My Players Are So Fierce

Until now, everyone could finally see the obstruction before them clearly.

It was a Gnoll.

An incredibly old Gnoll.

Hog swore that in his entire life, he had never seen such an aged being. The fur on its tail was almost entirely gone, its eyes were foggy as if blind, and its body was visibly weak, making movement difficult. The reason it could still launch an attack was due to the black exoskeleton it was wearing.

But this was far inferior to the Hunting Crown of the King of Bone Biting, failing to protect its entire body and being paralyzed in place by one of Triss’s electric shocks.

However, the clothing on this old Gnoll was intriguing.

It was not the traditional clan battle attire of the Gnolls, but a distinctly futuristic black uniform.

A complete top and pants, shoes specially designed for the Gnoll’s curved feet, along with a matching silver badge hanging on its chest, made it look like a qualified security guard of a major enterprise, filled with the deterrence of a BGY five-star general.

Murphy and Hog immediately recognized this uniform.

This was the uniform worn by the Gnoll security guards in those memory illusions about the Eden District, and from the earlier cries of the old Gnoll filled with tragic anger, they could ascertain its identity.

“By the King of Bone Biting, are you Chief Sunk?”

Hog exclaimed:

“Have you lived all the way to now? Have you always been guarding here? But it’s been a hundred years…”

“And who are you?”

The old Gnoll paralyzed in place heard someone call its name, which cleared its mind slightly. With cloudy eyes, it looked at Hog and roared:

“Why do you bring outsiders to our sacred land? You traitor! Why didn’t my incompetent son stop you? Has he abandoned the noble duty of the guardian of secrets?

Bastard!

I am going to personally strangle that worthless fool!”

“This is quite complicated to explain…”

Hog was about to describe to this genuine ‘senior’ in front of him when he felt a consciousness stirring within his heart, saying:

“Thus, let Lord Felix explain to you.”

“?”

The old Senke, who had been guarding the sacred land for decades, thought he had misheard.

But in the next moment, the weakened consciousness of the King of Bone Biting took over Hog’s body.

Though still in a pathetic silhouette, the unstoppable aura burst forth, immediately driving old Senke to tremble with excitement.

It recognized the soul steering that frail body.

It seemed to have instantly returned from aging to a fiery youthful era, standing upright in a flash despite being paralyzed, shouting in a booming voice:

“Great King! You have finally returned, I knew you would return like lightning as before whenever our clan faces a crisis. Your sacred land is safe; I await your return.

Those fools claimed you died, but I never believed it. How could such a great leader as you fall?

Undoubtedly, you were simply biding your time…

King, your soldiers are still here!

I am still here!

Please lead us to conquer the world once again!”

Its shout was filled with fervor and loyalty, causing the surrounding Gnoll guards to look at each other in disbelief.

What?

Has this old Gnoll dressed in strange clothing gone insane?

It actually calls the Wise Wolf ‘King of Bone Biting’?

At this moment, Felix, who was controlling Hog’s body, gazed at the old fellow in front of him who, a hundred years later, still refused to acknowledge reality, with eyes filled with emotions and guilt. He never anticipated that a single command made long ago would genuinely lead old Senke to guard here for a full century.

A hundred years.

For Gnolls, it’s already three generations.

He entrusted the task to old Senke due to his loyalty but didn’t realize what the command signified for this Gnoll before him.

Despite ages changing, with the stories of the King of Bone Biting becoming legends, and the era of world conquest long past, as the two from a hundred years ago met again in this way, Felix, who had lived an entire life without regrets, couldn’t suppress the guilt in his heart.

“Sunk…”

Felix spoke solemnly:

“I’m back, your vigilance is over; I know you have many questions, and I have much to tell you, my brother. But for now, let us handle the business first. Since you are still here, many things become easier.

I need you to immediately go out and stop the battle between the Broken Tooth Clan and the Grey Wolf Army, preserve the living strength, prepare for combat!”

“Combat?”

The old Senke, upon hearing this word from the mouth of the King of Bone Biting, enthusiastically roared:

“What kind of dog filth dares to provoke you? Great King, though aged, I am still willing to serve as your vanguard, tell me who we are to fight against?”

“The Master of Hunting! A god molded by my own hands…”

The King of Bone Biting spoke solemnly:

“The mistake from a hundred years ago deserves correction, Sunk, as before, help me gather the army!”

“A god? Ha, indeed, that is a worthy opponent for you. Please wait, invincible King, I’ll help you… cough cough… uh… I’m a bit… uh… I can’t breathe…”

“Triss! Quickly, use electroshock therapy, this old man is too excited, he’s having a heart attack.”