My Players Are So Fierce

1580: 531.

Adel’s otherworldly bestie is showing her power!

1580: 531.

Adel’s otherworldly bestie is showing her power!

Thanks to the large number of new players actively operating near Wolf Castle and Hog sending his Wolf People to “stake claims” in the Polluted Swamp, what was once a perilous area seems to have become much safer.

Especially in the southern zone extending from Wolf Castle—forget wandering Skeleton Armies, even the crocodiles lurking in the muddy waters have significantly decreased.

The Wolf People didn’t just issue undead-clearing missions; these crafty creatures even delegated hunting tasks to the tireless players.

One must admit, when it comes to combat, the players fear no one.

They swept through the dangerous swamp like a storm, forming hunting groups of three to five, daring to go after Swamp Tigers or Vampire Bats with tactical precision instead of blindly charging forward.

This shift likely originates from their past participation in the Corrupted Land raid, granting them a deep understanding of battle strategies in this immersive game.

All in all, digging traps has become their go-to method of swamp combat.

But the problem lies in their habit of leaving countless traps and rarely taking the time to deactivate them after the battle.

This bad habit directly impacts Lady Adel’s 150-member Pioneering Group, who must allocate manpower to locate and deactivate these inactive traps to prevent accidents during their large-scale traversal.

“Bang!”

The taut rope was carefully cut, and the stretched-out tree snapped back with a sharp, ear-piercing sound.

The released force was strong enough to lift a full-grown Swamp Tiger into the air or tear off its claws.

“These guys are something else!”

Old Qin watched Deep-fried Sweet Potato and Tomato Sauce perform “mine-clearing” beside him, jotting down the details of another trap deactivated in his notebook, while muttering to Necromancer Baldwin, who stood silently under his hood:

“I only casually mentioned the principles to them before, yet they actually managed to design these hunting traps.

Despite the lousy location choices, their hands-on skills deserve praise.”

“Old Qin!

Come this way, I found several tripwires and a cluster of nasty traps.”

In another direction, the student Sour Cucumber shouted:

“What’s the deal with you teaching this kind of dangerous stuff?

Damn, these bastards went and planted Broad Swords next to these traps, but Loyal Brother’s craftsmanship is awful.

They explode on contact, and I sure as hell won’t disarm them.

You better come handle this.”

“That wasn’t me.”

Old Qin frowned as he approached, shook his head, and said:

“Real booby traps aren’t like this.

Anyone can see these were picked up from some war documentary—total amateur moves!

What a bunch of maniacs.

Disarm the left wire; don’t touch the right one.”

As Sour Cucumber grumbled and cautiously “cleared” the area, the silent Necromancer finally spoke:

“Is this how combat is done where you’re from?

I must admit it’s truly eye-opening.

The Wolf People use traps too, but compared to these lethal creations, their primitive traps seem like mere children’s toys.

These explosives, cunningly merged with swamp terrain, are notably cruel.”

“Cruel indeed.

You’re lucky our factory isn’t capable of mass-producing Anti-infantry Landmines, let alone the notorious Butterfly Mines.”

Old Qin muttered as he recorded the location of these traps:

“We’ve been here for far too short a time to truly tap into the war potential of this strange world.

But I’m pleased to see that my fellow humans are already starting to utilize their ingenuity within current limitations.

If explosive production ramps up, this swamp would unmistakably become a Polluted Hell for the Wolf People.”

“Swamp warfare should be just like this!”

Baldwin uttered in the hollow voice of a Necromancer:

“During the Second Black Disaster, the Wolf People used similar strategies against us.

We suffered heavy losses initially but retaliated soon after.

We stuffed highly explosive Spiritual Energy stones into the bodies of Wolf People Scouts or dug sharp trench traps concealed within muddy water.

If we overlook casualties, this swamp is actually well-suited for ambush warfare.

Unfortunately, over time, humans lost their ability to resist the Wolf People in these swamps, frightened into submission by the Black Disaster until sheer desperation forced them to fight back in the last instance.

But I can’t blame humans entirely.

The Wolf People are clearly more suited to combat in this terrain; those brutes seem born for swamp warfare.”

“Oh, really?”

Old Qin scoffed at this conclusion, closing his notebook:

“When the Wolf People come for real, I will organize a team to properly ‘play’ with them in the swamp.

If you’re willing, I’d love for you to join us—your spells could work wonders.

We’ll turn into ‘phantoms’ lurking in the swamps, leaving behind shadows that’ll haunt those Wolf People forever.

Hah, talking trees—doesn’t that sound delightful!”

“Of course, I look forward to observing the war artistry of otherworldly demons and learning from it.”

Old Baldwin let out his dry and twisted laughter.

Clearly, even when he was alive, this guy must have been a war fanatic.

He’s already an NPC member of Old Qin’s registered “Cutting Edge Battalion” Guild, just waiting for an undead summoning spell to be learned before Old Qin can finalize their collaboration contract.

Yet, despite his prowess in other areas, Old Qin’s struggle to learn Spiritual Energy spells makes Baldwin want to swear.

His progress is abysmal—after several days, he’s still barely capable of sensing, let alone mastering, Spiritual Energy.