Xu Gesen heard the voice clearly, and although he didn't know much about the astral demigods, he could still accurately guess her identity from Kherson's wolf-like speech.

There are not many descendants of the god of the north wind, but as a female, the silver wolf is still so high-profile.

The other party asked for the filthy tooth in his hand by name, and Xu Gesen's first reaction was anger, after all, this sword had been with it since it was a child, and every detail of Xu Gesen's upbringing had the testimony of this sword.

It has gone beyond the mere definition of a weapon.

Coupled with the blessing of the Lord of Bathing and Hunting, this sword has completely been reduced from a sacred relic of the God of the North Wind to a symbol of the power of the Lord of the Hunt, and with the power of Xugesen's Chosen Divine Choice, it can double its destructive power, and it is about to reject Kherson's exchange offer, but this idea was suppressed in the next moment, and the "prophecy" of the Virtuous Wolf Hogg came to mind like a joke when they first met before.

The cunning fellow, approved by the King of the Biting Bone, told it to get rid of the weapon as soon as possible, as it would only bring disaster to Hygeson.

The Virtuous Wolf is not a gnolll that Hangson trusts, and it stands to reason that this guy's prophecies and warnings have no reference value, and he should think about whether Hogg has something to say from the worst point of view, but when it comes to the King of Biting Bone, it becomes complicated.

Especially after accepting the proposal of the Bone Biting King and secretly joining the cause of rebellion against the evil gods, Hogg's prophecy seems to have become weighty.

"Those Nords"

Shügesen stood there and fell into thought, it touched Deathclaw's head, and the thoughts echoed in his mind:

"They flock to me like madness at the sight of this sword, especially the fanatical Winter Wolf believers, who regard it as a sin to have the Holy Blade at the hands of the gnolls, and if possible, those fellows will do whatever it takes to snatch it from my hands as a pledge of sincere allegiance to their wolf god.

I am not afraid of them.

But if the Nords are allowed to continue to go crazy with a sword, it will undoubtedly have a very bad impact on the rest of the war, and those who die will be regarded as warriors, and their death will not bring fear but morale to the survivors.

As a commander-in-chief, I have to avoid that from happening.

If the blade is no longer in my possession, the Nords will lose a casus belli, and their attention will be drawn to the sword's new owner, and I will be in one less trouble. ”

The Overseer's eyes narrowed.

It knew that the war with the Tranians would not end in the Barren Mountains, and whether they eventually took over the valley or the Tranians retreated, it meant that the decisive battle would take place closer and farther away.

On the battlefield of Translasia, the human kingdoms have already taken joint action, and as commanders, they must win a greater advantage for their side in this war.

Whether it's by weakening the opponent or strengthening oneself, of course, the best situation is to do both at the same time.

Kherson, who is waiting in the astral plane, is not in a hurry either.

She waited patiently for the other party's response, and it seemed that it was not her spouse who had just been killed by Xu Gesen, and with the careful personality that the entire astral world knew about the silver wolf, she would definitely not forget such a shameful and humiliating person, simply because Xu Gesen had what she desperately needed now.

Once the plan against the wolf father came to an end, it was the day the bastard jackal, who had offended the wolves, died.

"It's okay!"

Xu Gesen finally spoke.

It left the area with its deathclaws and entered a hidden corner before answering the silver wolf who was listening to it:

"But this weapon has a special meaning to me, it is what I saw when I opened my eyes for the first time in my life, my sword and my wolf are the most important things in this world, powerful mystical beings, and you are asking me to give up one of them!

We gnolls speak straighter, but the truth is, I won't hand over the Fouled Fang to you without seeing enough in return. ”

"What a shameless gnoll, what a mouth that reverses right and wrong."

Kherson unceremoniously ridiculed:

"So in your gnoll world, whoever picks up something belongs to whom? The weapon in your hand has had its owner since its birth, and it is the designated wielder of the God of the North Wind himself, and even if His Excellency Baldwin died in an accident, his bloodline of bravery is still alive on earth.

You're just a bunch of shameless thieves, so don't put gold on your face for such noble reasons.

Gnoll, if you want me to add money, just say it!

I took a weapon, and I'll give you back a weapon that is more powerful and more suitable for you.

I think you've discovered that even if the Lord of the Hunt defiled the Wolf Blood Sacred Sword with his divine power, this holy blade born from the hands of the gods is still resisting, and if it has been held by you, the Hunting God, then one day it will be worn out of all will to resist, but that time is at least ten years.

