Chapter 1824: Chapter 609: You Know the Rules—If You Want Them, Earn Reputation First
Boboke came to the battlefield not because he was forced to.
In fact, it was the “suggestion” given to him by the Wise Wolf in a previous conversation. If Boboke didn’t want to suffer another disgraceful defeat and wanted to protect his already precarious clan, he had to do this!
But it seemed Boboke really had some “dirty stuff” on him.
He sneaked onto the battlefield intending to track the whereabouts of Hurley the Grand Marshal, only to witness the collapse of the wolf people under the command of the Military Governor. The sight of the meteor rolling in almost scared him to death.
Before he could adjust himself, Murphy, who was “casting skills” on the battlefield, charged right at him with the Necessary Evil.
He almost died!
Boboke watched Murphy, turned away with that damned demon sword that killed several wolf people around him in an instant. He weakly slumped to the ground, feeling a shameful urge to urinate as a warrior of the wolf people.
The night was a bit too thrilling for such a young wolf man as him.
It even made Boboke entertain an absurd thought of “just leaving.”
He might not be a qualified wolf man warrior, but having served as a Military Governor, he could tell that the current state of the battlefield was already quite unfavorable for Hurley the Grand Marshal.
The vanguard he sent had already been defeated by the frenzied Transia people under the night sky. That group of Transia maniacs, despite being outnumbered by more than twice, managed to achieve a terrifying damage ratio under the blessing of the God of the North Wind.
And the rear of the Grand Marshal’s army formation was assaulted by two Gold Stage vampires leading elite forces. Although they were few and couldn’t break the entire military structure, if the Grand Marshal couldn’t find a solution, the consolidated army falling apart again would just be a matter of time.
This is a trap, a setup!
The vampires’ goal tonight wasn’t just to hold their ground; they were audaciously trying to assassinate Hurley the Grand Marshal. Good heavens! Are these the legendary cowardly Transia people?
Damn, were my ancestors who participated in the Black Disaster playing a ghostly joke?
If such folks can be called cowardly, how formidable would the strong Nord and indomitable Ceylan people be?
Boboke already felt the urge to retreat, but the series of plans that the Wise Wolf laid out for him still echoed in his mind. It was a very risky plan, but also one with terrifyingly high returns, potentially catapulting him to great heights.
If he wasn’t interested, he wouldn’t have come tonight.
“Hurley’s war banner…”
Boboke punched his legs and got up, climbing up a dead tree to glance back and forth, finally locking onto the moving Whip-tail Clan’s war banner amid the chaotic night.
That’s where the Grand Marshal is located.
He didn’t try to turn around and break through the path blocked by the two Gold Stage, but instead moved forward with his guards into the combat area to join the already collapsed vanguard.
Looks like Hurley is preparing for the final breakthrough!
As long as he breaks through the Transia people’s blockade in front, he can complete the retreat offensively.
Truly worthy of the Grand Marshal!
Full of courage at any time, never ambiguous when it’s time to fight desperately.
At this moment, Boboke, hiding in the tree, couldn’t help but clench his claws, cheering for Hurley the Grand Marshal in his heart. As a young wolf man who worships the King of Bone Biting, he naturally believed that the wolf people should rule the world and didn’t think humans could defeat the elite wolf army head-on.
Although the Wise Wolf Lord depicted a beautiful blueprint for him, Boboke didn’t fully trust Hog yet, and he still wanted to see the Grand Marshal win and return tonight.
The Golden Ones are indeed powerful, even more lethal in one-on-one situations, but the Golden Ones are still human. They get tired and can’t keep fighting like a fearless killing machine.
Not to mention, in a battlefield of this scale, even the Golden Ones would be exhausted under the siege of over ten thousand elite troops.
After all, they are just gold.
Even though it is the highest power in the human realm, it is far from truly achieving greatness on their own, far from influencing a war single-handedly. The downfall of the Avalon Church and the decline of the vampire clans have already proven this point.
The war tonight has not reached the point of despair, as long as the Grand Marshal can break through the front line of the Transia people’s defense…
Yes, everything can still be salvaged!
“So, go for it, fierce Military Governor with the big axe!”
Riding on the tree, Boboke shrunk his head and nervously waved his fists in the dark, shouting:
“Show those Transia people some wolf man shock!”
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The retreating wolf people regrouped under that Whip-tail War Banner, which was obviously a kind of psychic weapon just like the Dirty Claw banner that Natalie destroyed with a single sword earlier.
It was probably a strategic weapon made by the wolf people using voodoo spells and the Divine Power of the Master of Hunting, existing before the era of the King of Bone Biting. However, the King of Bone Biting improved it, endowing the clan banner with a more terrifying morale lock and frenzied combat ability.
The Whip-tail Clan’s war banner is the highest grade type. It not only grants the surrounding wolf people a courage aura that ignores fear and enhances attack and movement speed through a hunting blessing, but also comes with a wide-range group Bloodlust Skill.