Chapter 751: Split Claw Clan’s War Response

Chapter 749 748.Split Claw Clan’s War Response

The defeat at the Black Flame Pass was blocked by the Blood Scar Clan, and only the upper echelons of the current Split Claw Clan knew that their hundred thousand or so vanguard army had died with the defenders of the Black Flame Pass.

However, certain unusual situations can actually be guessed without knowing the truth, such as the series of astral boundary tearing events that occurred in the Split Claw Clan’s territory in the past half a month, which was a very obvious act of retaliation, targeting only the Split Claw Clan and at such a high frequency that the Jackal leaders of the other clans were no fools.

They had already realized that something was wrong.

But for the Split Claw Clan, all of this is nothing, just the destruction of more than 100,000 troops is enough to break the bones of this big clan, leaving them with only one option left, that is, to respond to the call of Grand Inspector Huegson, and put all of the remaining warriors into the attack on Transylvania.

Only by taking Transylvania and causing horrific carnage there could the clan’s already precarious reputation be salvaged.

And for a more practical reason, only by plundering Transylvania richly enough and opening the way to the core of the continent for the following armies would they be able to regain their strength after this catastrophe.

Jackal race tradition is not benevolent, they are Darwin ecological loyal supporters and the body to implement, if this time is not a war, light split claw clan now weak posture will absolutely trigger the group attacked the bad results, even those originally attached to the split claw small and medium-sized clans will be in this time to bite the master, as a way to eat a mouth full of oil.

This kind of incident has happened many times before.

In the era of the Bone Biting King, there were no such messy clans as the Split Claw, Whiptail, Broken Tooth, and Blood Scar, and all of them rose to prominence in the chaos that followed the failure of the Fourth Black Plague.

The Splintered Claw Clan had been driven to the brink of extinction by the failure of the Black Flame Pass, and they had no choice.

At this moment, how to stabilize this shaky situation is the biggest challenge to Potana’s successor, but fortunately, Xu Gesen already has the Blood Scar Clan as a “loyal ally”, so that it still has enough appeal and deterrent power to pull the Splintered Claw Clan’s final army.

In the gathering place provided by the Blood Scar Clan, in a valley located one hundred kilometers towards Transylvania in the Mossy Valley, the newly promoted Hunting God Xu Gesen was sitting on the hunting throne provided by the Blood Scar Clan, listening to the reports of the several Grand Supervisors in front of him.

This throne was an item used by the King of Bone Biting back then, not very luxurious, even the favorite skull decoration of the jackals was scarce, it looked very “simple” and not barbaric.

However, each and every skull inlaid in this throne polished with the skull of the King of Thunder Lizards had a history, and the small number of skulls could not hide its high quality.

They were the most valuable foes that Lord Frederick himself had hunted in the war, the Lord of the Hills, the Ranger General, the Moon Ritualist, the Sangha Cleric, the Halfling Grand Technician, and the Vampire Viceroy, as well as several other notable heroes of mankind.

Proof of such greatness naturally no one dared to underestimate the intimidating power of this throne, over the past hundred years even the wildest jackal chieftain did not dare to covet it, Germaine Bitebones did ask for it from Clan Bloodscars five or three times, but Chieftain Amort simply ignored it and thought of Lord Bitebones as practicing his oral gymnastic stunts.

In the opinion of the Blood Scar Clan, Gelman Bite Bone is just a poor imitator, handing over the throne to him will only tarnish the glorious testimony.

And Xu Gerson, who was sitting on it with a big horse, also showed a different temperament from the past.

It changed into a set of blood scar clan built god chosen battle armor, blood color paint make this thing looks very demonic and has enough oppressive force, full-coverage armor wrapped around every part of Xu Gerson’s torso, even the tail was installed with bone tail vertebrae armor.

But the golden-red mane spread out from the neck of that armor, making it look like a lion in human form.

Its left hand was leaning on the scarlet-twisted Tainted Tooth, and under its right hand was the dead claws of a Seat Wolf that had grown several times larger in size; its gaze was cold and majestic, and the handful of white hair at its forehead had become as red as a painted eye after the Divine Chosen Ceremony was over.

