Chapter 775: Prepare to explode some gold coins, Old Su for “Frost Tooth

Chapter 773: 772: Prepare to explode some gold coins, Old Su – for the “Claws of Frosty Teeth” brothers [530].

Xu Gerson clearly heard that voice, although it does not know much about the Star Realm demigods, but from Herzon’s speech like a self-exploding wolf still accurately guessed her identity.

There weren’t many heirs of the God of the North Wind, but the only one who was still so high-profile as a female was the Silver Wolf one.

The other party asked for the Tainted Tooth in her hand by name, Hurlgson’s first reaction was anger, after all, this sword had accompanied it since it was a child, and every detail of Hurlgson’s upbringing was witnessed by this sword.

It had already surpassed the mere definition of a weapon.

In addition, bathing in the Lord of the Hunt’s favor had completely transformed this sword from a holy relic of the God of the North Wind into a symbol of the Lord of the Hunt’s power, which, when paired with Xugerson’s Divine Chosen Power, could double its destructive power, and it was about to immediately refuse Hellsong’s offer of an exchange, but that thought was suppressed in the next instant, and the “prophecy” that the Sage Wolf Hogg had made like a joke during their initial meeting earlier came to mind. The “prophecy” that Hogg the Sage Wolf had made as a joke when they first met earlier came to his mind.

The cunning man recognized by the King of Bones told him to get rid of the weapon as soon as possible, if possible, as it would only bring disaster to Helgesson.

The Sage Wolf was not a jackal Xu Gesheng trusted, according to the reasoning of this guy’s prophecies and warnings do not have any reference value, he should be from the worst point of view to ponder whether Hogg’s words have something to do with it, but the matter became complicated when the King of the Bone Bit was involved.

Especially after he accepted the King of Bite Bone’s proposal to secretly join the cause of resistance against the evil gods, Hogg’s prophecy also seemed to become weighty.

“Those Nords.”

Hogson stood still in thought as it touched the head of the dead claw, thoughts echoing in its mind:

“They will flock to me like mad at the sight of this sword, especially those fanatical Winterwolf believers who see the loss of the Sacred Blade to the hands of a jackal as a sin, and if it were possible, those fellows would do whatever it takes to take this sword away from me as a way of pledging their sincere allegiance to their wolf god.

I do not fear them.

But if the Nords are allowed to continue to be so mad over a sword, it will undoubtedly have an extremely bad effect on the war afterward, and those who go to their deaths will be seen as warriors, and their deaths will not be feared but will boost the morale of the survivors.

As the commander-in-chief, I must avoid such a situation.

If this holy blade is no longer in my hands the Nords will lose a reason for war and their attention will be drawn to the new owner of this sword I will have one less problem as a result.”

The Grand Governor narrowed his eyes.

It knew that the war with the Transylvanians would not end in the Barren Hills, and whether they ended up occupying the valley or the Transylvanians retreated of their own accord, it meant that the showdown would take place much closer to the land beyond.

On the battlefield of Transylvania, the human kingdoms had already made a joint move, and he himself as commander-in-chief had to win a greater advantage for his side in this war.

Whether it be through weakening the other side, or strengthening your own, of course the perfect scenario would be to do both at the same time.

Kherson, waiting in the astral realm, was in no hurry.

She waited patiently for the other party’s response, the calmness of the posture seemed to have just been killed by Xu Gerson was not her spouse, to the silver wolf that rumors of the entire star world know that the careful character certainly will not be so shameful humiliation pleasantly forgotten, just because Xu Gerson hands have her now urgent need of things.

Once the plan against the wolf’s father was perfectly wrapped up, it would be the day this asshole jackal who had offended the pack would die.

“Switching is fine!”

Huegson finally spoke up.

It led its dead paw out of the area and into the hidden corner first, before opening its mouth to respond to the silver wolf listening to it:
“But this weapon has a special meaning to me, it was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes for the first time in my life, my sword and my Seatwolf are the most important things I have in this world, powerful mystical beings, and you are asking me to give up one of them!
We jackals are rather straight talking, but the truth is, I will not give you the Tainted Tooth without seeing enough in return.”

“What a shameless Jackal, what a mouth that turns right and wrong.”

Hellsong sneered nonchalantly:
“So in your world of jackals, whoever picks up something that goes to whoever? The weapon in your hand had an owner from the time it was born, it was a user appointed by the God of the North Wind himself, and even though Lord Baldwin died in an accident, his brave bloodline is still on earth.

You’re nothing but a bunch of shameless thieves, so don’t flatter yourselves with such noble reasons.

Jackal, if you want me to raise the money, just say so!

I took one of your weapons and I’ll give you back one that’s stronger and better suited to you.

