My Players Are So Fierce

1255: 424.

It’s time to teach the bad neighbors a lesson with strong measures_2

1255: 424.

It’s time to teach the bad neighbors a lesson with strong measures_2

Everywhere are graveyards!

Unnumbered war dead are buried within…

“Sir, isn’t this precisely the ‘soldier source site’ you need the most?”

“I indeed need a sufficient amount of prime materials.”

Tear Flesh glanced at Hog, who was trying to please it, and said with a cold laugh:

“But I don’t need to make enemies right now and have no intention of expanding the war.

Stay in line!

Just defend against the enemy in your woods and entangle with those humans establishing defensive lines, fight for the last bit of time for our operations.”

“Awooo, yes, yes.”

Hog quickly lowered his head.

He seemed hesitant to meet Tear Flesh’s chilly eyes, yet in the moment the Blood Claw Chief bowed his head, a cunning gleam of ferocity flashed in its eyes.

Hmph, moving around my territory, it’s not up to you to decide whether or not to expand the war, Tear Flesh, Sir.

Sir Murphy is in great need right now of Transylvania’s neighbors realizing the threat of the Black Disaster is right beside them, so apologies, but hopefully the “accidental” deaths in battle of these Plague Warlocks and Necromancers can bring you some unnecessary pressure.

Ha, let the situation become chaotic!

The more chaotic the situation, the more important the role of the Bloodclaw Clan will seem in the eyes of both parties, and it and its clansmen can continue to hold advantageous positions.

They merely want to survive and thrive; what’s wrong with that?

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“Marshall Loren wants to push Transylvania to the forefront of the war; the most perfect situation he is hoping for is that the Goldenrod Kingdom Never lose until the last drop of blood in Transylvania is shed.

I must admit his plan is very perfect; however, I don’t intend to let him hide comfortably behind us and build an iron defense line.”

In the high sky under the cover of night, Murphy spread his wings and moved swiftly forward through the air, with Maxim flying alongside him listening to his master’s unique views on the war.

The Vampire Lord always spoke his mind in front of his loyal subordinates, and he said to Maxim:

“Hog is executing a secret operation.

If it performs well enough, then perhaps soon there will be a Skeleton Army of the Pestilence Clan’s Wolf People crossing Transylvania’s border to enter East Prussia…

Many people will die, Mark.

Many people will be forced to undergo the trial of war because of the operation I have planned, when they shouldn’t have to endure any of this.”

“If their deaths can make that arrogant Dwarf Marshal realize his foolishness and hubris and truly invest all preparations into the war, then these deaths will be meaningful.”

Maxim responded solemnly:

“Master Morphy, there is no need for you to bear a mental burden because of these actions.

If Transylvania can’t withstand the invasion of the Wolf People, the people of East Prussia will die just the same.

I don’t believe that Loren will extend his so-called ‘perfect defense line’ to the entire border of East Prussia, those who cannot be protected are destined to become casualties of war.

You’re just accelerating the process and making it result in a perfect outcome, militarily speaking, it would be a necessary victory.

It’s a pity that Klim Fortress fiercely guards the route from the Polluted Swamp into the Kafuhoka Plains, otherwise we could recreate such tactics on the Norsemen’s territory, to make the young Lupa realize that some things are more important than her scheming.

I recently had some new insights while studying history with Professor Malcolm.

I realized that behind the successful alliances of various forces in history, there was always terrible pressure from a third party.

The greater the external pressure, the more solid the internal alliance.

In the words of our warriors, giving the bad neighbors a taste of strength helps them understand the pressure we are currently facing.

That Dwarf Marshal will be slapped hard across the face, and no doubt this will make him more aware.”

Maxim’s reply was full of earnest consolation, prompting a silent chuckle from Morphy.

The Vampire Lord, enjoying the freedom of gliding through the night sky, looked up at the crescent moon hanging high and then down at the serenely beautiful land wrapped in silver, and said:

“No, Mark, I’m not saying this to seek your comfort—I have not grown that weak.

I just want to tell you that since I’ve decided to execute such a pressure strategy, we must rationalize this sacrifice and maximize its utility.

I plan to have my warriors play the ‘savior’ role in this conflict.

Especially those who are newcomers to Transylvania, who still cannot comprehend the brutal conflict of this land.

The construction speed of Torrent Castle is satisfying, but a city is not just houses—it needs people!

A group of survivors threatened by the ‘Undead Catastrophe’ are always more receptive and accepting of Holy Light’s doctrine.

When they chant the name of the Holy Light in unison, the vibration of this power symbolizing all good things in subspace will only grow more intense.

And if it continues to develop like this, one day…

Yes!

One day, we will craft a Divine Spirit with our own hands!

This is professional advice from Triss in the realm of faith; I can only say that in terms of cold-bloodedness among vampires, Triss far exceeds me.

She has set the casualty figures in the tens of thousands for this disaster, but for a Governor desperately in need of manpower, that seems overly wasteful.”

Murphy shook his head and looked towards East Prussia, saying: