589. Chapter 587 586 The Chiefs of the Mossy Valley for “No Fish

Chapter 587 586. The Chiefs of the Mossy Valley – For “Little Lager Who Doesn’t Eat Fish” [2830].

The jackal clans of the Dark Mountain Range have always had their own territories, and they are territorial creatures that will only go to other clans to loot unless they can’t survive.

Precisely because of this territorial consciousness shaped the civilized ecology of the Jackals, making it difficult for them to truly unify, still stuck in the clan system, and the closest era to unification was the Fourth Black Plague more than a hundred years ago.

The legendary king of bone biting like a god from heaven in a very short period of time will be the entire jackal clan into a rope, and take the opportunity of the black plague with one big victory after another to give the jackals shaped more than a sense of territory of the most basic racial identity.

That was the first time this civilization transcended the hatred between clans and turf battles, and all the chieftains and governors charged towards the same goal under the command of the King of Biting Bones.

The united Jackals proved to be formidable, especially when their pack of hungry wolves was commanded by a lion.

Overthrowing half of the continent is not the limit of what they can do, if the king of the biting bone was a little more cautious, if it did not hastily divide the army and cause the arrogant and brutal governor to burn down the forest of the elves, then a hundred years later the current situation would have been very different.

However, there are only so many chances for every civilization to rise, and the Jackals have undoubtedly lost that beautiful and short-lived era.

When the King of the Bone Biters mysteriously disappeared from the Tainted Swamp, a civilization that had just learned to unite was once again divided in a very short period of time.

Though the subsequent generations of self-proclaimed “Bone Biter Successors” tried their best to imitate the Bone Biter’s tactics in an attempt to reunite the tribes, they didn’t have Frederick’s skill and power, and the longest reign among them lasted only a year and three months.

After that chaotic period had passed, the jackals had formed the present situation.

Currently dominates the dark mountain range of the five big clan bite bone, blood scar, whip tail, split claws and broken teeth control the entire jackal society of the majority of the power, the remaining small and medium-sized clan is dependent on the five big clan around, formed a set of similar to the “Clan Council” of the rough system.

This system is of course far inferior to the unity of all the people during the time of the King of the Bone Bit, but compared to the internal confrontation of the past, it is still an improvement, from this point of view, the departure of the King of the Bone Bit is not an outright disaster for the jackals.

They did learn something from their victories and defeats.

Though not much.

Under this system, the Bite Bone Clan prided themselves on being the orthodox, inheriting the direct lineage of the Bite Bone King, they possessed the most elite barbarian soldiers and were the strongest; the Blood Scar Clan were the dependents of the Lord of the Hunt, and they were the ‘priestly class’ in the civilization of the Jackals, controlling the vast majority of the hunting priesthood and matters of faith.

The Whiptail Clan are the best hunters, specializing in taming seat wolves and controlling one of the richest oasis clusters in the Dark Mountains.

These are the three main core clans, while the Splintered Claw Clan started out with voodoo and is good at using poison, the plague used by the King of Biting Bones when he toppled the continent back then was made by them, because of being the same “caster”, the Splintered Claw Clan and the Blood Scarred Clan are very close to each other, and they are the “political union”. It’s a “political union”.

Lastly, the Broken Tooth Clan is not loved by their grandmothers or uncles.

The members of this clan live in the most barren area of the Dark Mountain Range, and their character is tough, conservative and stubborn. They are not willing to step out of the Dark Mountain Range to go to other places, so they are not liked under the command of the King of Bones.

During the Fourth Black Plague, all the other clans went out to eat and drink, but they were left behind to guard their “ancestral land” in the Dark Mountains.

But because of that horrible failure, the Broken Tooth Clan was not only unaffected, but also greatly integrated many desperate clans in the chaos after the disappearance of the Bone King.

The reason why they are ranked among the top five clans is because of their ability to fight, their large numbers and the fact that they never make false pretenses with the other clans.

No one likes Clan Broken Tooth!

The Broken Tooth Clan has the smallest territory in the Mossy Valley, and even the other chiefs and governors don’t call them when they have a meeting.

This clan is the “fringe” of the Jackal society, and their presence is very low.

