My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1302 - 440. Sad, the first kiss that I treasured for twenty years is just gone like that? - [Additional update 7/25]

Chapter 1302: 440. Sad, the first kiss that I treasured for twenty years is just gone like that? - [Additional update 7/25]

(p>)(For "Jade Little Wheat" brothers, an extra update[2/25])

Hogur Gnawbone hung his head in dejection as he rode his Throne Wolf away from Pestilence Town with his guards, but upon entering the swamp, his expression immediately brightened.

His face, as if performing a variety of expressions, shifted so naturally that one couldn’t help but suspect whether a cunning goblin soul was hiding beneath this Jackal’s skin?

"Sir Morphy, my task is complete."

Known as "Pangolin," Chieftain Hogur cheered on his Throne Wolf.

The guards at his side also showed relieved expressions. These were Hogur’s loyal followers; perhaps they held no fondness for vampires, but like Hogur, they understood just how disdainfully and oppressively the Dark Mountain Jackals treated them.

In comparison, the vampires of Transylvania seemed so much kinder and gentler.

"Chieftain, now we can finally shrink back to the Smugglers’ Forest and ignore all the bad things happening outside, right?"

A shrewd, trusted aide said with empathy:

"These days have been too worrying, dealing with these Pestilence Clan fellows is much more difficult than hanging around under Kenbort’s command. We’ve already provided the vampires with all of Pestilence Town’s defensive positions; all the information they need has been given to them, and we shouldn’t go on any further.

"We can’t afford to provoke either side!"

"Hmph, you wish," said Hogur disdainfully from atop his Throne Wolf.

"Not the sharpest tool in the shed, are we? We’ve already chosen a side, my dear clan members. Aside from following Sir Morphy into the darkness, there is no second path left for us on this land.

Forget it.

I don’t expect you all to grasp such complex matters, but the coming decisions indeed don’t require a large mobilization of our people. At least you can finally live in peace.

Back home, have Nash tweak the deployment a bit, move the posts near Kato back, and avoid too much contact with the Ceylan People setting up camp there.

"Unlike Sir Morphy’s warriors, they’re not aware of the pivotal role we’re playing in this great swamp battle; I don’t want to capsize in a gutter."

"Chieftain, we don’t have to be afraid of them!"

Another Jackal guard, bearing a big beheading sword on his back, snorted derisively:

"Thanks to your leadership, our Barbarian Soldiers are all well-fed and fully equipped! And we also have enough Gnolls to hold our territory. Moreover, we still have the Skeleton Army given to us by Pestilence Clan.

I admit we’re no match for Sir Morphy and his warriors, but the Ceylan People? If they dare enter our forest, they will surely never return!"

"True, but a real fight would be a disaster," Hogur scoffed at the inflated attitude. As a Jackal Chieftain who’d systematically studied the history of the Continent, Hogur knew all too well that his clan’s current strength wasn’t enough to become arrogant.

Perhaps the Ceylan People’s expeditionary vanguard would indeed be no match, but once they truly angered the Goldenrod Kingdom, King Louis’s wrath would drown their small clan in an instant.

So...

Keep a low profile!

We must absolutely keep a low profile during this phase.

Besides, as things stand, there’s nothing wrong with being Morphy’s dog!

The whole clan is well-fed and comfortable. As long as we continue on this correct strategy, it’s good enough to follow in the footsteps of Sir Morphy’s invincible warriors and scavenge some leftovers.

"Besides, isn’t there a large ’inheritance’ waiting for us to claim?"

Hogur let out a strange laugh, turning around on his Throne Wolf saddle to glance back at Pestilence Town, now shrouded in fog and out of sight. Squinting his eyes, he pondered.

This town and this swamp...

Humans could never live here for long; even the toughest warriors would break down under the foul conditions of the Polluted Swamp. However, the Jackals quite enjoyed the dampness and the mud here.

In other words, once Sir Morphy claimed this place, Hogur could benefit as well.

Claiming the entire swamp for himself seemed a fool’s dream, but taking Pestilence Town into his hands would instantly double the size of Bloodclaw Clan’s territory, even more than that. The clan’s core would move here, and Smugglers’ Forest would become their frontier.

Hehe.

"Swamp Lord" Hogur Gnawbone - what a fantastic title.

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"The Jackal Warlocks of Pestilence Town are tightening their defense; they’ve removed twenty-six outposts in the outer perimeter in the last seven days, leaving only mediocre Skeleton Armies there.

If they aren’t preparing to retreat, this sufficiently indicates these Jackals are planning something big."

Perched atop a giant dwarf tree sunken in the mire of Polluted Swamp, scout Ambo put down his telescope imbued with Spiritual Energy and spoke to Niu Niu, who was crouching next to him, remaining vigilant:

"Our reconnaissance mission should also come to an end. The information we’ve gathered, combined with the defensive maps brought back by Hogur’s Bloodclaw Clan, is more than enough for Lord Morphy to launch a surprise attack.

Unfortunately, we still haven’t located the direction the Jackals are planning to march. The forbidden areas deep within the swamp are vast, and it’s difficult to determine the specific routes without venturing inside...

Are you even listening to me?

Why do you keep staring at me so dumbly? Is there something dirty on my face?"