My Players Are So Fierce

“We arrived a bit late, sorry, but we finally made it.”

Hog’s operation here was not as smooth as planned.

Disguised as a soldier of the Broken Tooth Clan, he raced towards the Sacred Land but ended up clashing with the warriors of the Broken Tooth Clan guarding this place. However, Hog was lucky; just as he was about to be surrounded and wiped out, the belated rescuers finally appeared.

The long-unseen massive Blood Wings unfolded in the bleak and eerie night. Then, in Master Murphy’s gentle voice, a dazzling lightning storm, controlled by goddess-like Lady Triss, swept across the barren wilderness beneath this ridge.

This scene was truly cool.

Especially when Handsome Murphy landed quietly amidst the background of thunderstorm unleashed by Triss, giving a sense of the stern and murderous presence akin to Batman entering the scene.

Triss held back, only knocking the surrounding fierce Hyena-man guards into a coma without taking their lives. After all, once Hog opened up the Sacred Land, the Broken Tooth Clan, descending from “keepers of secrets,” would become potential allies of the Grey Wolf Army. Ruining relationships now would be somewhat uncivil.

Excited, Hog jumped off the Throne Wolf, grabbed a Bone Knife beside him, and cautiously watched Nanaque ahead, who looked at him with slight disdain. He quickly moved forward and knelt in a standard loyalty pose before Murphy, who descended from the sky.

Lord nodded slightly and gently helped his servant up, glancing at Nanaque, who was guarded by several elite soldiers of the Black Eye Clan, and said softly:

“Is this her?”

“Yes, Nanaque Black-eye, my mistress, Huggesen’s lover, and the mother of his child.”

Hog whispered:

“As long as she’s in your hands, the Choosen Marshal will always be affected when making decisions. I brought her here to entrust her to your protection. Once her identity is exposed, the entire Blood Scar Clan and Bonebite Clan will do their utmost to kill her.”

“Damn it! Wise Wolf, I knew you were a Hyena-man traitor! You dog!”

Hog and Murphy’s conversation wasn’t hidden from Nanaque’s listening. Upon hearing Hog’s intention to hand her over, she jolted and turned to run, but in the next second, Triss’s sleep spell struck her body.

Nanaque, a rare traditional Shaman among Hyena-men, possessed resistance to Spiritual Energy. However, the power of Triss’s personal attack was beyond her defense, and she slumped over her Throne Wolf, leaving the Black Eye guards at a loss. But they had been influenced by Hog’s “Hyena-man leader aura” long enough.

When Hog said not to worry, these guys retracted their weapons and escorted the unconscious Nanaque, continuing forward following the Wise Wolf.

They were now only one mountain pass away from the Hyena-man Sacred Land, with the Civilization Museum of the Jackalman hidden in the bare valley ahead.

To be honest, this place had no obvious features, neither Spiritual Energy convergence nor unusual phenomena. Such hills were scattered throughout the Dark Mountain Range, even in the Broken Tooth Clan territory, there were dozens.

If not guided personally by the King of Bone Biting, no one would pay attention to this ordinary wasteland, and no wonder Twilight spent a hundred years searching but never found the source of the King of Bone Biting’s power.

Not blaming Twilight for not trying hard, it’s just that Lord Felix, that Hyena-man security squad leader, hid things too well.

“Even the guards of the Broken Tooth Clan protecting the Sacred Land don’t know the exact location of the Civilization Museum; they’re only stationed here and not allowed to approach this area.”

Hog led the way riding the Throne Wolf and introduced to Murphy:

“Ever since Lord Felix talked with Huggesen last time, he fell into a long sleep. Although Lord Felix did not say it explicitly, I could sense his consciousness weakening day by day. Perhaps, the second death of the King of Bone Biting is imminent.”

“He will go where he wants to; this was something I promised him.”

Advancing while flapping his wings, Murphy said softly:

“If you can bring the Hyena-men back to the right path, Felix’s atonement will be almost complete. The King of Bone Biting is confident that opening the Civilization Museum will counteract The Master of Hunting’s pollution. I guess there are other secrets hidden in this place of creation.”

“We will find out once inside.”

Holding a notebook ready to record the moment, Triss urged:

“Hurry up, open it.”

“Hmm, according to the King of Bone Biting’s saying, the entrance to the Sacred Land is in a natural mountain stream, right ahead.”

Hog was also very excited.

He rode the Throne Wolf onto the rocky path leading into the valley, his mind replaying his aimless early life and the exciting adventures of recent times. When he first became a “Wise Wolf,” he often doubted himself, wondering how a plain, disabled dwarf from Transylvania could have the honor to rescue a race.

But when reaching this step, Hog calmed down instead.

Although he was picked as the “hero” by Master Murphy, he completed this journey of roots himself step by step.

He formed the Grey Wolf Army, he reached this point with his two hands, he had enough qualifications to declare himself a hero of the Hyena-men. The next step forward, he might also be remembered as a “great figure” like Lord Felix by future generations.