My Players Are So Fierce

1432: 483.

Hog: Do you think I still have a chance?

1432: 483.

Hog: Do you think I still have a chance?

Blood Claw Chief Hog immediately came to Pestilence Town upon being summoned.

However, his prompt arrival clearly indicated that Hog now possessed a keen “political sense,” meaning he must have already set out from Smugglers’ Forest and anticipated a summons from Murphy following the war.

Evidently, Hog had no doubt about the Player Corps’ victory.

This scrawny member of the Wolf People must be one of the NPCs on this land who had the utmost confidence in the Otherworldly Warriors.

When summoned, Hog came wearing a long hood to cover his figure.

However, this was rather like hiding one’s ears whilst stealing a bell.

After all, every player now recognized him; familiar ones warmly greeted him along the path, and unfamiliar new players deliberately approached to speak some irrelevant words, trying to garner favor with Chief Hog.

Upon entering the town, Hog witnessed with his own eyes the Swamp Giant Snake laid out in the ruins, as well as the bodies of the Jackal Warlocks and their vile creations being dug up from the battlefield and transported outside the town.

The Pestilence Clan Wolf People who stayed in Pestilence Town were all dead; the little players spared none!

And the magicians hunting the giant snake in the swamp were annihilated in Ningkinanka’s fury, meaning the vanguard of the Black Disaster had utterly failed, and the dominion over the swamp had completely fallen into Murphy’s hands.

Hog didn’t know what Sir Morphy wanted to discuss with it.

But it guessed if the god of fate smiled upon it, today it might also receive a generous reward hard to come by, something its past self wouldn’t dare dream of.

“Take this.”

As Hog walked into the only intact room in Pestilence Town, Murphy tossed something to it; Hog caught it and noticed it was an unusually large skull.

Judging from the teeth and nostrils’ shape and position, it should be a Wolf Person’s skull.

“This is your ‘grandfather’.”

Murphy said with a teasing tone:

“Take it back and enshrine it in your den, as a treasure of Bloodclaw Clan’s legacy and excellent proof of your identity.”

“Ah?”

Hog didn’t understand at first.

But it quickly caught on, clutching the skull in its arms and gasped:

“This is the King of Bone Biting…”

“Correct, Felix Bone Biting, the first and only king in the history of the Wolf People.”

Murphy looked at Hog and said:

“You can have your clan’s craftsmen fashion it into some Wolf People style memorabilia to wear on your body.

If someone questions your lineage in the future, present this and slap it in their face.

But I think it’s best not to reveal this before the end of the fifth Black Disaster.

The Wolf People who are already prepared to invade various parts of the Continent are unlikely to be pleased with the appearance of an heir to the King of Bone Biting on their heads.

Especially for a small subspecies like you.”

“Mhm, mhm.”

Hog nodded frantically, meticulously placing the skull of the only great figure born above its race into its black Spiritual Energy leather bag.

It prudently refrained from asking where the other remains of the King of Bone Biting went; honestly, it didn’t care much about the answer.

Pretending to be a descendant of the King of Bone Biting was a plan for Hog after it had gained enough strength; it was patient and not in a rush to push this matter.

Right now, what Hog was most concerned about was how Sir Morphy would deal with Pestilence Town and the swamp.

It gazed eagerly at Murphy, the Vampire Lord endowed with Desire Ability.

He certainly felt Hog’s strong yearning and squinted at the diminutive chief with ambitions unlike his stature.

After a moment’s thought, he said:

“I can’t hand over the rule of this swamp to you, Hog, because your clan didn’t directly participate in the attack on Pestilence Town.

Showing too much favoritism to you would displease other factions, and it wouldn’t pass muster with Milian.

The Crimson Regent has to consider the bigger picture; the title of ‘Swamp Lord’ is too heavy for you before the Bloodclaw Clan makes greater contributions to Transylvania.”

“Ow.”

Hog was obviously disappointed.

But it had to admit, besides offering battlefield hospital protection and logistical support, the Bloodclaw Clan had indeed not made any striking performance in this battle.

Even in terms of participation, they did less than several other supporting forces.

Granting such a title would seem unjustified, and as Hog was already a minor ruler, it could understand Sir Morphy’s helplessness.

However, in the next second, Murphy’s tone shifted as he said:

“I will allocate Pestilence Town as a new stronghold to my warriors; this will become their core base of operations in the swamp.

But you must understand, Hog, my warriors are currently humans.

Although they can fight in the swamp, it doesn’t mean they’re willing to stay in this dreadful environment for long.

Similarly, even if I send the most loyal of my men to build in the swamp, they can’t live here for long.

The swamp terrain is inherently unfit for human habitation.

But you Wolf People are perfectly suited for rapid deployment and movement in this damp land, so the Polluted Swamp will ultimately become Bloodclaw Clan’s territory.

I do not deny this, nor do I intend to stop your expansion in the swamp.