My Players Are So Fierce

However, Murphy did not see Hog’s plan as flawless.

He looked at the map in front of him, pondered for a moment, and said:

“Where is the territory of the Black Eye Clan?”

“Here.”

Hog raised his hand and drew a small circle on the southern defense line, saying:

“The Black Eye Clan is a vassal of the Whip-tail Clan.

Their land, which belongs to some of the most fertile oases in the entire Dark Mountain Range, is located between two mountains.

As one of the earliest followers of the Whip-tail Clan, the Black Eye Clan also occupies one of the large oases there.

I understand what you mean.

You want me to persuade the Black Eye Clan to defect before we set out, but to be honest, I don’t hold much hope for this.”

The Wise Wolf melancholically touched his somewhat sparse head and sighed:

“The Black Eye Clan is not like the unfortunate Pestilence Clan, without lovers or loved ones.

Their situation is very good, and they have a strong sense of identification with the Whip-tail Clan.

Unless we can destroy the prestige of the Whip-tail Clan, it is impossible for the Black Eye Clan to join us.

Although I have already tried to win over the ambitious but inexperienced Boboke, it is said that the Black Eye Old Chieftain does not actually value Boboke as his son, and that cunning-sounding Werewolf prefers his eldest daughter.

And we don’t have enough time to engage in tribal politics with a cunning Old Werewolf.

Their territory is 200 kilometers from here, just getting there takes time and the risk of being spotted by the Whip-tail Clan’s Throne Wolf Riders.”

“No, I am not asking you to persuade them.

You don’t have the ability to make an entire mid-tier clan defect with just your words.

I am merely asking you to make contact with them.”

Murphy narrowed his eyes and said:

“If that Black Eye Old Chieftain is really as cunning as the legends say, then he would certainly have an escape route planned in advance.

I learned about Boboke’s story from Nash.

If that old chieftain truly didn’t care about his son’s life, he wouldn’t have begged General Hersson to spare his son with 2,500 clan elites.

That old fox might be engaging in a rather cunning act of ‘diversifying his investments.’

Boboke is a very useful leverage…

Uh, given his character, it might be more fitting to call him a barbell.

Hog, you must at least try.

You don’t even need to persuade the Black Eye Chief, you only need to persuade the reckless but brave Boboke, then let him stir things up within the Black Eye Clan.

Take along some ‘youthful talents’ like him to complete a ‘quest for roots’ that is very important to all Werewolves.

This will be the epic of your race in this era, seeking ancestors and origins, something of extreme importance to anyone aspiring to unify civilization.”

“Ah, I understand.”

Hog’s mind was racing at full speed.

His enhanced intellect immediately caught the unsaid words from Murphy.

For example, using the noble origin of the Werewolf and the true identity of the King of Bone Biting to turn impulsive young men like Boboke into the loyalists that the Wise Wolf desires.

After realizing the mission he carries, Boboke would naturally embark on the mission of overthrowing the False God of the Master of Hunting even without Hog’s guidance.

And if his cunning old father tried to stop him from doing something great in the name of the Bone Biter King’s heir, then a grim yet necessary “father-son conflict” would likely unfold soon enough.

At that time, Boboke would be carrying the weight of righteousness.

Even if he made frightful mistakes, he could be forgiven, even lauded, and celebrated!

But more likely, upon seeing the truth brought back by his son, if the Black Eye Old Chieftain is truly as cunning as the legends say, he would realize the existing risk and voluntarily join the Wise Wolf Faction before his son metamorphosed into a “dutiful son.”

Brilliant!

The Wise Wolf’s eyes were filled with admiration.

No wonder it is Sir Murphy!

Such a sinister scheme executed effortlessly, and this is no conspiracy, after all, what father could stand in the way of his son undertaking truly great deeds?

This is not even sowing discord.

After all, Hog had already thoroughly grasped Boboke’s temperament during previous interactions.

He doesn’t even need to explain the reasons, simply telling him this is related to the secret left by the King of Bone Biting, and Boboke would definitely jump at the opportunity, bringing his rations and prepared for work.

And although the Pestilence Clan has now defected, safely entering the territory of the Broken Tooth Clan really does require more werewolf cannon fo…

Ahem, warriors!

Although the Broken Tooth Clan doesn’t mingle with other clans, their strength is legitimately one of the five major clans.

As the known hardliners and conservatives among the Werewolves, provoking them would definitely not end well.

“In addition, you also need to choose a suitable ‘birthplace’ for the warriors you are about to prepare.”

Murphy whispered:

“Although no foreigners are proactively becoming werewolves now, I believe once my warrior Ya Ya announces tonight’s confidential matter in their little pub, surely some peculiar characters will choose to become werewolves in the future, thereby gaining the qualification to directly participate in such an epic legendary story.

Never underestimate the initiative of foreigners in such major events, it doesn’t even need many.

Hog, fifty Undying Spirits are enough for you to overturn the battlefield at a critical moment.

But as the caretaker of the ‘Werewolf Heroes,’ before they enter this world, choosing a suitable origin that won’t be despised or rejected is a very important preparation.