My Players Are So Fierce

Hog told the grinning Mok Chief very seriously:

“It’s because you never gave us a chance to speak. I’ve seen the wildness of the Broken Tooth Clan, but my warriors and I did not come for war; we only wish to enter your Sacred land to worship.”

“That is for war!”

Mok shouted:

“That is the Sacred land of our Broken Tooth, why should we let you outsiders in to worship? Unless you are willing to become vassals of the Broken Tooth Clan… but I will no longer accept you! You dared to raise weapons against us on our territory; that’s a hostile act in itself.

Our Broken Tooth Clan is indeed poor, but we are not afraid of war.”

“Ugh, I hate talking to bastards like you, who don’t think things through.”

Hog was also furious at this stubborn attitude.

It muttered a complaint, looked around, and made a strange gesture to Mok Chief. The Broken-Tooth Chief raised its eyebrows, pondered for a moment, then waved its claw, letting the guards step back a bit.

Then, Hog whispered:

“Did you inherit the chieftaincy from Chief Sunk?”

“Damn wolf! You must not call my father by his name!”

Mok Chief became agitated immediately, scolding:

“Where did a dog like you find out the old chieftain’s real name? Out there, the werewolves only know him as Broken Tooth!”

“I not only know Chief Sunk’s name, but I also know the old chief’s identity. He was the most trusted subordinate and brother of the King of Bone Biting; that identity alone is legendary. I even know why the Broken Tooth Clan was established, that Sacred land…”

Hog whispered:

“I inherited the King’s will, and I must go to your Sacred land, Mok Chief, even if I go alone! The duties entrusted to Chief Sunk by Lord Felix have come to an end, and those ancient secrets must be revealed, only then can our civilization be saved!

I know you don’t believe in these things. From the wildness and rudeness flickering in your eyes, I know your father never told you those real secrets, but I know.

If you are willing, I can even take you into the Sacred land, but there is no time to waste; The Master of Hunting is awakening, and once it wakes, the werewolves are doomed!

You are not wasting my time; you are wasting our whole race’s last chance.”

“You…”

Mok Chief looked at Hog suspiciously; what the guy was saying felt like it had some truth, but after pondering, Mok Chief still decisively rejected Hog.

It shook its head and said:

“When my father handed the clan over to me, he did not tell me to open the Sacred land to a crippled dwarf in the future. He merely required me to guard the secrets of the Sacred land. I watched my father walk into the Sacred land and die there, I am a descendant of the Secret Keeper, as is the entire Broken Tooth Clan!

Your words alone cannot convince us!

Wise Wolf, bring forth more evidence, or don’t expect to step into the Sacred land.”

“You stubborn bastard, in urgent times like this, where would you have me find evidence?”

Hog was outraged beyond words.

It jumped up, grabbed Mok Chief’s armor, and roared:

“Am I supposed to summon the King’s spirit for you to believe? Also, you wear The Master’s Sacred Emblem on you? Seriously? You call yourself a descendant of Secret Keepers but worship that Evil God? Your father really misjudged you!”

“Get out! You don’t understand what we’ve sacrificed for this secret, and you have no right to speak ill of us.”

Mok Chief coldly pushed Hog away, maneuvering the Throne Wolf backward; it said:

“Withdraw from our territory immediately, or let war speak.”

After saying this, the wild Broken-Tooth Chief let out a wolf-like howl, pulling back with its equally fierce and ruthless warriors until they vanished into the wild night.

They are the masters of this land, familiar with every blade of grass and tree; the consequence of a pursuit would surely be dire.

Riding on the Throne Wolf, Hog glanced at Nanaque; Mok Chief didn’t even give Nanaque a chance to speak before, clearly disdainful of this weak female, leaving Nanaque’s carefully prepared attempts to persuade utterly futile, while Boboke beside her stifled a snicker.

Hey, her foolish sister was finally coming to terms with reality; not every werewolf was willing to listen like the Wise Wolf.

The Broken Tooth Clan, those hardheads, belonged to the most rude of the werewolves, the kind of persuasion they understood involved fists.

“Negotiations have failed, prepare for war.”

Boboke flexed its shoulders revealing a belligerent smile, while werewolf players around him each wore an excited grin.

The chieftains of the Grey Wolf Army weren’t afraid to fight with NPCs; they harbored ambitious plans to achieve big things in the Dark Mountain Range, but to plant their flag in the savage werewolf civilization, how could they expect to gain renown without challenging the five great clans?

Hog, however, silently glanced at some remaining powder on its paw, and once the group returned to the Grey Wolf Army’s camp, it took out a Blood Crystal Stone to activate, saying to the other end:

“Duchess Shani, I have already placed the Thorn Clan’s tracking dust on Mok Chief, your assassins now have their target, but I have one request.

Mok Chief must not die!

I have confirmed through contact that it is not a follower of The Master of Hunting; the descendants of the Secret Keeper are still upholding the duties of the past. They prevent us from nearing the Sacred land only due to their stubborn and conservative nature; such loyal strength is clearly a fine quality needed in the werewolf civilization.

The Broken Tooth Clan is still redeemable.

Mok Chief and its people can also become a part of Master Murphy and Lord Paryen’s god-killing plan.”

“You have lots of demands, esteemed Wise Wolf.”

Shani responded:

“Alright, I will spare its life; you all prepare for battle, my assassins will appear on the battlefield at the opportune moment to launch their kill, now just wait for Murphy and the Blood Fear Clan to be ready.”