594.Chapter 592 – 591TMD! How did the Jackal become now!

Chapter 592 591.TMD! How did Jackal Man become the way he is now!
“Slap.”

The loud slap represented the release of unbearable anger.

In the Jackal camp that was almost a mountain away from the “Blood Flag Heights”, the Whiptail Clan’s Grand Supervisor Hurley, who had rushed over, had already drawn the Jackal Sawtooth Battle Knife at his waist and roared to decapitate the fool in front of him who had been slapped on the ground.

None of the surrounding governors from the various minor clans came forward to stop them, and these jackals had contempt and pleasure in their eyes.

Only His Excellency Popok Black Eyes, who was knocked to the ground, had despair in his heart.

It’s all over, now I’m going to die to serve the Lord of the Hunt!
But in the end, the high-ranking governor’s sword still did not cut down, not only because it knew that things had come to this point now, cut down this stupid can not be undone, but also because the governor before coming to go to the black-eyed clan first, for the whip-tailed clan to get 2000 elite warriors.

The black-eyed clan had just given the elite, and you chopped the young chief on your side, which is more or less inappropriate, isn’t it?

Even the jackals, but also to talk about human feelings.

Hurley angrily leaning on the sword, angrily staring at the eyes of this arbitrary behavior, in a few days to send more than a thousand warriors life of the bastard.

This incompetent Popok should be thankful that it has a chief father.

“Is this how you fight your battles?”

The enraged Big Dude kicked Popok over again as it snarled:

“What kind of stupid jackal you should be! Are you a dog-headed man disguised as an idiot? It’s just that one position! You sent over a thousand soldiers in six days and you still haven’t taken it? Are you still one of the great Jackals or not?
Dog!
Have you been paid by vampires? Are you a Transylvanian undercover agent on our side?”

“Injustice! I’m innocent!”

The blood-covered Bobok screamed miserably:
“I was really serious about carrying out the orders of the Bite Bone King and Whiptail King ah, the two kings said that we Jackals should charge fearlessly and tear down everything in our way, and I also absolutely believe that invincible Jackal warriors won’t be deterred by small failures.

Dude!

Please believe me, the constant onslaught of brave warriors that I ordered to keep storming that blood-flagged heights has already cost Transylvania’s finest troops!

Ask them if you don’t believe me!
The other side has already lost one regiment, and the second regiment they sent was killed by the warriors I sent to them to the point where only a hundred men remain!
Just one more charge is needed!
Yes, sir!

Only one last charge is needed!
We can take the high ground that has brought endless humiliation to the Jackals, and we can pull down that damn flag!

Give me one more chance, Governor, and let me lead one more charge!”

“Chance? There is no chance!”

The anger in the Whiptail Dude’s heart rose again at this damned sophistry, and it suddenly felt that it was a risky thing to keep this fool in front of him in his forces just because of Chief Black-Eye’s 2,000 elites.

This guy really vividly illustrated what was called “one incompetent general, exhausts three armies”.

However, as a Grand Governor, he was not overwhelmed by anger, and after yelling at his guards to drive the wailing Popok Black Eyes out, the Whiptail Governor turned back to look at the several low-ranking governors beside him.

It chortled as it gasped at the shocking casualties:

“Popok is a dumbass with nothing but loyalty in his head, but are you guys too! You’re the commanders of various minor clans, and you’re just willingly handing over your warriors to it so that it can keep on giving away your heads?
Damn it!

Has it bought you off too? Where are your clan’s subordinate dog-heads? Why don’t you send the dog-heads up to deliver them!”

The several lower ranked inspectors looked at me, I looked at you, and finally an old warrior from a medium sized clan directly attached to the Whiptail Clan stepped forward to explain:

“Inspector Hurley, that high ground is not far from the Black Flame Mountain Pass, it’s right within the range that the Dwarf’s Earth Priests can influence, the dog-heads’ digging tactics are simply useless, and we’re concentrating all the dog-heads from all the clans in the other direction, digging tunnels leading to the vicinity of the mountain pass yet.

That was a direct order from the Split Claw Clan, the Split Claw Lord Mother is the governor of the Transylvanian direction, we dare not disobey her orders, the Split Claw Clan wants our dog-heads to prepare a large hole in the ground as a sneak attack for their soldiers.

And, for that strange high ground alone, while it’s true that the rotten battle was a stupid thing done by that fool Popok, what the young man said wasn’t really wrong, and the other side didn’t die any less than we did.

I assure you, in the name of the Lord of the Hunt, that the Transylvanians in that position are true human elites!
They’re meaner than the Blood League Clan’s hounds. No, those hounds are no match for these Transylvanian madmen, at least the Blood League Sovereigns will retreat voluntarily when they are at a disadvantage, but not the Transylvanians.

Even when they’re desperate, they drink strange potions to burn and use vicious spells to fight us off.

This terrifying will to fight has even frightened our people, and this is something that cannot be faked.

This is also the main reason why a few of us haven’t sent out our elites to accompany Popok’s nonsense, and have only sent out frail soldiers to participate in the battle, waiting with all our hearts for you to arrive and preside over the situation.”

This jackal veteran who was blind in one eye sighed and said helplessly:
“Even if we don’t want to admit it, the defense force of that highland cannot be taken down by us Jackals alone. We are all hunters and brute soldiers, and the only few hunting priests are still recruited from the neighborhood by Popok in the name of the Black Eyes Clan.

Without the cooperation of the priests, we can’t take that damn high ground.”

“It’s not like it’s on the only way forward!”

Whiptail Governor Hurley heard this veteran who had fought in the Dark Mountain Range for most of his life say this, and the anger in its heart was only suppressed a little bit, but the Governor looked at the animal skin map in front of him and frowned as he asked rhetorically:
“That highland is just a road leading to the Black Flame Mountain Pass, if it’s hard to chew then why don’t we go around it? Why don’t you just attack the Black Flame Mountain Pass? Don’t tell me that you guys can’t even come up with such a solution!”

“We tried, Governor.”

The other Jackal hunting captain explained helplessly:

“But because the Blood Flag Heights stand there, Popok’s consecutive failures have demoralized the defenders of the Black Flame Pass, and they’ve mimicked that group of Transylvanian maniacs who have set up similar posts and heights on all the other roads, and they must be pulled down in order to be able to attack the Black Flame Pass.

The intensity of the fighting at the other outposts was not as exaggerated as at the Blood Banner Heights, but the Blood League Clan’s hounds fought just as dead on their feet, and our attempts at charging in different directions ended in failure several times.

Because the Dogheads were all conscripted by the Splintered Claw Clan, even if we were able to pull down those posts, we lacked the soldiers for occupation, and as soon as we retreated, those tenacious bastards would return to rebuild it again with the battle flag in ruins.

We couldn’t understand the value of the existence of the Blood Flag Heights before, but now we know that it’s a trick the vampires of the Black Flame Pass use to manipulate people.

As long as Blood Flag Heights remains, we will not be able to break Black Flame Pass’s morale with scare tactics.

Although Popok’s behavior was stupid and reckless, it did grasp the point of the problem under the missteps, and if we can’t destroy the Blood Flag Heights, we won’t be able to touch the Black Flame Pass.”

Speaking of this, several other governors hesitated and exchanged glances with each other before a junior governor with the most seniority whispered a suggestion to Hurley:

“Inspector Hurley, we are all servants of the Whiptail Clan, we are all our own people, and there are some things we can say straight in front of you. Another reason why everyone has been staying here is that the current defense situation of Black Flame Pass is too exaggerated.

Those Blood Alliance crazies have turned it into another smaller Fortress of Brass.
Let me put it this way, even without the Blood Banner Heights, all of us throwing in all these people right now wouldn’t be able to open the first tier of the Black Flame Pass’s positions, and the number of positions over there is at least nine or more.

If you must attack, then we are not afraid to die and are willing to follow you, but truth be told, you’d better not take this hard work upon yourself.

This Black Plague is the main attack on Transylvania by those bastards from the Split Claw Clan, so why should we let the warriors of the Whiptail Clan sacrifice for their victory for nothing?”

This old governor’s words silenced Hurley.

It knew that there was definitely a reason why the frontline had become such a lousy battle, where did this Popok, a young man who was new to the country and had no prestige, get the authority to mobilize the warriors of the various clans to send them to their deaths?

