My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 720 - 246. Code name "Pangolin"_2

Chapter 720: 246. Code name "Pangolin"_2

In any case, by the year 1111 in the continental history, the Wolf People and the Gnolls had become a symbiotic group.

Each party took what they needed from the other.

Oh, yes, all the legends regarding the Gnolls invariably included stories about the Gnolls and candles...

They lived underground and needed illumination, thus the first candle to bring light into this world was crafted by the Gnolls.

Even the proudest of the elves could not deny this fact.

It could be said that the Gnolls brought the first glimmer of light into the unsettling darkness of this world. This was their greatest, and perhaps only, contribution to the world.

In Gnoll society, the candle is a symbol of status and position. They would always place their favorite candle on top of their heads, only lighting it when necessary.

For instance, at the moment, 7 elite Gnolls from the Hog Clan are organizing their precious candles and assisting each other in placing the finest candles in strange hats on each other’s heads.

There is a special base on the hat designed to hold the candle.

It seemed like a peculiar ritual and the impending journey of escape brought contentment to the Gnolls, swiftly soothing the fear in their hearts.

This was a "supply" that Hog secured from the Blood Rat Gang for them; merely these coarse yet large, long-burning candles were enough for these simple-minded elite Gnolls to pledge their loyalty to Hog.

After all, the other Wolf-People Masters wouldn’t bother to actively find candles for their Gnoll Servants.

"Hog, are they coming or not?"

As Hog prepared for the impending "escape," the toothless Wolfman Nash, who was beside him, approached and asked restlessly:

"It’s been seven sand glasses worth of time already, and there’s still no movement. I suspect they’re all dead, we might as well leave first."

Nash’s words immediately drew approving howls from the other Wolf People.

They were clan members handpicked by Hog, stronger than ordinary Wolf People but not to the extent of an elite leader. They all exhibited a cunning trait, their minds much sharper than average members of the tribe.

Hog liked these types of Wolf People.

He did not favor those stupid individuals who abused their power. Those types were uncontrollable, but these kinsmen were manageable.

They understood his plans and why he sought to implement them. Once they realized that their interests were aligned, they were capable of executing things well, even without Hog’s supervision.

Hog obviously believed this was how a qualified clan should operate.

"Patience, Nash, my Barbarian Chief."

Hog imitated the tone of Sir Morphy when he spoke, calmly addressing his restless kinsmen:

"Of course we could leave now, but with only a few of us, even if we did make it back to Andaman Hills alive, we wouldn’t be significant to King Kenbort. Have we made all these sacrifices just to go back and continue being cannon fodder?

No!

We are the pitiful ones who lost our clans and formed the Bloodclaw Clan, we’ve committed to surviving and living better.

We need them!

We need more stronger clanmates, just like a hunter needs ferocious hyenas."

He continued buttering up his clansmen unskilledly, and he said:

"If each of us commands three Barbarians, then we could unite and not be bullied by other clans. If each of us has five Barbarians under us, then we could earn the respect of King Kenbort.

We are all powerful warriors who have survived three rounds in the arena, this is our advantage, and we have to enhance this advantage."

Nash, who was beside him, immediately made a weird noise.

He thought Hog was making sense.

But he truly did not want to wait here anymore; he had been eating ghouls and exchanging kinsmen here for seven days already. That revolting rotten flesh smell had almost made him lose interest in eating meat; if he continued staying here, he would genuinely go mad.

However, the last seven days had allowed Nash to see the uniqueness of Hog.

This was not an ordinary Wolfman. He was wiser than most Wolf People; perhaps Hog wasn’t joking when he boasted that his bloodline comes from the sacred Moss Valley.

He really came from the Dark Mountain Range, from the place where the powerful Divine Spirit, King Bone Biter, was born.

This gave Hog an aspect of "mysterious legitimacy" in the eyes of the Wolf People. In their crude and wild worldview, places like Transylvania were merely the edges of the world, and only the Dark Mountain Range was the "center of the world"!

As for the Moss Valley, it must surely be the sacred land in the center of the world.

"They’re here, I hear them."

The hunter "Old Blind Eye" of Bloodclaw Clan howled. This Wolfman hunter, blinded in one eye, raised his vampire hunting crossbow and aimed ahead while other Wolf People quickly grabbed their flails.

Under their watchful eyes, more than a dozen Wolfman gladiators were jumping down from the second layer of the sewer to the third.

"Fools! Quickly stop them! This noise will attract Ghouls!"

Nash shouted loudly.

Immediately, two Barbarians dashed towards their pitiful clansmen who were clearly struggling in the arena. Each one of them looked bloody.