My Players Are So Fierce

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Easter egg!

This must be an official Easter egg, right?

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Easter egg!

This must be an official Easter egg, right?

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Wolf Person Nash…uh, no, Wolf Person Hog didn’t take as long as one might imagine to make a decision.

On the one hand, perhaps because even though the Wolf People have unlocked their intellect, it’s hard for them to engage in complicated thoughts without formal education.

After all, having a talent and being able to use it effectively are two different things.

On the other hand, this Wolf Person wasn’t sure if the vampire had cast some “evil spell” on him.

After he was locked in the cage, his thoughts became abnormally active, as if a brainstorm was raging, that terrible state where he couldn’t even pause to think, as if something inside his heart had been “ignited.”

Murphy’s words kept echoing in his mind, stirring up the thoughts of this cunning but wiry Wolf Person.

He could clearly feel his mind in an unusually agitated state, even starting to fight what little rationale he had left.

It was as if there was a voice shouting inside his head, prompting him to think about what he would get if he obeyed, if he accepted that “invitation.”

Become a civilized person?

Become a recognized member of this land?

No!

These things hold no temptation for the Wolf People.

Just as humans can’t imagine colors they’ve never seen before, Wolf People also can’t imagine a life they’ve never experienced.

But those more realistic things are just in front of them, seemingly within reach.

Smugglers’ Forest!

Of course he knew!

Beforewards, Hog’s small clan wasn’t far from there.

He knew that the forest had been bustling before the dreadful human war started, with smugglers transporting goods through there every week.

A larger clan called “Ripping Claw” occupied that place.

Their tribe members didn’t even need to go hunting or steal human food; they just needed to guard the road, and there would be ongoing food offerings from the caravans, who didn’t want any trouble.

And so, the Ripping Claw clan flourished.

Unfortunately, after the war started, the forest was abandoned.

The Ripping Claw clan couldn’t get free meat anymore, but their tribe members had already become “lazy.”

They clumsily started to return to the Wolf People’s tradition.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The surrounding clans that had been jealous all along swarmed them, and Ripping Claw became history overnight.

Uh, his second mate was a member of the Ripping Claw clan.

That she-wolf with smooth hair always fondly described those “good old days” to him.

He enjoyed listening to her disorganized stories, and he learned to speak Transylvanian from her.

Because the Ripping Claw clan had to communicate with human caravans, the smart ones among them always knew a few fluent words of everyday language.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t lucky enough to escape the battle when Kenbort seized their clan territory, and her head was smashed by a ruthless Barbarian Soldier.

Hog was starting to ponder.

If he could have a clan again, if he could become the master of Smugglers’ Forest, if the Vampire Lord could keep his promise, could he also live a good life where he didn’t need to hunt to be full?

He didn’t understand why humans wanted to kill each other.

He had led his tribe under the cover of darkness to pick up “meat” from the battlefield at the border of Transylvania.

He saw how humans fought; their methods of killing their own kind terrified even the Wolf People.

But now the human war is over, so the forest will prosper as it once did.

Ah, it sounds like the beginning of good times.

Hog was a tricky character.

He was also one of the few leaders who managed to survive after Kenbort took over their clan.

Of course, he knew the risks of obeying the vampire.

Once the tribe found out he had become a traitor, he would end up as meat in the stew of his hungry comrades.

He should have been more rational.

But his emotions tonight were very strange.

He wanted to think carefully, but he couldn’t.

He wanted to calm down, but he couldn’t.

He wanted to weigh the pros and cons, but he couldn’t.

There was a fire burning in his heart, making him restless and unable to settle down.

Without any education, a Wolf Person who could be called “half-smart” did not know that this thing was called “desire.”

All he knew was that he yearned for the beautiful days he had imagined.

He wanted that fantasy to become reality.

And the voice in his heart told him that he would never be able to live such a life under Kenbort’s rule.

That savage leader didn’t trust him at all.

He, coming from the Dark Mountain Range, looked down on the local Wolf People of Transylvania, calling them “low breed.”

Maybe…

He should reconsider the Bad Breed Vampire’s advice?

And besides, even if he doesn’t agree, what would he gain?

A death?

A death unknown to anyone and not worth being turned into a crude story told by his tribe?

Ah, and the Bone Biter…

Every Wolf Person heard stories of the “King of Bone Biting” from their parents.

Of course, in the Wolf People’s stories, the King of Bone Biting is always very powerful!

He is a super Barbarian Soldier born from the god of the Wolf People!

He can smash the heads of the strongest human cavalry with his flail and eat them along with their horses!

He can squish the craziest dwarves and roast their hearts and livers!

He can even defeat the elves of legend, break their legs, and leave them crying on rocks waiting to die!