I think you have already found out that even though the Lord of the Hunt has defiled the Wolf Blood Sacred Sword with divine power, this holy blade born from the hands of a deity is still resisting, and if it keeps being held by you, the Hunting God of Choice, then there will come a day when it will be worn down of all its will to resist, and yet that time will be counted in ten years at the very least.

You don’t have that much time to complete the final polishing of it!
So my advice to you is, don’t pick up the pieces, Jackal!
Now that you have stepped into the realm of divine power, you should know that the most suitable weapon for you in this realm will always be the blade you customize for yourself, and that snatching things from others all the time won’t help you understand the power of the Lord of the Hunt any better, and even less will it help you defeat the vampire ‘demon’ in your heart.

Hmph, you kid is also lucky that I happen to have a piece of cow horn fragment from ‘Bloodhorn’ Padre in my hand.

That giant beast that never stops running wild in the astral realm is now subservient to Mother Earth Goddess, but I know that it once served another deity, a deity that has already fallen, a more orthodox god of war than Vam, so as long as you get this fragment of the Blood Horn you’ll be able to forge a war artifact uniquely belonging to you.

Like the Skull Shredder held in the hand of your legendary King of Bone Biters, I have heard that that weapon, so vital to the Jackals, has fallen into the hands of a vampire, so when do you poor thing plan to retrieve the sacred weapon of a great man of your race?”

Huegson didn’t even pick up on that.

It had actually recognized the weapon in the vampire general’s hand as belonging to the King of Biting Bones when it first met Maxim, but unlike the other angry Jackals, the Big Dude was oblivious to it and didn’t mention anything at all about reclaiming the sacred artifact for the Jackals.

Lord Frederick had told it the truth, that the King of Biting Bones was more powerful than just because of an artifact warhammer.

Its power came from its own transcendence, that warhammer from the Creator was just an embellishment of the powerful, after losing its owner, that Skull Shatterer warhammer didn’t carry any magic, not just anyone who held it could become the next King of Biting Bones, instead, letting the vampire continue to hold the warhammer could set off even more insane anger in the Jackal’s heart.

This was extremely favorable to the advancement of the war.

The Grand Governor thought about it and said directly:
“The Bloodhorn Fragment is fine, and I appreciate your candor and generosity, but it’s not enough!”

“Don’t you give an inch, Jackal.”

Kherson chided:

“Just because you killed Baucus doesn’t make you a slaughterer of the Star Realm wolves, and you do realize the dire consequences once I order my wolves to assist the Transylvanian and Civilization camps in attacking you throughout the Black Plague, don’t you?

I’m sure you can understand this hidden danger as the Jackal’s Commanding General, and you can also know that both of us are not on equal footing in this deal, so I hope you realize the consequences of angering me.”

“No, no, no, great Silver Wolf, my Jackals and I simply want to finish this Black Plague that has begun, and we have no intention of challenging the mighty Starworld Wolves and powerful men like you.”

Huegson leaned both hands on his blood haunted tainted teeth as it responded with a very powerful mouth but actually in a tone befitting a Jackal’s rough and tumble demeanor:
“And that is exactly what I wanted to talk to you about next, about the purpose of your acquisition of this sword . A jackal like me would not even dare to think about what you are going to do with this holy blade, but that is none of my business.

I just have a feeling that if you want your plans or actions to go well, you need to find a way to weed out the North Wind God’s followers on earth from doing so.

From what I’ve seen of the fervor of the Nords for their faith, once they know that the God of the North Winds will be in danger, they will launch an expedition that will stop at nothing to nip all of your plans in the bud. After all, this Tainted Tooth will only allow you to harm the God of the North Wind, it does not guarantee that you will succeed in regicide with it.”

“Don’t be stupid, Jackal, when did I ever say I wanted to commit regicide?”

Kherson sneered:
“Don’t bother getting involved in smart people’s games if you know you’re not in your right mind!

I’ll only tell you that it won’t do your god any harm, it might even hasten His awakening, so if you’re devout enough to the Lord of the Hunt then this would be the time to give the Tainted Tooth with both hands, and to stop talking about the stupidity of seeking cooperation with me.

To be honest, I’m pessimistic about your prospects for this Black Plague.

Without the strength to topple the continent, you’re fighting a two-front war, which prevents you from exercising your crushing power in Transylvania, and also prevents you from quickly breaching the Brass Fortress, where something terrible is happening.

Tsk, even the King of Biting Bones didn’t dare to be so reckless back in the day, but you guys went ahead and did it.”

“Then please help us, we can help each other, His Excellency the great Silver Wolf.”

Xu Gesen finally put forward the idea he had gone over several times in his head, and it said:
“Let your mighty Starworld wolf pack and my jackals accomplish a collaboration destined for the history books at some point in the future.

