My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank-Chapter 2019 - 674: In the Face of Murphy’s Frenzied Provocation, Origin’s Response Is...
The Pī zhǎo Clan has lost another Military Governor.
It was the highly esteemed frontline Grand Marshal; counting Hurley and the Military Governor of the Death Plateau, along with the one who died in Plague Valley, in the first two weeks of the Black Disaster, where the intensity of the battle hadn’t reached its peak, the Werewolves’ start seemed "less than perfect".
Such losses in the past were enough to affect the progress of the Black Disaster, but this time it seemed the Werewolves were well-prepared.
When the failure of the Blackflame Mountain Pass’s total assault was relayed back to the Pī zhǎo Clan’s headquarters along with the defeated troops, Matriarch Potana did not express any special opinion.
It seemed none of this was worth her attention.
In fact, this was indeed the case.
The Werewolves’ fierce attack was repelled at Blackflame Mountain Pass, but in reality, the Werewolves voluntarily withdrew from the first position at the last moment. Hence, out of the fifty thousand vanguard Werewolves, at most one-fifth were lost, with the majority of the main force preserved and returning under the leadership of the low-level Military Governors.
The casualties among the Goblins’ Servant Army were terrifying, but the issue is that the Werewolves wouldn’t calculate how many Gnolls had died. They lack the brain to precisely tally battle losses, and besides, even the Gnolls themselves hardly mind this kind of loss.
Accidents and death are simply a typical part of life for those ignorant beings.
They don’t complain much, after all, even the Gnoll elders feel there are too many of their kin to manage, and a certain amount of "dying off" is beneficial for clan development.
If all the fools die out, the excellent genes could continue.
One generation after another, eventually, the Gnolls might produce their own "King of Gnolls."
Well, in truth, the Gnolls don’t think about it this much; their walnut-sized brains don’t allow for such long-term thinking. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
In short, Chief Potana reviewed the frontline report with a very indifferent attitude, though feeling a slight pang over the death of her Grand Marshal, considering that guy didn’t quite follow her orders...
Good riddance!
Perhaps she should grant those Transia people who killed him a glorious title of "Destroyer of Foolish Servants."
"How far are we from Blackflame Mountain Pass?"
In her lavish Thunder Lizard War Chariot, adorned in full Voodoo Priestess outfit, Potana asked while standing beside her, a clever Werewolf Psychic Master glanced at the map and immediately replied:
"With a forced march, it would take a day and a night to get close."
"No hurry, take it slow."
Potana gave a cold smile and waved her claw.
The Psychic then left, following the Great Marshal of the Jackal Wolves who had been ensuring her safety.
Notably, this Great Marshal of the Jackal Wolves not only donned a very "luxurious" clan-style voodoo plate armor, but their main weapon was neither the flails nor battle axes and spears typically used by the Werewolves.
But a sword!
A giant sword in the style of a two-handed greatsword, clearly a human-styled creation, without much adornment but with flashing inscriptions of the North Wind on the blade, with an outer layer of subtle ice blade for spiritual power-enhanced destruction.
The hilt and blade of the sword were connected in the design of a superb and powerful wolfhead swallowing a sword, with the wolf’s head adorned with a red gemstone shining like Holy Blood.
The Wolf Blood Holy Sword!
One of Nordtof’s three Divine Artifacts.
Having been lost for over hundreds of years, so much so that many bards in Nordtof today consider it a legendary fictional item.
But it indeed truly exists, and although this sacred relic still resists, when that Great Marshal of the Jackal Wolves walks, the inscriptions on the blade always reflect an eerie crimson.
This is the Divine Power of the Master of Hunting expelling the blessing of the North Wind God Su from this Holy Sword, once the corrosion completes, this thing will become a "sacred relic" within Werewolf civilization.
The Jackal Priests clearly aren’t doing this for the first time.
Through multiple Black Disasters, they have looted many treasures from across the Continent, once sacred relics now all corrupted and handed over to prominent figures among the Werewolves for use.
For example, Gehrman·Bonebite, who claims himself to be the "King Bite Bone", holds a sacred warhammer from the Dwarves. Its once name was "Gorgon’s Power·Gaia’s Majesty", now it’s called "Power of Bonebite".
It used to be a trophy of the King of Bone Biting, now it’s a sacred relic of the Bonebite Clan.
Furthermore, Potana also has a pair of voodoo combat claws called "Corrosive Wound", once a sacred relic of the Shadow Elves, now it signifies the Pī zhǎo Clan.
Once the Wolf Blood Holy Sword is fully corrupted, the Pī zhǎo Clan will own a second worthy mention in the annals of sacred relics, symbolizing the rise of the Pī zhǎo Clan.
Of course, that’s a matter for the future.
The immediate challenge facing Potana is capturing Blackflame Mountain Pass. Evidently, using manpower to pile up is foolish and difficult to achieve results; the total assault of fifty thousand vanguard was just a rehearsal.
Matriarch Pī zhǎo is not stupid.
The fifty thousand troops she dispatched just covered the battlefield width of Blackflame Mountain Pass. If these forces can’t break through the first five of the twelve lines of defense at Blackflame Mountain Pass in a short time, it suggests that sending more would only turn the war into the worst "war of attrition" or "drip-feed warfare".
This total assault only lasted a week, but it brought the Matriarch all sorts of information she needed.
