My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2821 -941: Who Wouldn’t Like a Generous “Friend” in Times of Need?

The number of Wolf People who escaped from the battlefield at Klim Fortress was very few, and those who returned alive to the swamp were less than ten percent.

Before the Master of Hunting returned to the Divine Kingdom to deal with the God Slayer’s harassment, his final command to those crazed bandits charging the battlefield to attack the Wolf God was to fight to the death without retreat. The vast majority of Wolf People faithfully executed this mission, fighting fiercely even in the face of death.

Especially during the brief period when the Master of Hunting descended into the material world, the leaderless Wolf People managed to launch a counterattack, forcing the exhausted Su to personally bestow blessings to inspire the warriors to fight.

However, the subsequent fall of the Divine Spirit had an immeasurable impact on these followers.

Especially when God’s Scepter struck the Master of Hunting, and the roar and despair from the collapse of the Evil God’s body mirrored in the hearts of every bandit, the spiritual world perceived by the Divine Spirit then fell into a deathly silence, and from that moment, they could no longer feel their Divine Spirit.

So, they knew that their god was dead.

That moment, with a bang, was gone.

The mind boosted by the divine inspiration equally succumbed to panic as the divine influence dissipated, and as the wild impacts imposed by the Master of Hunting completely vanished, the battlefield in the dark mirrored the situation at the Lord’s position.

They collapsed.

Within minutes following the fall of the Master of Hunting, the entire battlefield’s situation reversed.

One moment, the fierce and invincible Wolf People turned into fleeing wild dogs the next, dropping their weapons without warning and running away, shouting strange cries such as “Our army is defeated”.

The exhausted defenders couldn’t even pursue them, only watching as those creatures stormed into the dangerous Polluted Swamp in the darkness, yet blessed by Avalon, the swamp was hungry, and their fate was clear.

But by now, no one was paying attention to them!

The morale among the Wolf People in the swamp camps near Klim Fortress had plummeted to its extreme; within just a few hours, twenty-nine Blood Scar Priests responsible for cheering and inspiring had committed suicide, and some fanatic Barbarian Soldiers of the Blood Scar Clan couldn’t accept the fact of the Divine Spirit’s fall, driving them to madness, causing waves of chaos by brandishing knives recklessly within the camp.

However, the Military Governors weren’t inclined to care either, for the faith collapse triggered by the Divine Spirit’s fall had driven the most fanatic soldiers insane, making the prospect of pacifying them likely detrimental to their health.

Thus, those still alive, and those with a sound mind, kept vigil outside Grand Marshal Huggesen’s tent.

Though there were rumors of the Grand Marshal retiring early from the battlefield, hinting at desertion, the Military Governors were well aware that winning the central battlefield was already impossible, and the last and best choice at present was to retreat from Transylvania before the defenders of the Maginot Line launch their attack.

Huggesen brought them here, so naturally, he could lead them away. Most importantly, the Military Governors knew God’s Chosen had arranged people for reception in Shadow Valley ahead of time.

At the time, many mocked Huggesen’s caution, but now in this desperate moment, they realized how “cunningly wise” their Grand Marshal was, though Huggesen’s state seemed off; three Military Governors went in earlier for consultation, resulting in silence.

Moreover, the blood scent emanating from the tent was so dense and frightening that it deterred other Military Governors from guessing what had transpired inside.

They looked at each other, no one able to propose a plan.

The chaos in the outer camp was gradually spreading, and if no one proposed a plan soon, they could collapse internally before the Transia People even arrived.

All they could do was wait here, praying the Grand Marshal would quickly pull himself together, and amidst the atmosphere so heavy it could crush, a few screams suddenly echoed from within the tent, startling the Military Governors. But then Huggesen’s voice rang out.

“Come in!”

He said hoarsely.

The Military Governors looked at each other, then hurriedly entered the tent.

What met their eyes were three corpses, nearly shredded into crumpled meat by claws; these were the three who entered before, as though they were assaulted by a terrifying beast and savagely torn apart post-mortem.

The blood scent in the tent was so thick it made one nauseated, making the place resemble a monster’s lair.

More frightening, the Grand Marshal’s treasured Throne Wolf Death Claw was lifelessly discarded in the tent’s corner, its dreadful wounds seemingly inflicted by Huggesen himself…

Crash!

This guy might have truly gone mad?

The Military Governors lowered their heads, quietly exchanging glances; Huggesen was God’s Chosen of the Master of Hunting, having the closest human connection to the Master of Hunting. With the Divine Spirit’s fall driving even ordinary priests to madness, it’s reasonable Huggesen’s close bond may cause mental breakdown.

“Cowards! What are you thinking?”

Sitting on the blood-tainted throne belonging to the King of Hunting, Huggesen looked like a perverted killer, with blood continually dripping from his claw, blood and shredded flesh all over his mane, and something in his mouth so disturbing one dared not stare.