Just like the launching stage of this black plague, no one went to notify the Broken Tooth Clan, since they wanted to stay in their ancestral land, then let them continue to stay in this damn barren hell and continue to rot.

The main force of the Black Calamity had already departed, but this time the scale of the Jackals was much smaller than the fourth Black Calamity.

The total number of soldiers mobilized was around one million, which was because the Black Plague was not carried out “in accordance with the time of the heavens”, and although the tainted spiritual energy in the Dark Mountain Range had already changed, the tides had not yet formed.

Under such circumstances, the jackals can barely survive in their own territory, and since they can survive, no one is willing to fight for survival, which directly leads to the mobilization orders of the four clans not being able to penetrate to the grassroots, and the jackals that can be shaken over are all loyal to their clans.

It looked like the disadvantages were all over the place, but the chiefs and priests didn’t see it that way.

They left the mossy valley and hid in the big tent left behind by the King of Biting Bones daily and daily to discuss plans, yet no one could convince anyone.

However, today’s “chiefs’ meeting” had a small ripple, the chief of the Whiptail Clan was late, said to be because of a “small matter” on the front line that made it delayed.

At this time in the Whiptail Clan’s marching formation, already old but still holds the power of the Whiptail Chief is listening to his most trusted hunting supervisor Hurley’s report.

This matter is obviously very important, so it will make the chief delay the time to talk with other chiefs.

“Intelligence has been sent back from the Black Flame Pass, from a young inspector named Popok Black Eyes, and it was the fastest young man to reach that line of defense out of the twenty-two scouts we sent out, as well as the first to reap the rewards of failure.”

Hunting Inspector Hurley was tall and imposing, a ruthless man at first glance, carrying a battle spear made from the animal bone of a thunder lizard and wearing a full set of whip-tailed hunting battle armor, imposing with a hint of sternness and brutality.

It said to its old chief:

“The information brought back by that young man is not optimistic, the defense of the Black Flame Pass is thicker than we thought, and the vampires of the Blood Alliance Clan and their dogs are still reinforcing the place.

Popok says it paid for the twelve hundreds in hand to not even get close to that position before a group of Transylvanians wiped it out on an elevated plateau just outside the distance from the position.

It describes the battle in detail, saying that the Transylvanians were so savage and cunning that they provoked our scouts by piling up a tower with the heads of their people and planting their flag on the Tower of Skulls.

I suspect it was a delaying tactic to buy time for the final refurbishment of that line of defense.”

“The Transylvanians I remember their cowardly reaction when I massacred them back then, the high and mighty vampires would only hide in their castles while the natives, barbaric but less calculated, could only recklessly rush out to be easily killed by us.

What that little guy described didn’t sound like a Transylvanian.

I had a feeling it was talking more like the Nords, the pack of wilderness warriors with the winter wolf as their symbol.

Well, I suffered a great loss at their hands back in the day.”

The Whiptail Chief, sitting on a hunting throne made from the skulls of various races, let out a disdainful snort, the old jackal who had conquered the continent alongside the King of Biting Bones had apparently broken through his lifespan in some way.

It had gotten really old.

Even older than the torn flesh it had once been, its eyes clouded over like the walking dead, yet no one dared to underestimate this old man who would fall over if he walked.

Although in the eyes of the jackals, such an old man had no power to speak of, however, the governors of the Whiptail Clan knew that the rapid rise of the Whiptail Clan after the failure of the Fourth Black Scourge depended on the secret maneuvering of this old chieftain.

He is the soul and core of the Whiptail Clan, just as the King of Bone Biters is to all the jackals.

The old chief was silent for a moment and said:

“Is that Popok trustworthy?”

The Hunting Inspector immediately replied:
“That is a typical young man, Chief, savage, raging, worshipping the King of Biting Bones and unthinking, and it responded at the first opportunity after we sent out the call. It didn’t have the brains to make up such a lie, but its father was a cunning character.

The Black Eyes Clan isn’t a small clan anymore, but they only put out 500 elites to join us this time under the pretext that the clan was splitting up, which is far from the 2000 elites we asked for.

And besides Popok, the other scouts we sent sent back similar news.