You don't have that much time to finish the final polishing of it!

So my advice to you is, don't pick up people's teeth, Gnoll!

Now that you have set foot in the realm of divine power, you should know that the most suitable weapon for you in this realm is always the exclusive blade that you tailor for yourself, and the constant snatching of things from others to use it will not make you understand the power of the Lord of the Hunt more deeply, and will not be able to help you defeat the vampire 'demon' in your heart.

Hmph, you're lucky boy, I happen to have a piece of horn fragment from 'Bloodhorn' Pad in my hand.

The beast that never stopped running wild in the astral plane is now subject to Mother Earth, but I know that it once served another god, a fallen god, a more orthodox god of war than Vam, so you can forge your own war artifact as long as you get this blood horn shard.

Like the Skullcrusher wielded by your legendary Bonebiter King, I've heard that the vital weapon of the Gnoll has fallen into the hands of a vampire, so when are you poor fellow going to retrieve the Divine Weapon of your great people? ”

Xu Gesen didn't take this stubble at all.

In fact, when it first met Maxim, it recognized the vampire general's weapon as belonging to the Biting King, but unlike the other angry gnolls, the Overseer ignored this and made no mention of retrieving the relics for the gnolls.

Lord Fredet had told it the truth, and the Lord of the Biting Bones was not only powerful because of an artifact, Warhammer.

Its power comes from its own otherworldliness, the war hammer from the creator is just an embellishment of the strong, after the loss of its master, the skull crusher war hammer does not carry any magic, not just anyone who holds it can become the next king of the biting bone, but let the vampire continue to hold this war hammer, can set off more crazy anger in the hearts of jackals.

This is extremely beneficial for the advance of the war.

The Grand Overseer thought for a moment and said directly:

"Blood Horn Fragments are good, I appreciate your candor and generosity, but it's not enough!"

"You don't want to get an inch, gnoll."

Kherson scolded:

"Just because you killed Baukes doesn't mean you're a slayer of the Astral Wolves, you should know the terrible consequences of once I order my wolves to assist the Transans and the civilization camp in launching an attack on you across the Black Scourge, right?

I'm sure you, the general of the Gnoll, can understand this, and you know that we're not on an equal footing in this deal, so I hope you'll be aware of the consequences of angering me. ”

"No, no, no, great silver wolf, my gnolls and I just want to finish this black plague that has begun, and we have no intention of challenging the mighty Astral Wolves and a strong man like you."

Whitson held his blood-groomed filthy fangs in his hands, and he replied in a very powerful but actually tone in a tone consistent with the gnoll's brutal gesture:

"And that's exactly what I want to talk to you about next, about the purpose of your acquisition of this sword. A gnolloll like me wouldn't even dare to think about what you're going to do with this blade, but that's none of my business.

I just feel like if you want your plans or actions to go well, you'll have to find a way to weed out the gods of the north wind from the world.

With the fervor of the Nords I've seen, once they know that the god of the north wind is in danger, they will launch an expedition at all costs to nip all your plans in the bud.

After all, this Filthy Fang only allows you to harm the God of the North Wind, and it doesn't guarantee that you will succeed in killing the God."

"Don't be stupid, Gnoll, when did I say I was going to kill gods?"

Kherson sarcastically said:

"If you know you're not in a good head, don't bother to play smart people's games!

I'll just tell you that this doesn't do your god any harm, and may even hasten His awakening, so if you're religious enough to the Lord of the Hunt, then you should put your Dirty Fangs on your hands and stop talking about anything stupid about seeking cooperation with me.

To be honest, I'm pessimistic about the prospects of your Black Plague.

The stupidity of fighting on two fronts without the strength to overthrow the continent makes it impossible for you to use crushing strength on the Transancian side, and to quickly break through the brass fortress where terrible things are happening.

Tsk, even the King of Biting Bones didn't dare to be so reckless back then, but you did it. ”

"Then please help us, we can help each other, Great Silver Wolf."

Hurgeson finally came up with the idea that he had been going through his mind several times, and he said:

"Let your mighty Astral Wolves and my gnolls complete a collaboration that is destined to go down in history at some point in the future.

I am a Chosen One, and I know that to summon the will of the gods to the physical world, you need to be in His territory, and you can only invoke the God of the North Wind in the territory of Nordtov to harm Him, and my army and I can help you do this!

We can get to Transncia and from there to Nordtov, you just need to prepare the last step.

This obviously can't be done by the Wolves of the Astral Plane.

You need allies in the physical world, and I'm happy to recommend myself, but of course, our cooperation is based on mutual benefit, and when you accomplish what you want, please don't hesitate to help us gnolls accomplish that little ambition.

Ask your wolves to be our companions when we need help. ”

"Well, I have to say, you're quite good at the art of persuasion, and I can't even find a reason to refuse you for a while."

The silver wolf said in a low tone in a lazy tone that was in line with the identity of a strong man:

"But it's impossible for you to try to bind the wolves to the Black Scourge, and until Sue completes his doomed fate, the Wolves of the Astral Plane belong to the Order, and the power to freely choose the future is never in our hands.

The wolf father who created us also restrains us, and this is the biggest contradiction between me and Him.

I cannot lead the wolves against their will into the forces of chaos, gnolls, and while you have not yet fallen into the enemy of all things, it is only a matter of time before your gods awaken.

It's even so fast that you can't imagine it.

So, cooperation can!

But only in certain scenarios that will not lead to further adverse consequences, and I have one request.

Murphy!

The vampire Murphy must die, and if the wolves have a heavier duty to complete his execution with their own hands, then it's up to you, my collaborator.

Think of this as a way to win the favor of the wolves, and show me what you're capable of, Shügeson, and maybe I can give you a second choice in the future besides the Lord of the Hunt."

The silver wolf said in a demagogic tone:

"The God of the North Wind is too arrogant and ruthless, and he only wants to consider the Nords, who have completed the conquest of the Great Wilderness under his gaze, as his dependents in the physical world, but I think the 'Followers of the Wolves' could be appropriately expanded.

My father, who witnessed the Nords accomplish impossible miracles, gave them the power to follow the gods, and I may be able to follow suit.

Under my watchful eye, unleash your army of the Scourge into greater and more brutal battlefields, I am the Lord of the Wolves and the Queen of the Wilds, I have no interest in maintaining order, I will only cheer for the wild and resilient life.

From this point of view, the survival mode of the gnolls is actually a perfect complement to the wolf pack, and I would love to see the birth of a new wolf descendant in this era. ”

"Sounds very good, I'll consider it."

Hygson replied in a stiff tone, which was basically equivalent to agreeing to the Silver Wolf's terms, but the Overseer was still curious about something, so it was silent for a few minutes before asking:

"It seems dangerous that you are overthrowing your father and the patron protector of the wolves, and it seems dangerous to do such a thing at a time when a chaotic era is about to come, you see, Your Excellency, you are a leader, and so am I, so I feel that you should have something in common with me on some topics.

I'm not going to ask politely.

We gnolls give everything to have our own gods, and only then can we survive the chaos and disaster, even if we are only replacing the immediate threat with a postponed disaster, even if we are just drinking to quench our thirst.

But what about you?

Why did you get rid of your Patronus with your own hands? Is it just because you don't agree with Him? ”

"Because there is only one symbol of the wolf pack! Whitson, like the symbol of the jackal, can only have one. ”

Kherson explained in a low tone:

"The King of Biting Bones was supposed to be the symbol of the Jackals, the gods of you, but the wonderful arrangement of fate led to the birth of the Lord of the Hunt. I seem to have more options than you do, but on closer inspection, we're just the same.

If I want to be that symbol, then the old man who occupies the throne must be ousted.

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

Simply because that location is there. ”

"You want to take Sue's divinity?"

Xu Gesen was surprised and said:

"Is this really possible?"

"Of course, with the right approach, it won't be difficult to strip the theocracy, but it's still too far away for you, Grand Overseer Hurgson, as I advised you before, don't think about these unfriendly issues to your brain."

Kherson's talk was in full swing, and she said:

"Take that sword, I will send someone to fetch it soon, remember your request for cooperation, Xu Gesen, your cause must first reach that level before the cooperation between the two sides can take effect. Until then, don't provoke my wolves. ”

"That's not going to work, we're short of fresh meat and your wolves are unusually fat."

"Well, the losers are at your disposal, and the wolves don't need the weak, just as the gardener's pruning can make the bushes bloom, and it is a great good thing to wash away the weak in the wolves with your hands. Alright, stand down, I'm going to rest.

Good luck, servant of the evil gods.

Remember, when you're at your bottom, don't forget to talk to your 'new friend'. ”

(End of chapter)