My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 656 - 225. From today onward, your name shall be Hogur Gnawbone!_1

Chapter 656: 225. From today onward, your name shall be Hogur Gnawbone!_1

Bone Biter, this name might sound crude to humans, to those with a certain level of culture or those who have a cultured family member, this name would be shunned. But in the history of the continent, it is not a simple name, especially for the people of Transylvania.

After all, 110 years ago during the Fourth Black Disaster, the king of the Wolf People who nearly destroyed the civilization of mankind is named "Bone Biter".

When Murphy uttered the "real name" of this small Wolf Person in front of him, not only Cui Si, but also Little Wei Ming, who only knew a little history, widened their eyes.

But she is very smart, so she quickly understood what Sir Morphy on her side was planning to do.

My goodness!

This is about supporting forces to destabilize from within, for a "peaceful transformation"!

"Explain clearly!"

Cui Si, who also realized what was happening, questioned:

"In your mind, is its surname ’Bone Biter’? Or is it from the ’Bonebite Clan’? These are two different concepts. The Bonebite Clan is still located in the Dark Mountain Range, which is one of the largest clans among the Wolf People.

I’ve heard that they are quite brutal to their own kind; the consequence of this guy falsely claiming kinship would definitely not be good."

"But this is in Transylvania, not the Dark Mountain Range. Even the dominant Bonebite Clan can’t interfere with the internal affairs of Transylvania, at least not yet!"

Murphy waved his hand, maintaining a mysterious smile as he said:

"I thought about it. Relying solely on my soldiers and warriors to clear out one den after another is too slow. Perhaps we can use smarter methods to end the plague of the Wolf People in Transylvania more quickly.

Even to resolve this hidden threat once and for all.

If indeed the Black Disaster is coming, then rather than wait for the killing of the first warlord in Transylvania to yield a second one, we might as well take the initiative to decide who the warlord will be ourselves.

Cui Si, even if my warriors exterminate all the Wolf People, this place with numerous Gnolls would still be a problem. However, I heard that the Gnolls are quite skilled at mining and digging.

If I declare that Transylvania welcomes all the homeless, then I must fulfill the promise I made for this land.

Do you understand what I mean?"

Murphy pointed to the small but already stunned Wolf Person and said:

"It, they, the Wolf People, and the Gnolls – aren’t they also residents of this land? I once told my governor that our Transylvania would not discriminate against any race. No one, because of their race or appearance, would be excluded from this land.

This is an opportunity.

Not just for it, but for me as well. Each group has its own talents and strengths, and each group has its own value. The ability to reasonably utilize the values of the races under my rule is a very important evaluation standard for a lord.

So, it is Bone Biter.

The descendant of the Bone Biter king who lost in battle and died in Transylvania 110 years ago..."

"Grandson."

Cui Si corrected:

"Wolf People can’t live that long. In the harsh environment of the Dark Mountain Range, their average lifespan is 35 years. Even without the high survival pressure of the outside world, Wolf People can not live past 70 years."

"Oh, right, grandson! That fits its background even better."

Murphy began to pace, circling the small trembling Wolf Person several times

He stroked his chin, drawing out his words:

"The legendary Bone Biter King died on the way back to the Dark Mountain Range from the Polluted Swamp, but neither humans nor other races were able to find the exact location of the fallen barbaric king. So when his army was defeated that year, one of his descendants who had always followed him got lost from the Bonebite Clan and was forced to stay in Transylvania.

It knew it should inherit its father’s ambition of conquering the continent, but due to lack of strength and fortune, it could only do its best to unite the local Wolf People.

However, the oppression from the Blood Vulture Clan caused it to eventually die in depression.

The mixing of the noble and common blood led to the grandson of the Bone Biter King losing the distinctive noble fur pattern from Moss Valley, and becoming the same as any other Wolf People.

Poor descendant of Bone Biter didn’t inherit his grandfather’s strength or his father’s will. However, its natural intelligence and cunning allowed it to have its own small clan in Transylvania.

It originally thought that its life would just pass by like this.

But fortunately or unfortunately, the unpredictable fate gave it a chance!

Just like the other chosen ones, after a failed messenger job, it finally rose to the forefront of this era due to the shame of captivity ...

It has already sensed the call of its fate.

It is very scared.

It doesn’t know if it should accept the favor of Earl Cardman, but there’s a voice telling it in its heart... this is a once in a thousand year opportunity."

Murphy placed his hand on the shoulder of the small Wolf Person and said in a low voice:

"Why can Kenbort, that fool with a big head and no brains, become a warlord? By what right can it rudely seize your hard-won clan? By what right can it occupy your two favorite females? The faux warlord procrastinating in Andma Hills is neither as cunning as you, nor does he fully understand the calamity his actions are bringing to the local Wolf People.