Chapter 1755: 586. Chieftains of Moss Valley – Extra Update for Brother “Little Rag Who Doesn’t Eat Fish” 【28/30】_2
At this mont, within the marching formation of the Whip-tail Clan, the aged yet still powerful Whip-tail Chieftain was listening to a report from his most trusted Hunting Military Governor, Hurley.
This matter was clearly important, which was why the chieftain had postponed his discussion with other chieftains.
“Intelligence from Blackfla Mountain Pass has been sent back, delivered by a Junior Warlord nad Boboke Blackeye. It was the first among the twenty-two scouts we dispatched to reach that defense line, and also the first to fail.”
Hunting Military Governor Hurley was tall and formidable, clearly a tough character, carrying a war spear made from Thunder Lizard bones and dressed in full Whip Tail Hunting Armor, exuding a vibe of grandeur mixed with a hint of viciousness.
He said to his old chieftain:
“The news that young man brought back is not optimistic. The defense at Blackfla Mountain Pass is thicker than we imagined, and the vampires and their dogs of the Blood Covenant Clan are continually reinforcing it.
Boboke said he sacrificed twelve centurion squads but couldn’t even approach the position, being wiped out by a group of Transia people on a high ground outside the defense line.
He described the battle process in detail, saying those Transia people were very savage and cunning. They piled their tribesn’s heads to build a tower and planted their flag atop the Tower of Skulls, taunting our scouts in the process.
I suspect it’s a procrastination tactic to gain ti for the final preparations at that defense line.”
“Transia people… I rember their cowardly reactions when I massacred them back in the day. The proud vampires only hid in their castles, while the locals, though savage, lacked strategies and just recklessly rushed out only to be easily killed.
What the little guy described doesn’t sound like Transia people.
I feel it sounds more like the Nords, those wild warriors marked by Winter Wolves.
Hmm, I suffered greatly at their hands back then.”
The Whip-tail Chieftain, seated on a hunting throne made from the skulls of various tribes, snorted disdainfully; this old wolfman who once conquered the continent with the King of Bone Biting evidently found a way to overco life’s limits.
He was indeed very old now.
Even older than Tear Flesh, his eyes were muddy and lifeless like a walking corpse, yet no one dared to underestimate this elderly figure who could fall just walking.
Though such an old figure was considered powerless among wolf people, the Whip-tail Clan’s governors knew the clan’s rapid resurgence after the fourth Black Disaster was all thanks to this old chieftain’s secret manipulation.
He was the soul and core of the Whip-tail Clan, akin to the status of the King of Bone Biting for all wolf people.
The old chieftain remained silent for a mont, then said:
“That Boboke… can he be trusted?”
Hunting Military Governor replied imdiately:
“He is a typical youngster, chieftain, barbaric, fierce, adoring the King of Bone Biting yet not good at thinking. He responded first when we issued the call. He doesn’t have the mind to make up such lies, although his father is quite a cunning character.
Black Eye Clan is not a small clan, but they only sent five hundred elites to join us this ti, claiming clan division as an excuse, far below the 2000 elites we requested.
Moreover, other scouts we dispatched returned similar ssages beside Boboke.
Compared to the Blackfla Mountain Pass flattened by the King Bite Bone over a hundred years ago, today’s defense line resembles a fierce hedgehog and Mirror Lake dragon turtle, needing good teeth and stomach to digest it.
As for those Transia people’s provocation, it’s no big deal in my view.
Indeed, they erected the skull tower to insult us, but without even sending out Whip-tail Clan elites, just gathering thousands of scouts wandering at the front line is enough to crush them.”
The old chieftain nodded.
However, he did not answer imdiately, instead fell into silence, which made the governor montarily think his chieftain had fallen asleep… well, it’s a usual problem for old people, and such awkward situations were not unheard before.
The chieftain was too old.
Even when following the King of Bone Biting back then, he was just like Boboke, a reckless, barbaric youngster, lucky to stay by the king’s side to learn so things, but now he was over a hundred years old.
That’s an age long overdue for the grave.
“An attack might be possible, but it’s not necessary.”
After several dozen seconds of contemplation, the old chieftain stood up with the help of two wolf people hunting masters, staggeringly approached his most valued governor, and whispered to Hurley:
“I’ll give you a tip, this ti Whip-tail Clan won’t go to Transylvania. We’re following King Bite Bone to the Brass Fortress, so there’s no need to waste our people at Blackfla Mountain Pass, but we must show face, for ‘unity’ after all.
You go in person!
Take ten centurion squads under you as the core, absolutely do not bring more, then gather the scouts nearby, destroy those Transia people’s positions, and clear the path to Blackfla Mountain Pass.
However, rember, achieving that is enough!
You are the representative of Whip-tail Clan in the Transia direction; you need to coordinate with Claw Chief Mother leading the main assault there to occupy Blackfla Mountain Pass and advance towards Transia.
But if things turn sour, rember to keep yourself safe.
If there’s news from Brass Fortress, head there to join . If there’s no news, return to our territory where I’ve left an army.
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