Compared to the Black Flame Pass that was leveled by the King of Biting Bones more than a hundred years ago, that defense line today is like a combination of a ferocious hedgehog and a Mirror Lake Dragon Turtle, you need to have a good set of teeth and a good appetite to eat it.

As for the provocations of those Transylvanians, they don’t seem like a big deal to me.

They did erect cranial towers and humiliate us in that way, but it didn’t even require the elite of the Whiptail Clan to be deployed, the thousands of scouts wandering around the front line alone were concentrated enough to crush them.”

The old chief nodded. But instead of answering immediately, it fell silent, a silence that for a moment made the Governor think his chief was asleep . Well, that’s the trouble with people getting old, and it wasn’t as if this awkward situation hadn’t happened before.

The chief was too old.

Even though back in the day when he followed the King of Biting Bones, he was just a reckless and savage pup like Popok, and was lucky enough to be able to learn a few things from following the King of Biting Bones, he was now over a hundred years old.

That was an age that should have gone to its grave long ago.

“It could go to war, but there’s no need.”

After a few dozen seconds of thought, the old chief got up with the help of two jackal hunting masters, it trembled and walked to his most valued governor, whispering to Hurley:
“I’ll give you a piece of information, the Whiptail Clan is not going to Transylvania this time, we’re going to follow the Bite Bone Great King to the Brass Fortress, so there’s no point in wasting our men at the Black Flame Pass, however the gesture has to be made, for the sake of ‘unity’.

You will go there yourself!
Bring ten hundred men under your command as a core, never more, and then gather the scouts in that vicinity, destroy those Transylvanian positions, and open up the path to the Black Flame Mountain Pass.

But you must remember that doing this step is enough!
You are the representative of the Whiptail Clan in the direction of Transylvania, and you have to cooperate with the Split Claw Master Mother on the main attack side to complete the occupation of the Black Flame Mountain Pass and the breakthrough towards Transylvania.

But remember to save yourself if things don’t go your way.

If there is any news from the Brass Fortress, you will rush to join me, if there is no news, you will go back to our territory where I have left an army.

You will command them.”

“Hmm?”

The Hunting Inspector looked at his chief in surprise.

Although there were few jackals who were good thinkers, the jackals who could sit in the position of a high-powered inspector were more or less a bit brainy.

It immediately heard other flavors from the chief’s words, but the old chief didn’t explain too much and only spoke briefly:

“This Black Plague is different from the past, although the main body is still Jackals, it just seems so. Personally, I don’t intend to expend all of my elite clansmen on this kind of thing, after all, we have to prepare for when the psychic energy tidal wave actually arrives in a decade or so.

That’s when the moment of life and death will be decided, and to put it bluntly, that time in a decade or so will be the true ‘Fifth Black Plague’.

Just remember my words, and in all things, save yourself first.”

“Uh-huh.”

The Hunting Inspector no longer asked any more questions, maintaining a respectful stance to see its chief leave, and then it immediately carried out its orders, and almost at the same time that the Whiptail Chief arrived at the Biting Bone Great King’s tent, an imposing army of elite hunters also left this large camp, rushing towards the location of the Black Flame Mountain Pass.

The Transylvanians were in trouble.

In the face of the Whiptail Clan’s most capable warrior, that small highland might be destroyed in a few days, but in front of a major event like the Black Plague, the loss or gain of a small highland was really not worth mentioning.

When the old chief of Whiptail entered the tent with a trembling bone cane, the chiefs and governors of the other three clans were discussing specific strategies.

This is not to say that the jackals unleashed the Black Plague in a fit of brain, they are reckless but they are also organized, the only thing that cannot be determined at the moment is the direction of the main attack.

The old chief sat slowly in his seat.

It seemed to have dozed off, but this was just a cunning gimmick of the cunning old man, it was actually as clear as a mirror in its heart.

According to the “advanced experience” of the king of bone biting, if you want to get the results of the war, then go to Transylvania is absolutely right, that cowardly place has been ravaged by the black plague for four times, and every time it is the first place to be routed and opened up, and the maps of Transylvania in the hands of the chiefs are even more detailed than the maps of the Blood Vulture Clan.

But this time the Black Plague was different in the end.

