My Players Are So Fierce

Nanaque, unable to go to the battlefield, was arranged to follow Hog’s group. Riding her Throne Wolf, she charged with Wise Wolf through the nocturnal sandstorm. After bypassing an enemy camp, Nanaque finally couldn’t help but ask:

“You have thrown all your forces into a reckless gamble, essentially abandoning the power you’ve painstakingly built, just to get close to that so-called ‘Sacred Land.’ Have you considered the possibility that there’s nothing there…

You claim to want to save the soul of the Wolf People civilization, yet you make such a terrible wager.

Is it truly worth it?”

“This isn’t gambling, Nanaque. Gambling is not good; no one should favor gambling.”

Hog, clad in the Broken Tooth Clan’s protectors, rode her Throne Wolf across the barren lands without turning her head, saying:

“I am certain the Sacred Land holds everything we’ve been searching for on this journey, and it’s not the end for the Grey Wolf Army.

It’s a starting point, a brand new beginning.

I brought you here because you are one of the few wise ones among the Wolf People, and because you are the lover of Huggesen, carrying the Blood Descendant lineage of the King of Bone Biting. You must record all of this tonight; in the future, it is destined to become a new epic for our race.

I will prove to you and all the warriors of the Grey Wolf Army that the blood we shed along the way will nurture the flowers of civilization, and our history will remember tonight…

The Wolf People will reclaim their noble traditions!

Tonight we shall shed our savagery and return to our enlightened nature under the creator’s gaze.

Just like Master Morphy led Transylvania to rise from the mire, the Wolf People have wallowed in the sludge for too long; it’s time for us to learn to stand up.”

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The main force of the Grey Wolf Army is coming, Chieftain! Those lunatics haven’t stopped charging all the way; they’ve lost at least ten thousand men along this road!”

The scout of the Broken Tooth Clan, riding a Bipedal Dragon, landed in Mok Chief’s great formation and hurriedly reported:

“Those guys are crazy!

Their chieftains are even personally leading the Barbarian Soldiers in battle, resembling a pack of mad wolves, biting at our rear positions without fear of losses. They’ve used wicked Potions, as if under the influence of Bloodlust Skill, the clan over there can’t hold on.”

“Hm?”

This report made Mok Chief feel a tinge of unease.

He glanced ahead; his elite forces were fiercely attacking the pirate army, engaged in the night combat against the stubborn Blood Fear Pirates. These cowardly scoundrels generally don’t fight tough battles, but tonight they were unusually resilient.

“Does the Flag of Wise Wolf stand among the Grey Wolf Army?”

Mok Chief asked, the messenger immediately answered:

“Yes! It’s right in the center of their forces, guarded by the clan named ‘Moon Shadow.’ Based on previous reports from our Scouts, Moon Shadow Clan is directly under Wise Wolf Hog, it’s his trusted aide.”

“That damned prophet!”

Mok Chief squinted his eyes, analyzing the battlefield. The pirate army up front wouldn’t be overwhelmed soon, but the crazed Grey Wolf Army charging from behind seemed more threatening. To buy his clansmen time to maneuver at the rear, perhaps he should personally go teach them a lesson.

Though the Grey Wolf Army appeared crazed, they were a newly emerging force. Mok Chief had dealt with many ambitious comrades like that.

The tribal nature of Wolf People makes gathering easy, but forming the cohesion of an Elder Clan takes much longer. Hence, if he could capture or kill the leader of the Grey Wolf Army on the battlefield, their morale would be severely shattered.

Moreover, as far as he knew, the Grey Wolf Army consisted of over a hundred small clans. Once Hog was dead or captured, these clans might start fighting among themselves.

Mok Chief was a Wolf Person; no one understood the chaotic nature of Wolf People better than him.

With this thought, Mok Chief quickly finalized a battle plan, delegating the command of the front battlefield to his two most trusted Grand Marshals. Then he dispatched a portion of the Clan Guard and very discreetly crossed the battlefield to reach the flank of the rear defensive area.

Indeed, the situation was as the messenger described, the Wolf People of the Grey Wolf Army charged at the rear of the Broken Tooth Clan like madmen. The armies bearing different clan flags assaulted in a rotation charged manner continuously.

If one clan couldn’t break the line, another would follow closely behind.

It’s rare to see the Grey Wolf Army Chieftains personally leading troops on the battlefield, but today was an exception. Mok Chief watchd closely, those tall ones, akin to the Blood Descendant of Bone Biter’s Little Chiefs, would drink a strange Potion before setting out, which made them wildly aggressive, and their soldiers did the same.

Mok Chief personally witnessed a thousand-strong clan shouting chaotically their battle cry of “Victory or Death,” attacking the Broken Tooth Clan’s positions like waves crashing mercilessly, yet failing to breach through, even the charging chieftain drowned in the counterattack of Broken Tooth warriors.

But before the Broken Tooth Clan could catch their breath, another thousand-strong clan howled similarly, charging like the previous ones in a frenzy, not caring about casualties!

They used this rotating clan ‘death charge’ technique to kill their way here, no wonder they lost ten thousand men along the road.