My Players Are So Fierce

1812: 605.

Open up the layout, my dear Wolf People brothers

1812: 605.

Open up the layout, my dear Wolf People brothers

A day later, the much-delayed but heavily entrusted Military Governor Hurley finally arrived at the original camp of the Filthy Claw clan.

He brought over six thousand elite troops formed by the Whip-tail Clan and various other clans, in addition to the remaining two thousand hyena wolfmen at the camp, making it an absolutely formidable force.

But in the war sequence of Black Disaster mode, this was merely a scouting vanguard.

Logically, after the Filthy Claw clan suffered a terrible defeat, with even their Chieftain losing his life, according to the traditions of the hyena wolfmen, they should have executed a wave of heads to boost morale.

However, Hurley, the Military Governor famous for his strict discipline, surprisingly did not take such measures this time.

Instead, he took advantage of the Chieftain of the Filthy Claw clan’s demise to disrupt and reorganize, drafting the failures of the Filthy Claw clan into his own army as cannon fodder.

While they were highly unlikely to survive the next battle, such “mercy” from an old warrior who made a bloody path through the Dark Mountain Range was indeed rare.

The Military Governor even summoned the former Black Eye Clan Military Governor Boboke Blackeye, now defamed with the nickname “failure,” to his tent.

Unlike the last meeting’s angry rebuke.

This time, Military Governor Hurley was exceptionally “kind” to the anxious Boboke, especially when Boboke presented the head of the Filthy Claw Chieftain and Vam Decapitator that he had “retrieved at the peril of his life,” a fleeting smile flashed on the governor’s furry, grim and large face.

“What a heart-shaking weapon you have here.

Did you say you captured it on the battlefield?”

The governor was a true hyena wolfman warrior.

Any warrior would appreciate a divine weapon.

He caressed the mighty Barbarian Battle Axe with his claws, glanced at the downcast Boboke, and said:

“People in the camp told me you snatched back the Filthy Claw Chieftain’s head from Trania’s madman’s self-destructive tactics, preventing it from facing a worse fate of losing honor after losing life, correct?”

“Yes, Lord Governor.”

Boboke shamelessly replied,

“As the frontline Military Governor appointed by the Filthy Claw Chieftain, I tried to stabilize the situation after Avalon’s divine chosen ones landed on the battlefield, but the weak me was no match for that chosen one, and the False God Vam also sent its messenger.

That vampire was incredibly frightening.

I fought desperately to assist the Filthy Claw Chieftain, but…

In any case, the Filthy Claw Chieftain was good to me, I couldn’t let it be further humiliated by the Transia People.”

These words were spoken with incredible smoothness.

It was almost as if rehearsed beforehand.

Anyone with even a shred of skin would be embarrassed to the point of blushing scarlet from saying such things, but after experiencing life’s many ups and significant falls, Boboke had long learned to face life’s tempests with an uncharacteristic realism for a hyena wolfman.

Simply put, under the enticing of Trania’s silver-tongued hyena wolfman Nash, Boboke found himself sinking deeper into this damned whirlpool.

If he didn’t want to die, he had no choice but to continue thickening his skin.

Of course, Military Governor Hurley knew Boboke was talking nonsense, but he didn’t expose him.

Why expose it?

Though not clear what role Boboke played in the Chieftain of the Filthy Claw’s demise, the fact remained the Filthy Claw Chieftain was dead, and its clan was absorbed by his forces.

As a result, the Whip-tail Clan gained a batch of vital Voodoo Priests, the Claw Chief Mother’s attempt to showcase her prowess on the battlefield utterly failed, and the Pī zhǎo Clan’s “Transylvania Conquest” endeavor was brutally slapped twice by the barbarians from Transylvania before it even started.

Such events were certainly not beneficial for this Black Disaster stance, but not bad news for the Whip-tail Clan, which had long been contending with the Pī zhǎo Clan for territory.

In this sense, the consecutive failures at Blood Flag Heights were terrible indeed, but Military Governor Hurley himself didn’t lose out.

He had already calculated.

The battles that the Pī zhǎo Clan’s vassals failed to win, let him solve them.

Visible truths would prove which clan was more worthy of following, enlarging the Whip-tail Clan’s power again.

Such strategy is quite rudimentary in the human kingdom’s politics, yet considered an impressive thought for hyena wolfmen.

At present, everything was proceeding according to Military Governor Hurley’s plans.

After severely embarrassing the rival clan, the next step was for the Whip-tail Clan to tidy up the grand situation.

However, as Military Governor Hurley carried the Vam Decapitator on his back as his new weapon, he shot a peculiar glance at Boboke standing beside him.

This fellow indeed carried something strange, otherwise, it wouldn’t make sense why every battle involving Boboke would end in a dismal failure, perhaps the rumors in the camp smearing him as a “failure” or “cursed” were not groundless.

Not being a superstitious and ignorant governor, but to be on the safe side…

“Boboke!

Your act of fighting despite repeated defeats showcases your courage.

I retract my prior accusations of you being a coward, for in you, I see the valiance and resilience of the hyena wolfmen.

Therefore, I shall reappoint you as Military Governor.”

Grand Marshal Hurley said in a deep voice,

“But you’re already weary from fighting continuously, so you won’t need to take to the battlefield this time.

Instead, gather the warriors of the Filthy Claw clan and other small defeated clans, and supervise them in the camp.