Now it seems that the young Popok is really a “scapegoat” pushed to the front by the cunning old jackals.

But Hurley can not scold these compatriots in the battlefield to play the heart, because people say is right, use their own people’s lives to fight for the interests of other clans, in the eyes of the jackals can not be considered brave and great behavior.

The most important thing was that the old chief had also quietly hinted at this before he came himself.

Since it is a hard bone, then let the Split Claw Clan go to gnaw on it, he brought the elite of the Whiptail Clan on the side to sing praises to the “great” Split Claw Mother-in-Chief, just fine.

As soon as he thought of this, Governor Hurley made up his mind. “Well, I can understand your concern for the Whiptail Clan, but even with all these troubles and difficulties, your performance is too disappointing to me! All of you are outstanding warriors of clans large and small, yet you couldn’t even take down a small highland!
It’s really worthy of the name of bravery!”

Hurley held the brutally majestic serrated battle sword at his waist as it wagged its tail and chided loudly:
“Because of your failure, your power as governors has been temporarily stripped away! All of you go back and purge the elites of your respective clans, and if this foolish failure occurs again, I will sacrifice your heads to the flag!”

The other big and small governors instantly understood and confessed in unison.

That Inspector who was closest to the Whiptail Clan asked in a low voice:

“Inspector Hurley, so is this battle still on?”

“With morale as low as it is, what is there to fight for! As much as I desire victory, the lives of the clan shouldn’t be wasted on such a foolish occasion.”

Hurley righteously cursed:
“If this was all caused by the reckless and foolish Popok, then that bastard should be allowed to atone for his sins with his own death! Which is the only clan in the camp now that is still battle-ready and intact?”

“It’s the Tainted Claw clan, Dude! That cunning Tainted Claw chief has been passively avoiding battle for the past few days, always putting us off with all sorts of excuses.”

The nearby Dude immediately said:
“That’s a loyal vassal of the Splintered Claw Clan, they have a lot of voodoo priests, and some hunting priests from the Blood Scar Clan are helping out as well.”

“Well, like this?”

Hurley cursed with a fierce gleam in his eyes:
“So it’s all because this group of voodoo-playing cowards didn’t dare to go into battle that our warriors were killed or injured! You! You go and convey my order to have the Tainted Claw Chiefs prepare to go to war immediately, or else they will be executed as deserters!

By the way, let stupid Popok be their guide!

Think of it as a punishment for a crime.”
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“It’s all your fault! It’s all your fault! Bastard, it’s all because you compelled me to say something about having to wash away my failure with war service, and now I’m screwed, and Inspector Hurley has stripped me of all my honors, and it’s all because of you, you damned crippled cunt!”

In Popok’s private tent, Popok, who had been severely whipped, grasped his sword, his eyes red as he yelled at the hooded fellow in front of him, who was sitting plonked in front of him, and still unhurriedly savoring the jerky of the Dark Mountain Range:

“I will kill you!”

“Kill all you want, poor Popok, but you know that without me analyzing the situation for you, by your stupid brain, you would have long ago been driven out to your death by a coalition of other cunning governors, not to mention still being able to ask for some motley army from them.”

Nash, who was staying in Bobok’s tent as a “captive” of the Black Eyes Clan, was not panicking at all.

Blood Claw Chief followed “Sage Wolf” his Excellency to fight all over Transylvania, but also in the battle of the swamp has seen the world, coupled with the already cunning and was taught by Hogg, at this time to deal with a reckless and vegetables young jackal is not a problem at all.

It let out a jackal owes a punch of laughter, and while shoving the hard to chew jerky into its mouth and chewing, it said:

“If it wasn’t for me bringing you those treasures and asking you to bribe the other governors to get them to put in a good word for you, do you think you would have come back alive today? All of us Transylvanian Jackals know that the best consequence for getting into this kind of trouble is also decapitation, but you’re still alive!

Popok, come on, put down your knife and stop scaring people, you’re not good at this kind of thing.

You’re reckless for sure, but you’re not stupid, and I can’t believe that after all these days you still haven’t tasted it.”

“Hmph, I can’t understand what you’re saying!”

