My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2751 -917: Burn, Moss Valley (Part 3)

“This batch of grain and weapons will arm us with a new army. Additionally, send someone to the Whip-tail Clan’s territory to receive fifty thousand Throne Wolves. That’s what Old Chief Singer just agreed upon, along with ten additional vassal clans.”

“God bless The Master of Hunting, is Old Chief Singer intending to give up on life?”

The Defense Military Governor was startled, exclaiming:

“Is he trying to sell off the Whip-tail Clan in a bundle? What’s he up to?”

“Ha, you’re young; you don’t yet understand the feeling of life’s ebbing away while being powerless. Especially for Old Chief Singer, who is a long-lived Werewolf; the longer he lives, the weaker his courage becomes.”

Amot sneered and said:

“Time’s blessing has turned him into a despicable coward. To stay alive, let alone selling off his clan, he’s capable of doing even more disgraceful things.

Yet, this guy is indeed cunning. He calculated that my God’s conquest couldn’t proceed without his clan, so he comes to seek favor at this moment. Thus, he gains health and seizes the opportunity to take back what he gave away from other places on the Continent.

Tsk tsk, he’s a sly Chieftain. If he were a bit more sincere, I might even invite him to become my God’s High Priest.

Go on, go on, take in those gifts, and send out messages to the priests around the valley. Have them gather at Hunting Cliff as quickly as possible, pulling some of your soldiers to help set up the ceremony there.

The ceremony must be completed within one night.”

“Howl, alright, alright, I’ll go right away.”

The tall Military Governor turned and left; soon, different orders were dispatched to various regions of the valley, and the Whip-tail Clan transport convoy, blocked outside the valley, was finally allowed to step into the sacred land of the valley.

Led by several Grand Marshals of the Whip-tail Clan, riding their war chariots, while the Barbarian Soldiers behind them had no vehicles and could only march in line.

In the center of that convoy, Old Senke dressed in ordinary Werewolf armor, surveyed the surroundings with nostalgic yet disdainful eyes; during the era of the King of Bone Biting, he served as the Guard Military Governor of Moss Valley.

He was thoroughly familiar with the terrain here.

Behind him were two thousand warriors, carefully selected from the Guardian of Creation of the entire Broken Tooth Clan. They wore neither honorable uniforms nor carried powerful weapons bestowed by the creator, yet this couldn’t hide the terrifying destructive power they could unleash once they erupted.

They were merely the vanguard, only needing to capture the valley entrance!

Far away, the Grey Wolf Army and Guardians of Creation, commanded personally by Wise Wolf, were already prepared for battle; in a few hours, this valley that witnessed the Werewolves’ rise would burn fiercely.

Old Senke felt no regret or discontent about this.

Instead, he only thought this moment had come too late; after the King of Bone Biting’s grand undertaking ended, this great valley was stolen by petty thieves.

Those foolish divine servants of evil gods walked ostentatiously on the land where the King once pondered the future of his race, performing idiotic acts of worship to evil gods in the illustrious main camp where the King shaped his great achievements.

Everything that happened in Moss Valley over the last hundred years was a terrible desecration of the grand undertaking of the King of Bone Biting.

Returning to this familiar place, Old Senke had only one thought.

He just wanted to unveil the explosives hidden beneath the grain in the carriage he guarded and burn this place, which reeked of desecration, to the ground!

This is what he has wanted to do for the last hundred years.

No more hiding, soon, he will bring back the honor that Werewolves have forgotten under the teachings of the evil gods.

Tonight!

Right here, the evil gods will suffer the consequences!

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“My Lord, I know the God Slaying mission is very secretive, but you should at least give us some preparation time before departure!”

The God Slayer group was sprinting through Dark Mountain Range, and Uncle Fredyng, riding his warhorse, complained:

“The battlefield is at least a hundred kilometers away; can we really make it to Moss Valley on time?”

“Hmm?”

Facing Fredyng’s inquiry, Lord Paryen, leisurely advancing on his Unicorn, turned his head to look at this player with confusion, asking:

“When did I ever say we were going to ride horses to get there?”

“Huh?”

Uncle Fredyng was dumbfounded, and all the veteran players around were equally astonished.

If they’re not riding horses, could they be teleporting directly? Isn’t Moss Valley protected, preventing teleportation?

“This is a secret operation; time ensures life and victory. So besides calling you, I’ve also summoned another force. Look, they’re here; we’ll go over there on that thing!”

The lord pointed to the sky.

Everyone looked up simultaneously, and in the twilight, an eccentric flying object was descending toward them from the clouds.

“What’s…that thing?”

Riding her “exclusive mount” and dressed in a cool Druid wood armor, Lady Shui asked in confusion:

“Looks like an airship?”

“That’s the Sunship of the Sanghai People.”

Sitting cross-legged on her flying carpet, Spiritual Overlord Granny Bach, walking with the team, adjusted the potion in her hand, explaining without raising her head:

“A hundred years ago, it was this object that destroyed the final resistance of the King of Bone Biting. I knew, Lord Paryen’s courage to slay gods couldn’t solely rely on us God Slayers; the Pharaoh King’s support is his primary source of confidence.

Hmm…

The Millennium Lord, truly cunning.”