My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2534 -845: Gehrman·Bonebite’s Day of Glory (Part 3)

Even the most foolish Barbarian Soldiers knew that damned dwarf city was finished!

Nothing could stop the mighty Gnolls from advancing into the prosperous Ligurian Peninsula. A grand plunder and massacre would delight The Master of Hunting, and every Gnoll participating in this slaughter would become rich and as great as the army that conquered the world a century ago.

What ordinary Barbarian Soldiers could understand, Gehrman·Bonebite naturally was well aware of.

However, King Bite Bone had to have some style. He couldn’t impatiently lead the charge to the front lines himself. Since the warriors had already been dispatched, he would only personally lead the main force after they had entered the Brass Ruins and clarified the situation.

In fact, King Bite Bone’s thoughts were no longer on those homeless Brass Dwarves who had become pitiful refugees. He only wanted to lead his army as quickly as possible through the Gorgon Mountain Pass, into the Ligurian Peninsula, to accomplish what even the King of Bone Biting had not completed!

As long as he returned victorious with terrifying wealth and harvest, his reputation would surpass his ancestors, becoming the second true King of Bone Biting!

At this critical moment, however, the very annoying Old Chief Singer suddenly took the initiative to visit him and brought him an absolute “big surprise”.

“Hmm? You… you want to withdraw to your own territory at this time? And you’re willing to hand over your soldiers for me to command? Is the sun rising in the west?”

Gehrman·Bonebite looked at the frail Old Singer standing before him with shocked eyes. The surprise came so quickly that it took him by surprise, causing this Gnoll, who stubbornly didn’t like to use his brains, to become suspicious for a moment.

He said doubtfully:

“But why? We’ve already won; we just need one more step to enter the Ligurian Peninsula. Doesn’t the Whip-tail Clan crave that wealth and fame? Don’t you want to offer a bloody massacre to The Master of Hunting?”

“Believe me, Chief Gorman, I would love to. If I were fifty years younger, I would never give you this opportunity, but the problem is I’m too old.”

Old Singer sighed and said:

“These nearly two months of war have exhausted my old bones.

My legs are aching, and my eyes can no longer bear the strain. Now, I can’t even lift the lightest Hunting War Halberd. I must realize that time is no longer forgiving to me. Perhaps, soon, I will have to meet King Felix and report to the old gentleman.

In short, I must return.

If I’m really going to die, I hope to die in my own nest.

But this does not mean that our Whip-tail Clan will give up the gains from this plunder. I will leave my seventy thousand hunters under your command, and I demand half of all the spoils…”

“Impossible! Your appetite is too big.”

Gehrman·Bonebite firmly refused:

“Giving you a fifth is my bottom line! You know, without your hunters, I can still enter the Ligurian Peninsula and slaughter the weak Half-body Men there.”

“But without my hunters, your Barbarian Soldiers can’t catch up with them. A siege without speed and efficiency will only turn your massacre plan into a sieve full of holes.”

Old Singer shrewdly bargained:

“I can withdraw those loyal to me, allowing your Military Governors to take over my army more quickly, but at least a quarter of the spoils must go to us! Also, I want the dwarves in the Brass Ruins, turning the survivors of the bloody battle into slaves and sending them to the Whip-tail Clan’s territory.”

“What do you want those dwarves for?”

Gehrman asked suspiciously:

“Aren’t your clan’s Gnoll Servants enough?”

“Gnoll Servants are always sufficient, but the problem is, the Slave Masters in Sin Castle don’t need Gnoll Servants as their merchandise.”

Old Singer chuckled and said:

“Those Sinful Dwarves control many mines in the Dark Mountain Range and possess the ability to produce the finest weapons and armor in the Dark Mountain Range. They have been the biggest business partners of the Whip-tail Clan for decades. They will offer a good price for these Brass Dwarves slaves.

After all, what The Master of Hunting craves in terms of blood doesn’t specify a particular group.

You can go ahead and pursue the weaker Half-body Men in the Ligurian Peninsula; there’s no need to stay in the Brass Ruins and fight wits and courage with the stubborn dwarves.

This exchange doesn’t harm you, Gehrman Bite-Bone Chieftain… uh, shouldn’t I perhaps address you as the ‘Hunting King’?”

“That old immortal has a way with words…”

Gehrman remained expressionless, but inwardly he was very pleased with this nickname.

He was already tempted, as the elite hunters of the Whip-tail Clan were indeed the force he desperately needed. After weighing the pros and cons several times, he nodded and said:

“Alright, I agree to your terms, Chief Xinger. You are indeed a rare elder of our tribe and should not be burdened with the arduous task of running to the battlefield. Leave the fighting to us young ones. Do you need me to send someone to escort you back to the Whip-tail Clan’s territory?”

“No, no need. Though I am old, if it’s just a journey home, I can manage it myself. So, I take my leave here and wish you the best of success. Great, destined to be remembered in history, Hunting King, may your conquests be smooth…”