Popok dropped his belt knife and sat off to the side with a sad frown and a wagging tail, grumbling to himself, while Nash stood up and quietly appeared beside Popok after a shadow walk, and Chief Bloodclaw whispered:

“You’re just playing dumb because you’re scared, and you know full well that all those clans you’ve sent to their deaths in the last few days are not vassals of the Whiptail Clan, and you know that those wily Whiptail governors are using you as a hand to root out dissent.

You know everything, but you just don’t dare to say it.

Hahaha, the continent said that we jackals are stupid and barbaric, but look at these guys playing tricks is not worse than other races, it seems that our civilization is indeed quietly progressing, the prophecy of Lord Wise Wolf is obviously correct.

Listen to me, Popok!
You don’t need to be afraid, Lord Hurley insults you as a fool on the surface, but he actually thinks you’re doing a good job.

The Whiptail Clan can shelter you, but only if you show more value. Hmm? There’s someone coming outside, I’m going to hide first, so you can deal with it on your own.”

After saying that, Nash disappeared into the shadows with a swish.

As a senior member who followed Hogg to join the Blood Rat Gang, this wonderful hand of Shadow Evasion came from Ms. Dorothy’s personal teaching.

Popok ran out of the tent by itself, and came back a few minutes later with a gray face, it looked at the animal skin order in its hand and said through clenched teeth:

“Damn! It sent me to my death! It wants me to be a guide for the Tainted Claw Clan and lead them to the Blood Banner Heights, and it says that if I dare to run this time, it’ll take my head, the dog!”

“Popok! Use your head!”

Nash chided from the side:

“Think about where the Tainted Claw Clan came from.”

“Clan Tarnished Claw . That’s Clan Splinterclaw’s vassal. Ah, I see!”

Popok clenched his claws at once, and Nash appeared at that moment, quacking and chuckling and wagging his tail like a dwarf standing beside a giant, and said to Popok out of the blue:

“You see, Inspector Hurley captured your ‘worth’ immediately, my dear Popok, don’t be afraid to do what you’ve been doing best for the past few days! Bring the Tainted Claw Clan before the Transylvanian Barbarians, and then your job is done.

Of course if you just do that, you’ll survive at best.

If you want Inspector Hurley to appreciate you, you’ll have to do something to show your loyalty to Clan Whiptail.”

Nash said as he removed a small bottle from his belt and slipped it into Popok’s hand:

“This is a venom extract taken from the Swamp Giant Serpent, apply it to your blade, and with just one precise backstab, you’ll get rid of a problem for the Whiptail Clan and Grand Inspector Hurley.

I’m sure you know who to aim your blade at.

Believe me, Popok, I’ve been helping you out the last few days, haven’t I?
We are already friends.”

But with a twinkle in Popok’s eye, it handed back the bottle of poison in its hand to a surprised Nash and said:
“Since we are friends, it should be normal for me to beg you to do this for me, right? Shouldn’t things like assassination be what assassins are best at?”

“Good! I knew you’re a big shot!”

Nash grinned, a grim smile appearing under his hood as it said:

“But think carefully, Popok, I am the most loyal and valiant chief under Lord Sagewolf, and if you ask for my help, that means you will serve Lord Sagewolf’s cause as well.”

“You do it first! On second thought, hell, I’ve never even met your so-called Sage Wolf, much less know what it’s up to.”

Popok chortled with some annoyance:
“I always used to get bored when I heard my old man talk about the contradiction between whiptail and cleaver claws, but I never thought I’d have to rely on that old man’s mere words one day to survive.

Blanch!
This is not how I imagined the life of a warrior!
Shouldn’t bravery be used to determine victory between jackals?

The beautiful traditions left behind by the King of Bone Biters have all been corrupted by these bugbears! If I ever become High Governor, I will rid the world of these power-mongers! Bring back the good old days of simplicity and bravery to the Jackals who have become cunning and filthy.”

“Well, Popok, have some faith in you, I’m sure you’ll be able to become the Grand Governor.”

Nash whispered compulsively:
“Lord Sage Wolf is a generous chief, and if you put your heart and soul into it, it’s just a mere Grand Inspector, but I’m more interested now in your old man who has insight into the hidden conflicts between the two great clans. If you survive this time, take Lord Sagewolf to meet him.

I believe that it might be the kind of ‘local wise man’ that His Excellency needs.”

(End of chapter)