My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2862 -954: Field Marshall Hass, You Hold the Future in Your Hands—Please Don’t Let It Down!

“You can’t hold on any longer.”

Nash withdrew his gaze and said softly:

“Even if I didn’t come to urge surrender, Field Marshall Hass would likely seek a way out in the coming days, but what I’m more curious about is, why are the wolf people here… Why do they seem so lethargic? Isn’t it strange?”

“It’s the plague of the spirit!”

The priest who had earlier conveyed the message rasped:

“After the fall of The Master of Hunting, the wolf people here have been like this. They worship the Divine Spirit, but now they can’t feel its presence anymore. Their spirit has been shattered, and without their pillar, they have become like the walking dead.”

“It’s alright.”

Nash nodded and said:

“The faith of the returning creator will save them. They only need to go to the territory of the Broken Tooth Clan and listen to the voice of the creator to return to the resilient state of their ancestors. Of course, that is if you manage to return alive to the Plains of Creation.

This is not an easy path.”

The military priest did not answer, merely escorted Nash into Field Marshall Hass’s tent in silence.

The old military governor, once full of spirit, was now thoroughly hunched over. Its face was haggard, and even its eyes had become cloudy; this was not merely because it had been stripped of power by Sir Huggesen, but more because the dire situation at hand was close to breaking its will.

As Nash entered the tent, Field Marshall Hass was repeatedly reviewing the beast skin in its hands.

Although it had anticipated this for a long time, the revelation of this fact left Field Marshall Hass with a strong sense of bewilderment and disbelief.

Grand Marshal Huggesen was indeed a traitor.

My God, a God’s Chosen betrayed Him.

“Tell me the whole story!”

Field Marshall Hass fixed a cold gaze on Nash and said:

“Tell me everything, don’t skip a word.”

“Of course, that is precisely why I’m here.”

Nash straightened his back and, in front of the fierce Jackalman General, who could kill him with a single claw, narrated the story told by Lord Hog to Field Marshall Hass in detail.

From the secret relationship between Huggesen and Nanaque to Huggesen’s first meeting with Lord Hog, to being inspired by the spirit of the King of Bone Biting and finally making a decision, and lastly, Huggesen’s meeting with Murphy in Smugglers’ Forest and the incidents that followed the fall of The Master of Hunting.

Upon hearing how Huggesen used his body and life to weave a final cage for the Evil God, just to free the wolf people from the savagery and brutality brought by The Master of Hunting, even Field Marshall Hass, who had fought wars all his life, couldn’t help but feel shocked.

It didn’t know how difficult that process was, but it could imagine that it was definitely not something any life could accomplish.

At this moment, the meaning of Huggesen’s words when he stripped it of military power and exiled it to Shadow Valley to manage this group of old, weak women and children was abundantly clear.

Huggesen was protecting it, the Grand Marshal believed it could still be saved, and thus truly put the weighty future in its hands.

And now, it had to make a decision.

“Lord Hog once lamented to me that because of the Black Disaster, everyone across the continent insults the wolf people, but they seem unaware that the first to be harmed by the Black Disaster was not them but us.”

Using a voice full of emotion, Nash said the surrender persuasion speech he had crafted along the way to the silent Field Marshall Hass:

“Sacrificers like Huggesen gave everything so that we could escape from the curse, and Sir Wise Wolf has sworn to dedicate the rest of his life to helping the clansmen establish a true civilization. The Blood Scar Clan is already gone, and the Broken Tooth Clan and Whip-tail Clan have already embraced the faith of the creator.

The Bonebite Clan is still going mad, but they are like autumn grasshoppers.

Governor!

The future of the Split Claw Clan is in your hands!

You can follow your jackalman’s instincts and lead these already collapsing old, weak women and children into a hopeless battle, or you can follow in the footsteps of Sir Huggesen and Sir Wise Wolf, and say goodbye to the old era with an open heart, then step into the new world.

I am here to ask you to surrender, but we believe that laying down your arms at this moment does not diminish your warrior spirit. It preserves the spark for a greater cause.”

Field Marshall Hass remained silent.

After a long silence lasting thirty seconds, it rasped:

“It entrusted the future to me; I already know what to do. Please convey to the Transia people, my soldiers and I will lay down our arms and become their captives, and I hope they can honor the agreement with Wise Wolf to send these no longer threatening old, weak women and children back to the realm under Wise Wolf’s command.

As for me…”

“You won’t choose to die with heroism here, will you?”

Nash shook his head and said:

“Lord Hog needs someone as excellent as you, and so does our nation.”

“But I prefer to follow the noble footsteps of the sacrificer, after all, I was once a butcher.”

Field Marshall Hass stood up, drew the battle knife he wore, and in a gesture of offering with both hands, half-knelt before Nash, raising the weapon high.

It said:

“Grand Marshal Huggesen’s tomb is in the Polluted Swamp, right? I hope to become its tomb guardian, telling its story to everyone who goes there, and ultimately perish in the place where wolf people were born.

This is my last request.

My leader was a true hero, and I am just a coward; this is the last thing I can do for him.”