My Players Are So Fierce

1428: 481.

The third stronghold “Wolf Castle” has been captured_3

1428: 481.

The third stronghold “Wolf Castle” has been captured_3

But it’s precisely because of the students’ audacious moves that we not only cleared the dungeon, but also completed it ahead of schedule.

They were admitted to the Hall of Fame not just because they lured the giant snake to break through the Wizard Tower, you stubborn fools!

It’s because those six individuals turned ‘impossible’ into ‘possible’!

They broke through the developers’ difficulty blockade in their own way, directly influencing the battlefield and the course of events.

If this were real life, their actions would surely deserve a second-class merit.

That’s what I’m saying.

Before the students brought in the giant snake, Pestilence Town was an unbreachable wall, but after the giant snake broke through, any group of veteran players could take it down with sheer stubbornness.

So, what’s the use of just being able to fight!

This is war!

You need to use your brain!

You guys are Commanders now, how can you still think like Big Head Soldiers?

Roll back and write me a self-critique, and have it on my desk first thing tomorrow morning!

The Black Disaster is coming!

If we can’t change our way of thinking, the outcome for the Maginot Line we’re responsible for probably won’t be good either.”

The members, who were harshly scolded by Stick Brother, looked downhearted, and although they wanted to retort, Stick Brother no longer had the time to quibble over these things with them.

Now that Pestilence Town has been taken, it means that Stick Brother’s Maginot Line defense will have a new “salient” that extends deep into the swamp.

The cooperation between the two places will be enough for Happy Stick to come up with more tactical plans in the later wars.

As a Commander, his mind is already frantically operational.

“My master, I cannot understand your scolding of your subordinates, you’re striking at their fervent loyalty.”

Melia whispered in Stick Brother’s ear:

“In fact, I can feel that you are also discontent in your heart, but you are able to suppress these combative thoughts and consider more distant affairs.

Are you really as selflessly dedicated as you appear?

Don’t you want that qualification for the Hall of Fame, to gain fame and honor among your kin?”

“I think, I’ve been thinking about it since this incident happened.”

Facing his blood-bound servant, Stick Brother did not hide his thoughts.

He said:

“But I have no time to regret today’s minor setback.

Less than fifty days remain until the onset of the Black Disaster, and the war I am determined to win is right before my eyes.

I know it’s the stage where I’m destined to shine, where I will forge a legend of war and with those victories, I shall accomplish truly heroic deeds.

The stricter the qualifications for the Hall of Fame, the better!

Because only then does victory seem so precious, where there’s no mediocrity to dilute it!

Only a high enough gold standard can ensure that when I join that group, I will feel genuine pride from the bottom of my heart, rather than emptiness because I’m surrounded by a bunch of limited-edition fools.

I ask you, Melia, would you feel proud to share the same honors with a bunch of mediocre fools?”

Melia was silent for a long time.

She could not answer the question.

Stick Brother’s response reminded her of her own father, who, despite his disdain for Old Edward, strived to climb higher, even if just to earn the right to be looked in the eye by Old Edward.

She previously could not comprehend her father’s series of mad gambles, but now, she seemed to taste some flavor of understanding.

Sigh.

These men and their damn competitive spirits, driving batch after batch of stubborn crazies onto roads of no return…

Luckily, her ostensibly heartfelt “new master” wouldn’t really die, perhaps that’s why he’s so persistently obstinate?

—

“Hall of Fame?

Is this a special honor that Sir Morphy created specifically for these divine spirits from the Exotic Lands?”

Outside the Plague Town, Miss Biqi, perched on her horse, reflected on the battle that had just taken place amidst the devastating ruins, bustling with players.

She regretted not being able to join the fight herself, even to the point of beating her chest and stamping her feet, while the Knight of Liwen beside her covered her left eye with her hand.

Her right eye had turned into a green serpent-like pupil.

This was her Divine Spirit observing everything in the swamp through her eyes.

The Knight of Liwen didn’t know what the Divine Spirit might think, but she herself only felt full agreement and emotion for this victory in front of her, and only these fearless heroes from the Exotic Lands could employ such an insane and unrepeatable tactic to capture Plague Town in a single day.

“If they can take down Plague Town, it means that none of the outposts on the borders of the Exploration Corps can stop them.”

Not far from the two female knights, Major Ron said in a low voice:

“Marshall Loren believes he has been cautious enough with the Transia People, but now I think that the Marshal’s caution is still not enough…

We must strengthen border defense, even if it’s not just for the Black Disaster.”

“You can’t stop them.”

Liwen covered her eyes and whispered:

“The border line between Transylvania and East Prussia is too long, unless you learn from the Kalem Ancient Country and seal off the entire border with high walls that are impossible to climb over, there will always be places you can’t protect.

A single breach will become a thoroughfare for the Transia People to invade your position, and once they break in, don’t expect them to leave peacefully.

The only way to counter them is to become their friend.

My god has just told me, She does not believe the Transia People will fail in the battle with the Goldenrod Kingdom, yes, my god is certain of the rise of this land!

The time left for Marshall Loren and King Louis is running out.

The Black Disaster…

The Black Disaster is not just an excuse for the Transia People to extort supplies, but also the last chance for all the enemies of Transylvania to adjust their final defense.

They will temper themselves into unparalleled weapons in the Black Disaster, and after their fill of Wolf People’s blood, their blades will not return to their sheaths.

They have too many reasons to go to war with you, and you definitely won’t choose to retreat just because they are formidable – a lone wolf, with a bloodstained appearance, licking its wounds; a male lion, mouth dripping with oil from its meal yet still greedy; and an old bear, aged and decrepit, but still struggling to crawl out of death.

Sigh.

The fifth Black Disaster is no longer a sign of the end of turmoil.

It is merely a symbol of the approaching Age of Chaos, it seems that all of us, except for the Transia People, are unprepared to face the era that’s coming head-on.”

“I’ve made up my mind, Liwen!”

Just as the Knight of Liwen and Major Ron fell silent, Miss Biqi raised her fist and shouted excitedly:

“I’m going to set becoming a hero of Transylvania and joining the Transia Hall of Fame as my goal!”

“But just yesterday, you said becoming a member of the Winged Cavalry was your goal, and the day before that, you set your goal to become a Swordsman more formidable than Sir Morphy.

The day before that, your goal was to find a famous blade that suits your status in the war…”

“Shut up, Liwen, I’m excitedly telling you my goals because I want your support, not your criticism, you’re really annoying!”

“Uh, Biqi, having goals is good, but having too many goals might not be the best, I mean, maybe we could make a step-by-step plan?

I can help you record your successes and failures, and when we grow old, I can pull out that record and thoroughly mock your lack of achievements.”