My Players Are So Fierce

But it also knows that if those henchmen of Dusk really exist, most of them must be priests, because ordinary Wolf People are not good at thinking or disguising. For an organization like Dusk that tries to destroy the world, it wouldn’t recruit brainless people.

But those are priests!

Regardless of whether they are Voodoo Priests or Blood Scar Priests, in the Wolf People’s civilization, they are individuals of high status. Cleaning them up at this time might cause chaos.

Hence, Field Marshall Hass thought for a while and suggested to Huggesen:

“We don’t need to do it ourselves, Grand Marshal. We find them and send them to the front lines, and those tiger-like Transia People will help us solve the problem. But the biggest difficulty now is, how do we distinguish the heretics hiding among us?”

“Hehe, simple.”

Huggesen stood up, walked up to Hass, and said condescendingly to the old Wolf Man:

“I want to erect a statue of The Master of Hunting in Shadow Valley and have every Wolf Person come to kneel and pray.

I will personally monitor the process, and as the chosen one, I can easily distinguish those who claim to be devout yet don’t want to show faith to my God. Of course, given Old Manse’s condition, there are also some bastards who worship my God but have ties to Dusk.

Therefore, our action this time may harm the innocent, but it’s necessary!

Anyone suspicious will be sent to the front lines!

Let them prove their purity in the desperate battle. I know what you’re worried about, but I will tell you that the entire Pī zhǎo Clan is on its way.

No need to worry about wasting time; we must purify the command level before my clan arrives. Then, you and I together will launch a ‘real Black Disaster’!

Not for any higher purpose, just for the most instinctive resistance in the pursuit of survival rights!

Just like the war launched by my ancestor, the King of Bone Biting…

Lord Felix’s feat proves we don’t need any help from Dusk at all, we Wolf People can make achievements on our own, so let me ask you, Hass.

Are you willing to join my plan?”

“Of course, Grand Marshal, I absolutely am!”

Hass shivered, straightened his back, and shouted:

“I’ve had enough of those foolish priests with their self-righteous faces!

They always link war to sacrifice, but using our own blood to awaken our God is too stupid.

I think if The Master of Hunting desires his own people more than the enemy’s blood, then he’s not… Ah, damn it! I shouldn’t say this in front of you.”

“No worries.”

Huggesen gave a subtle smile, patted Hass’s shoulder, and finished the words Hass couldn’t:

“If The Master’s birth doesn’t mean our people will be protected, if He indiscriminately seeks slaughter, only hoping to taste the flavor of death, if He can’t bring us victory and prosperity…

Then He shouldn’t be born!

Although I’m chosen by the God, I’m neither foolish nor blindly following, Hass. I follow the neutral path; the God has his battlefield, and humans their struggles. Most of the time, it’s better not to have such deep intersections; it’s good for both of us.

What do you think?”

Field Marshall Hass’s heart raced.

He thought Huggesen must be crazy!

Is it really okay for a chosen of The Master of Hunting to blatantly utter such Blasphemy?

But Huggesen’s candid expression of his thoughts somehow brought a peculiar sense of comfort to Field Marshall Hass, amid his fears.

Yes.

The Wolf People waged four Black Disasters without The Master of Hunting; though none succeeded, the King of Bone Biting proved the Wolf People’s potential in warfare.

They don’t need a God to win; it’s better with one, but if The Master of Hunting can’t protect his followers and only wants to see his people’s bloodshed, then what’s the point of having such an Evil God?

“Go on, move forward!”

Huggesen waved his claws and said:

“You have ten days to accomplish this, and I also need ten days to reshape a weapon for myself… a weapon that allows me to face Murphy head-on!”

———-

“The Nord stronghold is doomed, Baphomet Canyon is indefensible, and we must retreat to Polluted Swamp for the next phase of operations.”

On the Transia People’s side, Old Qin gathered guild leaders and officials offline for a large video meeting, inviting all the guild leaders among the players. This was evidently a meeting to decide Transylvania’s strategy going forward.

Old Qin, as the initiator, succinctly explained:

“But we can’t just retreat haphazardly; the trenches built by the Silver Dwarfs in Baphomet Canyon can still be used, so I’ve decided to initiate Plan B.”

“Huh? We have a Plan B?”

Good Pigeon, representing the student group, said in surprise:

“Was this something you set from the beginning?”

“Sort of, when making plans, one must prepare for the worst-case scenario. The current situation isn’t the worst; we’ve held off the Wolf People for at least twenty-five days, and based on the current circumstances, it’ll take a few days for them to reorganize their chase.

If we delay three to four days in Baphomet Canyon, then the previously set goal of guarding for thirty days can be considered accomplished.”