My Players Are So Fierce

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United Front and Intrigues – Additional Update for “Blue Eyes” Brothers [11/25]_3

1316: 444.

United Front and Intrigues – Additional Update for “Blue Eyes” Brothers [11/25]_3

“Just right, since Great Casanova Niu Niu can’t log on these days, why don’t we have him challenge the sports school to bring in some fresh blood?”

“Yeah yeah yeah, that’s a great idea!”

Murphy and Khaki Tontita couldn’t help but grin at Cheche’s brilliant idea, but after Coo Coo Chicken and Electronic Snail discussed it, they had another suggestion:

“Not only offline but online too, we need to rally our friends.

Since it’s a guild war, it’s not just the big guilds that will join, small guilds are sure to participate as well.

We can’t monopolize the whole front, so we need to form an alliance with those small guilds and loners who have good relations with us in advance.

No need to mention the Stonemason Association where the scholars are; they are our brothers.

I think we can also bring in ‘The Eight Elites of the Demons’!

Isn’t Brother Dog Egg their colleague?

You should go and talk to them.

Their evil path makes it impossible for them to cooperate well with Brother Meow’s Witch Hunters or Stick Brother’s army, but we’re vampires.

Born midnight creatures, we mesh naturally with warlocks.”

“Mm-hm, those eight clowns are actually pretty interesting, I think they definitely won’t refuse.

Besides them, the Shadow Trace Sect is also a possible ally; we have several members there, right?”

Honest Dog Egg chuckled mirthfully, pulling his hood down and raising the Reaper’s Scythe in his hand, as the four Elite Skeletons around him stood guard as he got up.

Hey, that’s the evil style we want.

“Right, the Shadow Trace Sect needs to be persuaded too.

I heard that Brother Cat and Uncle Yang have a special mission in the swamp; they probably won’t refuse to cooperate with us.”

The plan was set, now it was just a matter of execution.

Ayu and his good brother Coo Coo Chicken headed into the swamp first to scout out the situation on the front lines.

He was bursting with fiery enthusiasm.

As a young person, not being a bit arrogant would be a disgrace to these wonderful times; this time, they were determined to make their mark, to show those in society the true strength of the “future flowers of the motherland.”

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Meanwhile, as the students were taking action, the other guilds weren’t sitting idle either.

They had not focused on Hog’s Smugglers’ Forest as a key battle point, which had put them at a disadvantage from the start of this massive event, but it seemed this lag was still within an acceptable range.

After all, the development team hadn’t officially announced the specifics of this huge event yet—there might still be some surprises waiting for us.

A temporary setback means nothing.

In this 100% realistic virtual world, moving fast isn’t an advantage, reaching the finish line steadily and successfully is what counts as success.

Not only the students realized the necessity of guild cooperation, Stick Brother also wanted to unite with his “traditional allies” from the start, but this time the situation had taken a subtle twist.

“What do you mean?

What do you mean by ‘comparing this time’?

You have other partners out there?”

In the military camp next to the trenches in the Dark Baron Territory, where Stick Brother, still weak from being drained by Mary, widened his eyes at Brother Meow who was sitting opposite him, sipping tea and dragging out his words:

“Just what it sounds like, our Big Bird Team won’t cooperate with you this time; we plan to go at it alone.

Gebao just shared some interesting info on the forums.

If there are three lines of battle to be divided later, this time I plan to ‘monopolize’ one of them.

Your guild is already the number one in Transylvania; you don’t need our few people to handle a line of battle by yourself.

I’m not going to crowd you.”

“Damn!”

Stick Brother wasn’t angry.

He had known Brother Meow for more than a day or two and knew the guy was ambitious, but staring at Brother Meow, he said:

“How many people do you even have?

Wanting to take a whole line to yourselves seems a bit too ambitious, doesn’t it?

Have you allied with other guilds?”

“Yep, ‘Lady Shui’ representing the Silver Moon Group has reached an agreement with me; our two groups will jointly take down a line.”

Brother Meow didn’t hide anything and continued:

“The map of Polluted Swamp is too big.

On my way here, I consulted Mother Marianne; she told me that although the Polluted Swamp isn’t preferred by natural forces, swamp power is also a branch of Natural Psychic Power, and the warriors of the Avalon Church can get some natural enhancements there.

Moreover, some products from that swamp greatly benefit our natural path.

‘Lady Shui’ guessed that once we control Plague Town, it will likely become a permanent unit similar to a stronghold.

Governor Morphy still has a stronghold he hasn’t distributed, and both ‘Lady Shui’ and I agree that Plague Town is likely the third stronghold; we can’t pass up such great benefits.

This isn’t the time to talk about old friendships anymore, Ah Stick.”

“But even if you’ve allied, the numbers are still insufficient!”

Stick Brother frowned, worrying:

“Unless you recruit NPCs, but that would mean you have to share some of the spoils unless…

wait!

Are the Torrent Knights also standing with you?”

“Ha, clever indeed.”

Brother Meow grinned broadly and said:

“With Tepar’s knights in abundance, and our Silver Moon Group at quality advantage, a partnership among the three of us maximizes benefits.

So Stick Brother, we are competitors now.

Let’s see who is more formidable!

Let’s see who can plant their flag on the high tower of Plague Town first!

I have a feeling that in this big event, NPCs won’t participate much…This stage is specially left for us warriors from the Exotic Lands to deliver a victory dance for Transylvania.”