My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1210 - 409. Insight of the Wolf God’s Eye_2

Chapter 1210: 409. Insight of the Wolf God’s Eye_2

Maker: Berserker Priests from Wam’s Temple

Item Description:

The First Generation Count of Xike never shared a deeply buried secret with anyone else. 400 years ago, when he led the Moutain People and the descendants of the Barbarians to join the war between Transylvania and the Continent, he wasn’t just defending his homeland; he had another purpose.

He had signed a contract with The Fury, Wam, to spread the power and majesty of The Fury across the Continent.

The priests of Wam’s Temple supported West Ke Mail’s motive but their support wasn’t entirely pure-hearted, either. The wars were attempts to propagate their faith, yet it was rather unfortunate that the Barbarians’ worshipped Fury was not particularly adept at proselytizing.

In that war of faith, they were soundly defeated, caught between the followers of Avalon and the Winter Wolf.

However, Wam and his servants never quelled their desire to bring the wars of fury to the world, and that unfinished contract is still waiting for its next inheritor.

Tip!

Warriors possessing the Wam Decapitator can enter Wam’s Temple in Ice Bay, unlocking and acquiring the "Fury Sequence" career path.

"Sigh, if it weren’t for the fact that I’ve already joined the ranks under Avalon’s Boss, this bad-ass sounding ’Fury Sequence’ would definitely be worth digging into."

After showing off on the forum, Brother Meow returned to the game. He was currently mounted on his horse, his formidable Barbarian Battle Axe slung over his shoulder, waiting for the Moutain People messengers nearby to finish their prayers before embarking toward the Saxon Region.

Brother Black Silk, who was beside him, was polishing his giant sword and said quietly,

"It’s not really a problem, Meow. The weapon inscription says we could complete the Fury class change through it, but it doesn’t say we have to be the ones to do it. You could totally ’sell tickets’ while holding this weapon. Gather all those guys who want to be ’Berserkers’ and lead them through the ancestral forest into Ice Bay, and introduce them to Wam’s priests. No need to overcharge, 10 Gold Coins each would be more than enough for us to make a killing, considering it’s a special inheritance and a ’hidden class’! They’re getting a deal at 10 Gold Coins a head, you know?

Moreover, you’re just borrowing the thing. Your devotion to the power of Avalon means you could never become the second master of this battle axe.

I mean, don’t think too much about it."

"Hey, you’re quite the Sly Ghost, aren’t you?"

Brother Meow instantly burst into laughter. He tilted his head and thought for a bit, then said,

"Alright! Let’s do that, I’m going to go post about it... Hey! Who’s that coming over there? That guy who just dashed into the forest, doesn’t he look kind of familiar?"

"Isn’t that ’Iron Fist’ Turner? The guy who made us all lose face in the Sewer Boxing Championship."

Brother Qu, who had the best eyesight, glanced over and told the others,

"He’s been working for the Blood Rat Gang recently, occasionally practicing martial arts with Teacher Li and them. What’s he suddenly doing in Xike Territory? You think this could be a special event? Should we try our luck?"

"Forget it, the Moutain People are setting off. This is our penance journey and we can’t afford any mishaps."

Brother Meow glanced at the Moutain People messengers who had finished their prayers and said regretfully,

"We can’t catch up to this one, but let’s pass the message to the other brothers and sisters still lurking around Xike Territory so they can join in on the fun. It’s time for us to depart.

I heard from Valande that on our way to the Saxon Forest, we’ll pass through the mysterious and dangerous ’Feather Valley’, where the Grey Vulture Knight and other Winged Cavalry captains captured their swift hawks.

Old Qu, haven’t you always wanted a hawk? This is your chance!

I saw someone selling falconry techniques with the Moutain People, hurry and buy a book to prepare on the road."

"Roger that!"

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As Brother Meow and his group spotted Mr. Turner entering the forest, the Winter Wolf Monk with his exceptional perception skills also noticed them. He could clearly feel those several warriors’ gaze lingering on him.

But Turner didn’t care.

He had spent enough time in Transylvania to have gotten to know these warriors a bit. He admired their enthusiasm and restlessness, always brimming with uncontainable passion, yet he was not very fond of their rash and unguarded characters.

And today, he wasn’t in the ancestral forest for a leisurely stroll.

He had serious business to attend to.

"You’ve arrived quite quickly."

On the outskirts of the ancestral forest at the prearranged meeting spot, the Valande Knight, as robust as a giant, was feeding his swift hawk fresh meat. Upon seeing Turner, hooded and approaching, the Winged Cavalry commander stood up and released the hawk, then made a gesture signaling Turner to follow him.

The two of them advanced towards the cave guarded by Winged Cavalry and Moutain People priests. On the way, the Valande Knight asked in a low voice,

"Count Ellen said that Lady Adel will send a ’malevolence expert’ to check on things. I thought she would dispatch a Witch Hunter, but instead, we got a northern Monk. Do you have a good understanding of malevolence as well?"

"Definitely not as much as a Witch Hunter with an inheritance."

Turner modestly waved his hand, but then his expression turned serious,

"That’s under normal circumstances, and this situation is clearly special. I would say I’m a bit more professional than they are in all matters related to ’dusk’. Maybe that’s because I’ve suffered enough at their hands?"