My Players Are So Fierce

1323: 447.

Swamp Brothers United – Additional Update for “Blue Eyes” Brothers [14/25]

1323: 447.

Swamp Brothers United – Additional Update for “Blue Eyes” Brothers [14/25]

Major Ron really knew the “art” of speech.

Although he always seemed to be jesting around Colonel Fraser, when push came to shove, he could spout some pretty devious rhetoric.

The reel about “courage and dignity” that he let loose basically nixed any attempts by the surrounding officers to shirk or show cowardice in battle—unless they were willing to literally take off their own faces and stomp them into the mud.

All of them were of military stock, raised from childhood under parental tutelage to value a man’s honor above life itself—who the hell wanted to be called a coward in this rotten swamp?

But this tactic was actually one of desperation.

Although both Colonel Fraser and Major Ron acknowledged that most of their team were good lads, they had to admit that among the military observation team there were indeed cowards who had come merely to gild their reputations.

Once they found an opportunity to slack, it would take only two or three scaredy-cats to affect the actions of the Pioneer Leaders and might even lead the entire legion to disgrace on the Black Disaster Battlefield.

The events that occurred in Malo Town had already ignited a fire of anger in Marshal Loren’s heart.

If anything went awry with the vanguard, Fraser and Ron would undoubtedly face severe punishment!

Thus, Major Ron’s seemingly excessive behavior was actually pre-discussed with Fraser.

Since Fraser was still handling some final matters in Malo Town, Ron, as the current head of the military observation group, had to maintain the structure and momentum.

As for the somewhat arrogant questioning by the student party…

That wasn’t really part of Ron’s consideration.

Although of noble birth, part of his nature had become fixed as military habits after rolling around in the barracks since his underage years.

For those with talent, Major Ron would also offer the necessary respect.

Soldiers tend to view the world in a very simple way; they’re either friends or foes, with rarely a third possibility.

The student party, a group of young vampires, managed to break through the swamp’s blockade in a short time and take over three outposts—the hidden strength behind this action earned them a measure of respect.

In any case, by evening time, 400 soldiers of the Goldenrod Kingdom’s vanguard took position under Major Ron’s command in the three captured outposts, where they would face the Skeleton Army that became especially violent under the cover of night.

Though the nearby undead had already been crushed by the student party, once these creeps reorganized, the soldiers would face an enemy force over a hundred times their number.

They were still unfamiliar with the terrain and lacked swamp combat experience.

Their enemy was the undead, fearless of death and void of terror, manipulated by hidden controllers.

Their only advantage lay in the fact that the nearby undead weren’t elite, just the type of nuisance that bullets and war hammers could take care of.

To tell the truth, such enemies were far from dangerous in the lively “hotbed” of Transylvania.

“Do you really want to entrust all three outposts to these Goldenrod Soldiers?”

In the dusk, holding a Magic Wand, Cheche floated in the night sky over the swamp, looking down at the foreign soldiers who were entering their outposts for guard duty.

With a doubtful expression, he looked at these well-equipped warriors and asked Gebao in a low voice, who was preparing a large-scale detection spell:

“I’m not doubting their combat capabilities.

I suppose the Dwarf Marshal wouldn’t select a bunch of chickens to run around in Transylvania and embarrass him.

But it’s completely unnecessary, isn’t it?

Hasn’t our guild already applied for support from the People’s Army?

Wouldn’t our own people be more convenient to work with?

Moreover, Maxim’s soldiers have rich experience in combat against the undead.

Look!

These East Prussian cowards are even carrying guns; they don’t realize that fire is much more useful than bullets when it comes to fighting the undead.”

“People are rushing over to court death, eager to witness the intensity of battle in Transylvania.

Visitors should be welcomed; it’s only polite to show some landlord hospitality.”

Good Pigeon said casually as he completed the Spiritual Energy model for the detection spell, resonating it with the surrounding Spiritual Energy to define and confirm the detection range:

“Besides, they are the support force for our western battle line, as arranged by the development team, not chosen by us.

It means that whether we like it or not, we must build up our reputation with the Goldenrod Pioneer Leader.

Why not sooner than later?”

With a flick of his fingers, Gebao cast the spell with the finesse of a proper Psychic, shaping the detection spell to fully form and allowing him to obtain a covert detection status of all areas within nearly fifteen hundred yards around the outposts below.

As long as he, the Spellcaster, did not leave the range, this detection effect would remain active.

Having succeeded with the spell, Good Pigeon breathed a sigh of relief, feeling quite pleased with his smooth casting.

He truly had a reason to be proud.

Because casting spells in this ghostly game was not as simple as a double-click of the mouse—Spellcasters must master the Spatial Energy model skillfully and learn the tricks of casting through repeated practice, sometimes involving complex formulas to control precise flow and resonance frequency of Spiritual Energy.

The career path of a Psychic is drastically different from those who hack and slash in close combat; Spellcasters seek artistic and ritualistic precision.

Currently, many players wanted to become Psychics, and quite a few had secondary professions in the Spiritual Energy domain.

But so far, the number of outstanding Psychics remained as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, with the rest being uniformly deemed “mediocre” by The Grand Duke of Triss and the ladies.