My Players Are So Fierce

“I just want my children to grow up healthy. Beyond that, I ask for nothing else. Their father has already suffered enough because of this damned bloodline…”

At this point, Nanaque glanced at the smiling Murphy and said:

“He might even die on the battlefield because of that damned destined fate.”

“Mr. Huggesen chose his own path. You shouldn’t hate me because of it, Lady Nanaque. I didn’t force him to become the Black Commander.”

Murphy answered:

“But I understand your Werewolf people’s view on life. To you, dying on the battlefield is not an unacceptable result, so bless your lover and protect you and his children.

However, we might need to discuss that matter that has been put aside, Lord Senke. Both Hog and I want to know, for whom did you perform the enhancement eighty years ago?

Most importantly, where is that person now?”

“I…”

Upon hearing this question, the calm Old Senke showed a hint of nervousness. He glanced at Hog, but the Wise Wolf knew that Old Senke was not afraid of him but rather another werewolf hidden within his own consciousness.

Therefore, Hog added:

“Lord Felix also wants to know the answer to this mystery. He doesn’t blame you for it but is curious under what circumstances his most loyal brother broke his oath of secrecy?”

“It was an accident.”

Old Senke immediately stopped struggling upon hearing this. He explained with strong shame and guilt:

“At that time, my king had already disappeared for twenty years. I had not yet sealed myself in the Sacred Land and was still serving as the chieftain of the Broken Tooth Clan outside.

But I already knew that the Dark Mountain Range had changed. The Bonebite Clan was being contested by the three sons of my king. Most of the Dark Mountain Range had become their battlefield, and a scar of faith was rising. The Split Claw Clan was also recruiting Psychics.

Although I am not wise.

I also knew the werewolves had returned to chaos, making me lose faith in my tribesmen, especially when the faith of the Master of Hunting showed signs of rising, making me pessimistic about the future of the werewolves.

At that time, I had just completed enhancement under the guidance of the Holy Land Guardian. I no longer trusted any werewolf other than myself to protect the Sacred Land for my king, so I had to do it myself.

I performed a longevity enhancement on myself, deciding to guard this place until I die completely.

But at that moment, an accident happened. My brother… well, my half-brother’s clan was embroiled in the battle of the Sons of Bone Bite, and his clan was wiped out overnight. He escaped and came to seek refuge with me.

He was very old, as old as me.

He was also a guard of my king. Unlike me, he was just a reserve Hunting Guard back then, but he guessed that I was entrusted with a mission by the king; his mind has always been sharp.

I should have killed him.

But in the end, I couldn’t bring myself to harm my brother; he begged for my help, even saying he could share the responsibility given by the king with me.

He was dying then; he begged to live.

After a difficult decision, I knocked him out and took him to the Sacred Land to perform the same longevity enhancement as myself before throwing him out.

I gave him the help he needed.

The price was that he was not to approach the Broken Tooth Territory again, otherwise, I would use the force left by my king to kill him. As proven, he kept his promise…”

“Wait! A werewolf as long-lived as you?”

Nanaque exclaimed:

“Are you referring to the old Chieftain Xinger of the Whip-tail Clan? Our Black Eye Clan is a vassal to the Whip-tail Clan. I heard about old Xinger’s legends from my father.

It is said that he claimed to have received the blessing of the King of Bone Biting, allowing him to resist death… This is also how he gained the first followers of the Whip-tail Clan, and over the decades, painstakingly managed to make the Whip-tail Clan one of the five major clans.”

“Yes, that’s Xinger.”

Old Senke sighed and said:

“I don’t know if it was right to help him back then, but the Broken Tooth Clan could stay in this backwater for decades because of the Whip-tail Clan’s secret assistance, sending a batch of supplies each year to help us stand firm.

But don’t think this makes old Xinger as loyal as me.

I know my brother well; he was just waiting!

Waiting for me to die, so he could justly seize this sacred duty, he was also coveting the king’s treasury. Master Felix admired Xinger back then but commented that Xinger was a cunning guy.

But being crafty, he could never achieve great things.”

“But now is exactly the time!”

Murphy and Hog exchanged a glance. The Wise Wolf read the expression of Master Murphy. He whispered to Old Senke:

“Old Xinger has received gifts from Lord Felix’s treasury; now is the time for him to repay this gift. The Whip-tail Clan might not take part in the war against the Master of Hunting, but they must remain neutral in this Black Disaster.

Otherwise, they will also become our enemies.”

“Hmmm… I can try to persuade him.”

Old Senke said:

“But I can’t guarantee he will listen.”

“He will listen.”

Murphy softly said:

“If he is as cunning as you describe…”