My Players Are So Fierce

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1571: 528.

The Dark Baron expedition team is officially formed!

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“What is ‘Wolf Blood’?”

On the return journey, Old Qin approached the silent Necromancer and asked softly:

“I just heard your great-grandson mention that it’s the shame of your life, and even the shame of your family.

Did you lose it?”

“It’s a sword.”

The voice of Necromancer Baldwin sounded as usual, devoid of any obvious emotional fluctuation.

He gazed at the Polluted Swamp stretching to the horizon and said:

“It was a war sword bestowed upon me by the God of the North Wind during my campaign to conquer the Great Wilderness as a follower of Hero King Boris.

Forged from the holy wolf’s fang and carrying the fury of the Wolf God, it symbolized the Baldwin family and was one of ‘The Three Sacred Relics of Nord.’

The other two are the ‘White Frost’ staff currently held by Lupa and the ‘Winter Codex,’ enshrined in the Great Cathedral of North Wind Castle.

Both are gifts from the God of the North Wind and legitimate sources of authority for Boris’ descendants to rule the Great Wilderness.

I can still remember the grand battles I fought alongside Boris in the Great Wilderness.

It took us many years to complete the conquest, and in the icy winds of Extreme North, on a certain night, the God of the North Wind personally visited our camp to acknowledge the rule of Hero King.

He granted Boris the three sacred relics, and the Wolf Blood Sword became Boris’ constant companion until the second Black Disaster arrived, at which point Boris personally entrusted it to me to command his vanguard forces.

The scale of that Black Disaster was not immense; it was merely the echo of the first one.

Our campaign progressed smoothly until we entered the swamp.

It was there that heroes of different races and I established a camp, the place later known as ‘Wolf Castle.’

Silver Dwarfs’ Supreme Lord Ovg constructed the Mage Tower, and I became its first master.

Unfortunately, in my youthful arrogance, I failed to realize that I had already reached the end of my life.

Victory was ours by then.

I lowered my guard.

While leading my soldiers to chase down a group of fleeing Wolf People remnants, I mistakenly took a trail into the swamp…

What a disgrace.”

The old Necromancer sighed and said:

“I didn’t even die in battle, nor at the hands of an enemy.

My arrogance led to my downfall in this swamp.

When I realized I could no longer escape the malice of the swamp, I threw the Wolf Blood Sword to my squire and ordered him to ensure the divine artifact was returned to North Wind Castle.

What happened next, I no longer know.

It seems my squire met misfortune as well, resulting in the loss of the Wolf Blood Sword.

That artifact belonging to Su must have been taken by the defeated Wolf People.

Alas, I had hoped for eternal rest, but it seems fate has not been unkind to me.

Even after my resurrection, there is unfinished business waiting for me.”

“Sounds like a mythological tale.”

Old Qin commented sharply:

“From the process of you receiving the sword to your final fate, a tragic undertone permeates the story.

But back then, sharing laughter with so many heroes, you must have been extraordinary.

So why are you now so weak that even a cannon shell could defeat you?”

“That question is beyond me.”

Old Baldwin shook his head and said:

“I don’t understand why I, a Gold Stage Psychic, weakened so dramatically after my centuries-long resurrection.

Perhaps the Wolf People’s crude revival methods are to blame, or the swamp’s foul mud covering my remains for centuries stripped away my strength, leaving them unaware that they dug up a past hero from the muck.

But these details no longer matter to me.

Resurrected as a wraith, death permanently transformed me, dragging my power down to the border of Silver, less than a tenth of what it once was.

Yet, this cannot stop me from fulfilling the duties I must perform.

I must retrieve Wolf Blood!

Alas, it seems I have no choice but to serve that cunning vampire.”

At this point, the old Necromancer turned his head to look at Old Qin in a way no human could manage and said:

“But perhaps, I have a second option.

General from another realm, would you consider accepting a fallen veteran as your assistant?”

“Huh?”

Old Qin naturally understood the Necromancer’s intention, but he blinked and asked in return:

“But I’m not a Necromancer and have no intention of switching to Coffin Bearer.

Lastly, why me?

If you serve Governor Murphy, your strength would recover much faster, wouldn’t it?”

“Indeed, serving Governor Murphy is currently the best choice, but I dislike that vampire.”

Old Baldwin spoke bluntly:

“He is not a soldier; he is more of a lord.

As a Nord who has once witnessed the Divine Spirit, I do not wish to serve a vampire.

You see, death has taken my glory, but I have retained my dignity.

I used to joke with Boris that I would only serve those who have defeated me.

Boris was the first.

You are the second.”

“Wow, I feel truly honored.”

Old Qin smirked as he stared at the old Necromancer and said:

“But you’re not being truthful.

You’re merely flattering me and attempting to deflect the topic.

You see, Old Luo, although I am also a veteran, after my retirement, I was entrusted with a different responsibility.

I must know the real reason; otherwise, there’s no place for you in my squad.”

The Necromancer fell silent for a moment and then replied:

“First of all, given the current circumstances, Transylvania and Nordtof are destined for war.

Those restless warlords will undoubtedly provoke conflict, and Lupa is too young; she lacks sufficient prestige within the army.