My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2883 -961: Werewolf Eris – “Lying Flat” Is a Life Attitude (Part 3)

Considering all the reasons above, Baldwin seems to see an unseen storm gathering within the Nordtof Domain, and the outcome of this storm is difficult to predict. But it’s certain that Her Majesty the Queen is no longer content with sharing power with her right-hand men.

The General also realizes that the Queen’s redeployment of him is not an alienation.

On the contrary, it’s a form of protection; she clearly does not wish for General Baldwin to be tainted in the inevitably fierce upcoming turbulence.

“Sir Baldwin, I must confess, I’ve always had a question.”

The Lupa’s sudden query at the moment makes the victorious General instinctively grip the reins. Before he can respond, Queen Angelina seems to have detected some concern in Baldwin’s heart, she softly asks:

“Do you think I can become a leader comparable to the Hero King?”

“Of course, Your Majesty.”

“Then, are you willing to offer your loyalty to such a queen whom you believe is destined to achieve greatness?”

“Loyalty to the leader is the Baldwin family creed, Your Majesty!”

“Well, that’s good. Guard the North for me, adhere to your military duties, and you needn’t concern yourself with domestic affairs for the time being. I believe soldiers should be simpler, not involved in domestic issues, don’t you think?”

“As you command, Your Majesty.”

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“Awo~~”

The long and bold howl of a distant wolf echoes closer, as a fleeting shadow speeds through the unique permafrost at the edge of the swamp, approaching the God of the North Wind resting on the cliff.

Some of the North Wind Priests who arrived tonight wanted to protect the Divine Spirit but were stopped by their seniors; they know who the newcomer is and understand the complex relationship between this figure and the God of the North Wind, choosing not to get involved in this divine family matter, nor do they wish to see the fervent young ones act foolishly.

If they get beaten up by that “troublemaker,” it’d be a pointless thrashing.

Old Su head doesn’t care about the strange creature approaching him, not even bothering to open his eyes for a look.

Amidst the excited and joyful wolf howl, a massive black-haired werewolf stops like a whirlwind in front of Su. It’s several times larger than normal werewolves, and peculiarly, it sports a lock of flowing golden hair.

It defiantly gazes up at Su, letting the wind blow its wild mane on its body. As the moonlight shines, it sheds its fur like magic, transforming into the image of a typical rugged Northerner in the cold, dark night.

Not forgetting to create a sleek golden short hairstyle for itself, it exudes a sense of mischievous power.

The only problem is, this creature hasn’t prepared any clothes for itself.

It’s currently naked.

“I’m here to bid you farewell, Old Su head, and also show you my newly acquired skill.”

The creature, nonchalant and naked, opens its arms wide before the God of the North Wind, disregarding its unseemly display swaying in the breeze, not feeling any issues, like a freshly enlightened demon shed of fur, possessing a silly and naive sense of innocence.

“Shedding your fur doesn’t mean you’ve become human, Eris; humans should wear clothes, and at this moment, you resemble a beast far more than your sister.”

Old Su head coldly says:

“Did you not decide to sever all ties with me? So why do you come around trying to irritate me?”

“I’m only here for one last look; you old codger better not be so ungrateful.”

Eris attempts to bare his teeth, but in his human form, he can only show a fierce anger, awkwardly adjusting to his body before speaking to the God of the North Wind:

“About those werewolves!

Though they revere you as the Wolf Father, they clearly can’t go to the Star Realm, much less follow you into the sub-space for warfare. They need a leader in the material world, and I’ve been getting along well with them, Marcus also hopes to find a familiar strong figure as support. So, I hope…”

“You hope to form your own pack?”

Su’s eyelids move, opening his left eye to glance at Eris, he says:

“Does a self-proclaimed ‘lone wolf’ also seek the warmth of a pack? However, do you think you possess any special skills to make you a qualified Wolf King?”

“I don’t know, maybe I do, maybe I don’t, but I can learn from others. I’ve made some very powerful friends in the Star Realm, Mannis has promised to teach me how to be an outstanding leader.

I think he’s an expert.

After all, he boasts that even an excellent Vampire Leader like Murphy was trained by him, indicating he truly has experience in this area.”

Eris says with arms akimbo:

“Having such seasoned guidance, I feel I have quite an advantage now.”

“Mannis teaching you?”

Su is filled with disbelief.

Feeling like this son might be beyond saving, possibly already damaged mentally when initially cast into the material world in infancy, perhaps letting this incompetent child muddle through in the material realm isn’t so bad after all.

After all, his most outstanding progeny have all returned to the Star Realm, Eris’ return or lack thereof doesn’t matter much.

“They dedicate their loyalty to you, Eris, yearning to find their place in the material world like ignorant children, just like you once did.”

The God of the North Wind closes his eyes again, saying:

“If you think you can lead them, then go form your pack. But from now on, you will be the protector and symbol of the werewolves. Their virtuous deeds will honor you, their wrongdoings will implicate you.

This is the heavy burden of being a leader, this is…

I’m not finished speaking!

Don’t you dare run!

You rascal, stay here quietly and listen!”

Eris, finding the old codger tedious, yawns as he turns to leave but is caught by a cold wind forming into a crystalline chain that binds him in place.

Old Su head stands up in anger, admonishing his son before him:

“How do you expect to become a competent leader with this carefree and irresponsible attitude!”

“I never planned on leading them myself, you outdated old man, aren’t you annoying?”

Eris retorts with displeasure:

“I’ve signed a mercenary agreement with Governor Murphy, my pack will work in Transylvania to earn a living, Governor Milian will pay them wages and provide legal status, letting them start over cleanly.”

This era doesn’t employ the old beastly tricks to constrain us, no wonder Helsun turned out the way he did!”

That red-haired Governor has taught me, being a leader primarily involves establishing rules for followers and pointing the direction, beyond that, doing less is doing more, like Murphy’s inaction, letting the species stay vigorous and evolve.”

I may not have lived as long as you, but I know how to learn from others.

Old Su head, you’ve already been left behind by the times, return to your sub-space to continue your battles.”

Young people shouldn’t interfere.”

Look at your paternal demeanor, really makes one…”

“But I’m your father, you scoundrel!”

Old Su head is utterly enraged, he roars:

“My pack diligently safeguards all beings, for a thousand years without a hint of negligence, how did my virtuous life’s accumulation lead to the birth of such a sloth like you! Are you the Werewolf Patriarch or is Murphy the Werewolf Patriarch?

If he’s doing everything, what’s the point of having you?”

“I play the part of muscle for him, didn’t you know? I’ve just signed a contract with Governor Milian, earning quite a lot each year, not to mention commissions, Mannis taught me this, these days entrepreneurship is too exhausting, risky and troublesome, it’s better to join a big company, lying flat and enjoying benefits.

This job is quite profitable, let me tell you…”

“Don’t tell me! What an embarrassing creature, if I don’t discipline you today, soon my pack’s reputation will be utterly tarnished by you!”

“Alright, Su, just you wait! I can’t defeat you now, but thirty years East River, thirty years…”

“Silence!”

“Boom!!!”