My Players Are So Fierce

1335: 451.

The War of the Red Knight – The Fist of Avalon – Additional Release [18/25]

1335: 451.

The War of the Red Knight – The Fist of Avalon – Additional Release [18/25]

（This is an additional update for the “Who else is competing with me” brothers [3/5]）

Outside the Polluted Swamp, the gals from the Silver Moon Pride Team were gathered at a temporary camp south of the Maginot Line, waiting for their collaborators to arrive.

It was lunchtime, and Little Wei Ming’s meal, packed from the Star Soul Eagle’s owner’s little restaurant at Crimson Castle, had already gotten cold.

But it didn’t matter, she had Bard Lumina cast a Burning Hand spell, having her hold two iron lunchboxes to reheat the food.

Lumina was very dissatisfied with this “job.”

She was an elegant Bard and a formidable Half-elf Ranger, yet you lot of fish-lipped humans are having an elf lord do this kind of work for you?

Unfortunately, Lumina’s complaints did not elicit any sympathy from the other sisters, because while everyone was waiting for the boxed meals to heat up, they were also discussing the team’s upcoming tasks.

“The guys on the northern and western fronts did a good job.

Now the pressure is on us.

We must speed up!”

Lady Shui, who was arranging combat potions and various spellcasting materials in the tent, said to Orchid and Sister Pomegranate beside her:

“The energetic students are said to have taken down six outposts, pushing their influence into the outskirts of the Pestilence Town’s defenses.

I saw on the forum that the Warlocks from the Eight Elites are now attempting to disperse low-level undead with magical command staffs.

Following their strategy, these students might actually become the first guild to march into Pestilence Town.

Stick Brother seems unhurried, still training newcomers, but yesterday afternoon when I went to the Xike gun shop in Crimson Castle to pick out a personal weapon, I overheard a conversation of Count Shuren’s retainer saying that Stick Brother has placed an order with the arsenal for a type of weapon that can burn large areas of the swamp.

Clearly, Stick Brother also has his own plans.

Now, the only front left without any action is our southern line.

We have fallen quite behind.”

“Don’t rush.

Being fast doesn’t necessarily give an advantage—only the capture of Pestilence Town can be considered a major victory in combat.”

Orchid, leaning on her Wraith Shield and resting with her eyes closed, the great traveler sitting on the ground and stretching out her slender legs, had always been unruffled, and in response to Lady Shui’s summary, she said:

“The peripheral defenses will be breached sooner or later.

Plus, the Jackal Warlocks aren’t fools—they will adjust their defense system based on changes in the battlefield.

In my estimation, the students’ mad rush will lead them to encounter more resistance from the Skeleton Army in their upcoming assaults.

This means that the defense forces on the other two fronts will be weakened, and I guess that’s also why Stick Brother is not in a hurry to strike.

As a professional Commander, he can’t be fooled by such a shift in the situation.

Therefore, there are benefits to starting late.

I think we should focus on the strategy for the Pestilence Town ‘instance group.’

I’ve read the official announcement several times carefully.

I realize the reason the developers outlined three fronts this time might be because they set the difficulty of the instances in Pestilence Town too high.

The three fronts will disperse the enemy’s forces, and to enter the team instance, Land of Corpses, players from all three fronts will probably have to first challenge three small instances on the outskirts, passing them repeatedly to reduce the Jackal’s defense forces to a certain limit.

Look, the officials have set a duration of 40 days for this operation!

This means that in their assessment, with the current strength of the players, it is not possible to defeat the Jackal People in a short time.”

“Right.”

Sister Pomegranate, who was sharpening her Wolf Tooth Fist Blade with a whetstone, had recently changed her hairstyle to a refreshing ponytail; while flipping her hair, she said:

“And this time there’s no NPC support on the frontline, meaning we could find ourselves in a very dangerous spot if we’re not careful.

A wipe or two might be okay, but more than three wipes would seriously delay our progression.

In other words, we need to be stable!

It is better to be slower but surer.

We have fewer people, so we can’t afford a war of attrition with the Wolf People.

We have to fight smarter.”

“Brother Meow is here, wow, their new mounts are so cool!”

Little Wei Ming’s exclamation from outside the tent made the three sisters immediately stand up and walk out to see a squadron of Wind Eagles circling down from the sky, carrying their riders in the afternoon sunlight.

The flamboyant Big Bird Spinning Team had even placed their guild flags on their Wind Eagles’ saddles, displaying that fluttering bizarre emblem as they flew.

Brother Meow, of course, didn’t go so far as to print the original Big Bird Spinning Club’s emblem directly on the flag, but they took a rather clever approach by using the emblem of the soaring eagle as their symbol, albeit stylized artistically.

If one’s vision were lacking, it would be easy to mistake that tilted eagle’s head for something less dignified.

“These guys are really something!”

Orchid, holding her arms, glanced at Little Wei Ming, who was wrapped up like a zongzi and waving to the Wind Eagles hanging in the sunlight above, and muttered softly:

“There are children here…”

“If you were to express your criticism of them, I guess Brother Meow would probably tell you that those with dirty minds see vulgarity in everything.”

Lady Shui said laughingly, patting Orchid on the shoulder and whispering:

“By the way, I recently met an extreme sportsman and explorer of some renown online who told me he knows you, little Orchid.

If I remember correctly, that very courteous gentleman’s surname seemed to be Yuan…”