Like a third open blood-colored eye pupil.

In front of it, the Split Claw Grand Inspectors who were summoned over did not dare to be reckless.

Perhaps a few of the Jackal Supervisors from the Splintered Claw Clan’s vassals had other thoughts in their minds, but when they saw with their own eyes the new chief who had been fully supported by the Blood Scar Clan, and even had a group of three hundred hunting voters as his close guards, they immediately gave up what they had in their minds, and respectfully addressed Hsugesen as “master”.

Portana’s time was over.

Her last wish came true, and her most perfect creation ascended to the chiefly throne, the only irony being that the advancement had little to do with her failed endeavor.

“Our territory is heavily damaged, Master Huegson.”

An old jackal priest shuddered:
“Not only were the cantonments destroyed and contaminated by the evil golems using the power of the Astral Plane, but also the vital magical medicine fields, our harvest for this year is gone, and our people are going hungry.

To make matters worse, those mushroom farms under the Plain of Ashes by Lord Mother Potana have also been destroyed.

Just two days ago, our guards spotted an invasion of elves and goatmen, and they bravely met it, but the sinful dwarves that came out of the underground caught us by surprise, and those bastards that live on the edge of the Gray Desert destroyed the mushroom farms with bombs, and forced back the ratmen that live further underground.

The weapons we had prepared for the war have lost their most important material.”

“But you still have molded plague barrels on hand, right?”

Huegson spoke in a muffled voice, not a bright one, but one that made the old jackal shiver as it said:

“There are, but”

“We won’t be able to use those! It’s obvious that you can’t crush the Transylvanians with a plague, especially those War Injuns of theirs. Bringing those things also requires specialized plague warlocks to preserve them, and next we need to make a quick break through the barren mountain region, which is difficult to navigate, so it’s better to send those things over to the Brass Fortress.”

The Manson Priest beside Xu Gerson whispered:
“The Blood Scar Clan’s withdrawal has infuriated Chief Gelman, this batch of plague is just the thing to quell his anger, and since it’s a siege over there, the plague barrels obviously have a much better place to play. What do you think? Your Excellency, God’s Chosen.”

“Hmm, very solid thinking, let’s do it.”

With a wave of his hand, Xu Gerson agreed to Manson’s suggestion.

This gesture of “readily accepting good advice” also made Priest Manson very satisfied, which showed that Xu Gesen was still under Blood Scar’s control.

“Our people have lost their food source due to the Transylvanian attack, and they are about to starve, isn’t this the most primal motivation for every Black Plague?”

Huegson stroked his seatwolf as it said:

“Send out a draft to all of Clan Splitpaw and the sixteen vassal clans! We don’t have enough soldiers anymore, but it doesn’t matter, every jackal is a born warrior, get the females ready for battle as well.

Take the pups that are taller than their wheels and let them grow fast in war.

I and the only remaining Split Claw warriors will be the vanguard, and my compatriots of the Blood Scar Clan will assist us in breaking into the battlefield of Transiana’s destiny.

Split Claw is not to live on its knees!

In the aftermath of the sack, we will either take our new territory as victors or be sacrificed as offerings on the battlefield.

This is the fate of the Jackals, and there is no compromise to be made!”

This order stunned the Split Claw governors in front of them, but they quickly realized that the new chief was not joking.

He had really decided to follow the example of the real Black Plague and carry out a “family wave”, which was a really unexpected development, but when they thought about it, there was nothing wrong with Master Hogson’s considerations.

Instead of waiting for the people to start killing each other due to hunger, it was better to fight back while they still could.

What’s more, even if there were objections in his heart, who would dare to raise them at this time?

Just look at the cold gaze of Master Xu Gesen towards these “old men of the past dynasty” and you will know that whoever dares to give the new chief an eyeful of medicine at this time will be waiting to be caught out as a typical case.

