My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank

Chapter 2822: Chapter 941: Who Would Refuse the Generosity of a Friend in Need? (Part 2)

Its voice was exceptionally cold.

It was as if it had suddenly become a different person, leaving others at a loss.

"Why is the camp in such chaos?"

It queried, and the Military Governors dared not respond, then they heard Huggesen’s face filled with disgust as he shouted:

"Go! Quiet down those fools, and gather all the Priests here, I have something to announce."

"Yes, yes!"

The two Military Governors sensed the trouble quickly nodded and ran out to deliver the order.

They found their most trusted aides to bring people to suppress the chaos in the camp, and dispatched others to gather the Priests. After doing all this, the two cunning individuals exchanged a glance and unanimously, only took their most trusted confidants to head towards the Throne Wolf’s cage.

This ghostly place can’t be stayed in anymore.

Huggesen has already gone mad!

Who knows what other crazy things he might do, though crossing the swamp is risky right now, they cannot afford to seek a foolproof strategy, as long as they can escape back to the Dark Mountain Range alive, there is still a chance to rise again.

But the remaining Military Governors didn’t have such good luck; Huggesen stared at them, that pair of eerie blood-red eyes made these creatures shiver.

Most importantly, as they approached Huggesen, their chaotic minds were oddly filled with a strange force, as if suddenly reversing their state from terror to previous full confidence.

Even more confident, a peculiar illusion appeared that "even though the war goes unfavorably, even with repeated failures, even with the Divine Spirit dead, even without gaining time, place, and people, our army will still surely win."

In reality, when this strange emotion appeared, they had already lost their last chance to leave.

"Gather your respective armies."

Huggesen easily settled the minds of these cowardly creatures, he gestured with his claws and said:

"We march tomorrow, leave this swamp, head to the western front! It’s progressing very smoothly over there, as long as we get past and join Gehrman·Bonebite, everything will be fine. There’s no need to worry about your future; we will establish a Earthly Heaven for the Wolf People in the weak Ligurian Peninsula.

Nothing to worry about!

Go, soothe the minds of the warriors, and convey my words to them."

The Military Governors nodded repeatedly like puppets, then under Huggesen’s gaze turned away to pass on the orders.

The Priests were still gathering, the God’s Chosen sitting in the dark tent already had a plan, he would conduct a large-scale Divine Power ritual to select new hunting elects, and use them as nodes to control this nearly collapsing army.

As for the subsequent strategy, he did not lie.

He really intended to go to the Ligurian Peninsula to continue the war there.

However, at this moment, in his heart as cold as iron, there was a weak voice telling him:

"You can’t get over there, my god, Murphy has deployed a large army on the western section of the Maginot Line, with the current troops we have, we can’t break through there, not to mention I have sent Scouts through the Smugglers’ Forest into the Kato area for reconnaissance.

The Exploration Corps over there is equally on the alert, with hundreds of thousands of troops guarding Lake Xiuerpres.

With our current military strength, it’s impossible to break through that barrier..."

"The stupidity of mortals!"

Huggesen... no, the soul of the Master of Hunting sneered and said:

"I don’t need to take so many people to leave, I only need to reach there alone, and in an instant, I can regroup an invincible army, as you say, a Black Disaster that will engulf the world, as for you...

Traitor!

Huggesen, I will not kill you right away.

I will leave your filthy soul intact, I will make you suffer torture, and when I establish my kingdom, I will let you personally witness the female you have always protected being humiliated to death, I will let you personally watch as your child is bitten to death in front of you.

How dare you!

You vile traitor, how dare you!"

"I don’t think I am a traitor; I have perfectly fulfilled everything you needed me to do, I even drew my blade against a Divine Spirit..."

Huggesen was still arguing, but it sounded more like a dog’s plea for mercy and twisting concepts.

The Master of Hunting sneered at this, He was even too lazy to spend time disentangling with this fool, closed his eyes and leaned on this uncomfortable throne, seizing time to let his weak divine soul take root and sprout in this body.

He didn’t want to think about his previous failures, he still had a chance to rise again.

His divine persona shattered, his body gone, his Divine Kingdom collapsed, but he still existed, his followers still existed... it’s merely retracing the previous path.

Divine souls do not age, He still has enough time to plan slowly.

But just a few minutes later, controlling this body, the Master of Hunting suddenly opened his eyes, his nose moved, then stood up and grabbed Huggesen’s war hammer in hand, strode out of the tent like a black shadow crossing the camp towards a certain place in the swamp, and reached there in a matter of minutes like a gale of wind.

A Shadow Elf draped in a black cloak was waiting there for Him, holding a peculiar Chaos Crystal, it was that thing exuding a faint subspace aura that lured Him here.

The "Slave Master" seeing the main person arrived immediately turned around, bowed with an extremely elegant gesture and said:

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