My Players Are So Fierce

1366: 461.

The big killer you booked is about to make an entrance!

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1366: 461.

The big killer you booked is about to make an entrance!

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“I heard from some Transia people who can’t keep their mouths shut that Governor Morphy intends to carve a road through the swamp,” allowing his soldiers to make contact with the Blood Covenant Knights stationed in the Dark Mountain Range, indicating that the Transia people are audacious enough to plan on turning the Polluted Swamp into a new frontier of their territory.

General, should we intervene?

Once the swamp is truly conquered by the Transia people, the position of Klim Fortress will become quite awkward.

We could go from being a continental-level military stronghold to an insignificant border fortress, which would weaken the Nordtov Kingdom’s influence concerning the Black Disaster issue.”

“Intervene?

No, we observe the changes.”

General Winter Wolf shook his head:

“That’s just a slogan proposed by Morphy.

In my view, it’s hard to achieve.

Countless times in the past, many have aspired to conquer the Polluted Swamp, just as our Nordtov people have conquered the Great Wilderness, but so far, no one or any power has succeeded.

I do not believe that this miraculous vampire can create such a spectacular miracle.

But if they really do it, it won’t be bad for us.

Since Klim Fortress was established during the second occurrence of the Black Disaster until now, every Black Disaster has heavily damaged this fortress, although it also forged its unbeatable reputation.

But now, it isn’t the Transia people who stand here but us.

My soldiers are the country’s finest and bravest.

If Governor Morphy’s adventurous actions can reduce their sacrifices, I’m willing to sing praises for that vampire lord with both hands raised.

Although we are military men, Duke,

we must not blindly chase after war.

A leader must steadfastly uphold his duty to protect and fulfill his mission to the kingdom—war is always our last resort.”

Baldwin, with his neatly trimmed goatee, reached out and grabbed the cane beside him.

He walked to the highest office window of the fortress and looked out.

Those gray, relentless eyes like the cold wind saw a boundless swamp landscape.

After several seconds of silence, he said:

“My ancestors, my grandfather, my father—all died in wars against the Black Disaster.

From the era of Boris’s vanguard to now, every generation of my family has shone in every Black Disaster, and our family’s fate has been closely tied to this swamp.

Perhaps this is also my destiny…

If the Wolf People want to invade our homeland, they’ll have to step over my dead body first!

But if the Wolf People have to climb over the bodies of Transia people before reaching me, that wouldn’t be such a bad thing, at least it would buy us some more preparation time.

I respect the brave.

Honestly, I also hope to see them create a miracle.

You go draft the plan.

After I review it, send it to Crimson Castle.

If Governor Morphy and his reputedly young governor agree to this ‘prisoner exchange’ model, then we can start addressing this ‘loyalty’ problem.”

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Conquering the swamp indeed is a lengthy process.

Governor Morphy’s event announcements explicitly allotted forty days for the conquest, showing that, in the developer team’s view, even if all current players threw themselves into the swamp frontline, they could not chew through this tough bone quickly.

Indeed, as the developers expected, although all three battlefronts had started and were making fair progress, by the end of the second week and into the fifth day of the third week, the fastest-progressing group, the student players, had only just taken down the ninth outpost.

They pushed forward with a struggle, piercing through two layers of the Skeleton Army, advancing close to Plague Town.

However, the student players had also become quite exhausted from intense fighting.

Facing the elite Skeleton Army guarding the road to Plague Town, they lacked the strength to press forward and could only hold their ground.

Progress on the other two fronts was much slower than the students’, whether for Brother Meow or Stick Brother—they had only just broken through near the second defense line.

At this rate, by the end of forty days, the players would definitely not be able to take down Plague Town, heavily guarded by troops.

However, apart from impatient solo players who started suffering increased casualties, several major guild members simultaneously slowed down.

On Stick Brother’s side, he didn’t even utilize the NPC army from the Maginot Line, just relying on a combination of veterans and new recruits from the Crimson Hammer Sickle Group and leisurely advancing, even leisurely enough to be setting up camps in the swamp.

Meanwhile, Brother Meow and Silver Moon Group focused on “planting trees” near the Avalon Church camp on the southern front.

Over the past twenty days, these lads dropped over three thousand seeds of varying effects into the swamp mud, overseen by “Exploding Belly,” who had decided to follow the Druid path.

The western front, with the student players and the Shadow Trace Sect, was even less rushed, as they had no choice.

Their breakneck advance had caused skeleton forces from other directions to start shifting to the western front, causing the enemy’s strength in that area to swell by more than double in just a few days.

Even as they handed over the conquered outposts to the Golden Flower Vanguard to guard and focused solely on attacking, the student players could no longer push forward.