My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2313 -772: Get Ready for a Gold Coin Explosion, Old Su – Extra Chapter for “Frostfang’s Claw” Brother [5/30]

Huggesen clearly heard that voice, and although he didn’t know much about the Star Realm, he still accurately guessed her identity from Helsun’s explosive speech like a wolf.

There aren’t many offspring of the God of the North Wind, but among the females who are as high-profile as the Silver Wolf.

The fact that the opponent expressly requested the Tooth of Filth in his hand made Huggesen’s initial reaction anger, after all, this sword had accompanied him since his childhood, witnessing every detail of Huggesen’s growth experience.

It has surpassed the mere definition of a weapon.

Moreover, with the blessing of The Master of Hunting, this sword has completely fallen from a sacred artifact of the God of the North Wind and has become a symbol of The Hunter’s power. Combined with Huggesen’s chosen divine power, its destructive power can be doubled. He was about to refuse Helsun’s proposal, but that thought was immediately suppressed, as the Wise Wolf Hog’s “prophecy,” like a joke in their first meeting, came to mind.

The cunning guy recognized by the King of Bone Biting told him, if possible, to get rid of this weapon quickly as it will only bring Huggesen disaster.

The Wise Wolf is not a Wolf People Huggesen trusts; normally, there is no value in considering this guy’s prophecy and warning. He should speculate whether Hog’s words have any hidden meaning from the worst angle, but things become complex when it involves the King of Bone Biting.

Especially after he accepted the King of Bone Biting’s proposal to secretly join the cause of rebelling against the Evil God, Hog’s prophecy seemed to gain weight.

“Those Nords…”

Huggesen stood still, lost in thought, touching Dead Claw’s head, his thoughts resonating:

“When they see this sword, they will rush at me as if mad, especially those fanatic Winter Wolf followers, who view the loss of the Sacred Blade to Wolf People as a crime. If possible, they will do whatever it takes to seize this sword from me and vow sincere loyalty to their Wolf God.

I do not fear them.

But if the Nords continue to go mad over a sword, it will undoubtedly have an extremely bad effect on future warfare. Those who die will be seen as warriors, and their deaths will not instill fear but rather inspire the survivors’ morale.

As a commander, I must prevent such situations from happening.

If this Sacred Blade is no longer in my hand, the Nords will lose a reason for war, and their attention will be attracted to the new owner of this sword… thus reducing one problem for me.”

The Grand Marshal squinted his eyes.

He knows the war with the Transia People will not end at Wasteland Mountain, whether they finally occupy the valley or the Transia People retreat, it indicates that the decisive battle will be held closer to distant lands.

On Transylvania’s battleground, the human kingdoms have already united in action, and as a commander, he must win greater advantages for his side in this war.

Whether by weakening the opposition or strengthening themselves, the most perfect situation would be when both happen simultaneously.

Waiting in the Star Realm, Helsun is not in a hurry.

She patiently awaits the opponent’s response, her posture peaceful as though it was not her spouse that Huggesen had just killed. Given Silver Wolf’s well-known petty-mindedness throughout the Star Realm, she certainly wouldn’t forget such a disgrace so happily, only because Huggesen held something she urgently needed now.

When the plan against the Wolf Father is perfectly wrapped up, it will be the day this daredevil Wolf People who offended the wolf pack meets his demise.

“Trade… accepted!”

Huggesen finally spoke.

He first took his Dead Claw away from the area into a secret corner, then spoke again to respond to the listening Silver Wolf:

“But this weapon has special significance to me, it was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes in this world for the first time, my sword and my Throne Wolf are the most important things to me here, you, powerful mysterious being, are one requesting me to give up one of them!

Our Wolf People speak rather directly, but the fact is, without seeing sufficient returns, I won’t hand over the Tooth of Filth to you.”

“What a shameless Wolf People you are, what a mouth to twist truths.”

Helsun sneered unreservedly:

“So, in your Wolf People world, whoever picks up something is theirs? The weapon in your hand has its owner since its birth; it was designated by the God of the North Wind himself. Even though Lord Baldwin met with an accident, his courageous bloodline still persists in the world.

You are just a bunch of shameless thieves, so don’t use such noble reasons to cover yourselves with gold.

Wolf People, just be straight if you want me to add money!

If I take your weapon, I will return you a more powerful and suitable weapon.

I think you have already noticed, even if The Master of Hunting corrupted the Wolf Blood Holy Sword with divine power, this Sacred Blade, born of the Divine Spirit’s hand, still resists. If it is continuously wielded by you, chosen of the Hunting Master, its resistance will eventually be worn away, but that time will be at least calculated in decades.

You do not have enough time to complete its final polish!

Therefore, my advice to you is, do not pick up others’ wisdom, Wolf People!

Since you have already stepped into the domain of divine power, you should know that the weapon most suitable for you in this domain is always the one tailor-made specifically for you, always resorting to snatching things from others won’t help you understand the power of The Master of Hunting more deeply, nor can it help you defeat the Vampire ‘Demon’ in your heart.