My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2594 -865: Sir, This Way! (3)

This made Huggesen have to admire the resilience and cunning of the Transia People under Murphy’s leadership. That nation, which had been ravaged by the Black Disaster four times in history, seemed to have transformed after enduring so many disasters, becoming sharp like a flame.

If the King of Bone Biting had faced such opponents a hundred years ago, even Lord Felix would have felt troubled, wouldn’t he?

With such feelings, Huggesen left the camp, riding his Throne Wolf Death Claw for some “post-dinner exercise,” casually choosing a direction to move forward, intending to clear even a little obstacle for his warriors with his strength.

This “randomly refreshed” faction leader caused havoc for several unsuspecting player teams. Faced with an enemy like Huggesen, even veteran players couldn’t come up with effective countermeasures in a sudden encounter.

Moreover, Huggesen is God’s Chosen of hunting, naturally possessing a trait of being untraceable.

The players who died were still excitedly reporting locations, planning to gather people to rage against the boss, but Huggesen had already disappeared from sight.

Just like a wandering death ghost in the swamp, after consecutively eliminating four teams of players, the command center decisively withdrew all players and NPCs active in that area, and then Huggesen’s whereabouts were sent to the “official partner of Transylvania.”

Half an hour later, Huggesen, holding the Split Claw Warhammer, stretched his neck, and having just completed a hunt, he was holding a strange round seed.

Behind him in the muddy ground lay a wild thorn beast killed by a frontal attack. This creature was basically considered the most dangerous entity in the swamp’s ecology at present, but even a natural war beast couldn’t withstand more than three minutes in front of God’s Chosen.

“This thing is interesting.”

Huggesen mounted his Throne Wolf, playing with the thorn beast seed in his hand.

He thought of giving this thing to the priests under his command to study. This thing clearly wasn’t naturally formed, perhaps related to the knowledge granted by the gods of Avalon, and since humans could master this knowledge, so could the Hyena Wolf People.

He planned to leave here and return to the camp, but Death Claw stopped after a few steps, its four paws stepping in the muddy water, growling deeply in a certain direction.

Huggesen had long discovered the sneaky figure there, but he just couldn’t be bothered. Now that the figure actively revealed itself, it piqued his interest.

God’s Chosen turned around, looking at the small-sized Hyena Wolf People emerging from the swamp.

The latter wore armor with a strong clan style, a bloody claw flag on its back, small in stature but dressed imposingly, a red Throne Wolf by its side, scared motionless by Death Claw.

“Mighty God’s Chosen, I am the local Hyena Wolfman Leader of Transylvania, my name is Nash.”

Nash, the second Chieftain of the Bloodclaw Clan, cautiously raised its paw, approaching Huggesen, speaking loudly with fear:

“My clan harbored a detachment of your soldiers during the battle. From them, I learned of your impending attack on Transylvania with your mighty army.

This thrilled the local Hyena Wolf People; we’ve been oppressed by the Transia Barbarians for a long time. A few months ago, they launched a brutal hunt against us, killing seventy percent of our kin, and even took our Sacred Land, Wolf Castle!

We once depended on the strong of the Pestilence Clan, but even the vanguard of Pestilence Clan was wiped out by them from top to bottom.

This swamp used to be our territory, as you can see, but the Transia People cast a sinister curse here, making it dangerous and terrifying.

The Bloodclaw Clan alone cannot possibly contend with the Transia People!

But now you have come, giving local Hyena Wolf People a backbone!

Please follow me to Smugglers’ Forest, mighty God’s Chosen. Your soldiers are waiting there for you, as are the local vengeful Hyena Wolf People, eager for you to lead them.”

Nash spoke with genuine emotion.

And he wasn’t just spouting nonsense; almost everything he said was true. But Huggesen was indifferent to it, allowing Nash to approach him. This little guy sensibly stopped ten steps away, prostrating himself on the ground, waiting for Huggesen’s response.

The suffocating silence lasted about ten seconds, then Huggesen made a peculiar nasal sound and said:

“Where is Smugglers’ Forest?”

“Just northwest, my king, please follow me. It will take less than twenty minutes to get there.”

Nash rejoiced internally, thinking he had deceived this mighty God’s Chosen, but the next second, Huggesen coldly said:

“I appeared here forty minutes ago, killed the last team of Undying Spirits roughly twenty-five minutes ago, and you appeared within my perception five minutes ago. The time in between is exactly twenty minutes, just enough for you to rush here from your territory.

You’re quite efficient, not even taking a detour, just like someone told you I was here…

So, have the Transia People already developed a means to quickly convey messages even under an environment of Spiritual Energy interference?

Hmm, these guys are indeed not to be underestimated.”

“Ah, this!”

Nash was startled, realizing he was exposed. He immediately sprung up and turned to flee, but in the next moment, the Split Claw Warhammer wrapped in lightning whistled over, landing right in front of Nash, causing the muddy ground to splash and crack.

This thunderous strike halted Nash in his tracks, his tail trembling in fright.

He shakily raised his head to look at Huggesen approaching him, knowing he was doomed today.

Ah, Lord Hog, your servant is going to kick the bucket. It’s a shame to not witness the bright future for the Hyena Wolf People you promised.

But the anticipated death didn’t come.

Instead, Huggesen merely reached out to reclaim his weapon, stretched his neck, and said to Nash:

“Lead the way, I’ll take a tour of your territory.”

“Hmm?”

Nash was dumbfounded.

He didn’t know what this guy intended until Huggesen spoke the next sentence:

“By the way, call your new master Murphy over. Before the decisive battle begins, I’d like to have a talk with him.”