My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank

Chapter 2835: Chapter 945: Bearing All Evil, Serving Hope; This Body Is Dead, Only Awaiting the Future_3

"It’s hard for me to explain to you, but it’s as if the whole world is paving the way for me."

Murphy expelled a breath helplessly and then said in a self-mocking tone:

"You know, I came to this world under the care of the creator, feeling like a child chosen by heaven. Sometimes I wonder if others were in my position, could they achieve the same?

Even if it were a dog there, with the help left by the creator, it might accomplish the same endeavor.

As for me?

What is the greatest victory I’ve achieved on my own?

Perhaps it’s just winning the favor of Triss and Adel. You know, Huggesen, I didn’t defeat you with my own power.

Comparing from all aspects, you are much more outstanding than me."

"Hum, others couldn’t say such words when doing this...Murphy, don’t underestimate yourself. You are my lifelong enemy, Huggesen...Haha...cough cough cough..."

It coughed more violently, pain returned, indicating even the divine power of Avalon could no longer heal it.

"The time has come. Earlier, I persuaded The Master of Hunting for a large batch of aid from Twilight. It’s on Xifenik Island off the Ligurian Peninsula. Get them as soon as possible; it’s the legacy I left for Hog..."

It said:

"Sorry we can only open our hearts for a chat now, but time is too short. If it were another scenario, in another destiny, we might have become friends..."

"This is also good now. Having a friend too courageous would make someone like me, a mediocre, feel a lot of pressure."

Murphy stood up, made way for the Split Claw running through mud behind, leaving the last moments for Huggesen and its Throne Wolf brothers.

"Farewell, Huggesen."

Murphy stepped back and said:

"I will engrave on your epitaph such a line ’Lying here is Huggesen Split Claw, it is the last wisp of wind of the night and the first beam of light in the dawn,’ do you think it’s alright?"

"Too grandiose, my friend, making me question if I deserve such a high praise but it’s your recognition and I will gladly accept it. Just here, bury me here, where ancestors were born.

I’ve finally walked the road of a thousand years to return to the original homeland."

Huggesen’s tone weakened.

It turned its head with difficulty in the last moment to say to the Split Claw lying there mournfully licking its wounds:

"Go back to Nanaque, take good care of them for me... I’m just one step ahead, we’ll meet again in another world, Split Claw... Thank you for taking care of me for so long... I’m...I’m leaving.

Ah, in this dawn...

So dazzling..."

Its broken and smoldering consciousness seemed to integrate into water, crossing over a thousand mountains and rivers under a certain calling.

In the last residue of that consciousness, it saw the weak Nanaque lying in the tent and the two cubs placed beside her. Their fur couldn’t yet show color, but it’s certain they would grow a beautiful golden in the future.

That is the vigor of a king.

Huggesen tried to approach the two children and used its last strength to kiss them. The two newborn cubs immediately began to cry, causing the weary Nanaque to open her eyes.

She seemed to have sensed something, reaching out to grab the vanishing invisible thing.

This movement startled Hog, who was dozing in a wooden wheelchair next to her, still wrapped in bandages. Hog raised its head, seemed to see Huggesen, offered it a "go in peace" smile, and waved a claw in farewell, while behind Hog, in Huggesen’s final gaze, it saw Felix.

Its ancestor, the true great figure of the Jackalwolf Tribe, the one and only king.

"Well done, boy."

Felix said to it:

"Come with me; you’ve qualified to step into what the creator left for us..."

"No, sir."

It rejected with a voice like the wind:

"I ended my life in battle, my life enough to become the wished-for image of all Jackalwolves. I have a wife who understands me and healthy offspring. I have no regrets anymore.

Let me stay in the last moments of the night, let me rest forever in the first beam of light of dawn, let me perish with that savage and crazy era, let me be the last victim of that era.

There’s no place for me in the future, but I’ve molded it with my own hands.

That’s enough.

That’s enough...

I carry sin; I serve hope;

I have died with the past; all I see with my eyes is the future..."