It wasn’t a battle for life fought for food and the right to live, it was a war with a purpose!
“We must go to the Brass Fortress!”

The owner of this tent, the contemporary Grand Inspector of the Bite Bone Clan, Gelman Bite Bone, known as the King of Bite Bone, roared gruffly:

“The failure of the King of Biting Bone and the previous three Black Plagues have proven that going Transylvania may gain an advantage, but it will also be met with a direct head-on attack from the two most powerful human kingdoms, and there is no way that we can gain victory through the method of defeat.

But if we can capture the Brass Fortress, then the most prosperous peninsula on the continent will be open to us.

Plundering there will allow the Jackals to rise quickly, and the terrain of the Genoa Peninsula is also more suitable for defense, so we can move our people there, and in this way, the problem of starvation that has plagued the Jackals for nearly a thousand years will also be solved.”

“Don’t be stupid, Gelman!”

Potana, the Splintered Claw Master Mother clad in a voodoo hood, chided in a grim tone:

“Slamming you and all the troops we have on hand won’t be able to pry open the doors of the Brass Fortress, those dwarves have turned an entire mountain into a wall to stop us, if you can move that mountain.

We have been wrestling with this foolishness for the past few days, and I have had enough of your stubbornness! I have made up my mind and I will take my clan and my army towards the Black Flame Pass!
You guys.
Go wherever you like.”

“Potana! Calm yourself, we must unite.”

Old Chief Whiptail spoke up at the right time.

It was like an echo when dozing off and being woken up, full of the rottenness and clichés that old men are supposed to have.

The equally old but still very shrewd and cunning Lord Mother of Splintered Claws didn’t even bother to respond to this call to arms, but she spoke her true thoughts instead, causing an eerie silence to fall over the tent that had been so contentious for the past few days.

The rough-looking Gelman Bitebone and the Divine Chosen Priest of the Bloodscar Clan exchanged glances, and these two jackals exchanged unmoving glances before the priest of the Bloodscar Clan finally stood up and said:
“Well, since Clan Splintered Claw is going to bear the burden of attacking in the direction of Transylvania alone, then I won’t hide the fact that the reason we must go to the Brass Fortress is simple. You should have all heard some gossip lately about our god
The great Lord of the Hunt is about to be born.”

These words made all the chiefs and high-ranking governors round their eyes, even the old chief of Whiptail became energized, and all their eyes converged on the Blood Scar Priest.

It purposely paused before saying in an aggravated tone:

“That message was deliberately put out by us, and it is true! Our god already has an entity in the subspace and star realm, and now we only need to ignite the divine fire to ascend to the divine throne! The process is complicated, but you can simply understand that our soldiers will have to fight within the priesthood of the Lord of the Hunt.

Hunting, slaughter and war!
We must do these three things as a way to provide enough faith power for our god.

This is why it is imperative to definitely attack the Brass Fortress.

Only there will our soldiers be able to kill and create horrific wars, the Transylvanians are too weak, they look savage but are simply too weak to provide us with the power we need.

Chief Germain’s words were not wrong.

We couldn’t take the Brass Fortress before because the Dwarves had their own god to protect that mountain, but as soon as our god is born, it’s just the Brass Fortress.

The soldiers of the Blood Scar Clan will be at the disposal of the King of Biting Bones this time, and the priests and I will stay in the Mossy Valley to complete the ceremony of lighting the divine fire.

Do you have any more questions?”

There was a dead silence in the tent, everyone was overwhelmed by the news that a deity was about to be born, the jackals faced the same problem as the vampires, although the name of a deity was on their lips, they all knew that it was just a fake and only provided a psychological comfort.

Now, however, the fake was about to become real.

“We will definitely be able to capture the Brass Fortress this time!”

Gelman Bitebone stood up, and the jackal, who was very much like the King of Bitebone and even a bit stronger than the King of Bitebone, thumped the table with his big man as it roared:
“All the wealth and power that the dwarves and halflings have accumulated over countless years will be ours! What the King of Bitten Bones has failed to achieve will be realized by our own hands! Under our leadership, gentlemen, the Jackals, lost for a thousand years, will be great again!”

(End of chapter)