The jackals are really not good at thinking, but there are no fools who can sit on the position of the Grand Supervisor.

They quickly accepted the order and turned to leave here to convey, with the mobilization speed of the jackals, at most one month the entire split claw clan will enter a state of full-scale war, at that time the entire dark mountain range split claw clan members regardless of the old and young, regardless of gender, regardless of the identity of the members are going to move forward to Transylvania.

That’s right!

This is the mobilizing power that the Black Plague should have!

After the departure of these governors, Hügesen fell silent, it was obviously pondering something, and the Manson Priest beside it did not disturb it, like a loyal servant of the hunt who served faithfully. After a few minutes, Hüggesen spoke:

“With all of Clan Split Claw’s territories in the Dark Mountain Range as collateral, Priest Manson, I wish to borrow a batch of food and martial equipment for marching from Clan Blood Scar. I will leave some people to guard the territories, and you can send people to receive them now.”

“Hmm?”

Manson also didn’t expect Xu Gerson to be so decisive, this guy was really planning to bet everything on a last ditch effort?

It blinked and said:

“But the clan territory on the Plain of Ashes was something that Potana fought tooth and nail to snatch from the goatmen when she was young, and it was because of this merit that she was able to become the Grand Chief of the Split Claw Clan, and for you to just give it away like this, isn’t it a bit…”

“If I fail, the Split Claw Clan’s demise is only a matter of time, what’s the use of keeping that best and most fertile land? It is nothing more than fat meat in the eyes of other clans.”

With a wave of his hand, Xu Gerson exclaimed:

“I wasn’t deceiving my governors just now, this will be the Split Claw Clan’s letting go in the true sense of the word, Transylvania will either become our new territory or our graveyard, there is no third option!”

“Good!”

Manson appreciated with satisfaction:

“That’s the amount of apparatus that the Hunting God’s Chosen should have! Compared to your determination, Gelman is too poor in every aspect, and sure enough, there is a reason why the Hunt Lord favors you.

I will convey your request to Chief Amoth, the Moss Valley still has a batch of grain to offer you, but we are also in short supply of sufficiently armed and sufficiently ferocious Seat Wolves, so I’m afraid you’ll still have to make a deal with the Whiptail Clan.”

“I’m not in the mood to talk to a fox like Old Singh, that’s not my area of expertise.”

Huegson rose from his hunting throne as it addressed Manson:

“Let this task be entrusted to you, with Clan Bloodscar stepping in to distribute our territory, I don’t care if I lose money, I just want to see that my people don’t have to fight with claws and teeth when they step into battle at the very least.

Even the formula for the psychic plague that my adoptive mother holds so dear, and the mysteries of our voodoo spells of Clan Splintered Claw!
All of these can be talked about!

But I face a war, Lord Manson, one I do not wish to lose, and as I do not have so much time to spend on such deals, I will set out with my soldiers this afternoon.

I will take Fort Courage first, to serve as a moment to light the fire of the Jackals’ vengeance.”

“There’s no point in wasting time there, Huegson, take the soldiers and head for Desolation Mountain.”

Manson said with a wink:
“After the fall of the Black Flame Pass, Fort Courage is already an isolated city, and since the Blood Scar Clan is going to participate in the war, let’s leave that hard core to us. As priests and followers of the Lord of the Hunt, we too will offer a victory sacrifice to our gods.”

This was a shameless thing to say.

Compared to entering the barren mountain that had already been fortified by layers of difficult Transylvanians, laying siege to Fort Courage on a battlefield that had already been reduced to ruins was clearly a much less difficult task, at least on the surface it appeared to be so.

This Manson claimed that all 100,000 of the Blood Scar Clan’s elites would be deployed by Xu Gesen, but in reality, it still wanted to let the Splintered Claw Clan take on the dangerous tasks so that the Blood Scar Clan could pick up the bones that were better to gnaw on.

This was actually understandable.

