My Players Are So Fierce

2110: Chapter 704: One Great Chief Down at the Start?

Damn, the Black Disaster Is Way Too Intense This Time!

2110 -704: One Great Chief Down at the Start?

Damn, the Black Disaster Is Way Too Intense This Time!

Just as the Divine Spirits are all very interested in Murphy, anyone who knows the secrets of the creator confirms that Murphy will achieve great things in the future.

Even if you can’t become friends, you can’t become enemies.

Knowing is one thing, Murphy has to be grateful when others help.

After all, he’s not one of those ‘Dragon-Aotian’ protagonists with endless resources to squander from birth.

The power left behind by that unreliable creator has to be sought by himself, and there also seems to be some issue, causing things meant for Alpha to be partially taken by Dusk first.

This means Murphy is fighting against “himself.”

He shook his head, pushing these thoughts out of his mind.

Standing up, he sealed Botana’s unclosed head into a box, then returned to Botana’s body to collect the “loot.”

Unfortunately, the legendary Spider holy fist blade “Corrosive Wound” from the Pī zhǎo Clan, said to come from the Shadow Elves, wasn’t here, but that doesn’t really matter.

The Split Claw Chieftain is dead, her army was buried by the Star-world Tear, and the Army of Black Disaster’s desired victory at Blackflame Mountain Pass had turned into a brutal, mutual destruction.

The first phase of the Wave of Darkness ended with this explosive conclusion, and this…

was merely the outcome one month into the fifth Black Disaster.

Now, those foolish people declaring the fifth Black Disaster as merely an echo of the fourth are going to have their faces slapped swollen, even during the war personally commanded by the King of Bone Biting, there was never such an explosive event where the Great Chief died in the first battle.

This Black Disaster will undoubtedly rewrite the continent’s dynamics, and no one can doubt this anymore.

“Take everything here that can be taken!”

Murphy picked up Botana’s magic wand made from Thunder Lizard bone, still crackling with lightning, the visual effects were quite impressive.

He turned back and shouted to the players behind him:

“We have to go, we must return to Shadow Valley and convey the news of the Split Claw Chieftain’s death to those warriors.

May this death bring comfort to the disaster at Blackflame Mountain Pass.

The war is only pausing, my warriors.

It’s not time to relax yet.”

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“Don’t get up!

Stay quiet here!”

In the ruins of the Pī zhǎo Clan’s base camp, devastated by the corrupt energy unleashed by the Star-world Tear, in a void at the edge of a tunnel dug by the Ratmen, Manson, the Golden Priest of the Blood Scar Clan, chastised the restless Jackal-man around him.

Like how Botana sensed the onset of the Star-world Tear and fled, Manson also sensed the impending danger but didn’t escape.

Instead, in the most critical moment, he led a group of Jackal-men into hiding underground.

This was a life-saving action, and Manson didn’t have much time to gather more elite troops, so only a small number of Jackal-men managed to hide, less than ten thousand even.

Compared to the hundreds of thousands of Jackal-man vanguard and even more Gnolls in the base camp, this is a stroke of luck after a complete disaster.

Now the surface is covered with deadly corrupt energy, akin to an enhanced Cardman City calamity.

Even if the Jackal-man survived the initial shock of the Star-world Tear, they would succumb to mental anguish and be doomed, and even if they survive by chance, they’d be broken men.

The elite army of the Pī zhǎo Clan was wiped out in one wave, a result Manson could never have imagined.

But now, he mustn’t show the same fear and panic as the other Jackal-man.

As a Priest of the Master of Hunting, he must use his faith to protect his tribe now.

In fact, hiding underground allows them to avoid the heavy corrupt energy’s mental assault because the Master of Hunting’s divine power is being wielded by Manson to shield the area.

But they can’t stay there forever, as the Master of Hunting hasn’t awakened yet.

“Huggesen, what do you make of all this?”

Mansion pondered deeply, then turned to the silent, hulking Jackalman General beside him.

The latter, clad in clan armor, showed no expression, but judging by its silent, stone-like demeanor as it rested on the Corrosive Wolf Blood Holy Sword, its mind must be anything but calm.

When faced with Manson’s inquiry, Huggesen didn’t respond.

It silently raised a claw and gestured for Manson to be quieter.

It only wanted silence, unwilling to engage in any discussion.

The Blood Scar Priest shook his head, casting a spell to connect his mind with Huggesen’s, to communicate with the taciturn giant through whispers of the mind:

“I saw Botana escape, but I don’t believe your foster mother managed to flee unscathed, not to mention the destructive power of the Star-world Tear, and those Transia people sacrificed the entire Blackflame Mountain Pass for this counterattack.

They wouldn’t allow Botana to return alive to the Dark Mountain Range.”

“I know you respect your foster mother, perceiving her as your true parent, but we cannot deny, Botana was not an outstanding Chieftain.”

“She was too scheming.”

“Constantly thinking of reaping benefits for her clan in warfare, but unwilling to make any meaningful sacrifices.”

“That’s probably why she was widely unpopular among the Great Chiefs.”

“Swoosh”

The Wolf Blood Holy Sword was lifted, its deadly icy blade poised against Manson’s throat, as Huggesen stared at him, his eyes beneath the war helmet filled with cold, unfeeling scrutiny.