My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank-Chapter 2171 - 724: Nanaque Black-eye’s Secret (Part 3)
"I understand."
Hog nodded thoughtfully.
Tear Flesh’s suggestion was a good starting point, but the specific actions required Hog to think deeply. Before it could engage its mind, Lame Claw, reeking of blood, brought its beloved undead construct tools into the tent.
It grinned broadly upon seeing Hog.
Unfortunately, the body Lame Claw used now wasn’t its prior one, but rather that of a Black Eye Clan jackal that had died in war, making its maniacal smile lack a certain intimidation.
Its two eyeballs looked in different directions, then it wiped the drool from the corner of its mouth and said:
"Hog... no, Wise Wolf Lord, the 200 undead warriors you need are ready. I used new skills to make half of them into skeleton warriors of the jackal people and the other half into jackal mummy warriors.
Ha, it was a wonderful experience; this ancient knowledge is indeed much more efficient than my rough construction methods.
Next, I plan to attempt to construct a Netherworld Slaughterer, a terrifying butcher forged of bone. To make it, I’ll need many, many high-quality remains, at least 99 complete skeletons of jackal warriors."
"Hog!
Give me enough bones, I need enough bones to complete my groundbreaking masterpiece!"
"If there’s a task, issue it to the warriors! Haven’t you been taught how to deal with them? They’re sure to be willing to help. Damn it, I’m the Wise Wolf! I have to think about the future of the jackal people; I don’t have time to help you dig around in the graveyards."
Hog scolded with a look of dissatisfaction, to which Lame Claw rolled its eyes, agreed it made sense, and turned to leave to issue tasks to the werewolf players. But after taking a few steps, its head made a 180° turn back.
It spoke to Hog in a strange tone:
"Also, the Netherworld Beetles I released discovered something strange, that female werewolf you’re very concerned about... Boboke’s sister, Nanaque, she disguised herself and left her den alone half an hour ago.
I think she’s definitely going to meet someone important.
Additionally, I’ve confirmed it, Nanaque Black-eye is pregnant! But her life’s aura is very strange; I’ve never seen a jackal woman maintain such vigorous vitality while pregnant.
This makes me quite curious about the identity of that cub’s father."
"How could you not mention such important things sooner, you madman."
Upon hearing this news, Hog immediately stood up, took a tracking Netherworld Beetle from the cackling Lame Claw, donned his hood, rushed out of the tent, mounted the Throne Wolf he seized from Kenbort, and sped away.
"Hey, old fossil, tell me, is Hog interested in that Nanaque?"
Lame Claw asked in a strange tone, while Tear Flesh, who was studying the authentic curses of the Death Moon, didn’t even bother to turn its head. It replied in a hoarse voice:
"Hog won’t fall for any jackal woman again. Its vision has been elevated to a level beyond that of the jackal people. As it wrote in ’Into the Dark Mountain Ranges,’ upon becoming the Wise Wolf, its life has already been dedicated to the rise of jackal civilization.
This epiphany was gained from its ancient memories.
Of course, I suspect Hog might have other thoughts.
But, how to put it, you don’t need to worry about it having improper intentions toward Nanaque Black-eye. That female werewolf is cunning, but her wisdom is not enough to catch the attention of the Wise Wolf when compared to Hog. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
As you said, not only are you curious about Nanaque’s lover, but Hog is equally curious."
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Nanaque Black-eye, Boboke Blackeye’s sister, the Black Eye Old Chieftain’s eldest daughter, and now in her aging father’s failing health, acts as the clan’s Assistant, essentially a clear declaration that Nanaque will succeed as the next Chieftain of the Black Eye Clan.
Regarding this decision, none of the Grand Marshals and subordinate Little Chiefs of the Black Eye Clan have any objections because Nanaque Black-eye is indeed different from her ambitious and inept brother; this female werewolf possesses an ability that compels other jackals to obey.
Many old werewolves have already claimed that Nanaque will be an impressive Chief like Chief Botana in the future.
However, Nanaque is not without flaws. She is already 27 and has yet to choose a mate, which, for the lifespan of werewolves in the Dark Mountain Range, makes her an indisputable old maid.
Nevertheless, Nanaque Black-eye has her own secret.
This secret is known to her father, who secretly supports the choice his daughter made.
In a hidden valley at the edge of the Black Eye Clan’s territory at dusk, Nanaque Black-eye, riding a red Throne Wolf, jumped down from her saddle. Her pregnancy of several months had made her previously flat, wild belly somewhat bloated, but she remained agile.
Possessing beautiful gray-white mane, she wore a bone battle dagger on her leather belt, and on her back was a rarely seen metallic crossbow in the Jackal society, whose style seemed to be that of a dwarf’s making.
Nanaque led her Throne Wolf into the gorge, and in the next moment, she saw the tall figure sitting on a rock basking in the sun, with discarded armor cast aside, letting the coarse wind of the Dark Mountain Range whisk through its golden mane.
That was a very tall werewolf, possessing a splendid golden fur like an upright male lion.
That was Nanaque’s lover.
A werewolf Great Marshal with a very prestigious status.
"Huggesen, you really came."
Nanaque called out sadly:
"I heard about the events at Blackflame Mountain Pass; I am very..."
Huggesen turned back.
He shook his head at his dear lady, gesturing for Nanaque to come over.
He didn’t want to speak or discuss anything at the moment; he just wanted to receive his last warmth in his only haven before making an important decision.
The former Hugesin would die tonight.
By dawn tomorrow, the world would only have the God’s Chosen of the Master of Hunting left, ah, this would be his last day as an ordinary werewolf, so let all those worries stay away temporarily.
