My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2529 -844: The Wise Wolf’s Persuasion, Old Xinger’s Choice

While Murphy was busy trying to trick the elves into giving him a “Territory Development Subsidy Gift Pack,” everyone else was not idle.

For instance, the players of the Grey Wolf Army received a rather special task, requiring them to escort the Wise Wolf and Old Senke to a secret location near the ruins of the Farwalker Headquarters.

The task was described rather ambiguously, but given that it was marked as part of a Werewolf racial mission, the players dared not slack off. Although the Wise Wolf, with its current combat power, hardly needed the players to sacrifice themselves in critical moments, as the rising leader of the faction, the necessary pomp could not be lacking.

Hog was also a character who enjoyed interacting with others, so the actual experience of this escort mission was not dull.

The players and Hog almost chatted all the way to the designated location, and the Wise Wolf shared with the players its “slightly embellished” adventures in Transylvania from its younger days as a fascinating story.

Especially the part about its “fateful encounter” with Master Morphy, which Hog described with quite an artistic flair as “an inevitable miracle under the propulsion of fate.”

This boastful narrative was quite clever, but it couldn’t fool the cunning players.

What Hog didn’t know was that the story of its downfall back then had long been compiled by Ayu and Little Wei Ming as part of the “Transian Scenic Biography” on the forum.

During the players’ long wait as members of the Appetite Relief Party, every player had read those stories more than once; they were quite entertaining as adventure novels with player protagonists.

“Gosh, this Hog can really boast! Not even a bit ashamed; if I didn’t know the truth, I would have been fooled by it.”

The Head Lion Beast, carrying a Thermal Warblade and chewing on sweetgrass, grumbled to the nearby Moon Howling Wolf in player chat mode:

“What do you think would happen if I exposed its exaggerated lies by revealing its dismal truth about almost being cooked as a midnight snack by the savage werewolves of Transylvania?”

“Uh, it would likely get embarrassed and angry, then give you a difficult task you couldn’t possibly complete right now, just to let you experience the taste of disappointment… so, as a friend, I advise you not to take the risk.

But given that I’d also like to see some fun, I’ll encourage you to do something stupid.”

The Moon Howling Wolf laughed broadly and said:

“Everyone knows the intelligence level of the NPCs in this damn game. Basically, what happens in reality when you expose a boastful, face-saving person’s lies will essentially reenact here.

Darn, our leader Hog is slowly developing some vanity, consciously embellishing its origin story. I highly suspect that after it’s done writing ‘Into the Dark Mountain Ranges,’ its second autobiography will be called ‘A Few Affairs Between Me and Sir Morphy.’

“Vulgar! Too vulgar.”

In the chat channel marked “Chief Alliance of Grey Wolf Army,” White Big Wolf immediately objected:

“With Hog’s current literary caliber, how could it have such a vulgar name? I reckon its second autobiography will probably have a pretentious sounding title like ‘Primal Miracle: Howling of the Young Wolf at Midnight.’”

It’s said that the Wise Wolf’s teacher was a famous historian in Charldo Harbor. The knowledge imparted to Hog is enough to give the Wise Wolf a top-notch literary sophistication within the Society of Jackal People. Of course, being a literary talent among the Jackal People doesn’t count for much. I even saw Hog asking Sage Rui to help it correct typos.”

“Uh, so you all think if we ghostwrite for the Wise Wolf…”

The Moon Howling Wolf stroked the golden mane on its chin and suggested:

“Hire some struggling writers online, who write a thousand words for ten bucks, to embellish Hog’s past, integrate some ‘thirty years east, thirty years west’ plot lines. This might significantly improve its likability. After all, it’s our faction leader among the Werewolf players!

Look at how the vampires fawn over Sir Morphy; getting the faction leader’s favor is definitely beneficial.”

“Hmm, there’s potential!”

The Head Lion Beast’s eyes lit up, patting its thigh and giving a thumbs-up:

“You’re a genius at flattering NPCs. I’ll ask around in some novel groups when I log off to cook later. Struggling writers are everywhere.”

“Alright, then it’s in your hands.”

The Moon Howling Wolf and White Big Wolf finalized the matter, and the Head Lion Beast was happy to help. Meanwhile, Hog and Old Senke were also talking, but what they were discussing was definitely not about embellishing the past.

In fact, they were finalizing the negotiation process.

“We’ve released the Whip-tail Clan’s auxiliary army. Counting the time, they should have returned to the main camp of the Jackal People by now. When Old Singer sees my personal letter, he will certainly come to the appointment, but I cannot confirm what decision my half-brother will make.”

Riding on a Throne Wolf, Old Senke was somewhat worried.

It glanced at the marching route of the werewolf army, which was advancing under the firelight in the distance.

The flames flickering across the bleak black land represented that Gehrman Bonebite’s great army was force-marching toward the Brass Fortress Ruins. By the latest dawn, the werewolf army would storm the ruins, completely seizing the passage leading to the Ligurian Peninsula.