My Players Are So Fierce

1271: 429.

Dwarf Marshal: Why are things always so bad in Transylvania?!_3

1271: 429.

Dwarf Marshal: Why are things always so bad in Transylvania?!_3

I knew of a very good place to go.

For instance, the newly-built Torrent Castle…

It’s not only the headquarters of the Torrent Knights who bravely stepped into tonight’s disaster to pull us back from the brink, but it’s also less than a hundred kilometers from their homeland.

They could easily regroup there and lick their wounds.

Every day, as they look upon their lost homeland and amass strength, they’ll grow more powerful amidst the wails of this suffering land.

One day, the people forced from these lands will return to their homelands on their own strength, not that of others, and they will feel proud.

A new epic will thus be written.

See, what a moving story, isn’t it?”

After “Lady Shui” expressed her thoughts, everyone in this gloomy graveyard fell speechless.

Cheche opened his mouth to say something but in the end could only give a big thumbs up to his “Aunt Shui” and waved it fiercely, murmuring under his breath:

“The adult world is really so terrifying; compared to Aunt Shui, even the Wolf People seem like good samaritans.”

“Hmm?”

“Lady Shui” made a nasal sound and glanced at the unrestrained Cheche with an “ice queen’s watchful gaze.” The latter quickly straightened up and didn’t dare to talk nonsense anymore, while Tepar and Uncle Fredyng exchanged glances with each other.

They both saw the hesitation in each other’s eyes.

Despite the efforts of the Torrent Knights Group to gather citizens ever since they obtained the rights to the development and management of the player stronghold, their numbers were limited.

After a long struggle and deducting the manpower given up to the administrative offices, they had just managed to keep a little over three thousand people in their territory.

If they followed the suggestion of “Lady Shui,” they might break the ten thousand population mark in just a few days at Torrent Castle.

And if they used a bit of “little trick,” they might even double that number.

Plus, as “Lady Shui” said, bringing so many people back to Transylvania could certainly boost their construction points…

If they needed to find another reason to convince themselves, then these people who had survived the undead threat were undoubtedly the Holy Light’s best “potential converts” on this Continent.

They were tempted.

No matter from which angle, they could find no reason to object, not even the most upright Knight could hold firm against such a choice.

“That’s not right!”

Miss Biqi was the only one who objected to this approach.

She couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was wrong with this method, but it just felt off to her.

Frowning, she countered:

“We should be trying to stop this disaster, not exploiting it to recruit the local people, who could have lived and thrived…”

“Oh, then think of a solution, Lady Biqi.”

“Lady Shui” was not annoyed; she gave a radiant smile and gestured invitingly, stepping aside to reveal the undead spell formula that was still operating behind her.

Even those unfamiliar with the mysteries of Spiritual Energy could sense the great trouble emanating from the abominable force in front of them.

“Liwen, can you purify it?”

Miss Biqi quietly asked her dear friend, and Knight of Liwen hesitated before answering:

“I could possibly do it by invoking the power of my god, but I think you should consider ‘Lady Shui’s’ suggestion.

Even if we stop it now, the formed Skeleton Army and Ghouls are still a huge problem.

Whether you’re willing to take this measure or not, I guess Marshal Loren will surely issue an evacuation order later.

The continuous infiltration of Netherworld energy has indeed made this vicinity unsuitable for ordinary people to live.

In fact, the casualties from the ten-year war had already made this place prone to undead threats, but no one had paid attention to it before.

The Wolf People’s attack tonight triggered it.”

“Then let’s start the evacuation immediately!”

Good Pigeon flapped its wings excitedly, saying,

“We can airdrop pamphlets over Banks City and tell those who will be affected by this incident about everything that’s happening on their land with the greatest speed.

They have the right to know everything that’s happening on their land.”

“The Rushing River Knights Group will clear a safe route for the local residents to evacuate to Torrent Castle!”

Tepar said solemnly,

“We will start to maintain this ‘path of life’ from now on, ah, I feel the tragedy of Stan Sum is repeating itself in East Prussia.

Luckily, our situation is not as bad as it was back then.

We must learn from the failed lessons of Lord Uther!

We must take action immediately!

Here, time is life.”

“Do it as soon as possible.”

“Lady Shui” took on a low-profile attitude that suggested she was keeping her achievements and fame hidden.

She reminded,

“We must organize the evacuation of at least the first group of innocents before the vanguard of the Exploration Corps arrives; otherwise, it will be difficult to get Marshall Loren’s approval.

But if we turn it into a fait accompli, I guess the Dwarf Marshal has nothing to say other than a few curses.”

This priestess of the god of Avalon stood in the midst of the desolate cemetery, surveying the burning battlefield of terror surrounding her, and spoke softly,

“Those who fancy themselves as protectors of Goldenrod failed to fulfill their oath to their people and homeland, so they can’t blame righteous and brave souls who take up that power and duty in their stead.”

—

“What did you say?

The Transia Barbarians are sending our residents to their territories?

This is looting amidst the fire!”

Several hours later, Marshall Loren of Pioneer Fortress received a report from the leading cavalry commander.

Although his elite cavalry hastened their travel, by the time they reached the border town it had been six hours since the incident occurred.

According to the cavalry commander’s report, the Rushing River Knights Group, which had come to their aid, had organized two groups totaling 600 people to leave the disaster site in this very short time.

And thanks to the “efforts” of those winged vampires, people in a dozen nearby towns knew about the outbreak of the undead disaster, and even Banks City was already in a state of panic.

“I knew these Transia People had ulterior motives!”

In Marshal Loren’s office, he was so angry he almost wanted to grab his battle-axe and rush to Crimson Castle to carve Murphy.

But he soon calmed down.

He had to admit that there was nothing wrong with the Transia People’s handling of the situation; relocating the residents was the best option if the undead problem couldn’t be quickly eliminated.

But those scoundrels must have allowed the process to accelerate.

They knew very well what they could gain from it.

The Goldenrod Kingdom had only taken over the East Prussia Region for a little over two years.

For the past four hundred years, this area had always been part of the Posya Confederation.

Although the locals couldn’t be said to like the Transia People, many would favor their “former countrymen” over the Goldenrod Kingdom.

Marshall Loren could easily imagine that once large-scale migration began, there would definitely be many volunteering to seek refuge in Transia.

“In this situation, I can’t forcibly prevent them from crossing the border in secret, but how can I let you so easily snatch away His Majesty’s citizens?”

Half-Dwarf Marshal narrowed his eyes.

Amidst the rising swirls of thick smoke, he called his guards and ordered,

“Immediately inform all the mayors of East Prussia, especially the city hall of Banks City, that the Black Disaster Meeting will erupt in three months.

Make it clear to those fat-brained fellows that the first wave of the Black Disaster will break out in Transia.

At the same time, order the newly formed regiments to move near Malo Town.

I demand that they eliminate all the remaining undead on that land before the Black Disaster erupts!

Ah, Transia!

Everything to do with that accursed place is always so terrible.

I really should have…

ah, too late for regrets now.”