My Players Are So Fierce

1814: 605.

Open up the layout, my dear Wolf People brothers_3

1814: 605.

Open up the layout, my dear Wolf People brothers_3

The most terrifying thing is that Boboke saw a vampire knight dressed to the nines in the camp!

That was a freaking Golden One!

Damn!

It’s already horrifying enough that werewolves and vampires are mingling together, but what’s even more horrifying is that this golden vampire is actually staying by the side of that Wise Wolf clad in a white hood as a bodyguard.

This setup…

Is a bit frightening.

“You’ve done well, Nash.”

Sitting in the camp with a scroll of “Into the Dark Mountain Ranges” just unrolled in his lap, Hog put down the exquisite goose feather pen gifted by Little Wei Ming and said to his loyal deputy in a gentle tone:

“I’ve confirmed that your wisdom is growing.

I can finally rest assured to leave our clan to you to lead and govern.

You have completed your chieftain’s trial, Nash, and Martel and Van Gore, no matter how dissatisfied, will have to accept this reality.

You!

You are the most qualified leader of the Blood Claw.

Now go back to Wolf Castle.

Prepare our tribe for the holy war.

In the new civilized era of the werewolves, there will surely be a place for the Bloodclaw Clan.”

Nash respectfully took the chieftain’s staff brought by Hog with both his claws.

This thing was modeled after the staff of the Dark Mountain Jackal Tribe Chief, and it even has the craftsman’s logo of the “War Hammer” workshop, signifying that it is not just a symbol of status but can also be used as a one-handed hammer to smack an assassin in the face if necessary.

Though Nash tried his best to appear calm, the wagging of his tail betrayed his excitement at this moment.

Originally, Nash didn’t need to venture into the Dark Mountain Range.

It was just because the ‘old-timers’ in the Bloodclaw Clan did not comply with him, especially the Barbarian Soldiers leader Martel Dumber and Captain Van Gore, who both followed Hog from the beginning.

They revered even Hog, but what was Nash to them?

Did he deserve Hog’s chieftainship?

Nash didn’t want to see the clan split and bleed because of this and couldn’t beat those two fools, so he voluntarily accepted the chieftain’s trial.

Now, as long as he returns to the Smugglers’ Forest with the chieftain’s staff awarded by Hog, the Bloodclaw Clan and Wolf Castle will be his.

Of course, Nash didn’t forget the proper business at hand.

“Boboke, my brother, come here quickly and kneel before the Wise Wolf Lord.”

Boboke looked at the pretentious Hog suspiciously, feeling like a young man who had fallen for the “King Scam,” but as he got closer to Hog, his perception of the petite werewolf in front of him quietly changed.

He could even sense an indescribable “kingly demeanor” from this small, unimposing Hog.

Maybe this guy indeed lacks power, but he possesses something else that allows him to wield the mightiest power.

Hog lifted his head, his bright eyes, quite unusual among werewolves, stared at Boboke, who was influenced by the spiritual halo.

As the latter sat down opposite him, Hog suddenly said:

“Do you worship the King of Bone Biting?”

“Yes, not just me, all the youth in the Dark Mountain Range worship him!

The King of Bone Biting is the greatest hero among us werewolves, and I have countless reasons to admire him!”

“Having an idol is a good thing, but I’m curious, why do you admire a former loser?”

“You!”

“Do you want to become the Grand Marshal?

Boboke, I see a potential in you; maybe compared to the obstinate old Hurley who blindly worships the power, a young man like you, full of vigor and willing to embrace change, is more suitable to lead the well-prepared army at this moment.

Your father depleted the clan’s resources for your future, and any conscientious child wouldn’t allow the family to decline because of himself.

The Black Eye Clan has clung to the Whip-tail Clan for generations, and you have also grown accustomed to following their orders.

But why should it be so?

Have you not thought that one day the Black Eye Clan could stand on equal footing with the Whip-tail Clan, or even surpass them, making those arrogant people who plunder you at will become your vassals…

Ha, your eyes tell me that you have thought about it!

You not only have thought about it but haven’t given up on that overly ambitious dream, you haven’t been worn down by reality, you still believe in the power of dreams!

Wonderful!

You are such an ambitious young man!

Only a young person like you has the right to lead a change, the old people cannot create a new world.

I am more convinced that you will accomplish a great career in the future, a career even your poor old father dared not dream of.

Come, Boboke.

Let the Wise Wolf teach you what to do next!

Don’t be afraid; it is not difficult at all.

When Hurley takes the battle-ax you hand him, he has already entered Death God’s list, and all you need to do is give a hard push during his destined downfall, acting as the hand of fate, just like you did to the Dirty Claw Chieftain.

You’ve already succeeded once, so, have some confidence in yourself.”

—

“Damn!

This is simply impossible to fight.”

In the chaos-ridden Blood Flag Pit battlefield, Old Qin put down his binoculars, his eyes filled with seriousness.

The werewolves in front had already raised the Whip-tail Clan’s battle flag, and on this battlefield where thousands of werewolves were buried, the other side was determined to smash everything in front of them with a decisive assault after nightfall.

They didn’t even bother to hide their mobilization, with thousands of barbarian soldiers and hunters forming ranks.

Even Old Qin could see the gravity of the situation, not to mention the newcomers “Tata Open” and “One Self-Draw Tata Open,” who just finished college entrance exams yesterday.

However, they were not afraid since they just joined the game yesterday.

The forum topics on the “Death Match” had gone wild, especially after Dasaen uploaded the exciting clips of various combat teams, those blood-boiling, heroic, and emotionally stirring clips struck the softest parts of the tough guys’ hearts mercilessly.

The Appetite Relief Party was on the verge of uprising.

They said Transylvania was in dire need of manpower, demanding vehemently that the development team distribute a plethora of helmets to them immediately, even if they end up as cannon fodder in this blood-pumping masculine war game, they wouldn’t object!

See!

What do you call loyalty?

These people didn’t even hide their willingness to be cannon fodder.

They didn’t care if they would just die after an indulgence.

Tch, what’s there to fear about dying?

Life is indeed a currency in Murphy’s hands, but for players, isn’t life just a consumable?

Since we must trade it for something, why not trade it for some glorious memories that one can remember for a lifetime?

“There’s a huge surge of Spiritual Energy ahead, Lord Qin!”

The Black Iron Psychic and administrative boss “Bulldozer Man Assault” ran over with a gun to tell Old Qin:

“It’s almost the same magnitude as when werewolf bastards used Meteorite Skill to attack our camp; these bastards plan to flatten us with meteorites after nightfall, quickly think of a solution!”

“I’m at a loss; our points are entirely insufficient to summon a Golden One.”

Lord Qin also felt at his wits’ end; given the current dire situation, where even the only high ground had been leveled, he had no place to apply even the cleverest plans he had.

“Beep”

Just as Lord Qin was feeling utterly anxious, his private communication lit up on his Treasure Bead.

Looking down and frowning, he stepped back into an unoccupied spot, activated the communication, and said:

“Happy Stick, are you sending a message at this moment to mock me, the old man?”

“In front of you, I won’t pretend.”

Stick Brother said quietly from the other end:

“I just asked Madame Doris, and she told me that our current support points could be transferred to you; even members of the third combat team could be supplemented into the second combat team as replacements, provided we must give up continuing with the third team.

“So, they are going to be subsequently written off the Death God list, and all you need to do is give a final push in his inevitable downfall, just like you did with Chief Dirty Claw.”

“You’ve succeeded once before, so have a little confidence in yourself.”