My Players Are So Fierce

“But I’m not a Priest, nor do I care much about these matters. Chief Amot says my god is about to be born, and I think having a god is always better than not having one, as the situation at Blackflame Mountain Pass has already proven.

The civilization camp has their gods to aid them, but we have nothing at all.

If the Wolf People had a god protecting us from birth, our days in the Dark Mountain Range wouldn’t be so miserable.

The Black Disaster…

Ha, sounds impressive, but who would willingly mobilize the entire tribe and charge outward every hundred years unless survival was utterly impossible? Isn’t it just to seize some more fertile lands to feed our people?

My lord, I don’t want to meddle in the dreadful secrets between the Divine Spirits!

I just want to fulfill my duties as the Military Governor and achieve victory for my tribe, just like the great deeds of the King of Bone Biting. We once were only a step away from victory.”

So, this was the stance.

Huggesen nodded, not forcing Field Marshall Hass, merely gesturing with his claws saying:

“As long as you have a clear idea yourself, if you truly are doing it for your people, then think carefully when there’s another choice in the future. Since you don’t want to get involved in this, cooperate with me and do what needs to be done.

I assure you that although what I am doing now seems brutal, it is not harmful to our civilization.

A part of our civilization has already decayed; we must remove the rotten flesh so others can live better.

As for the gods…

Haha, you just misspoke. The Wolf People had our own god at birth; He has always been here, we just forgot Him. My ancestor, the King of Bone Biting, shaped The Master of Hunting, but He held different beliefs!

To Lord Felix, The Master of Hunting was merely a tool to achieve great conquest.

This is a secret known only to the Sons of Bone Bite, and it’s precisely why my brother Gehrman Bonebite, who doesn’t even know I exist, is so disdainful of The Master of Hunting!”

“I think I shouldn’t listen any further, Chosen One. Tonight, these secrets have been enough to terrify me, a crude Wolf Person.”

Hass became increasingly terrified.

He now only wanted to leave the presence of the increasingly “rambling” hunting Chosen One, but one thing he confirmed, Huggesen wasn’t insane!

He was very clear-headed, even overly so.

He wasn’t complaining but hoping for his participation in certain things, and those things were definitely related to the secrets of the King of Bone Biting.

To be honest, Hass had moments of wanting to join; after all, which Wolf Person isn’t a loyal fan of the King of Bone Biting?

“Then go, reorganize our army as per our previous plan. Once the sub-spatial aura weakened by Old Manse at Baphomet Canyon fades, lead the charge into the Polluted Swamp!”

Huggesen said in a deep voice:

“I want to conduct a true Black Disaster; I want to learn from my ancestors and complete the great conquest they couldn’t. Whether winning or losing means nothing to me; even if this life ends on the path to conquest, it would be a perfect conclusion.

But the remnants of dusk must be cleared!

I will personally undertake this task.”

“Chosen One! Something has happened!”

Just as Huggesen and Hass were discussing important matters, a Blood Scar Priest, who had been verified to have no connection to dusk, ran in frantically, shouting to Huggesen:

“My god’s statue is showing anomalies; the priests have never seen scenes like this before. We can’t interpret my god’s oracle; please proceed to the shrine immediately.”

“Hmm?”

Huggesen made a puzzled nose sound.

He stood up and strode out of his tent, only to look up and see strange flames burning around the wooden statue of The Master of Hunting erected at the center of the valley. The flames were not corporeal but seemed like a gathering of scarlet power, accompanied by The Master of Hunting’s indistinct roars.

A large number of Wolf People, frightened, knelt around the statue, worshiping constantly, while others brought bloody prey as sacrificial offerings, hoping to soothe the divine spirit’s fury.

Such ignorant and barbaric scenes reminded Huggesen of those Golden Age images projected by Lord Felix into his mind, where Wolf People like them bore great missions in that era, wise and powerful, the creator’s most capable Assistant.

They wouldn’t have so panicked over disturbances caused by an Evil God back then.

Such a disgrace…

Thinking this, the Chosen One strode in silence towards the statue surrounded by floating scarlet streams of light, and under the watchful gazes, stretched out his paw to bypass the encircling scarlet flames and touched the statue of The Master of Hunting.

Howling phantoms appeared in Huggesen’s mind, letting him see the scenes of Wolf People being hunted and sacrificed by Goat Man Heretics in Baphomet’s Underground Palace.

This brutal slaughter was not the focus.

The Master of Hunting is not the kind and gentle deity concerned with followers’ living and dying, but what truly enraged Him was that those Goat Men offered the tormented souls of the Wolf People to another Evil God.

In the flickering images of The Master of Hunting, Huggesen could clearly see the bizarre black sand form of Lord Baphomet devouring the souls of Wolf People and weaving them into dream node mutations, while a large number of Goatman Cultists worshipped beneath the Earth Palace, a scene filled with indescribable corruption.

This was the true source of The Master of Hunting’s fury.