My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2598 -867: When Personal Struggle Clashes with the Course of History…

Faced with Huggesen’s retort, Lady Triss, renowned for her wisdom, who is the most outstanding theologian and an exceptionally remarkable historian on the continent, found herself momentarily at a loss for words.

Well, Huggesen could indeed withdraw the troops, but what would be the consequences?

As the chosen of the hunting god, it would be abandoned instantly, becoming the pariah among the Wolf People, while Gehrman Bonebite, who was initiating an epic Waaaagh on the Ligurian Peninsula, would immediately rise to power. The slaughter and conquest conducted by King Bonebite there were already very much to the liking of The Master of Hunting. Should it become the chosen of the hunting god, the awakening cycle of the Evil God would likely be compressed to within a week.

Compared to the thorough preparations for war already made by Transylvania, the Ligurian Peninsula was truly indefensible. Once the Black Disaster truly ignites there, the ensuing impact would undoubtedly be catastrophic.

Thus, all things considered, Triss had to reach a dismal conclusion that maintaining the status quo with Huggesen would be the best solution for the direction of the war.

Murphy did not express any opinion on the matter.

He observed Huggesen before him, noticing the warhammer in its left claw and the thesis from Hog held in its right.

This scene seemed to have some hidden metaphor.

It represented a life path in which Huggesen might assume Hog’s responsibilities. Unfortunately, fate was not kind to it, as the flickering blood light around it already signified that Huggesen’s destiny was fixed.

Like Murphy, it could only follow the predetermined path until the end arrived.

However, the Jackal person before him did not seem particularly dissatisfied with this. After all, from the perspective of their worldview and values, perishing in the final battle of a fierce war was not an unacceptable outcome.

In fact, this is what many Hyena Wolfman warriors have always pursued — a perfect curtain call.

They had been savage for nearly a thousand years, long since unable to enjoy a quiet and peaceful life.

“I am not here to plead for mercy, two vampires.”

Huggesen straightforwardly revealed its stance, speaking to Murphy in this slightly dim chieftain’s cave:

“I am only engaging in the first and last conversation with you before the decisive battle begins. Using the customs of your civilized faction, this is called a ‘last ultimatum.’ Perhaps I should ask you to surrender at this moment, or you could sternly demand that I lay down my arms.

But we all know that would be a waste of time.

So, let’s skip the mutual insults and talk about serious matters.

Besides mobilizing the entire Split Claw Clan, the Blood Scar Clan will also send reinforcement to the battlefield in Transylvania. I have sent a message via Field Marshal Hass to Chief Amot. Given the current situation on the Ligurian Peninsula, the Blood Scar Clan is eager to see Transylvania engulfed in flames.

That devout chieftain is unlikely to refuse this call for aid, and he will send the most fanatical warriors of The Master of Hunting to your front lines, and your task is to…

Kill them!

No!

Kill them all.”

Huggesen spoke with a blood-chilled and nonchalant tone:

“The lingering poison of the Master of Hunting has afflicted the Jackal people for over a hundred years. Every warrior still living more or less wishes to offer their blood to the divine spirit, deeming it their destiny, but that is merely a development of savage tradition to the extreme fallacy.

I cannot imagine what the future society of the Jackal people will be like, but I am certain that as long as these fanatics exist, my people will find it difficult to break free from the shackles of the past to follow the Wise Wolf on the road to the future.

They are the locks of the old era, binding the door to the future, and parting ways always requires courage. A hundred years ago, we failed to bid farewell to the past, and now it naturally requires a greater price.

I have gathered the wildest, most frenzied, and coldest of the Jackal people into an army and brought them before you. This is the last thing I can do for my race as the god’s chosen for hunting. It might also be the only thing I can do for my clan.

Kill them!

Show no mercy. Dispel us in front of your defensive line with the most efficient methods you can imagine, but you can’t expect me to stay neutral in this war. I will indeed exert all my efforts to command my army and utilize all the power at my disposal to break through your line.

Only this way can I ensure the gaze of The Master of Hunting stays on me.

Lady Triss, I’ve heard that you’re the best theologian on the continent. Do you know why I’m doing this?”

“I understand.”

Triss nodded and said calmly,

“It is indeed necessary, especially when a battle to overthrow the gods will ignite simultaneously with the decisive battle at the Maginot Line. You have made yourself a ‘sacrifice.’ I retract my previous sarcasm; in terms of courage and resolve, you have surpassed 99% of the beings on this continent.

At least if it were me, I couldn’t make such a firm resolution, which signifies a rather terrifying outcome but one that is, in a way, quite honorable.”

“During the decisive battle, you may divert part of your forces to assaulting the eastern segment of the Maginot Line.”

Murphy softly replied:

“In the region near the Klim Fortress and around Wolf Castle, throw all the most ferocious warriors there at will. I assure you that at a pivotal moment, they will meet an unavoidable demise. As for myself, I will be waiting for your challenge in the middle section near the western area, Huggesen.”