"Fuck the Great Horned Rat God, fuck the Night Demon Envoy, fuck this descent and revelation—are the pig-dogs of the Ironhide Family all idiots, believing such stupid nonsense?"
At the same time, within the Bloodhoof Family's temple, Kassava Bloodhoof—the strongest among the family's younger generation, master of the Blood Skull Arena, and newly appointed supreme commander of the Blood Skull Battlegroup—glowered darkly at seven mangled corpses.
They had all been elite warriors of the Bloodhoof Family.
Yesterday, they had still looked fierce and imposing, brimming with savage might. Today, they had become lumps of rotten flesh, missing arms and legs.
One corpse had even had the horns on its head cut off.
To a Minotaur, that was an unbearable humiliation even worse than death.
However, this had not been done by the "Envoy of the Great Horned Rat God," the so-called "Night Demon" that had recently caused such an uproar in Black Horn City.
It was the "masterpiece" of the Boar People's leader, the Ironhide Family.
"Has the Ironhide Family truly gone mad? Do they want an all-out war with the Bloodhoof Family?"
Kassava kept rubbing the bridge of his nose, feeling that the matter was rather thorny.
He had once accomplished the feat of defeating every "Sava" in the entire city and forcing them to change their names, thereby earning himself the name "Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Sava."
But when faced with the Boar People, whose brains were smaller than their fists and whose tempers were more explosive than powder kegs, even he had a headache.
"Damn Night Demon Envoy. A perfectly good Brave Man's Game was turned into this mess by that bastard. The ancestral spirits of the entire Bloodhoof Clan, of over a hundred families and settlements, have all been insulted!"
Grinding his teeth, Kassava