My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2531 -844: The Wise Wolf’s Persuasion · Old Singer’s Choice (Part 3)

The two individuals, with the inherent defiance characteristic of the Wolf People, scrutinized Old Senke, curious about his black uniform and exoskeleton, but ultimately surrendered their weapons and saluted Senke under their father’s stern gaze.

It was clear that these must be Old Singer’s two sons… No, judging by age, they should be of the same generation as Chief Mok, that is, his grandsons.

“I only brought my family here, my brother.”

Old Singer slowly dismounted from the Throne Wolf, staggering forward with a bone cane, and opened his arms toward Old Senke, saying:

“Just as I promised when I left your territory years ago, I’ve kept loyalty and secret protection for you and my king until now. Seeing you reminds me that our unforgettable past has summoned us…

Look, I’ve also donned the armor from the past, just like when King Felix summoned me to join the war a hundred years ago.”

These words were indeed true.

Beneath Old Singer’s robe was a very old but well-preserved Hunting Battle Armor, identical to those worn by the Forbidden Guards captured by the players, only missing some of the Wolf People style decorations.

This attire made Hog blink; perhaps he guessed Old Singer’s thoughts and the decision he was about to make.

But Senke had no intention of letting his brother off so easily.

He stepped forward, looked into Singer’s cloudy eyes, and said:

“How did you become so old? You clearly received my king’s blessing; you should be full of vigor.”

“But a vigorous centenarian would make others wary. Conversely, an old, senile man clinging to power fits more with how they perceive me.”

Singer let out a deep laugh, saying:

“Now they all await the morning I can no longer open my eyes, to rightfully take my power. Unlike you, Senke, I lack the strength to defeat one ambitious challenger after another.

However, longevity is my weapon; I’ve outlived many ambitious ones.

But this isn’t for my power; I’m merely temporarily managing this army for my king’s heir, ready to rally at any time when called upon by the successor of greatness.

So, I’m curious…”

Old Singer leaned on the cane, but his hunched back slowly straightened, and the cloudiness in his eyes dissipated, as if he’d become young in an instant.

He fixed his gaze on Senke, finally settling on Hog, and said:

“Tonight… will I still return alive?”

“That depends on the decision you make, Singer, my cunning brother.”

Old Senke didn’t hold back, directly stating:

“My king has not died; his body has fallen, but his spirit still battles for our clan, returned in this era, awaiting the fulfillment of our clan’s redemption. The creator’s faith has returned to the civilization of the Wolf People, and the Wise Wolf has found reliable allies.

We are about to attack Moss Valley, to slay the False God!

Your Whip-tail Clan should make its choice; will you heed my king’s call and join this sacred war or follow your cowardly heart and choose neutrality?”

“Hmm, so maintaining the status quo isn’t an option in the choices you leave me?”

Singer sighed and said:

“Plus, after all these years, my brother, how are you still… childish! I know in warriors’ eyes, a single command can be enough to sacrifice everything for an ideal, but reality doesn’t work that way.

Even if this old chieftain issues a command, not all Whip-tail Clan warriors will obey.

I’m not the King of Bone Biting, Senke, and neither are you!

We don’t have our king’s great talent to make other Wolf People bow their heads with a single word or sacrifice themselves generously with a glance.

I guess, if I issued such extreme instructions, my clan would likely disintegrate in an instant. You see, the belief in the Master of Hunting has not only corrupted Blood Scar, but other clans have also been deeply affected.”

“That’s your problem, not mine!”

Old Senke rebuked:

“You only need to answer my choice!”

“Don’t be like that, Chief Senke, you’re making Lord Singer embarrassed.”

Hog couldn’t stand the old warrior’s “negotiation art” anymore.

He maneuvered the powerful battle armor forward, making the two young Wolf People behind Singer draw their weapons in vigilance, but they were quickly surrounded by players, ready to be harshly dealt with at any move.

But Old Singer wasn’t afraid.

He stared at Hog, waiting for his high opinion. Hog didn’t disappoint him. He said to Old Singer:

“If you do nothing, your clan will still split!

I haven’t seen Gehrman·Bonebite, but I know over on the Western front, he’s been scheming to seize your command; once Gehrman·Bonebite completes the conquest of the Ligurian Peninsula, the Whip-tail Clan’s warriors will be rallied by him, breaking free of your control.

And the threat of the Master of Hunting is real; for clever people, fall isn’t an option.

You will certainly lose some overly fanatical clansmen, but that’s not a bad thing. After Moss Valley is captured, those still loyal to the Master of Hunting and barbaric traditions are enemies we must clear out as well.

Conversely, if you determinely cut ties now, you could at least win the title of ‘Restorer’ or ‘Liberator,’ entering the next era of the Wolf People as a victor.”

“Ha, that’s what I was hoping to hear.”

Old Singer nodded in satisfaction and then asked:

“So, in the next era of the Wolf People, will the Whip-tail Clan still exist?”

This question made Hog blink.

The Wise Wolf finally understood what Old Singer was anticipating, and then he laughed in the battle armor, saying:

“There won’t be Whip-tail, nor Split Claw or Bone Biter, and certainly no more Blood Scar remaining in the next era! The Wolf People civilization must unite for a great ideal and goal, like in the era of the King of Bone Biting, serving the same voice!

But rest assured.

I have no intention of becoming the king of the Wolf People!

That illustrious title is too heavy for someone like me.

Lord Felix’s Blood Descendants will, upon growing, achieve that glory, but before they become kings, our realm might need a wise and sensible regent…”

“Ah, this is precisely what I hoped to hear. Look, I see a true Wise Wolf standing before me! If a hundred years ago, my king had a sage like you assisting, perhaps the entire world would already be the domain of the Wolf People.”

Old Singer raised his cane high and shouted at Hog:

“Then, the choice is only one… I will pledge my allegiance to you!”

“No, not allegiance to me or Lord Felix.”

Hog immediately corrected:

“Only the creator is the sole Divine Spirit and savior for the Wolf People trapped in the mire! But the heavenly god will not descend to earth; therefore, we must serve the eternal elect as our master, and I firmly believe he will lead us into an era of bliss.

Because of your correct decision, welcome back to the creator’s sequence, Chief Singer… No, Regent Singer!”