My Players Are So Fierce

1696: 567.

The Three of Us!

– Additional Update for the “Huo Zheng Ting Hao” Brother [9/30] _2

1696: 567.

The Three of Us!

– Additional Update for the “Huo Zheng Ting Hao” Brother [9/30] _2

This peculiar power reminds me of the praise for the King of Bone Biting within our clan.

You!

Hog from Transylvania, have you taken up the banner of the King of Bone Biting?

Under your vampire master’s arrangement, are you going to become the new king of the Wolf People?”

“Heh, the old coffin board is quite insightful!”

Hog, this bastard, doesn’t respect the old at all.

It sat cross-legged in the tent, letting out a mocking laugh characteristic of the Wolf People, as it stroked the special chained box beside it, saying:

“That’s right!

I’ve taken up Lord Felix’s banner, and I’ve become my clan’s representative of civilization and protector of the race, but I won’t become the king of the Wolf People.

The Wolf People cannot have a king, otherwise many will lose sleep.

Now my nickname is ‘Wise Wolf.’

I have learned our clan’s dark fate from Lord Felix, and my journey into the Dark Mountain Range is to break this desperate future and, with my claws, bring a bright tomorrow for our clan!”

“Haha, your so-called tomorrow, is it to make our mighty clansmen follow you as dogs for vampires?

To beg for scraps at Murphy’s feet merely to get a few bones?”

Tear Flesh rebuked:

“You self-deprecating fool!

Even though you’ve received wisdom and power granted by the heavens, you have no idea how to use them.

You’ll be utterly defeated, I assure you.

Why did fate choose you?

Damn it!

You’re entirely unfit to be a leader; the strength and unyielding courage that the Wolf People pride themselves on, you have not inherited at all!”

“Look what your prideful strength and courage have done to you?”

Hog has such thick skin.

It simply won’t falter due to Tear Flesh’s rebuke.

Instead, it casually told Tear Flesh the latest alarming news it learned about the corrupted Master of Hunting.

Even amidst Tear Flesh’s existence as a detached spirit, the revelation incited a tumultuous reaction, with ghostly flames dancing in its eyes.

As the sorcerer most adept in spiritual energy and voodoo within the Dark Mountain Range, it fully understood the calamity descending upon the Wolf People once the fallen Master of Hunting emitted its first cry in the subspace.

The faith that binds the Wolf People to their god seals their fate, and once the root is corrupted, it’s only a matter of time before the Wolf People are trampled into the mire.

Moreover, Hog said this news comes from the King of Bone Biting, and Tear Flesh is well aware that the belief in the Master of Hunting originally took shape after the rise of the King of Bone Biting.

That Wolf People king used rather brutal means, employing faith as a tool to unify the various clans of the Wolf People, and if even it claims the Master of Hunting is about to fall, then the news cannot be false.

“Damn it!”

Tear Flesh cursed:

“That Evil God’s domain includes ‘hunting,’ ‘massacre,’ and ‘war.’ The slaughter unleashed by the Wolf People during the fourth Black Disaster has already nourished it, and once this Black Disaster escalates into widespread war, the Master of Hunting is bound to be born smoothly.

There’s not much time left for you, Hog.

If the King of Bone Biting believes you can shoulder such a responsibility, then you must act immediately!

I could give my clan to you; they would guide you into the Moss Valley, where you must destroy the shrine of the Master of Hunting and kill its priests to sever its connection with Wolf People civilization.

It’s difficult, but you must do it.”

“Not ‘I’!”

Hog shook its head.

It squinted its eyes, revealing a cunning wisdom as it stared at the spirit Tear Flesh before it, saying:

“It’s ‘we’!

I came here specifically to meet you not just to mock your failure, Tear Flesh, but if I am to enter the Dark Mountain Range and attack the Master of Hunting, a sufficiently reputable Wolf People must assist me.

You and your clan are among the best at using spiritual energy and voodoo in our race.

Though I believe you still lack wisdom, I must admit the Pestilence Clan is currently the most enlightened Wolf People.

All I have now is a heavy mission, but the King of Bone Biting’s majesty and injunctions aren’t enough to stop our people’s foolishness.

I must come up with a practical solution.

I need your help; I need to use the Pestilence Clan as a base to establish my faction within the Jackal Camp, so only then can I ensure our clan’s survival post-conflict without facing retribution.”

“You want to create division?”

Tear Flesh, once the Chieftain of Pestilence, immediately realized Hog’s intentions.

It rebuked:

“You fool!

You want to divide our clansmen into two factions?

You talk about enlightenment, but aren’t you simply leading our people to surrender to the civilized camp?

You will destroy our last unity!”

“What unity do you have!”

Hog immediately mocked:

“If the Wolf People clans within the Dark Mountain Range were truly united, you, the Pestilence chieftain, wouldn’t have been exiled to the Polluted Swamp.

If they were united, even after the death of the King of Bone Biting, a second Wolf People king would’ve been elected within a hundred years.

The situation there can’t even be elevated with the term ‘warlordism.’

Lord Felix single-handedly brought our Wolf People a semblance of civilization, but after its death, you worthless bunch regressed back to clan-system infighting.

Division again…

Bah!

You, wagging your tail and begging at dusk, have no right to call me a traitor.

At least my allegiance to Master Murphy can actually provide our people with a true domain.

What good did your pleas at dusk bring you?