My Players Are So Fierce

With the issuance of the commencement order, the entire camp of the Grey Wolf Army sprang into action. Teams of werewolves surged out of their tents, led by their respective centurions, raising their clan flags amidst the shouting of the military governors. The Grand Marshal unified and readied respective forces for the expedition.

The female hyena people directly under the chieftains distributed various crude scrolls and potions needed for the battle.

Thanks to Hog’s command incorporating the Pestilence Clan, a clan of spiritual energy, the soldiers of the Grey Wolf Army received a variety of potions. Though they were merely very basic ones like primary berserk, primary strength, or primary healing, the logistical supply was indeed far ahead of that impoverished Broken Tooth Clan over there.

Moreover, werewolf versions of the victory wine were also being distributed.

This concoction was originally invented by werewolves during the Fourth Black Disaster and was abandoned due to its lousy effects. However, pharmacists from the Pestilence Clan had received formula sharing from Transia People, enabling them to create a weakened but more effective version of the victory wine.

With the werewolves’ exaggerated physical qualities, drinking it wouldn’t lead to death, but after the berserk phase, they would fall into prolonged weakness, and might even be left with disabilities.

Hog distributed this extensively, to compensate for the lack of hunting priests in the Grey Wolf Army, and it was definitely something to be consumed only at desperate times.

“Our army is strong! Alas, the individual equipment is too poor. I’ve heard that our Transia brothers have completed their weapon upgrades. I wonder if they could spare some of the surplus heavy rifles for our Grey Wolf Army.

And the steel protectors—werewolves are too lacking in this aspect. If both sides could form a complement, that would be simply perfect.”

Chieftain Grey Big Wolf of the Blade Fang Tribe, riding on a throne wolf, wagged his tail and gazed at the army preparing to set out. He couldn’t help but express this feeling.

Other chieftain players echoed.

In their view, the werewolf’s perfect stance was to receive the armament support of the civilized camp, and then complete their armament with firearms, explosives, and fine protectors. Only in this way could the werewolves fully unleash their war potential.

“That is a matter for later, don’t worry about it now.”

Head Lion Beast, with a large hunting bone blade slung over his shoulder, donned a stylish clan battle helmet and chewed sweet root grass, he said in a deep voice:

“Once the false god, The Master of Hunting is executed, and Wise Wolf Lord leads us to switch sides to the camp of order, then there will be enough reason for both sides to share resources. At that time, we, the werewolf player forces, will truly rise.”

“Why should we werewolves join their civilized camp?”

Moonlight Wild Wolf, wielding a war halberd, shouted:

“We have the numbers, and our quality isn’t lacking either as long as Wise Wolf leads us away from the werewolf’s lousy reputation, reclaiming the head of the false god and returning to the true faith of the creator, we can completely be a third party outside chaos and order!

Just like the Sanghai People who claim to be Sons of Creation!

With a lofty stance, roaming outside mundane civilizations, no need to watch others’ faces, no need to breathe anyone’s air. With Sir Murphy and our player brothers secretly aiding us, we could even turn the entire Dark Mountain Range into our kingdom!

If any king dares dissent, let him personally lead an army to talk with us!

Brothers, do you still remember the oath we made when the Grey Wolf Army was established? We vowed to make the world tremble with our force, to accomplish a great feat that King of Bone Biting couldn’t achieve, letting werewolves live proudly on this continent. Now is the time to fulfill that oath!

As long as we win this battle!

If we can face one of the five great clans head-on and seize a grand victory, our Grey Wolf Army’s name will resound throughout the entire Dark Mountain Range. This is the true starting point of our endeavor!”

“Indeed, this battle is destined to be challenging.”

White Big Wolf, having chosen an ancient werewolf form, pulled the reins of the throne wolf, responding to the listening player chieftains around him:

“I don’t need to think to know that tonight, brothers might lose the clans they’ve worked hard to build, and might even cost us our lives.

But this is a big endeavor! At this time, one must not hesitate to sacrifice themselves.

I will lead my ‘White Tooth Clan’ in the charge to open up the battle for the brothers. If my clan is destroyed, other brothers will step up.

I think we might as well take this opportunity to make a contract. As long as we win tonight’s battle, the destroyed clans will be helped to rebuild by other clans. We have 187 large and small clans in the Grey Wolf Army now, it’s time to step onto the player stage as a frontier vassal.

Let’s maintain this scale for now.

For the time being, don’t add new members or establish new clans. Later werewolf player brothers who wish to join us will have to make a name first. Only after gaining everyone’s approval can they open new clan affiliations.”

“Good idea, but I must say, wasn’t your gym teacher an esports player before teaching math? We actually have 188 clans now.”

Fure Immortal, rushing over on a throne wolf, reminded:

“You forgot to count the Soul Stealers clan. They are also part of the werewolves, although they’re not here now, Lao Xie and his brothers are fighting for everyone’s shared cause in Baphomet’s a Palace.

Count them in!”

“Alright, we’ll prove it with this pledge!”

Seeing the atmosphere was right, Moonlight Wild Wolf raised his weapon and loudly declared:

“Today, here, our 188 brothers establish the ‘Grey Wolf Alliance’, advancing and retreating together, achieving grand feats in this alien world! Tonight, against Broken Tooth, victory or death! We absolutely won’t retreat!”

“Victory or death! Absolutely won’t retreat!”

Fure Immortal shouted excitedly along.

Men’s friendship is strange and pure like this, willing to walk through knives and flames when the passion is high, more players were infected and joined in, amplifying the roar. There was even a smart one yelling this vow in the werewolf tongue, leading the surrounding werewolf guards to shout loudly in response.

Until finally, the entire Grey Wolf Army was shouting the war vow of “Victory or death”, these words sounded motivating, and completely fit the reckless nature of the werewolves, practically tailor-made slogan!

Uh-oh, Broken Tooth Clan is in trouble now.