817: Today, My Wam Fists Will **Ravage the Entrance to the Twilight Stronghold!**

The explosive truth that the old chieftain of the Whiptail Clan, Singer, was Old Senk's brother had added another variable to the currently murky state of gnoll civilization.

But it wasn't a bad influence. If anything, it was a change for the better.

The Whiptail Clan was currently following the Bonechewer Clan in its assault on Brass Fortress. If Old Senk could persuade Old Singer to withdraw, it might give the precarious western front a moment to catch its breath. But neither Murphy nor Hogg had much faith in that outcome.

When it came to the future of the clan, even a High Chieftain's personal grievances were unlikely to sway the final decision.

Still, Old Senk was willing to give it a try.

At the very least, he could offer Old Singer an alternative to blindly following the Lord of the Hunt to the bitter end. In fact, if Singer really was as shrewd as the stories claimed, he should understand how lucky it was to have another choice at a time when this evil god was about to awaken.

Perhaps this was also one of the reasons the Whiptail Clan had secretly been helping the Broken Fang Clan all along.

As a former guard of the King of the Bonechewers, Old Singer had truly seen the world. There was no need to expect a well-traveled gnoll like him to bow and swear allegiance to the Lord of the Hunt.

He surely had his own plans!

But all that was gnoll internal affairs. As a vampire, Murphy was qualified to get involved, but he couldn't even keep his own Transia in order. He simply didn't have the energy to play a role in the gnolls' changing fortunes.

Besides, Hogg was his representative. The partnership between the mutually supportive administrator Alpha