My Players Are So Fierce

1321: 446.

Hey, now it’s finally the NPCs’ turn to flatter us – [Additional Release 13/25]_2

1321: 446.

Hey, now it’s finally the NPCs’ turn to flatter us – [Additional Release 13/25]_2

Ayu flapped its wings and flew towards the rear, while saying,

“Now, where in Transylvania is there a suitable place for newbies to level up?

Nope, none at all, even the elite corpse-eating ghosts in the city’s sewers are about to be wiped out.

The development team will have to create a new place for newbies to level up, if you ask me, why bother?

Why not scatter these mediocre skeleton forces and dump them in the swamp en masse, let them wander there, and allow newcomers to level up and uncover the map directly in the swamp, wouldn’t that be wonderful?

Anyway, the Black Disaster is coming soon, and if these skeletons can hold out for another minute or two, that would be good.”

“Awesome, I think you should join the development team, your idea is totally in the shape of the dev team,” Cheche commented, then said,

“Alright, I’ll head over now, let’s do it your way for the time being.”

“Mm.”

Ayu cut off the communication with a nod.

It quickly navigated through the fetid air of the swamp and the low-lying jungle, soon returning to the previously abandoned Wolf People’s stronghold, only to see several Pioneer Frontier Base Commanders, in full gear, polishing their boots in the camp.

Their once shiny boots had become spattered with mud upon entering the swamp, and even the fine military uniforms of the Goldenrod Soldiers were now covered in filth, reducing them from proud, splendid commanders to the level of unkempt vagrants.

The military reform of the Goldenrod Kingdom seemed to be less than radical, these commanders, in order to be visible to their soldiers on the battlefield, adorned their uniforms with eye-catching trinkets – what a self-destructive approach!

It’s only because this era doesn’t yet have dedicated snipers.

Otherwise, it would have been sheer joy for veterans.

As Ayu walked by, it overheard these junior officers in the camp loudly cursing the damned swamp, their behavior resembling that of spoiled rich kids, making the young gamer shake their head in disapproval.

It had already been said that this military observation group was composed of the progeny of Goldenrod Kingdom’s Military Nobles, who seemed to have come to Transylvania merely to gild their resumes, and now they’ve proven it!

Complaining over a bit of mud on their boots, how would they handle encountering the large and fierce Wolf People without being scared flat on their backs?

What else could be expected of them, really?

With such scorn kept in his heart, Ayu quickly stepped into the gray tent where Gebao was located, only to see Major Ron locked in an argument with Gebao about the war situation.

“It won’t work!

Just won’t work!

Whatever you say, it’s no use!”

Gebao, with his head tilted back, asserted decisively,

“This is our Transia People’s war, it’s not yet the turn of your Goldenrod Soldiers to go rampant on our land.

Your mission is to support us!

And the support we need right now is for you and your young lords to stay put in your camp and not create any trouble that would require our assistance!

If you have complaints about this, you can absolutely submit them to Governor Murphy or Governor Milian.

Complaining here to me won’t serve any purpose; I can’t grant you the permission to join the fight actively.

I don’t have that authority.”

Hearing this much, Ayu knew the reason Major Ron had come here.

It seemed these Goldenrod Soldiers weren’t too bad, daring to volunteer for battle, not a bunch of gutless guys.

But Gebao’s response was also correct.

Unless these players couldn’t hold the line anymore, NPCs shouldn’t participate in battles actively, as it would weaken the players’ control over the front lines and affect the distribution of spoils afterward.

Governor Murphy himself said that this major event was left as a stage for heroes from another world!

This time the war was entirely led by the players, so you NPCs better cool your heels elsewhere.

But Ayu, cunning and slick, twirled its eyeballs, thinking Gebao’s blunt refusal was too much of a loss of face for the others; such a refusal could have been presented from a different angle.

So, with a gentle smile, Ayu took a seat beside Gebao and Major Ron, and began,

“I understand you and your soldiers are eager for battle, Major.

But frankly, your camp near the swamp isn’t set up yet, and even if we allowed your soldiers to join the fierce fighting in the swamp,

Without a proper rear base, you’ll have trouble even retreating in case of distress.

Moreover, judging by the performance of the officers outside the tent, they don’t seem to have made even the most basic mental preparation for combat in the swamp.

What I mean is, a boot splattered with mud can still kick an enemy’s head, no need to insist on cleaning it up, right?

Besides, won’t you have to walk through this same muddy path when you head back?”

“It’s not that we’re foolish; it’s the Exploration Corps’ orders.”

Major Ron said despondently,

“The Marshal always demands that we maintain composure under all circumstances, of course, I won’t deny we didn’t expect our first battlefield in Transylvania to be this damned swamp…”

The young major, born into a military family, glanced at his mud-covered boots and despaired,

“Fraser is probably going crazy, he’s a clean freak.

But these are issues that can be overcome with willpower.

What I want to express to both of you is, despite our camp still being under construction, we don’t intend to miss this fight against the Black Disaster’s vanguard!

We’ve already received a briefing on the enemy’s scale from General Maxim, and if you’ll excuse my bluntness, even if your unit consisted entirely of vampires and warlocks, you would still be at a disadvantage against them.”