Even after the descent of the Lord of the Hunt, the civilization of the Jackals still had to have an alpha who walked the mortal earth, and the class between clans still existed, and awakening the Lord of the Hunt would allow the Split Claw Clan to win supreme supremacy, but the Priests of the Blood Scars didn’t just want status, they also wanted to seize power!

In such a war, whoever can save more power in the final victory will naturally gain more power in the next era of the Jackals.

This little thought could not be hidden from Xugerson at all, but the Hunting God’s Chosen had no problem with it and acted just like a top-notch fighter who did as he was told.

A perfect puppet.

It knew very well that this was what the Blood Scar’s Hunt Priests wanted to see.

And this Manson Priest, who had single-handedly facilitated Xu Gerson’s becoming a Chosen God of the Hunt, was clearly the “Governor”, or controller, that the Blood Scar clan had sent to the side of the newly-promoted Chosen God.

Another leash was placed around Hogson’s neck, which the Bloodscars thought would control him.

Good.

Let them keep the feeling of being in control, just like the moment when Chief Potana ordered the plague to be used, “the advantage is mine”.

The Hunting God’s Choice agreed to the next five consecutive demands made by Lord Manson without a single whimper, like a young jackal who was overwhelmed by vengeance and anger, and only wanted to lead his army to fight against the Transylvanians to the death.

Just so casually gave Manson all the real control of this army.

“Then it is time for you to head to your army and prepare for battle, Chosen of God Coronet.”

Manson used a rather marvelous word to shape Shugson, who nodded and snapped his blood-red battle helmet over his head to hide that kingly visage with its fierce deathclaws and left the place of council, followed by six other Hunting Chosen who shouldered the throne used by the King of the Bitten Bones.

As they all left, Manson let out a long breath.

It summoned an apprentice and said to it:
“Convey my orders to Inspector Thuot to take its clan and head for Fort Courage at once, and I will give it seven days to capture that place as a cantonment for Clan Bloodscar in the direction of Transylvania.

And tell Chief Amot that our Chosen Lord is as wise and courageous as planned, and that his most prized qualities of knowing how to ask for and take the right advice from the wise, and having a heart full of vengeance, are enough to make him the best of the Tramplers of the Gods.

Let His Excellency the Chieftain send his men to take over the best of Clan Splitpaw’s territories, those places of high spiritual energy will become the many sacred places of the Lord of the Hunt in the next era.

I will accompany it through the Black Flame Pass to make sure that everything is in line with the Clan’s plans.

There’s no need to worry about the future of the Blood Scar Clan anymore, that future is already held tightly in our hands! Oh yes, don’t forget to send a core member of the clan to personally escort that batch of Psychic Plague forward to the Gorgon Pass.

The Great Lord Germaine Bitebone is an easily satisfied character, and it will forget about the previous minor conflict because of the availability of these weapons of war.

Of course, when it commands its army into the Genoa Peninsula, Clan Bloodscar will have to have our share of the hunt.”

The apprentice, after carefully recording a series of orders from the Hon. Manson, went forth to communicate them, while the pleased old Manson stood on this elevated spot and gazed down into the valley at the great army which was assembling and preparing to depart.

It was the “Revenge Army” composed of the 60,000 elite soldiers of the Split Claw Clan and the 40,000 savage soldiers of the Blood Scar Clan, and it was the vanguard used by Xu Gerson to break the road to Transylvania.

They may be exhausted, but that is the fate of the jackals.

Since the day they awoke and moved in the Dark Mountains, they have learned to trade their lives for what they desire.

At first it was food, then territory, and finally victory.

The era of the Bone Biting King gave the Jackals their first great purpose, taught them to conquer, and in the upcoming era, the Jackals seem to have returned to the source of the beginning of civilization, and once again, they will have to fight for survival.

“What a sight…”

Manson stroked the Corrosive Wound he wore on his paw, and in the throbbing of the clawed blade covered in filthy power, it touched the very peculiar pendant that hung from his neck, and said softly:
“O Lord of the Hunt, we offer all of this to you, and descend and bless us in the perishing fire that will consume all things in the twilight of the world that will finally come.”

(End of chapter)