My Players Are So Fierce β Handsome dog Frank-Chapter 2111 - 704: One Great Chief Down at the Start? Damn, the Black Disaster Is Way Too Intense This Time!
"Ha, no child wants to hear others slander their beloved mother, but you know Iβm telling the truth." ππΏπ²ππ πππ»πΌπ―ππ.ππΌπΊ
Manson smiled, ignoring the Wolf Blood Holy Sword pressed against his neck.
He said:
"Whether you want to think about it or not, after your adoptive mother passed away, the PΔ« zhΗo Clan became yours. Botanaβs three children are not qualified to inherit the PΔ« zhΗo Clan; she promised The Master of Hunting before she died that only you could become the next Chieftain of PΔ« zhΗo.
You have suffered heavy losses.
The annihilation of over a hundred thousand elite warriors is enough to drop the PΔ« zhΗo Clan from the power hierarchy of the Dark Mountain Range to second rate, but you have a deep foundation. There are still wolf people within your territory awaiting conscription.
Listen to me, child, the Blood Scar Clan is very fond of you!
We will unreservedly support your revenge. You see, you and the Transia People have already become mortal enemies, right?
Itβs the tradition of our wolf people; you must personally take the head of that vampire named Murphy, only then can you bring solace to your poor mother."
Huggesen remained silent, appearing as quiet in spirit as in body.
He simply stared at Manson, but the fact that the Holy Sword was not swung proved Huggesen wanted to hear more, which pleased Manson even more. The old wolf man took out his Hunting Holy Emblem and handed it to Huggesen.
He said:
"You need power! Child.
Botana used voodoo to constantly strengthen you, but that primitive power is not enough to give you true strength.
The Master of Hunting is still missing a Godβs Chosen One.
As I said, the Blood Scar Clan is very fond of you. Compared to your brother GehrmanΒ·Bonebite, who was raised by Botana since childhood, you are clearly more suited to become The Master of Huntingβs representative in the material world.
You have the talent to grasp power!
Most importantly, youβre not lacking in wisdom.
I promise you, as you advance towards Transylvania along this path, the PΔ« zhΗo Clan will not go alone!
It has been proven that the Chieftainsβ judgment was erroneous. This time, the real tough nut of the Black Disaster is not in the Brass Fortress; on the contrary, the truly brutal battlefield is destined to be in Transylvania, once weak but now reborn.
Therefore, the Blood Scar Clanβs army will also retreat from the Brass Fortress and come here to support you.
The best part is, as long as you become The Master of Huntingβs Godβs Chosen One, you will have the power to command the Blood Scar army in name. After witnessing the madness of the Transia People, I canβt confidently assure you that everything will go smoothly.
But on the other hand, for The Master of Hunting to descend, there needs to be slaughter, blood, and death. If we cannot achieve all this with the blood of our enemies, then we will have to pay with our own blood."
Manson stared at Huggesen in front of him, saying:
"This Black Disaster has never been only about the wolf people, child. I donβt know if Botana ever told you the stakes involved, but the fact is, we must have our own god! Otherwise, in the already-arrived Age of Chaos, weβll only serve as fuel to ignite the world.
Dusk...
They represent a distorted future.
Every race across the continent must struggle to survive before that future arrives, and we are just one of them.
Luckily, we have seen the scenes of the world burning before those ignorant fools, and we still have time to save ourselves.
This has nothing to do with justice or evil, nor with conquest or compromise.
Just like the common reason for launching the first four Black Disasters, child, itβs just to survive, just for the right to live.
Accept it.
Like your ancestor Lord Felix protected us.
The wolf people need a leader, and no one is more suitable than you."
Huggesen looked at the emblem handed to him, and after a moment, he made a sighing motion. As he reached out to take the emblem, he said with a hoarse and obscure voice in his heart:
"Mother said not to have too much contact with you, and now I know why. Your seduction makes it hard for me to refuse. But a child must execute revenge for the passing of his mother, so I will not refuse your invitation.
The grand vengeance of the PΔ« zhΗo Clan will soon begin. I hope to see members of the Blood Scar Clan on the battlefield.
You promised me an army!
I want to see that army capable of burning Transylvania to the ground. As for your enmity with Gehrman, I do not wish to be involved."
"Very good, this is precisely what the Blood Scar Clan wishes to hear."
Manson let out a laugh, saying:
"Let us leave here, then. You will go with me to Moss Valley, and once you become the Godβs Chosen of Hunting, you will have everything you desire!"
Ps: Thanks to the "Temporary Forest Immortal" brother for the Alliance Hierarch reward, and additional content will be added during the New Year.