I am a Divine Chosen and I know that to summon the will of a deity to the material world one needs to be in the middle of His territory, the only way you can call upon the God of the North Winds and in turn harm Him is within Nordtorf, and my army and I can help you accomplish this!

We can fight our way to Transylvania and travel from there to Nordtorf, you just need to prepare for the last step.

This is something that obviously can’t be done by the Astral Wolves.

You are in need of allies in the material world as it is, and I am happy to self-nominate, but of course, our cooperation is based on mutual benefit, and when you have accomplished what you want to do, please do not hesitate to assist us Jackals in that small ambition.

Ask your wolves to be our companions in our time of need for assistance.”

“Well I have to say, you jackals are quite good at the art of persuasion, I couldn’t even find a reason to refuse you for a moment.”

The silver wolf said in a low tone with that languid tone befitting a powerful man:

“But it’s impossible for you to try to bind the wolves to the Black Plague, until Su fulfills His doomed and miserable destiny, the Star Realm Wolves belong to the Order camp, and the power to freely choose our future has never been in our hands.

The Wolf Father who created us also bound us, and that is precisely my greatest conflict with Him.

I cannot lead the wolves into the forces of Chaos against their will, Jackals, and although you have not yet fallen as the enemy of all, as soon as your god awakens, your fall will only be a matter of time.

Even faster than you can imagine.

So, cooperation is fine!

But only in certain scenarios that won’t trigger further nasty consequences, and I have one request.

Murphy!

The vampire Murphy must die, and if the wolves have heavier duties to perform and cannot complete his execution themselves, then it is up to you, my collaborator.

Think of it as a way to earn the goodwill of the pack, show me what you can do, Huegson, and perhaps I can give you a second choice to the Lord of the Hunt in the future”

The silver wolf said in a compelling tone:
“The God of the North Wind is too arrogant and cold, and He is only willing to see the Nords who have completed their conquest of the Great Wilderness under His watchful eye as His dependents in the material world, but I think that ‘wolf followers’ could actually be expanded appropriately.

My father empowered the Nords to follow the gods when he witnessed them accomplishing impossible miracles, and I might as well follow suit.

Unleash your Black Plague army on a grander and more brutal battlefield under my watch, I am the Lord of the Wolves and Queen of the Wilderness, I have no interest in maintaining order, I only applaud and sing for those wild and resilient beings.

From this point of view, the survival mode of the Jackals actually complements the wolves perfectly, and I would love to witness the birth of a new wolfborn in this era.”

“Sounds very good, I will consider it.”

Xu Gerson replied in a stiff tone, which was basically the same as agreeing to the conditions put forth by the silver wolf, but the Grand Governor was still curious about something, so it opened its mouth to ask after a few minutes of silence:
“You are overthrowing your father and the patron of the wolves, it seems dangerous to do such a thing in a time of impending chaos, you see, Your Excellency, you are a chieftain, and so am I, so I feel that you should have some common ground with me on certain topics.

And I’m not going to ask nicely.

We Jackals give everything we have to aspire to have our own god, and only that can help us survive chaos and disaster, even if we’re just replacing an immediate threat with a delayed catastrophe, even if we’re just drinking hemlock to quench our thirst.

But what about you?
Why did you get rid of your daemon yourself? Is it simply because you and He do not share the same philosophy?”

“Because there can only be one symbol of the wolves! Huegson, just as there can only be one symbol of the Jackals.”

Hurlgesson explained in a low tone:
“The King of Biting Bones should have been the symbol of the Jackals, should have been your god, but fate wondrously arranged for the Lord of the Hunt to be born. I was born strong and seem to have more choices than you, but when you look into it, we are actually the same.

I wanted to be the symbol, so the old man on the throne had to be thrown off.

It has nothing to do with whether I honor Him or not!

Simply because that position is there.”

“You want to take Sue’s divinity?”

Huegson said in surprise:
“Is such a thing really doable?”

“Of course, divesting divinity isn’t difficult if you master the right methods, but these are still too far away for you, Grand Inspector Hügsun, as I advised before, don’t think about these issues that aren’t friendly to your brain.”

Hurgeson’s conversation tempered as she said:
“Take that sword, I will send for it soon, and remember your request for cooperation, Hüggesen, your endeavors must first reach that height before mutual cooperation can take effect. Until then, don’t mess with my wolves.”

“That will not do, we lack fresh meat and your wolves are incredibly fat.”

“Well, the losers are at your disposal, it’s not like the wolves need weaklings, and just as a gardener’s pruning makes a shrub bloom, lending your hands to scrub the wolves of their weaklings would be a great blessing. Well, stand down, I’m going to rest.

Good luck, servants of the evil gods.

And remember, when you are desperate, don’t forget to tell your ‘new friends’.”

(End of chapter)