My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank

Chapter 2709 - 904: Night Without Winter · When the Howl Comes

"Hurry up! Faster!"

The strange roar echoed in the night with sudden changes in the Kavkhoka sky.

That hoarse and deep voice didn’t seem like a human’s shout — and indeed it wasn’t. In the wild expanse of this lush land, a swift figure continued to gallop in the cold wind brought about by the strange weather, resembling a ghost traversing the earth.

Its speed was incredibly fast.

Even exceeding the frequency that human eyes could capture. To those merchants riding through the wilderness, they could only see a black shadow flashing by, bringing a gust of wind that instilled fear in their hearts.

However, following that strange shadow came a bone-chilling ice wind crashing towards them.

It was something even larger and invisible, seemingly guided by the figure ahead, freezing the ground where it passed, covering the vegetation with frost. Those unfortunate souls caught in the ice wind couldn’t help sneezing and had to wrap themselves tighter to fight the cold piercing into their bodies.

Looking down from the sky, one could see a straight white ice line traversing the Kafuhoka Plains, making a beeline towards Klim Fortress.

And extending the other end of this ice line outward revealed a path almost across half of Nordtof, a strange line stretching all the way from the Great Wilderness near the Extreme North’s Permafrost Snowfield.

To leave such an icy path on the ground that doesn’t melt for days already proved that this invisible shadow crossing the plains was no ordinary being.

But the figure leading it ahead seemed rather unremarkable in comparison, just an ordinary upright walking "werewolf" with black fur.

Marcus was running with all his might, though by itself he obviously couldn’t run as fast as this. This special experience of moving with the gale left the werewolf leader very satisfied. If not for the current urgent situation, he would have found a place to howl and express his joy.

But the mission constrained him, leaving Marcus unable to pause for a moment, having to maintain his speed on four limbs in the night.

He occasionally looked back to see if the invisible shadow was following him.

The real "big shot" was that one. He had been ordered by Sir Morphy to invite him "out of the mountains" from the Great Wilderness, yet the elder brother leisurely played "hide and seek" with him for several days.

In fact, if he hadn’t revealed himself, Marcus, despite the werewolf’s keen senses, still couldn’t have found him in the expanse of the white Permafrost Snowfield.

"Sir Eris, stop loafing around, could you speed up?"

Marcus shouted helplessly:

"Don’t pretend you can’t run, you and I both know, for a legendary creature like you, you could easily cross the entire Continent in a day... You’ve come all this way, why still act reluctant?

It’s so unseemly."

"But running is tiring..."

A somewhat complaining lazy voice responded in the wind to Marcus’s urging, it grumbled:

"On such warm days, one should hide in their little den and sleep comfortably, shouldn’t they? I must have had a moment of madness to agree to your request and follow you to this godforsaken place. Alas, this place is so far from home, you know?

I can’t feel the suitable chilling wind nor the silence of the Endless Winter Plains, let alone this godforsaken place with so many people... My god! I saw more people in that city we just passed than rabbits I’ve seen in my entire life."

"I almost had a heart attack, you know, Marcus, you know I don’t like crowded places."

"Yes, yes, precisely because you don’t like crowded places you’ve been hiding in the Endless Winter Plains for over a thousand years, you’ve told me this story countless times."

The werewolf responded helplessly as he ran swiftly:

"But now the situation is very urgent, your sister tried to kill your father, the Silver Wolf Herson is plotting a terrifying god-slaying endeavor, your father has entrusted Sir Morphy to find you as his response, you know it’s all necessary. You’re also a reasonable Winter Wolf, aren’t you?"

"Tch, I was abandoned in the Endless Winter Plains just after being born."

The one named "Eris" complained bitterly:

"It’s been over a thousand years, I’ve never seen Old Su Head’s face, let alone those siblings running around in the Star Realm. I was a wolf cub lacking love from the start, you know?"

Back then, when I was still naive, the old lone wolf who adopted me died, I had nowhere to go, once tried hiding myself in a Snowfield Wolf’s nest to find a wolf mom, almost scared that poor mother wolf to death.

On that lonely night wandering the snowfield, I knew that I would never experience the warmth of a family in this lifetime.

Look at the messed-up affairs in my family.

Dad has been working for years, neglecting his children, he made elder sister resentful enough to want to murder him and vent her anger. This kind of story reminded me of those human tales I heard from old hunters telling young hunters in those Hunter cabins. Domestic trivialities — I’m not interested in any of it, you know?

I just want to be an unremarkable, peace-loving Winter Wolf.

Whatever chaos they cause among themselves, it has nothing to do with me, after all, I’ve never been a part of that bizarre family.