as now, so in this regard, Hog was also grateful to Sir Morphy’s warriors for bringing this “otherworldly flavor.”

Not just the Chieftain himself, even his two “guests” for the day found this dining experience indescribably wonderful.

Across from Hog, on a tree stump, Colonel Fraser, who had traveled from Malo Town to the swamp and was resting midway to specifically visit the Wolf People’s clan, was holding a piece of roasted meat with an expression of surprise, curiosity, inquiry, and slight discomfort on his face as he scrutinized everything around him.

On this cliff, only he and Professor Malcolm beside him were humans; the rest were all Wolf People.

Colonel Fraser felt he was probably the first “traveler” outside of Transylvania who had been so warmly welcomed by the Wolf People’s clan, like the protagonist in some bizarre tale who stumbles into a secluded place and is treated like a VIP by the local natives.

This scene indeed gave the Colonel an unreal feeling; he thought if he were an anthropologist studying barbarian tribes, he would be ecstatic at this moment.

However, due to certain stereotypes, he was still reluctant to eat the roasted deer meat personally sliced for him by Hog, even though he knew it was cut from a deer.

He always felt as though the piece he held was “mysterious meat.”

After all, in all human legends, Wolf People are known as the bloodthirsty, maneating image.

After staring at the roasted meat in his hand for a long time, the Colonel still couldn’t convince himself to taste it.

He excused himself by claiming not to be hungry and praising the virtues of fasting.

With a friendly smile, he then handed the piece of meat to the eager little Wolf People beside him.

They joyfully took it and turned to run, but when Chief Hog snorted across from him, the little Wolf People immediately braked, turned around, and sincerely thanked Colonel Fraser before trotting off.

Chief Hog nodded in satisfaction, which demonstrated that his recent education of the clan’s younglings was rather exceptional.

This bizarre scene also left Colonel Fraser marveling.

He had a feeling that in his next volume of memoirs about the swamp, the story of the Bloodclaw Clan of Wolf People would definitely become another chapter that would win the acclaim of King Louis and his ministers.

Maybe this was also one of the reasons Professor Malcolm personally invited Colonel Fraser to visit the Wolf People’s clan?

“I never imagined that Wolf People could sit together with humans so harmoniously and share a meal.”

Colonel Fraser took out a handkerchief to wipe the grease from his fingers, pondering how to describe his incredible journey, then said to Professor Malcolm beside him, who was cautiously tasting the roasted deer meat: