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Boboke’s First Narrow Escape – Bonus Update [27/30]

1750: 585.

Boboke’s First Narrow Escape – Bonus Update [27/30]

(Extra chapter for the brother “Little Rag Who Doesn’t Eat Fish” [2/5])

The Military Governor of the “Black Eye Clan,” Boboke, responsible for scouting duties for The Army of Dark Disaster, is now very frustrated.

Don’t mind this name, which isn’t like a Werewolf’s at all, but rather has a peculiar Half-body Man semantic.

It is said that when Boboke was born, his clan had captured an unfortunate Half-body Man adventurer, who, in order to survive, flattered the Chieftain of the clan, who was Boboke’s father, and even named the baby werewolf, thus managing to survive relying on this tactic.

Although the adventurer was stabbed to death by the grown-up Boboke after several years of a savage life, on the bright side, Boboke indeed had a name that “stands out” among the Werewolves, and that night he tasted very fresh “Meat of Wisdom.”

Apart from being a bit old, there’s not much flaw.

In short, Boboke Blackeye is a very formidable hunter with a “noble” background.

Although the Black Eye Clan he hails from isn’t one of the five most powerful clans of the Dark Mountain Range, it is still a mid-tier large tribe.

The young Military Governor was therefore sent out, undertaking an important role in this Dark Disaster.

He was supposed to lead the elite of the Black Eye Clan to charge all the way to the vicinity of the Blackflame Mountain Pass for detailed reconnaissance of that difficult stronghold, and send information back to the Grand Marshal who appeared from Moss Valley.

However, now, Lord Boboke is very agitated.

Because he has consecutively received two detestable news of failures.

“What do you mean by ‘no news’?”

In the temporary camp of the Black Eye Clan, Boboke’s roar echoed inside his tent.

This young Military Governor roared at the two Scout Captains:

“The day before yesterday, three hundred-strong teams went out and didn’t return!

This morning I sent another two hundred-strong cannon fodder teams to check the situation, yet they still didn’t come back!

I just want to know where my soldiers went?

Yet you two tell me you don’t know!

Shouldn’t they have already probed the stronghold of Blackflame Mountain Pass?

Even if they all died, at least a few lucky ones should have run back to report the situation, right?

Although those guys aren’t elite from our clan, just cannon fodder from subsidiary clans, I’ve only got a total of twelve hundred-strong teams!

Damn it, half of my soldiers are just gone, yet they didn’t bring back any useful intelligence!”

As everyone knows, when a werewolf is agitated, it is at its most dangerous, so the berated Scout Captains didn’t respond at all, lest their Military Governor take them as lightning rods for venting.

After Boboke finished roaring, another older Scout Captain finally spoke:

“It’s not that there’s no news at all.

This morning someone saw smoke in the direction of the pass, as if there was a battle, and the timing matches when we sent out the second group of scouts.

But the problem is, that place is not Blackflame Mountain Pass at all.

That’s an unnamed highland, and there’s still some distance to Blackflame Mountain Pass.

Maybe the Blood Clan Vampires stationed there sent out their hunting dogs, blocking our soldiers.

Last night I suggested to you not to be in such a hurry to send more people…”

“Hmm?”

Boboke, displeased, stared at his subordinate in front, yelling:

“So, you mean this is all my fault?”

“No, no, it’s just that those unfortunate fools were unlucky, it has nothing to do with you, but what do we do now?”

The old scout was well-versed in the art of conversation, he changed the topic to ask:

“Although we’ve lost a lot of people, at the very least it proves that the side of Blackflame Mountain Pass is not easy to fight.

While the subsidiary clans aren’t good at combat, they run fast and have Throne Wolves, yet even they couldn’t manage to escape.

I suggest we send a message to our superior, Hurley the Grand Marshal, and ask either the Whip-tail Clan or the Bonebite Clan to send more warriors, and we just wait here for them to join us.”

“That’s right, Military Governor, our clan is originally a dependent on the Whip-tail Clan.

While there’s profit in the Dark Disaster, we need to survive first before we can reap the benefits.”

Another Scout Captain howled twice, advising:

“When the old Chieftain sent you out, he specifically reminded us to be a bit cautious and sneaky.

Whether we can seize anything is secondary, preserving the clan is the most important.

We’ve already lost so many people; we can’t send any more!”

“Dogs!”

The advice from the two Scout Captains made Boboke very angry,

He is a young and courageous werewolf.

The last time a Dark Disaster occurred was in his grandfather’s time.

His father spent a lifetime in mediocrity, but now that he finally caught up with the good era of the Dark Disaster, he should learn from the King of Bone Biting and seize the fertile grounds under the sun for the Werewolves with his blade.

The ambitious Boboke Military Governor clearly couldn’t hear such “weak” discourse from his two subordinates.

He cursed loudly:

“All you can think about is preserving strength, how can the Dark Disaster ever succeed?

The King of Bone Biting failed because other clans wanted to profit without willing to fight to the death with cowardly humans!

Ah!

How can you manage the Dark Disaster properly with worms like you?

If you’re scared, then take your people and go, go back to that old man, I will take the courageous young people from the clan to win glory!

The King Bite Bone and the Whip-tail King will reward me for this.

Get lost!

All of you get lost!

My clan does not need fools like you.”