My Players Are So Fierce

The failure at Blackflame Mountain Pass has been kept under wraps by the Blood Scar Clan, and currently only the upper echelon of the Split Claw Clan is aware that their hundreds of thousands of vanguard troops perished alongside the defenders of the Blackflame Mountain Pass.

However, certain unusual situations do not require knowing the truth to make a guess, such as the series of Star-world Tear incidents that have occurred within the Split Claw Clan’s territory over the past half month.

These are very obvious acts of retaliation, targeting only the Split Claw Clan, and at such high frequency that the other clan’s Jackalman leaders are no fools.

They have already realized that something has happened.

But for the Split Claw Clan, these are trivial; the mere annihilation of hundreds of thousands of troops is enough to break the bones of this Great Clan, leaving them with only one option, which is to respond to the call of Grand Marshal Huggesen and throw all remaining warriors into the attack on Transylvania.

Only by conquering Transylvania and creating a terrible slaughter there can they recover the clan’s already precarious reputation.

Moreover, there is a more practical reason; only by conducting sufficient plundering in Transylvania and opening the way for subsequent armies to enter the core areas of the continent, can they hope to recover their vitality after this disaster.

The tradition of the Jackalmen race is not merciful; they are loyal advocates and practitioners of Darwinian ecology.

If it weren’t wartime, the current weakened state of the Split Claw Clan would certainly lead to disastrous results with everyone rising to attack them, even those minor clans once dependent on Split Claw may now viciously bite back at their master, profiting greatly from it.

Such incidents have occurred many times before.

In the era of the King of Bone Biting, there were no such chaotic clans as Split Claw, Whip Tail, Broken Tooth, and Blood Scar.

They all rose during the chaos following the fourth Black Disaster failure.

The Split Claw Clan has been driven to a dead end by the failure at Blackflame Mountain Pass; they have no choice left.

At this time, how to stabilize this precarious situation is the greatest challenge to Botana’s successor.

Fortunately, Huggesen already has the Blood Scar Clan as a “loyal ally”, giving him enough influence and deterrence to mobilize the last army of the Split Claw Clan.

At the gathering place provided by the Blood Scar Clan, within a valley a hundred kilometers towards Transylvania from Moss Valley, the newly appointed Chosen of the Hunt, Huggesen, was sitting on the hunting throne provided by the Blood Scar Clan, listening to reports from several Grand Marshals in front of him.

This throne was used by the King of Bone Biting in the past, not particularly luxurious, and even the skull decorations that Jackalmen love most are few, making it look very “simple” and not savage.

But each skull inlaid on this throne carved from the skull of the King of Thunder Lizard has a provenance, and their small number does not overshadow their high quality.

These were the most valuable enemies hunted by Lord Felix himself in war; hill lords, ranger generals, moon sacrifices, Sanghai priests, half-body man technomancers, and vampire governors as well as several famous human heroes.

The evidence of such great deeds naturally made no one dare to underestimate the deterrent power of this throne, and over the past hundred years, even the wildest Jackal Tribe Chief did not dare covet it, although Gehrman Bonebite repeatedly asked the Blood Scar Clan for it, Chief Amot simply ignored him, treating it as King Bite Bone practicing mouth gymnastics.

In the eyes of the Blood Scar Clan, Gehrman Bonebite is merely a poor imitator, and handing him the throne could only tarnish its glorious witness.

And at present, Huggesen, who sat heroically upon it, exhibited a different demeanor from before.

He wore a set of Godchosen Armor crafted by the Blood Scar Clan, the scarlet painting making it appear very flamboyant and sufficiently oppressive, the full-body armor enveloping every inch of Huggesen’s form, even the tail covered with bony tail vertebra protection.

But golden-red mane spread from the neck of the armor, making him look like a humanoid lion.

His left hand held the scarlet entwined Tooth of Filth, while beneath his right hand rested the significantly larger Throne Wolf Death Claw.

His gaze was cold and majestic, the tuft of white hair on his forehead becoming a striking red after the Godchosen ceremony.

Like a third opened blood-colored pupil.

The Split Claw Overlords summoned before him dared not act imprudently.

Perhaps a few Jackalman generals from the Split Claw affiliates had other thoughts, but upon seeing firsthand the full support of the Blood Scar Clan for the new chief, even dispatching a three-hundred-strong group of Chosen Hunters as guards, they immediately abandoned their thoughts and respectfully addressed Huggesen as “Master”.

The era of Botana has ended.

Her dying wish has come true, her most perfect creation ascending the chief’s throne.

The only irony is that all this advancement had almost nothing to do with her failed efforts.

“Our territory has suffered great damage, Master Huggesen.”

A trembling old Jackal Priest said:

“Not only were those troop garrisons destroyed and polluted by those evil Goat Men using the power of the Star Realm, but also those important fields of magic potion—our harvests are gone this year, and the tribespeople will go hungry.”

“Worse still, the mushroom fields beneath the Ash Plains belonging to the Potana Matriarch were also destroyed.”

“Just two days ago, our guards discovered the invasion of elves and Goat Men.

They valiantly engaged the enemy, but were caught off guard by the Sinful Dwarfs emerging from underground.

Those bastards living on the fringes of the Grey Desert used bombs to destroy the mushroom fields and even forced back the Ratmen living further underground.”