My Players Are So Fierce

Hmph, you’re just lucky, kid. I happen to have a fragment of a horn from the ‘Bloodhorn’ Pad.

That giant beast perpetually running in the Star Realm, though now subservient to the Mother Earth, once served another divine spirit, a fallen one, a more orthodox War God than Bevam. Therefore, with this Bloodhorn fragment, you can forge your own war divine artifact.

Just like the Skull Breaker wielded by the King of Bone Biting in your legends. I’ve heard that weapon, crucial to the Wolf People, has fallen into the hands of a vampire, so, poor fellow, when do you plan to reclaim the divine weapon of your forebear?”

Huggesen did not respond to this topic.

In fact, from the first meeting with Maxim, he recognized that the weapon held by the Vampire General belonged to the King of Bone Biting. Unlike other enraged Wolf People, The Grand Marshal was indifferent and never mentioned reclaiming the sacred item for the Wolf People.

Lord Felix had already revealed the truth to him, that the strength of the King of Bone Biting wasn’t solely due to a divine hammer.

Its power came from its own transcendence; the hammer from the creator was merely an embellishment for the strong. After losing its owner, the Skull Breaker hammer held no magic, and whoever wields it won’t become the next King of Bone Biting. Instead, letting the vampire continue to possess this hammer stirs an even more intense rage in the hearts of the Wolf People.

This is extremely beneficial for the advancement of war.

The Grand Marshal thought for a moment, then said bluntly:

“The Bloodhorn fragment is very good. I appreciate your honesty and generosity, but it’s not enough!”

“Don’t push it, Wolf People.”

Helsun scolded:

“Killing Baux doesn’t make you the slayer of the Star Realm Wolf Pack. You should know once I command my pack to aid the Transia People and the Civilization camp to launch an attack within the entire Black Disaster region, you’ll face dreadful consequences?

I think as the commanding general of the Wolf People, you surely understand this peril. You also know that our positions in this transaction are not equal, so I hope you realize the consequences of angering me.”

“No, no, no, great Silver Wolf, my Wolf People and I only wish to bring the ongoing Black Disaster to a conclusion. We have no intention of challenging the mighty Star Realm Wolf Pack and a strong figure like you.”

Huggesen, leaning on the Tooth of Filth enveloped in a bloody glow, replied with a tone consistent with the crude demeanor of the Wolf People:

“Moreover, this is exactly what I wish to discuss with you next, regarding the purpose of acquiring this sword… As a Wolf People, I don’t even dare to imagine what you intend to do with this Sacred Blade, but that’s none of my business.

I just feel that if you want your plan or action to proceed smoothly, you must find a way to eliminate the interference of the God of the North Wind’s followers on earth.

From what I’ve seen of the Nord’s fanaticism for their faith, once they know the God of the North Wind is in danger, they’ll launch a desperate expedition, crushing all your plans at the embryonic stage.

After all, this Tooth of Filth can only harm the God of the North Wind, it cannot guarantee you’ll succeed in deicide…”

“Don’t be foolish, Wolf People, when did I ever say I wanted to slay a god?”

Helsun sarcastically said:

“If you know you’re not bright, don’t bother playing the game with smart people!

I’ll just tell you, this poses no harm to your god, it might even expedite His awakening, so if you’re devout enough to The Master of Hunting, you ought to offer the Tooth of Filth with both hands and stop gibbering about collaborating with me.

Frankly, I’m quite pessimistic about the prospect of your Black Disaster this time.

Starting a two-front war without sufficient power to sway the Continent leaves you incapable of exerting overwhelming strength on the Transia side and unable to rapidly breach the Brass Fortress where dreadful things are occurring.

Tsk tsk, even the King of Bone Biting dared not be so reckless back in the day, yet you all insist on doing so.”

“Then please assist us. Our mutual help, great Silver Wolf, can benefit both of us.”

Huggesen finally voiced an idea he’d mulled over several times, saying:

“Let your mighty Star Realm Wolf Pack and my Wolf People engage in a collaboration destined to be etched in history at some future time.

As a chosen one of the gods, I know summoning the will of a divine spirit into the physical world requires being within His domain. You can only call upon the God of the North Wind within the Nordtov Domain to harm Him, and my army and I can help you accomplish this!

We can strike Transylvania and then proceed to Nordtof from there. You just need to prepare for the final step.

It’s obvious this cannot be done by the Star Realm Wolf Pack.

You, in the material world, do need allies. I’m more than willing to offer myself, and of course, our cooperation is established on a mutually beneficial basis. When you achieve what you desire, I hope you won’t hesitate to assist us Wolf People in achieving our modest aspirations.

When we require aid, please let your wolf pack be our companions.”

“Well… I must say, you, a Wolf People, are quite adept at the art of persuasion. I can’t even find a reason to refuse you at the moment.”

The Silver Wolf said in a deep tone, in a lazy manner befitting a strong figure: