My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank-Chapter 2080 - 694: Lady Triss, Was This All Part of Your Plan?

"The power to independently form factions, and a territory governed by them."

Triss answered with a bit of helplessness:

"The Goat Men clearly want to maintain a certain level of independence under Transylvania’s system. Considering their dark nature, merely making such a demand is actually not excessive.

Moreover, Old Finley and Julia obviously have a sense of discretion. They are not asking for Crimson Castle or any other core ruling area.

Julia previously visited Wolf Castle. She thought the place was nice, secluded enough, mysterious enough, and most importantly, close enough to Baphomet Canyon to closely monitor the movements of the Baphomet Cult.

They seem to have reached an agreement with the Shadow Elves under Veylanther, hoping to gain the power to independently build a city on the other two spiritual energy nodes in the Polluted Swamp.

Of course, don’t expect the Goat Men to willingly pay for the construction of their new city.

These guys are shrewd."

"Give it to them!"

Murphy decisively responded:

"I can now grant Julia the title of ’Swamp Lord.’ This title was initially reserved for Hog, but the destiny of the Wise Wolf has taken a fast track.

He has no use for it.

Blood Claw Chief Nash’s foundation is still lacking, so it seems he will have to share the governance of the Polluted Swamp with the Goat Men. What the Goat Men desire to obtain in Transylvania, I can give them. Now, send those dark-natured mutts to the Fortress of Courage as quickly as possible!

Ensure that all preparations for releasing a major Star-world Tear are completed before I arrive there!"

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"Done!"

A few minutes later, in a region of the Dark Mountain Range near Plague Valley, Triss’ Goatman Butler, the elder of the Dark Root Organisation, the shrewd Goatman Finley put away the Rune Stone used for communication. He turned to the two gold-and-silver adorned Goatman Spellcasters beside him and said:

"The Governor of Transylvania generously agreed to our request. Our representative, young Julia, will be granted the title of ’Swamp Lord’ after the war at Blackflame Mountain Pass ends. From that time, one-third of the Polluted Swamp near the Kato area will be under our control.

My mistress Triss also promised that the skilled Stonemason Association would build a city on the spiritual energy node in the swamp for us.

Of course, my friends, I think you can all guess that the premise of obtaining all this is that we must contribute to the great cause of Transylvania.

Fortress of Courage...

That will be the purpose of our journey."

"It sounds as if the ’new home’ Julia found for us is indeed generous, at least much more generous in making promises than our former City Lord. We just don’t know if they will excel equally in fulfilling the agreement."

A female Goatman Spellcaster, holding a staff with bone claws, nodded satisfactorily, but then she blinked her peculiar cross-shaped eyes and asked:

"But where is ’Fortress of Courage’? I have never found this location on the map of the Dark Mountain Range?"

"More importantly, what are we supposed to do there?"

The second Goat Demosorcerer, clothed in a black robe, with a sullen face and many scars on his body, said in a hoarse voice:

"We need to assess the risks in advance, don’t we? Finley, reckless actions are not the tradition of the Goat Men."

"That is the sacred ground of Transylvania’s war. They brought terrible defeat to the brutal Werewolf People there. As for our mission there, hu hu hu, folks, let your imaginations run wild."

Old Goatman Finley leaned on his staff and gazed at his distinguished companions with a peculiar look. He softly said:

"The Governor of Transylvania is a ruler who does great things, and the marvels of the Foreign Warriors under his command are countless. Although Governor Murphy and I have not conversed much, I know well that he is a monarch of grand ambition and strategy.

The task he wants us to execute is certainly more than simple defense or offense...

A Star-world Tear!

My companions, what was once regarded as a dreadful calamity by the Psychics is now a weapon in the arsenal of the Transia People.

The fall of Blackflame Mountain Pass was a disaster.

I know some of you have doubts about me and Julia’s advocacy for this new home due to this failure.

But it’s alright; we will personally partake in Sir Morphy’s counterattack against the Werewolf People. We shall witness firsthand the most direct, most violent response of the Transia People to the threat of the Black Disaster!

Yes, comrades!

We will personally unleash the most terrifying Star-world Tear in the past decade. We will personally guide that destructive force to break through the planar boundary. We will watch as the power crafted by us effortlessly crushes the Werewolf People’s offensive, turning their hard-earned victory into a mutually destructive joke in an instant.

This is the first task assigned to us in Transilia!

Ha, in such a magical land, no story has a mundane beginning. I imagine, just from this task, you can infer how thrilling and joyous our new life in Transilia will be..."

"Indeed!"

The female spellcaster who spoke earlier showed an eager and highly anticipated smile on her face. She said:

"A ruler who can use a Star-world Tear as a weapon must have an acceptance of dangerous spiritual energy that is far beyond our imagination. This means that no matter what direction we wish to pursue in our research, we can obtain their support and understanding.