My Players Are So Fierce

2173: Chapter 725: Aren’t Grandfathers Supposed to Dote on Their Grandchildren?

Why Is It So Different with You?

2173 -725: Aren’t Grandfathers Supposed to Dote on Their Grandchildren?

Why Is It So Different with You?

I believe the man I love deeply is saying farewell to me here today.

I will feel sad, but I also bless you to find what you yearn for in the upcoming war.

Cradled in her arms, Nanaque reached out her paw, touching Huggesen’s chest.

She could sense the stitched scars hidden beneath the golden mane.

She knew that as Chief Botana, Huggesen’s past life was not easy.

Nanaque sniffed lightly at the neck of the Grand Marshal Huggesen.

Unfortunately, the werewolves did not have the overly gentle emotions of other races.

Even at the moment of farewell, there was a kind of bluntness and ferocity unique to the clan, and she said:

“We Jackal Wolves born in the harsh Dark Mountain Range never care about the length of life, just like your ancestor, Lord Felix.

A short life cannot overshadow its legend, a finale that countless Jackal Wolves would give their lives to pursue.

But the favor of fate does not mercifully grant every Jackal Wolf.

It is only you, Huggesen, who possess this natural talent.

Whether chasing courage or victory, you can always reach the end you desire.”

This blessing and encouragement made Huggesen shake his head.

The silent Great Marshal of the Jackal Wolves could not tell his lover that his journey this time was not for victorious conquest.

Before him lay no such glorious act; it was something much heavier.

It was revenge…

“Swish”

Nanaque wished to spend more time with her lover, who was about to set off and perhaps never be seen again.

But in the next instant, Huggesen stood up, shielding her behind him, with the Wolf Blood Holy Sword beside him lifted in one hand.

This weapon, styled as a double-handed sword, was light as a feather in the hands of the Blood Descendant of the King of Bone Biting.

Huggesen’s black and red Throne Wolf also leapt up, howling toward the shadows ahead of the gorge alongside Nanaque’s red Throne Wolf.

Both sensed a strange presence there.

“Don’t be nervous, Lady Nanaque, and this imposing sir that makes my heart pound in fear…”

Hog voluntarily emerged from the shadows, spreading his paws to indicate no malice.

But the chill in Huggesen’s eyes did not fade, nor did his alertness relax due to Hog’s diminutive size.

Perhaps a sensitivity granted by the King of Bone Biting’s lineage enabled him to detect an indescribable aura from this seemingly harmless inferior Jackal Wolf.

It was an aura of danger.

Far more perilous than a naked blade.

“Mr.

Hog?”

Nanaque peeked over her lover’s shoulder, her grey-white mane dancing in the wind.

Her gem-like eyes, paired with a softer-than-usual face for a Jackal Wolf, exhibited a hint of surprise and the innocent confusion of a little wolf puppy.

Like other Jackal Wolves of the Black Eye Clan, she had a circle of black mane around her eyes, making even the largest of the Black Eye Clan’s Jackal Wolves severely lack intimidation.

It’s hard to glean a sense of authority from this raccoon-like “smoky-eye makeup.”

For male Black Eye Jackal Wolves, it’s a tragedy, but on a female, it bestows a “cute” temperament.

Nanaque attempted to soothe the indifferent Huggesen, thus quietly explaining:

“This Mr.

Hog comes from the Bloodclaw Clan, a Jackal Wolf tribe in the Transia Smugglers’ Forest.

His clan members have been terribly oppressed by the Transia People, and his servants saved my brother during the war.

He is a highly intelligent kin and also a guest of honor to my father.

Mr.

Hog is very gentle; in fact, I even think he doesn’t seem like a Jackal Wolf.”

The more Nanaque spoke, the sharper Huggesen’s eyes became.

After the battle at the Blackflame Mountain Pass ended, he was extremely vigilant of all creatures from Transylvania.

Hog also didn’t care for the Jackal Wolf in front of him, who seemed to be the Great Militant Chief of the Split Claw Clan from the battle reports.

With one glance at Huggesen’s stature and fur, he discerned the connection to the King of Bone Biting, but what Hog cared more for at that moment was the weapon in Huggesen’s hands.

“Is this the legendary Wolf Blood Holy Sword, one of the Three Sacred Relics of Nord?”

Hog exclaimed:

“The rumors are true.

The Nords’ sacred object has fallen into Jackal Wolf hands, and I sense filth and decay from this sword.

It is nearing complete corruption…

but you should not wield it, mighty kin.

The Nords have already dispatched powerful hunters to find it.

This Sacred Blade will attract danger to you.

If you have seen the war spirits of Transylvania, you should know this danger is something every Jackal Wolf should strive to avoid.”

Huggesen remained unmoved.

He growled a wolf-like threatening sound from his throat.

Hog recognized that the vocal cords of this Son of Bone Bite might have been damaged and boldly took a step forward, resulting in Huggesen’s massive form disappearing like the wind and, in the next moment, placing the blade against Hog’s neck, only reaching up to his thigh.

He intended to strike.

With the sharpness of the Wolf’s Blood, a light force was all it took for Hog’s head to fly away effortlessly.

But he didn’t do it.

For when he approached, Hog raised his paw, and upon contact with Huggesen’s wrist, a force erupted on the mental plane, immobilizing both as if struck by the Paralysis Spell.

“Sorry to interrupt your date, sir, but a significant figure wants to see you!

And you have no right to refuse.”