My Players Are So Fierce

Huggesen took a deep breath.

He removed his armor, and with his body bare, touched his Throne Wolf again, then stepped into the blood pool with the Wolf Blood Holy Sword in hand.

The five priests immediately began chanting, their murky whispers caused the blood in the pool to boil, and Huggesen felt himself sinking into the stream of blood.

The stench of blood quickly overwhelmed his mouth and nose, even pouring into his consciousness.

It felt just like drowning.

He could hear a roar formed by the voices of countless Werewolf people; he could see the stone statue of the shrine before him seemingly come alive, its faceless surface now appearing to have features molded upon it.

Upon a closer look, those features turned out to be his own face…

At that moment, Huggesen’s eyes were vacant, as if certain nodes in his consciousness were being replaced, and just at this time, the voice of the King of Bone Biting abruptly rang in his ears:

“Little whelp!

I knew you couldn’t withstand it, you little good-for-nothing, you really let me down.

Luckily, I had a backup plan, hold your mind tight, I’ll show you our past glory…”

“Buzz”

The vision of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood before Huggesen suddenly changed.

The sunrise over the golden plains shimmered, illuminating an indescribably magnificent structure.

At this dawn hour, the dignified Wolf People guards dressed in advanced technology armor that Huggesen couldn’t comprehend, were the first living beings to move in this city of creation.

They didn’t seem fatigued by night watch duties, but with infinite majesty and a sense of mission, they circled the city in flying vehicles.

The perspective expanded to a grander view.

Huggesen saw ships made of steel floating in the sky, almost seemingly within reach of the Star Sea.

On those divine creations still stood Wolf People clad in “giant armor” safeguarding the researchers’ safety.

The scene shifted again.

In a desert wasteland, incomprehensible “Divine Machinery” was slowly being sent into the depths of the earth by an invisible force, and amidst this revolutionary scene, valiant Wolf People guards kept vigilant in the swirling sands.

Even on the Sanghai people’s solar ships, there were Wolf People captains commanding the fortifications.

“Do you see?

In past Eras, we were the protectors of the creator’s enterprise!

That was the reason for our birth, we were not shaped by some laughable savage Evil God, but the greatest force of this world and even this Star Sea shaped us.

That’s the glorious era I used to dream about recovering.

Unfortunately, it’s all gone now.

Once noble we have fallen to the point of eating raw meat and drinking blood, but that’s nothing, as civilizations always rise and fall, falling is not the scariest, the scariest thing is we lose the courage to stand back up in the quagmire.

So, Huggesen, my grandson…”

The bit of power that Felix left in Huggesen’s mind was dissipating.

It helped Huggesen endure the most difficult ten or so seconds, and as that power vanished, the King of Bone Biting asked in a previously unheard serene tone:

“Are you willing to help our people regain the great foundation in this Age of Chaos?

Or would you instead wallow in this stinking pit, and kneel in supplication to a tool of an Evil God I once considered a plaything?”

It’s a question, but it doesn’t need an answer.

The question posed by the King of Bone Biting was one that would require Huggesen plenty of time to answer, perhaps not in words but through actions.

The fleeting visions faded at that moment, and Huggesen seemed to fall from the sky into the foul-smelling blood pool.

The cursed illusions and sounds once again enveloped him as The Master of Hunting’s divine power neared its completion.

Beside Huggesen, the mournful cry of Death’s Claw grew weak and feeble.

“Come to me, little one.”

He said softly.

The pitiful Death Claw seemed to find courage all of a sudden, colliding into its master’s feet in the blood pool, then a strong paw rested on its head, transferring its burden onto itself.

Under the astonished gaze of the five Golden Ones, Huggesen, now entirely imbued with divine spirit power, did not collapse but instead roared and stood up bit by bit.

His golden fur was stained crimson.

Yet that brilliant color didn’t fade; instead, it transformed into an indescribable shade of gold-red.

It did not detract from his regal appearance but instead made him look even more domineering.

And his voice box, once damaged by voodoo, was completely restored at that moment.

He coughed and grabbed that utterly tainted Wolf Blood Holy Sword from the blood pool, as if holding a red long tooth.

In a voice nearly identical to the King of Bone Biting, he said:

“Prepare my army, priests, we will advance towards Transylvania, we will wage war, we will chase victory!

Of course…

of course, all in the name of the great Master of Hunting.”

—————–

On the morning of the third day, Hog bid farewell to the Black Eye Old Chieftain.

Over these three days, with the assistance of 108 Werewolf Players entering the game successively, the Wise Wolf managed to assemble an “army” of thousands with unimaginable speed, and he could finally begin his “journey to find roots.”

However, there was one person in this departing group from the Black Eye Clan who shouldn’t have been there.

Boboke Blackeye, once again a high-ranking Military Governor and smugly seated in a war chariot pulled by Roth Beasts, cautiously observed his surroundings, and turned back to his sister hiding behind him to say:

“You’ve been too careless!

How could you have been targeted by assassins from the Blood Scar Clan?

If not for the vigilance of my warriors, you would have been captured!

The usually muddle-headed old man was decisive for once, and now you must leave the clan territory with the Wise Wolf Lord and me; it’s no longer safe here.

But don’t worry, Nanaque.

Though I’ve always disliked you, I will fulfill my duties as a brother, I will protect you, but are you still unwilling to tell who’s the father of the child you’re carrying?

Bastard!

I swear I’ll strangle whoever dared disgrace the Black Eye Clan’s reputation!”

“Shut up, Boboke, look at you now.

You used to be just dumb, now you’re both evil and dumb…

you clearly found out about the assassins trying to abduct me long ago, yet you want to put on a show in front of father just to take away the clan’s finest armors and weapons.”

Nanaque Black-eye leaned wearily into the corner of the war chariot; she fearfully touched the scar on her neck that had yet to heal, then softly said:

“But…

those seven warriors died at the hands of the assassins to save me, I’m sorry for causing a loss to the Wise Wolf Pavilion.”

“No need to apologize.”

Boboke snorted, proudly telling his sister:

“You’ll see them in three days.

They’re the war spirits granted to the Wolf People by the invincible creator; they are the Undead Wolves!

Haha, judging by your stupid expression, I’m sure you don’t know why I swore allegiance to the Wise Wolf.

Don’t be silly, my pathetic sister!

The future of the Black Eye Clan won’t be created by you; I’ll be the greatest Chieftain in the history of the Black Eye Clan and even the Wolf People, and you, you’ll have the honor of witnessing it.”