My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2855 -952: Aftershocks Rising (Part 2)

But it hopes that its warriors can be as strong as itself. As a Great Chief who often mentions The Master of Hunting but doesn’t believe in it at all, it doesn’t consider the death of the Divine Spirit as such a serious matter. However, it has to deal with the rapidly deteriorating mess.

It cursed and looked at the old Priest who seemed hesitant to speak, speaking harshly:

“Say whatever you want to say, Manuk, you were my mentor during childhood, you know, I trust you a lot, just speak directly.”

“Great King, though saying this might make me seem cowardly, but we really should retreat.”

The old Priest Manuk who raised Gehrman·Bonebite sighed and said softly:

“I know you certainly don’t want to give up; no one wants to abandon at this moment, but this spiritual plague has come too swiftly. While the other side hasn’t responded yet, we must immediately retreat. My idea is to retreat directly to the Dark Mountain Range, back to the Ancestral land of the Bonebite Clan.

Perhaps time can heal the soldiers’ inner cowardice, and when they come out of that despair of the soul, you can absolutely launch another war.

The Brass Fortress is gone, the road to Ligurian Peninsula is clear.

This is our hunting ground!

We can come whenever we want, but…”

“But what good will retreating do?”

Gehrman·Bonebite, who was always aggressive and brutal, showed rare reason at this moment. He stood up in a helpless posture, pointing outside the tent, and said:

“Sudden retreat at this moment will only make the Loren realize our weakness. With the current state of the soldiers, encountering pursuit will lead to defeat. The collapse syndrome spreading is unstoppable; one defeat would trigger terrifyingly complete army collapse.

By then, forget returning to the Ancestral land; escaping Ligurian Peninsula alive would be a luxury.

We can’t retreat!

At least don’t let the opponent notice anything; first have my trusted aides go up, continue attacking the positions of the Exploration Corps, making them unable to deal with anything else. As for you…

Think of a way!

No matter how, quickly restore the warriors’ fighting spirit!

Even if it’s some evil magic…”

This decision made the Grand Marshal and the Priests look at each other, but they couldn’t offer any reason or solution to oppose, only nodding in agreement and quickly leaving.

After everyone left, inside his tent, the more Gehrman·Bonebite thought about it, the angrier he became. He roared and punched the table beside him, his brute strength reducing the table’s HP directly to zero, shattering it into a heap of debris.

Damned fate is too harsh on him!

Gehrman thought, he was about to break through the northernmost point of Ligurian Peninsula to advance into the continent’s central area, but the damn spiritual plague descended suddenly at this time.

Let the damn Master of Hunting go to hell!

Serving this Evil God brought him no benefits, instead its downfall drove him into this precarious situation.

But though he said this, even though Gehrman doesn’t believe in the Master of Hunting, he can still glimpse the scene of the Divine Spirit’s downfall in midnight dreams. The shattered Divine Kingdom, the black light arrows descending from the sky, and the Master of Hunting’s wails seem to all proclaim the ominous future of this Black Disaster.

The King Bite Bone is unafraid.

But his individual tenacity cannot change the current collective cowardice and degeneration. He must come up with a solution before the situation collapses completely.

“You look troubled, but luckily, I have brought you a medicine.”

A voice suddenly echoed from outside the tent.

It was the voice of the Shadow Elves, causing Gehrman·Bonebite to swiftly draw his skull blade.

How could there be Shadow Elves in his camp?

So this must be an assassin! Those weak Half-body Men dare not directly stop his army, similar despicable assassinations have been staged many times in the past, the organization named “Thieves Guild” under the Half-body Men has been recruiting martyrs, but relying on assassination to succeed, even the Wolf People would laugh hearing this!

“Bang Bang”

The sound of the guards falling asleep made the King Bite Bone want to shout for protection, but he calmed down, sat back on the throne, resting his brutal blade, and said roughly:

“Come in, sneakily like some kind of ghost? You said you brought a medicine, alright, then let me see what medicine you, an uninvited person, have hidden in your gourd.”

“As expected of the rightful heir of the King of Bone Biting, just this courage matches the great endeavor you are executing.”

The Slave Master maintained his polite posture.

He stepped into the King Bite Bone’s tent, and as the Bonebite Clan’s territory is close to the Eternal Abyss, so Gehrman·Bonebite had quite a few dealings with the Shadow Elves. He immediately identified his identity from the attire and the special emblem on his chest.

“Samurai Chief of the Mejewa Clan? Tsk, how marvelous.”

King Bite Bone said mockingly:

“Shouldn’t you be defending your clan and city? But I heard Mejewa City has already fallen? So what did you exactly protect, honorable Samurai Chief?”

“That place has already degenerated beyond measure, rather than defending a worthless regime, I prefer to rebuild it after complete destruction. Of course, that’s not what I want to discuss with you.”