My Players Are So Fierce

The territory of the Split Claw Clan is mostly distributed over Spiritual Energy Convergence Points in the Dark Mountain Range.

In the terms of the Silver Dwarfs, these are called ley line locations.

This is closely related to their characteristic of producing many Spellcasters, but also results in the Split Claw Clan’s territory being quite scattered, unlike the Whip-tail Clan that forms a continuous expanse, or the Broken Tooth Clan that occupies vast wilderness.

However, as one of the five major clans, the Split Claw Clan also has a fixed main territory.

It is a region situated between the Eternal Abyss and the Grey Desert, forming a triangle with the Goat Man’s Vidia Abyss City and the largest water source in the Dark Mountain Range, Mirror Lake.

This area divides the most spiritually enriched plains in the Dark Mountains.

You can’t expect the Wolf People to give their territory grand names; in fact, they casually refer to it as the “Split-Claw Plain.” Conversely, it was the Goat Man who gave it a fitting name, “Ashen Land,” because this plain was formed by a geological change caused by a violent volcanic eruption a thousand years ago.

According to the Goat Man’s records, thick volcanic ash covered the area for nearly a century afterwards.

This made the Ashen Land one of the rare fertile regions in the Dark Mountain Range, and also made the Split Claw Clan the only clan among the Wolf People to engage in large-scale agriculture.

However, they do not produce food but instead cultivate various materials needed for alchemy and voodoo magic in their territory, essentially developing a “new type of agriculture.”

The Ashen Land is as far from the Blackflame Mountain Pass as the entire stretch of Transylvania from south to north.

Therefore, logically speaking, the effects of the Black Disaster should not reach here, but if nothing unexpected happens, the surprise belonging to this place is about to arrive.

On the thirteenth night after the Blackflame Mountain Pass collapsed, near a Split Claw fortress in the Ashen Land.

After a day of labor, the Wolf People workers were transporting the materials harvested from the Devil’s Drug Field back to the fortress, where dedicated Herbalists would process the herbs.

Some of the processed materials were supplied to the Spellcasters of the Split Claw Clan, the rest would be sold to other clans to exchange for more food, and the last portion would be provided to the nearby Goat Man city in exchange for some of the highly sought-after handicrafts within the Dark Mountain Range.

In the large fields of Devil’s Drug Field near the fortress, the workforce was primarily composed of female Wolf People, accompanied by their cubs playing nearby.

Most of the males from the tribe had been conscripted to the front lines, and by the most optimistic estimates, their husbands or children should have already entered the place called “Transylvania” following the powerful Chief Botana.

Of course, the Wolf People are an emotionless race, and it is difficult to hear from these females about their longing for their relatives.

Instead, some fierce female Wolf People were discussing how, after finishing work, they would take advantage of the night to circle around the Goat Man’s territory, hoping to intercept a few unlucky Goat Man merchants.

The things sold by the Goat Man were very good, but they were just too expensive.

For the Wolf People, they always had ways to get what they wanted without spending money, not to mention, Goat Man’s meat…

to be honest, it’s quite tender.

Some Old Wolf Men were advising these young and impulsive rash tribesmen.

They were neither guiding the youngsters to be kind nor opposed to going out to plunder the Goat Man.

The main concern was that since the men were not at home, aggravating the Goat Man and provoking retaliation would be too much for the few Barbarian Soldiers in the fortress to handle.

So it’s better to be stable and calm, and if you must rob, you should choose a good time.

In the past, this kind of reassurance from the elders would always provoke sneers and arguments from the younger ones, and might even trigger a stimulating fight among the females, but today was different.

A little Wolf Person following her mother, learning to use a stone sickle to cut open the stalks of the magic potion and collect that strange, pungent liquid, suddenly sneezed.

The fluffy little creature raised her head and widened her eyes.

She stood foolishly in place, only to be snapped back to reality when her impatient mother smacked her with her tail for slacking off.

“Look!

The sky…

is cracking!”

The little Wolf Person pointed at the evening sky and shouted, drawing the attention of many Wolf People workers in the Devil’s Drug Fields.

They looked up and noticed the strange changes in the sky.

Rifts of black silently appeared on the evening horizon, as if a powerful Wolf Person had shattered the edge of the sky with a war hammer.

The black cracks spread in the sky like a spider’s web, accompanied by a strange wind howling down from the sky.

The superstitious Wolf People quickly became terrified.

A few more timid female Wolf People almost immediately grabbed their still noisy cubs beside them and ran back to their dens.

But more foolishly bold Wolf People remained there, pointing and commenting on the sky’s phenomenon, until after a few seconds of energy buildup…

“Boom”

With a thunderous boom, the fissured sky suddenly “cracked,” followed by a massive influx of Corrupt Energy cascading down, resembling a torrent of black water shimmering with strange starlight pouring from the sky, instantly swallowing half of the thriving Devil’s Drug Fields.

It wasn’t until then that the female Wolf People realized something was wrong.

They screamed and picked up their cubs, but didn’t know where to run to, as the clan fortress, considered the most solid entity in their cognition, was engulfed and swept away by the roaring Corrupt Energy right in front of them.