My Players Are So Fierce

1771: 591.TMD!

How did the Wolf People turn into what they are now!_3

1771: 591.TMD!

How did the Wolf People turn into what they are now!_3

Right, let that foolish Boboke be their guide!

Consider it his chance to redeem himself.”

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“It’s all your fault!

It’s all your fault!

Damn it, you misled me into thinking I must use battle merits to wash away my failures.

Now I’m doomed!

Military Governor Hurley stripped me of all my honors, and it’s all because of you, you cursed crippled scum!”

In Boboke’s private tent, after being savagely whipped, Boboke clutched a knife, eyes bloodshot, and shouted at the hooded figure in front of him, who was leisurely savoring Dark Mountain Range jerky:

“I’ll kill you!”

“Kill me if you want, poor Boboke, but you know without my analysis of the situation, your foolish mind would’ve been outsmarted and driven out to die by those cunning Military Governors long ago, not to mention getting some makeshift troops from them.”

Nash, who was staying in Boboke’s tent under the guise of a “prisoner” from the Black Eye Clan, was not fazed at all.

The Blood Claw Chief followed His Excellency “Wise Wolf” across Transylvania, having seen the world in the Swamp Battle.

Coupled with Nash’s naturally cunning mind, honed by Hog’s teachings, dealing with the reckless and naive young werewolf was no challenge.

It let out a werewolf’s annoying laugh, stuffing the tough jerky into its mouth and chewing as it said:

“If it weren’t for me bringing you those treasures to bribe the other Military Governors into putting in a good word for you, do you think you would’ve survived today?

We Transylvania werewolves know the best outcome of such a mess is execution, but you’re still alive!

Boboke, come on, put down your knife, stop scaring people, you’re not good at this.

Though indeed reckless, you’re not stupid.

I don’t believe that after so many days, you haven’t figured it out.”

“Hmph, I don’t understand what you’re saying!”

Boboke threw down his waist knife, sat aside with a distressed face, flicking his tail and wallowing in self-pity, while Nash stood up and quietly appeared beside Boboke after a shadow walk.

The Blood Claw Chief whispered:

“You’re just pretending to be clueless because you’re scared.

You know very well the tribes you’ve sent to die these past few days aren’t under the Whip-tail Clan’s thrall.

You know those cunning Whip-tail Military Governors are using your hand to eradicate dissent.

You know everything, but you just don’t dare to speak up.

Hahaha, they say us werewolves are stupid and barbaric on the Continent, but look at these guys, they scheme as well as any other race.

Clearly, our civilization is silently progressing, and Wise Wolf Lord’s prophecies are evidently correct.

Listen to me, Boboke!

You don’t need to be afraid.

Hurley pretends to insult you as a fool, but in reality, it thinks you’ve done well.

The Whip-tail Clan can protect you, provided you show more of your value…

Hmm?

Someone’s coming outside, I’ll hide for now, you handle it.”

After speaking, Nash vanished into the shadows with a swish.

As a senior member who followed Hog to join the Blood Rat Gang, this marvelous Shadow Flee was personally taught by Miss Doris.

Boboke ran out of the tent himself, and a few minutes later, he returned, looking defeated.

He gazed at the beast hide order in his hand, gritting his teeth and saying:

“Damn it!

They’re sending me to die!

They want me to guide the Filthy Claw clan to Blood Flag Heights, and they said if I dare flee again, they’d take my head.

Damn beast!”

“Boboke!

Use your brain!”

Nash scolded from the side:

“Think about where the Filthy Claw clan comes from?”

“The Filthy Claw clan…

it’s an affiliate of the Pī zhǎo Clan…

Ah, I get it!”

Boboke immediately clenched his claws, and Nash appeared at that moment, laughing wildly and flicking its tail like a dwarf standing next to a giant, advising Boboke:

“See, Hurley immediately recognized your ‘value’, my dear Boboke, don’t be afraid, do what you’ve been best at these past few days!

Lead the Filthy Claw clan to the Transia Barbarians, and your task will be complete.

Of course, if you just do that, you might survive.

But if you want Hurley to appreciate you, you need to do something to show your loyalty to the Whip-tail Clan.”

Nash took a small bottle from its waist, stuffed it into Boboke’s hand, and said:

“This is venom extract taken from the Swamp Giant Snake.

Apply it to your blade, and with just one precise backstab, you can rid the Whip-tail Clan and Hurley, the Grand Marshal, of a nuisance.

I trust you know where your blade should aim.

Trust me, Boboke, haven’t I been helping you all these days?

We’re already friends.”

But Boboke’s eyes darted around, and he handed the poison bottle back to a surprised Nash and said:

“Since we’re friends, it should be normal for me to ask you to do this, right?

Isn’t assassination what assassins are best at?”

“Alright!

I knew you were up to big things!”

Nash grinned, revealing a sinister smile under its hood, and said:

“But think it through, Boboke, I’m the most loyal and brave chief under Wise Wolf Lord.

If you ask me for help, it means you must also serve Wise Wolf Lord’s cause.”

“You do it first!

I’ll think about it later, damn it, I haven’t even seen your so-called Wise Wolf, nor do I know what it wants…”

Boboke shouted irritably:

“I used to think it was boring when my dad talked about the conflicts between Whip-tail and Split Claw, but I didn’t expect I’d have to rely on my old man’s words to survive one day.

Damn!

This isn’t the warrior life I imagined!

Shouldn’t werewolves settle scores with might and valor?

The beautiful traditions left by the King of Bone Biting have been ruined by these vermin!

If I ever become the Grand Marshal, I’ll sweep away these politics-playing vermin!

I’ll bring back the pure and valiant era for the werewolves made cunning and corrupt!”

“Hmm, Boboke, have some confidence, I believe you can become the Grand Marshal.”

Nash enticed softly:

“Wise Wolf Lord is a generous leader, as long as you work diligently, becoming merely a Grand Marshal is no big deal.

But now I’m more interested in your father, who had insights into the hidden conflicts of the Elder Clan.

If you survive this, bring Wise Wolf Lord to meet him.

I believe he might be the ‘local strategist’ our lord needs.”