My Players Are So Fierce

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Tear Flesh’s All-Out Effort

1383: 467.

Tear Flesh’s All-Out Effort

“What did you say?

The second and third lines of defense were ignited?

By what?

Was it the Massive War Skill summoned by the Vampire Psychics?”

In Plague Town, the Tear Flesh Magician, who went to bed early due to his old age, was awakened by a panicking disciple and received shocking news that the Transia People had launched an attack on their defenses tonight without any warning.

Moreover, it was a devastating attack.

This could be seen from the terror brimming on his disciple’s ugly face, suggesting the scale of the battle tonight was extraordinary.

But Tear Flesh still couldn’t understand why the Transia People suddenly possessed such destructive combat capabilities, given that they previously could only nibble at the periphery outposts by repeatedly sending infantry in desperate charges.

“They used strange weapons!”

The reporting Jackal Warlock described in his chaotic language:

“Those vampires carried bombs capable of massive explosions on their backs, making full use of their ability to fly.

Taking off from the ditches beyond the swamp, they flew over our outer layer.

Almost all along the way, the outposts were bombed and ignited.

It happened too fast, our Necromancers and Knights had no chance to react.

Moreover, the weapons they used were not Psychic Items, our Defensive Skills set at the outposts had little effect on those devices; the accursed flames, once ignited, would not extinguish quickly.

They would adhere to our skeletons and zombies, burning until they lost their combat capability.

They also have a vicious ‘Blossom Bullets,’ which do not cause explosions but act like fireworks, any skeleton warrior touched by it would be disabled.

Lord Tear Flesh!

Those cunning vampires clearly developed weapons specifically targeting our Skeleton Army, we’ve suffered heavy losses!”

“So what exactly do you expect me to do for you?”

Tear Flesh, infuriated by this report, burst out.

The Jackal Warlock said grimly:

“Things have already come to this, can I summon meteors to smash them all to death?

Damn it!

Can we still contact the Necromancers and Knights at the second and third lines of defense?”

“We can, but not many.”

The reporting magician shrunk his head and said:

“Of the 45 Necromancers and Netherworld Knights we had at the second and third lines, only 7 are still able to communicate with us, the rest have been captured or killed, and their souls have returned to their respective command coffins.”

“So, you’re saying the command system on the outer lines has been mostly destroyed?”

Tear Flesh felt a headache coming on.

The situation was now quite awkward.

Although there were still plenty of Skeleton Army units left on the outskirts, their strength was not much diminished, but they were uncommandable.

It was like a giant who had undergone a lobotomy, still possessing the power to sweep across the land but could only lie in a vegetative state in its lair, allowing those damn ants around it to come up and humiliate them.

Certainly, through the Plague Warlock Tower, Tear Flesh could precisely issue commands to a specific area of the Skeleton Army, and if necessary, could also use the assistance of the Mage Tower to temporarily act as the “Lich King,” replacing lower command nodes to reassemble the Skeleton Army for a counterattack.

But he couldn’t do that now.

Firstly, performing such an operation required Tear Flesh to be part of the skill, and he could not leave that control core until the end of the war.

This would make Tear Flesh a live target during this time.

Honestly, he did not trust his ambitious apprentices to miss this “great opportunity”; maybe the moment he entered the control skill, he would be ambushed by these bastards, no, there was no maybe, his apprentices were truly capable of such a thing!

Secondly, theoretically speaking, all the power of Plague Town had already been “sold” to the “Adventurers” by Tear Flesh, hence whether the people here lived or died was none of his concern.

This allowed Tear Flesh to adopt an indifferent third-party perspective to calmly assess everything at hand.

He quickly came to a horrifying conclusion.

The bombing tonight was just the first step of the Transia People’s annihilation war against Plague Town.

With the outer two layers of defense paralyzed, those fearless Transia Barbarians would definitely push into the last line of defense in one fell swoop, and the roaming Skeleton Army could not handle them.

Perhaps the Swamp War would end sooner than he had expected?

And from the current situation, it seemed that the hope of victory did not lie on the side of the Jackal People.

Tear Flesh narrowed his eyes.

He knew it was time to gather his belongings.

But he was not planning to flee, instead he wanted to push everything he had meticulously planned into the next stage.

He had already obtained the remains of the King of Bone Biting, but he was not satisfied, after all, the holy that land of creation was right before his eyes and he had already entered once —how could anyone willingly let go of that?

“Go then, the outer defenses are beyond saving, have the magicians in the town move to the last line of defense and hold it!

I will prepare a ‘surprise’ here for the Transia People.”

Tear Flesh made a decision and issued a command to the magician before him.

His complete abandonment of the outer defense lines left his apprentices widely agape.