My Players Are So Fierce

729: 249.

Competitive spirit, truly is a beautiful yet terrifying thing_2

729: 249.

Competitive spirit, truly is a beautiful yet terrifying thing_2

“But I don’t need that many fools who only know how to eat meat and think about nothing else!”

Hog has run out of patience for Nash’s obtuseness and says in an aggravatingly harsh tone:

“You can recruit those fool cannon fodder any time, there are more than enough fighters on this land.

But didn’t your humiliation in the arena teach you any lessons?

The fiercest fighters are often the first to die!

Only the combination of strength and intelligence can ensure the long-term survival of our clan.

Surely, you wouldn’t want to lose a hard-fought territory just because our clansmen die too quickly, would you?

In any case, I might need two days before I can return.

When I do, our clan cannot exceed 200 members!

I will personally inspect them, and if they are all fools, you won’t be having meat for a month.

Think about it for your own sake, Nash.

Among the current members of our clan, you are not exactly the strongest.

If we get more barbaric brutes, would you be able to protect your spouse, your servants, and the meat in your pot?”

Nash didn’t want to listen to what Hog had said earlier.

However, the last sentence hit him hard, shaking this fellow, who despite having a brain, doesn’t like to use it.

“Get it now?

You’re my second-in-command, the clan’s second leader.

You need to maintain your power and dignity, just as I did.”

Hog spoke in a persuasive tone:

“Before you can fully control these fools whose brains are smaller than a nut, don’t recruit them.

Just as when I recruited you, you have to learn from me, just as I learn from those with greater wisdom…

Ha, anything beyond that, you wouldn’t understand.

Go get to work.”

He waved his paw, letting the perplexed Nash set off with three loyal Gnolls to find clan members.

He stayed on the hillside by himself, made sure no one was near, and then cautiously took out his Calculating Pearl and clumsily used his Wolf People’s claws, not suited for writing, to edit a “report”.

He sent it, along with the map of the Wolf People’s camp, to his superior.

Of course, he signed it with the strange name “Pangolin”.

“I can’t understand how this thing works, they say it was made by a half-body man…”

Hog examined the Calculating Pearl in his hand with infinite wonders, the green light in his eyes was full of a certain peculiar look, and he thought:

“Perhaps after I’ve got a territory, I need to capture…

uh, invite a few half-body men to teach me.

Sir Morphy manages his warriors with this thing, I should learn from him, maybe I’ll have my own Crimson Castle too, perhaps it won’t be as big as this messy camp at the moment, but it’ll definitely be more loyal and united…

When the time comes, I’ll call it the ‘Hog Fort’ or the ‘Wolf Castle’!”

As he entertained himself with these dreams, the wolf-man leaned against his dirt-wolf, opened another interface on the Calculating Pearl, and started to read the greatly simplified “History of the Continent” by Professor Malcolm with some difficulty.

It wasn’t that he loved to learn.

This was one of his “tasks”!

As the direct leader, Lady Adel said that there would be a test every five days, a total of ten tests, and he must pass at least seven to gain full control of the Smugglers’ Forest.

Hog dared not to slack off.

Even though he knew that Kenbort’s power was far stronger than the Crimson Castle, it seemed that he had chosen to rely on a less advantageous force.

However, even though he seemed to have a choice, he actually did not.

Because that arrogant fool Kenbort wouldn’t even give Hog a chance to cling to his coattails!

—

“Our senior agent ‘Pangolin’ has sent over a map of the wolf people’s camp at the Andma Hills.

Now, you two calculate the ideal position for opening the Star Realm Rift.”

In the Blood Eagle Corridor, Morphy sends the map from the Calculating Pearl to Cui Si and Phemys while saying:

“Assess it based on maximum damage, including intimidation of the enemy at the psychological level, and ensure a safe attack and retreat route for our troops.

Is the construction of this Spiritual Energy formula complete?”

He asked.

Cui Si poured herself a cup of wine, sipped it, and said:

“It’s almost done, a few more days and we should be ready.

However, this formula requires coordinate guidance for activation.

Are you sure that ‘Pangolin’ can handle such a task?

It practically entails sending him to his death.

A slight mistake and he could be swallowed by the energy of the Star Realm.

A wolf-man, surely he’s not so dedicated to you to the point of throwing away his life?”

“I don’t use the word ‘loyalty’ to describe the Pangolin, it would be an insult to the truly loyal.

But I’m absolutely sure because he doesn’t have a choice.”

Morphy poured himself a cup of wine and explained:

“Hog’s innate conditions mean he can’t raise any substantial surges in the society of the Wolf People; moreover, we have the handle on him.

Even if it’s a made-up identity, I don’t think King Kenbort would allow a brazen wolf-person who identifies himself as the ‘grandson of the Bone Biter’ to live unperturbed.

Besides, if he wants to integrate into this land, he has to make a contribution to it!

So it is with me, the witch hunters, my warriors, even he and his Bloodclaw Clan cannot escape this fate.

To gain control over such a large area as the Smugglers’ Forest, how could he do that without paying a price?”

“Are you really going to grant him the title of ‘Baron’?

To a Wolf-Man?

I find it hard to imagine.”