My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 728 - 249. Competitive spirit, truly is a beautiful yet terrifying thing_1

Chapter 728: 249. Competitive spirit, truly is a beautiful yet terrifying thing_1

Hog quickly received his first task after returning to the Wolf People’s den.

As expected, Kenbort required him to return to the dangerous territory from which he had once escaped, evident that this wolf warlord did not care about the life of a crippled inferior. He did not even attempt to hide this fact.

Fortunately, Hog never had any illusions about Kenbort, so he did not feel disappointed with the situation.

This was not the only "secret mission" Hog was tasked with.

At this moment, the slim wolf was riding a filthy dirty wolf, leading his elite clansmen in the rather large wolf camp.

Supposedly, he was looking for a place for his "Bloodclaw Clan" to set up camp. However, in reality, he was taking this opportunity to use the Calculating Pearl hidden in his armor to record the general layout of the entire wolf camp.

This was a matter that needed serious attention!

At this moment, Kenbort’s forces had expanded to over 30,000 wolf people. Staying in their previous mountain border was certainly not feasible, so Kenbort had chosen a new place for his den.

This place was not far from the section of the Kaderman River that passes through the Anderman Hills. It was near the woodland, which was convenient for logging. There was also a trade route to East Prussia, making it easy for the supplies arranged by the Wolf Poison Clan to be continuously delivered.

It sounded perfect, but the atmosphere of the entire camp at this time could be described as "vibrant, bustling" situation.

What would happen if more than 30,000 wolf people and their Gnolls vassals gathered together?

The answer is simple.

Chaos! Chaos! Just freaking chaos!

Although Kenbort had generally arranged his camp in a clear four-layer structure: "core-elite-main cannon fodder," even in the second circle where the elite Barbarian Soldiers were, Hog often saw fighting wolf people and even dozens or hundreds of them brawling.

Their reasons for fighting were only because someone took an extra piece of meat or glared at someone else.

This was far from an orderly ruling system. Warlord Kenbort simply symbolically sent his guard to patrol this area.

His only requirement for the Transylvania inferiors under him was to avoid large-scale death. Other than that, they could do whatever they wanted.

The chaos among the elite Barbarian Soldiers was so bad, not to mention the chaos among the outer ring of cannon fodder. If forced to say, migrating beast herds probably have more discipline than they do.

"Black Disaster..."

Riding on his wolf, Hog ran up a slope outside the camp.

He brought his most trusted guard Nash and three Gnoll Geomancers. From here, one could roughly see the entire view of the camp.

Wherever the eye landed, there was a bustling "ocean" of heads, a dark mass accompanied by noisy voices. It looked like a disaster waiting to engulf everything was brewing, more like a hungry beast waiting to prey.

Hog had never seen the Black Disaster.

But from the current 30,000 Wolf People’s camp, he seemed to have already seen the scene when the Black Disaster occurred. It wasn’t 30,000 people, nor 300,000 people...but, it was likely 3 million...

This had already broken the limits of what Hog could imagine, even making him feel fear himself.

Contrarily, Nash beside him felt honored to be a part of such a large and strong super clan.

His bootjack face that lacked teeth was filled with desire, as if he had started imagining the scene after this army entered the Crimson Castle.

After all, who could resist such an army?

Hog had a different opinion, but he wouldn’t be so stupid as to discuss this matter with Nash, whose brain wasn’t even the size of a walnut. That was less enjoyable than randomly finding a stone on the side of the road to talk to. At least the stone wouldn’t ask him some stupid questions.

"Clean up a bit, Nash."

Hog was riding on the wolf so that his "height" could surpass his own guard. He said to Nash:

"You go find our companions and have them camp on the outskirts."

"Why?"

Nash inquired doubtfully:

"We’re part of King Kenbort’s personally appointed elite, Hog! We could stay in the inner area with better conditions. The king even gave us plenty of supplements."

"Because it’s not good to run when chaos breaks out, you idiot! You only met him once and you’re already calling him king. I saved you from the brink of death and I didn’t see you respect me this much.

You still can’t see who’s the boss. Worshipping fists over trusting brains, one can’t really want such a damn fool..."

Hog screamed in his heart, but when the words reached his mouth, they changed to:

"Because we still have a mission, don’t forget the king asked us to go back with those vampires...

Alright, I know you guys don’t want to, so I will go myself.

While I’m away, you and the others should recruit some leaders from other clans. But remember, don’t recruit too many people, and we don’t want idiots who only know how to eat meat, mate, and fight. At least they can’t be dumber than you!"

"By the standards of Wolf People, I’m not considered dumb! Moreover, Hog, this isn’t how we used to do things."

Nash stubbornly shouted, baring his teeth:

"We now have strength, Hog. We are even more elite than King Kenbort’s elite. We can recruit hundreds, even thousands, overnight. We have so many cub sons who want to eat meat and will obey us."