My Players Are So Fierce

Are you using your tails to think strategically?

Why such a horrifying loss?

Even during the fourth Black Disaster, there was never an example of a Great Chief dying in the early stages!

The Master of Hunting above, this is truly shocking.”

The King of Bone Biting was genuinely shocked.

Not being a leader of the Wolf People known for hiding its emotions, it didn’t even manage to conceal the hint of glee beneath its shock.

Good!

Dead, and dead with such disgrace, the Split Claw clan will surely collapse.

If I further manipulate this, perhaps I can directly disband this Elder Clan, and then other Wolf People clans will have enough Psychics available.

Besides the Split Claw clan, the other Elder Clans will be very happy.

Gehrman had already started planning the takeover, but sitting opposite him, Manson the High Priest didn’t care about these things.

He bluntly revealed his purpose:

“I want to take away the warriors of the Blood Scar clan here, King of Bone Biting, as assistance for Split Claw clan’s vengeance against Transylvania, offering a more frenzied slaughter for the Master of Hunting there.

Before arriving here, I visited Moss Valley, and my Chieftain, Lord Amot, told me that the Master of Hunting was very pleased with the slaughter at the Blackflame Mountain Pass.

He even felt joy.

But conversely, he wasn’t as interested in the war at the Brass Fortress, indicating that my lord’s attention has shifted.

This main battlefield of the Black Disaster sacrifice will be replaced with Transylvania…”

“No!”

Gehrman decisively rejected:

“Without the assistance of the Blood Scar clan’s Hunting Priest, my army will find it difficult to break through the Brass Fortress under the dwarves’ bombardment; the army here cannot withdraw.”

“Uh…”

Manson looked at the King of Bone Biting with an odd expression and said quietly:

“I’m not asking for your consent, Great Chief Gehrman.

I’m just here to inform you that the Blood Scar clan has made this decision.

Serving the Master of Hunting is the only duty and mission of the Blood Scar clan, and as far as I know, you are not the God’s Chosen of the Master of Hunting.

You had the opportunity, but you rejected this honor, didn’t you?

Now the real God’s Chosen is about to be born in Moss Valley, and it will lead the Blood Scar and Split Claw’s Revenge Army into Transylvania.

The warriors of the Blood Scar clan are already gathering.

I just inform you out of courtesy to quickly adjust your lines to prevent the dwarves from reclaiming the positions.”

“You…

bastards!”

Gehrman was out of himself with rage, shouting:

“Just one step away from attacking the dwarves’ fortress, and you are dragging me down at this time!

Damn it!

When I become the second King of Bone Biting, I’ll surely…”

“Wait until you sit on the throne of the Werewolf King, then deliver your thunderous wrath.”

Manson found no point in arguing further with this guy.

He stood up, leaning on his Bone Staff, and said quietly:

“It was Lord Felix who shaped the rightful succession of the Master of Hunting.

My god also has enough majesty to designate the next Werewolf King’s belonging.

Now the God’s Chosen has been born, and the throne you have longed for all your life is drifting away.

But you still have a chance.

If you can gain enough support among your clansmen, perhaps the Master of Hunting might change his mind.

What I mean is, can you enter the Ligurian Peninsula and claim rich hunts for your clan before His Majesty Huggesen the God Chosen breaks through Transylvania?

Can you spread the name of war, chaos, and slaughter across the Continent in the name of the Master of Hunting?

Can you become a great man like Lord Felix, who made the entire world tremble?

Great Chief Gehrman…

Think carefully.

This might be your last chance.

Well, the Blood Scar clan and our god await your good news, but for now, allow us to withdraw from your war.

Also, forgive me for being frank, compared to the mad, battle-until-death Transia People, you and your so-called enemies now…

whether in intensity or will, purity is too low.

A group of Fallen Dwarves who lost their faith protection, fighting for unknown reasons and their already isolated cities.

Hmph, how hard can that be?”

After speaking, Manson left Gehrman·Bonebite’s tent with great swagger, leaving behind a furious Great Chief.

But after Gehrman frantically smashed everything in his tent to calm himself a little, he suddenly realized from a strange angle something he hadn’t noticed before.

The Blood Scar clan was withdrawing.

This meant that the Whip-tail Clan no longer had any reason to shirk participation in the frontal war demands.

Old Singer would either break ties with him, or simply dispatch elite Whip Tail Hunters into the Brass Fortress battlefield to fight alongside the Bonebite Clan.

Moreover, compared to the Blood Scar clan, who were so fanatical that even their own feared them, the Whip-tail Clan, who were better at hunting and had tactical thinking, were clearly more suitable for engaging in the current alley battle that required sufficient wisdom.

Wonderful!