My Players Are So Fierce

1813: 605.

The pattern needs to open up, my dear Wolf People brothers_2

1813: 605.

The pattern needs to open up, my dear Wolf People brothers_2

“When it’s time for them to go to the battlefield, I will send someone to contact you.”

“Ah, this…”

Boboke felt a wave of fear, thinking the Military Governor Hurley was going to use him as cannon fodder again.

But the next moment, the Grand Marshal stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and said:

“Don’t be afraid, just stay in the main camp.

After this battle, you can go home.

Your father contributed 2,500 elite hunters to the clan.

The old Chieftain has seen the loyalty of the Black Eye Clan, and of course, you are qualified to share in my victory.

I will send you back home with news of victory, and you will bring glory to your old father and your clan.

Alas, he is indeed getting old.”

With that, the Grand Marshal wagged his tail and left the tent to inspect the troops.

They were soon to launch the final attack on that damned Blood Flag Heights…

uh, now it should be called the Blood Flag Pit.

That place no longer had the advantage of high ground, and all the lines of defense set by the Transia People, as well as the bunkers cast with Fossil into Mud, had been flattened.

The Grand Marshal was fully confident that a strong charge could wipe out the tough Transia fighters stationed there.

But these guys are a bit suspicious.

Although Hurley was always in the rear, he had heard about the front-line situation.

Facing the weird Transia People again with the clan’s elites seemed a bit risky.

Therefore, this time the Grand Marshal decided to adopt the strategy of the previous Filthy Claw clan.

In any case, there were still voodoo Priests supported by the Pī zhǎo Clan, so he planned to use the decisive Meteorite Skill to crush those Transia People and then push through this worthless terrain before they could regroup, advancing the front line to Blackflame Mountain Pass and completing the final assembly there.

Then his work would be over!

All that was left would be to carry the old Chieftain’s order, stand by, and admire how the Pī zhǎo Clan would smash their heads against that position.

Hurley had his own plans, but Boboke was not calm inside.

He brought a touch of depression back to his tent and immediately saw Nash writing something there.

Boboke was a typical Wolf Person; he couldn’t read, nor did he feel anything was wrong with that.

Nash had helped him many times, and now he was seen as a “trustworthy person” in Boboke’s eyes.

He depressedly told Nash about his situation and then clenched his claws with a hint of anger, whispering:

“The Black Eye Clan is not a large clan.

We are just attached to the Whip-tail Clan’s force, similar in size to the Filthy Claw clan.

Contributing 2,500 elites at once will surely hurt my clan deeply.

Although my father doesn’t like me and always scolds me as a wastrel, I feel uneasy about causing such a loss to the clan because of me.”

“So, are you seeking help from me?”

Nash rolled his Wolf Person eyes and said:

“My troubled brother Boboke, you see, I’m just a little smart, but I can’t help you with such a big matter.

However, I believe there’s only one person who can help you now.

The ‘Wise Wolf’ I serve has secretly arrived nearby.

If you really need help, you can come with me to see him!

I’m about to introduce the ‘talented young Wolf Person’ I found to my master.

He possesses the supreme wisdom among Wolf People and has already gained the recognition of the King of Bone Biting.

Don’t you admire the King of Bone Biting the most?

Perhaps this is an opportunity now.

I believe Lord Hog can provide you with a plan that satisfies both sides.

Let’s go, right now.

If we hurry back before tonight, you won’t want Military Governor Hurley to suspect you, do you?”

“I feel…

I feel like you’re dragging me into a terrible conspiracy.”

Boboke was somewhat tempted.

He was actually curious about the “Wise Wolf” whom Nash was always praising, but he held onto that last bit of Wolf Person warrior resolve, gritting his teeth, he said:

“I felt this way the first time I saw you.

You must have been waiting for me on purpose, you must have…”

“Yes, you’re right.”

Nash whispered:

“Without my intervention, you would have been beheaded by the beheader Vam, Boboke, but I must tell you, I am not a traitor to the Wolf People!

You have misjudged me.

In fact, I am infinitely loyal to my race!

I am more loyal to my bloodline than anyone in this camp.

I only serve the right beliefs, not those of you who assist the wicked.

I know you won’t believe what I say, that’s fine, come with me to see Lord Hog!

You can bring the core Black Eye Clan warriors you rescued from the defeated soldiers with you; you can bring as many guards as you want.

But you must decide quickly.

Let me tell you the truth, Hurley can’t win against the Transia People at all!

He’s just another fool who will die under his own arrogance.

Haven’t you seen with your own eyes how terrifying the war spirits of the Transia People are?”

Thirty minutes later, leaving the camp under the pretense of scouting, Boboke rode on the snow-white Throne Wolf of the Filthy Claw Chieftain, bringing along thirty Black Eye clan members he rescued from the Filthy Claw clan’s Punishment Camp as guards, following Nash to the foot of a mountain to the southwest.

This place and the Blood Flag Pit were in two opposite directions.

From here, one could enter deeper into the Dark Mountain Range.

Under a simple tent at the foot of the mountain, Boboke met the legendary “Wise Wolf.” Like Nash, he was a pathetic little figure, but surrounded by many hulking, fully armed Wolf People serving him, even eerie undead Wolf Person Necromancer and a deranged Wolf Person skeleton.