My Players Are So Fierce

“The weapons we prepared for war have lost the most crucial materials.”

“But you still have the finished plague buckets, right?”

Huggesen spoke in a hoarse voice, not bright, but it made the Old Wolf Man shiver.

It said:

“We have them, but…”

“We won’t need those things anymore!

Using plagues obviously can’t defeat the Transia people, especially their war spirits.

Bringing these things requires specialized plague wizards to preserve them.

Next, we need to quickly advance through the desolate mountain area, the road is difficult, so send these to the Brass Fortress instead.

The Manson Priest beside Huggesen whispered:

“The retreat of the Blood Scar Clan has infuriated Chief Gorman.

This batch of plague can justly quell his anger, and it’s a siege battle over there, so the plague buckets will obviously have more room for performance.

What do you think, Your Excellency the Divine Chosen?”

“Yes, very prudent thinking, let’s do it that way.”

Huggesen waved a big hand, agreeing to Manson’s suggestion.

This “going with the flow” attitude also made the Manson Priest very satisfied, indicating that Huggesen was still under the control of the Blood Scars.

“Our clansmen lost their food source due to the Transia people’s attacks, they are about to starve, isn’t this the most primitive motivation of every Black Disaster?”

Huggesen petted his Throne Wolf and said:

“Issue a summons to the entire Pī zhǎo Clan and the sixteen affiliated clans!

Our soldier count is no longer enough, but it doesn’t matter, every wolf man is a born warrior, even the females should prepare for battle.

Bring those pups taller than wagon wheels, let them grow quickly in the war.

I and the remaining Split Claw warriors will be the vanguard, the comrades of the Blood Scar Clan will assist us in advancing to that fated battleground of Transia.

Split Claw cannot live kneeling!

After suffering calamities, we will either seize new territories as victors, or sacrifice on the battlefield as offerings.

This is the fate of the Wolf People, no compromise!”

This order stunned the Split Claw Generals in front of him, but they soon realized the new chieftain was not joking.

He was indeed determined to mimic a true Black Disaster and carry out a “one-shot strike,” an unexpected turn of events, but upon further thought, Huggesen’s master’s considerations were not at fault.

Rather than waiting for the clan members to truly start killing each other due to hunger, it’s better to take a gamble while there’s still a chance for counterattack.

Even if there are opposing views in mind, who dares to bring them up now?

Look at Huggesen’s master’s cold gaze towards those “old regime hands” among them, whoever dares to give the new chieftain a hard time now would be setting themselves up to become an example.

The Wolf People aren’t good at thinking, but there’s no fool who can sit in the position of the Grand Marshal.

They quickly accepted the order and left to relay it, with the mobilization speed of the Wolf People, the entire Split Claw Clan would enter a state of full war within a month at most, by which time all members of the Split Claw Clan in the entire Dark Mountain Range, regardless of age, gender, or status, will advance towards Transia.

Right!

This is the mobilizing power that the Black Disaster should have!

After these generals left, Huggesen fell into silence, clearly pondering some issues.

The Manson Priest by his side did not disturb him, resembling a loyal servant in hunting.

A few minutes later, Huggesen spoke:

“I use all territories of the Pī zhǎo Clan in the Dark Mountain Range as collateral; Manson Priest, I hope to borrow a batch of grain and armaments from the Blood Scar Clan for marching.

I will leave some people to guard the territory, you can dispatch someone to receive it now.”

“Hmm?”

Manson didn’t expect Huggesen to be so decisive.

Is this guy really planning to stake everything for one last gamble?

He blinked and said:

“But the clan territory on the Ash Plains was snatched from the Goat Men at the risk of her life when Botana was young, it was because of this feat that she could become the Great Chieftain of the Pī zhǎo Clan.

Just giving it away like this, isn’t it a bit…”

“If I fail, the demise of the Pī zhǎo Clan is only a matter of time, what’s the use of keeping that best and most fertile land?

Just a juicy piece of meat in the eyes of other clans.”

Huggesen waved his hand and said loudly:

“I wasn’t deceiving my generals earlier; this will truly be a last-ditch effort by the Pī zhǎo Clan.

Transia will either become our new territory, or our graveyard, there is no third option!”

“Good!”

Manson praised with satisfaction:

“This is the measure that a chosen of the Master of Hunting should have!

Compared to your resolve, Gehrman is far inferior in every aspect.

Indeed, the Master of Hunting favors you for a reason.

I will convey your request to Chief Amot.

There is still a batch of grain in Moss Valley available for you, but we also lack sufficient armaments and fierce enough Throne Wolves, I’m afraid you’ll need to strike a deal with the Whip-tail Clan.”

“I’m not in the mood to negotiate with an old fox like Old Singer; that’s not my field of expertise.”

Huggesen stood up from the Hunting Throne and said to Manson:

“This task is entrusted to you.

Let the Blood Scar Clan allocate our territory, I don’t care if it incurs a loss, I just want to see that when my clansmen step onto the battlefield, they are not forced to fight with claws and teeth.