My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank

Chapter 2597 - 866: The Master of Hunting: You Little Brat! I’ve Been So Good to You, and You Damn Well Played Me!_3

Eat your fill...

That’s not the first priority!

You must first ensure that you won’t be killed by your hungry compatriots nearby. It’s not that no one wants to change the situation, but every attempt at reform fails in its infancy due to various reasons. The Wolf People alone cannot escape this vicious cycle.

After all, even Lord Felix failed."

"That’s right! It’s because we can’t solve this on our own that Lord Hog wants to lead the Wolf People into the civilized camp, at least not to continue being hostile towards them."

Nash said excitedly:

"As you mentioned, the Bloodclaw Clan was able to change because we received help and support from Transylvania. This proves that as long as someone is willing to help us, the Wolf People can also break free from the survival trap.

We only need the initial financial support, and Lord Murphy is willing to help us!

He is probably the only civilized leader willing to sit down and talk with the Wolf People. The emergence of the Bloodclaw Clan is proof of his sincerity. You already know this, so why do you lead an army to attack Transylvania?

You are trying to destroy our only hope of rebuilding civilization as Wolf People!

You are so confused!"

Nash’s fierce questioning rendered Huggesen silent. After several seconds, the big guy shook his head and said:

"It’s not as simple as you think. Solving all these problems requires a very important premise. If Murphy and Hog can’t break that chain, everything you plan is destined to be just a mirage.

Nash, you are a good leader, but your vision is still somewhat limited.

If you have the chance, I mean, if you survive this final battle, go outside for a change.

Just like Hog.

Find those worth following and learn from their wisdom. You have the talent to become outstanding; don’t waste it.

Now, go!"

God’s Chosen One emphasized his tone and grabbed the war hammer beside him, saying:

"My guest is here."

"No, it’s the master of this place who has arrived."

Murphy’s voice sounded from outside Nash’s chieftain’s tent.

As the fully armed handsome vampire walked into the tent, the silhouette of Lady Triss appeared faintly outside. Accompanying her were also the fully armed Kudell, the People’s Guard, Veylanther, the Weaver of Destiny, and the First Lord of the Blood Covenant Knight Order, Palano, and the Third Lord, Yvette.

Faced with such a force capable of taking him down, Huggesen was unafraid.

He merely stared at Murphy, with lightning flickering on the war hammer he held, as if he would spring up and take down the Vampire Lord any second.

"You are indeed bold... delivering yourself right in front of us."

Murphy stepped forward, holding the necessary evil, and said coldly:

"Don’t think about leaving alive today, Huggesen. As long as you’re taken down here, all of Transylvania’s problems will dissolve of their own accord."

"You certainly can do that,"

Huggesen bared his teeth, saying:

"The death of me, God’s Chosen, means The Master of Hunting loses a means to interfere with the mortal realm, but you might want to guess why I dare come. Do you think the Master of Hunting only has me as a choice?

If you don’t want to see another God’s Chosen, more suitable to the Master of Hunting’s taste, emerging on the Ligurian Peninsula, then put away this boring intimidation pose, Murphy.

We both know I can die!

But not at this time, and certainly not here."

"Hmph."

Murphy smirked and gestured outside.

The Golden Ones retreated out, with only Triss following closely, protecting him.

Though Huggesen showing up in the Smugglers’ Forest today didn’t seem like he was here to provoke trouble, if he truly had some dangerous thoughts, there is no doubt Murphy would be in absolute danger now.

Not even Triss, not even Lord Paryen would want this outcome.

Murphy’s current importance has already surpassed racial and cultural boundaries. For Lord Paryen, he’d rather have the civilization camp completely lose in this Black Disaster than see God’s Chosen quietly fall at the beginning of this Age of Chaos.

"Coming here at this time, are you truly not afraid your god will punish you, the traitor, with divine retribution?"

Murphy sat cross-legged in front of Huggesen, staring at this huge golden-red Wolf Person, saying:

"Are you planning to rebel?"

"No, I won’t submit to you, Murphy. Only one of us is destined to survive, but you can rest assured regarding The Master of Hunting’s secret monitoring."

Huggesen said:

"Our brutal god is busy drawing power from the chaos of the Ligurian Peninsula. He enjoys the rapid strengthening sensation and won’t direct his attention here until a real war breaks out in Transylvania.

As I mentioned just now, my god is observing another ’candidate’. If I don’t produce some results soon, I fear I’ll be deprived of this identity.

This is also what I intend to discuss with you next."

God’s Chosen indicated the sky, saying:

"Regarding how to pull Him down from godhood and crush Him into the mire, I know you have plans, but I must warn you, you only have one chance! Once missed, not only you but the entire civilization of Wolf People will be plunged into a dire situation instantly.

If possible, I really don’t want to pin such matters on you since you don’t look particularly reliable, but as Hog mentioned, the Wolf People are stuck in a dilemma we can’t solve on our own. We need external help.

If you are the only ones willing to offer assistance, then we have no other choice."

"Attacking your benefactor with an army, is this how you repay kindness?"

Triss mocked in questioning tone.

Huggesen glanced at her and said slowly:

"I can lead my army back to the Dark Mountain Range right now, but are you certain this is the gratitude you want?"