My Players Are So Fierce

490: 169.

Damn!

Has the team battle in this ghost game always been this exciting?

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490: 169.

Damn!

Has the team battle in this ghost game always been this exciting?

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“Holy crap!

So realistic!

So hardcore!

I nearly dislocated my shoulder with that last heavy swing.

Awesome!

This freaking game is seriously awesome!”

He roared in his heart while maintaining an expert’s cool demeanor, wiping the blood drops from his sword blade, and massaging his achy shoulder during his warhorse’s gallop, only to notice Sister Pomegranate was glaring at him from atop her gargoyle.

Before Brother Cat could inquire, Sister Pomegranate gave a cold snort and had her gargoyle speed up again, soaring into the sky.

What was her issue?

Brother Cat couldn’t wrap his head around it.

Since he entered the game, he had been practicing swordsmanship in the sewers, with minimal contact with other players.

When did he offend her?

This doesn’t make any sense, does it?

“Bull Bull!

Are you dead?

If not, give us a shout!”

A few minutes later, Happy Stick, who had reached the rendezvous, shouted into the group channel.

Scout hunters at once emerged from their cloaking illusion, standing before the nine people’s group.

Judging from their and their warhorses’ bloodstains, they too had just gone through an arduous battle.

“I’ve seen you guys!”

Ambo, who wore an eye patch, stared dumbfounded at the small group of players in front of her.

She exclaimed,

“In just a few days, you guys reached the Black Iron Rank?

Are all of Transylvania’s warriors this monstrous?”

“Relax, we are Sir Morphy’s warriors.

Isn’t it normal for warriors to be a bit fierce?”

Bull Bull calmed the surprised Ambo, then went up to join his brothers.

He said with a serious expression,

“Natalie, the Battle Group leader, is leading the main force from behind, but Circle Tower has formed an encirclement.

If we don’t break through this zone, we’ll never make it back to Transylvania.

They have a high-ranking psychic at the battlefield, and these psychic hunters are just cannon fodder to buy them time to cast powerful spells.

So, where is Sir Morphy?

We need the NPCs to deal with tough opponents, we’re not cut out for it yet.”

“Sir Morphy has already crossed the border, all our brothers and sisters are here to support you!

Maxim has mobilized all the veterans in the Cardman Self-saving Army, and Lady Cui Si has taken several from the bottom of the Blood Vulture Clan.”

Stick Brother replied,

“We have put everything into it just for these hunters.

They’re now pushing from the rear towards Circle Tower’s encirclement.

Some of the troops have been distracted.

But breaking through the enemy lines is up to the hunters.

My idea is, since Circle Tower has split its forces, White Oak Battle Group should also split the forces!

Divide into five teams and separate!

We ten people will act as guides, two by two, with our Calculating Pearl and Sir Morphy’s Core Bead providing relative positioning.

We can absolutely guide them to the rendezvous.

That way, in the worst-case scenario, we won’t be wiped out.”

Bull Bull felt this plan made sense and immediately relayed Happy Stick’s idea to Ambo, who then communicated with Natalie via psychic secret methods.

A few minutes later, the hunting captain turned around and said-

“The Battle Group leader agrees!

But she made a slight adjustment to your plan.

She’ll lead fifty capable warriors straight towards the psychic base to attract the enemy’s attention and shrink the encirclement.

The others led by you will take this chance to break through and retreat hastily!”

“She’s only taking fifty people?”

Bull Bull exclaimed,

“Isn’t this suicide!

Last time in Smuggler’s Forest, three high-ranking psychics held off 60 Midnight Hunters.

The spellcaster’s power cannot be overwhelmed by numbers!”

“No, it’s essential tactics.”

Happy Stick shook his head and said,

“As the leader, she voluntarily taking on risks can effectively reduce the risk for others and greatly benefit our retreat.

So, let’s do it?

Let’s join them quickly, we guide the way out!

Fellow brothers and sisters, we are about to face a test of our luck and power.

See you again in Transylvania!”

—

The rescue team close to the Andma hills, where Sir Morphy’s “Transylvanian Army,” was now in a fierce fight with two psychic hunter alliances, totaling around 200 people.

Both sides had similar numbers, but the trouble was that the enemy had one high-ranking psychic, four official psychics, and ten psychic apprentices.

Their casting power was clearly higher than Morphy’s side.

The high-ranking psychic on the other side was a hardcore guy.

As soon as the two sides engaged in battle, he began to summon meteors from other dimensions, intending to obliterate both his and the enemy’s forces.

This bunch of crazies didn’t care at all about the damage to the psychic hunters!

Their tactics were to turn anyone they could see into meatloaf with meteorites!

But the good news is that on Sir Morphy’s side, they had a “super spellcaster.”

As soon as that guy threw the first meteor into the battlefield, Cui Si caught the psychic tremor.

Blood Vulture Duke, with his dragon-wing-like wings spread wide, took flight.

His strategic psychic counter left the enemy speechless.

There was no need for the distinguished Duke to handle the rest himself.

Sir Morphy charged forward, accompanied by Maxim and Adel.

The “NPCs” didn’t interfere in the players’ fight.

The scene of over four hundred people brawling was indeed exciting.

Especially for those new players who had never experienced large-scale group warfare.

They were getting their first taste of what a “real battlefield” was like.

Tactics, cooperation, support, all out of the window!

Now, these provoked guys had only one idea: slash!

Follow the big group and slash!

Strike where the crowd is!

Up and down with the blade, just slash!

Take down all those who looked different from their own group and it would be a glorious victory!

“Rawr!”

The little Scorpion Lion, who had been fed for three days and could now glide, pounced silently in the darkness onto the back of the psychic hunter in front of him.

Its venomous tail stinger, which had just grown out, stung the opponent’s neck.

Although the tail prick of the larva wasn’t fatal, the venom from the Star Realm still made the psychic hunter curl up in pain.

Brother Fu, who had been holding the battle spear, sprung up from a “corpse” state, rushed up howling, and wildly stabbed the spear at the enemy in front of him, messing up all over the place like an idiot.

But his grimy tactic of “human-pet cooperation” worked perfectly.

He had already achieved an astonishing triple kill through ambushes.

“This is too thrilling!

This is the game real men should play!”

Little Brother Fu touched the blood on his face, called back Little Scorpion Lion who had just had its fill of blood, and the duo began to skulk around the chaotic battlefield, searching for their next unlucky target.

It’s decided!

Although it’s still a little early, let’s complete Little Scorpion Lion’s first hunt right here!

Now he was one step closer to becoming a formal summoner.

Awesome!