My Players Are So Fierce

1742: 582.

Black Disaster begins training!

First contact!

– Extra chapter for ‘Crow_13’ brother [24/30]_2

1742: 582.

Black Disaster begins training!

First contact!

– Extra chapter for ‘Crow_13′ brother [24/30]_2

But as the large-scale battle commenced, the Transia warriors immediately realized, oh no, this is bad!

These Wolf People are a bit tricky!

They were seasoned warriors who had fought their way from the Transylvanian novice village, and they had faced off against the now nearly “extinct” local Wolf People within Transylvania.

Many had also gained reputation from the Bloodclaw Clan.

But those degraded Wolf People, about 1.67 meters tall, were not the same “species” as the ones in front of them, who were generally around 2.2 to 2.3 meters tall!

These guys mounted on massive black Throne Wolves had an impact force no less than facing human cavalry; the moment both sides clashed, several players were knocked off their mounts.

Their current vehicles simply couldn’t adapt to this level of intense collision; after all, there was a bit of a gap between civilian horses and professional cavalry horses.

Moreover, the Wolf People chosen as vanguard scouts for provocation could not be weaklings.

This vanguard clan even had spellcaster units like Hunting Priests and Voodoo Priests; although the 300 or so Wolf People weren’t all elite, in terms of combat power and organization, they were definitely genuine elites.

Lord Qin and his buddies cast over a dozen Reconnaissance Magics at nearby monsters and discovered a rare, an elite, and damn, a rare elite; among twenty Wolf People, there were three special monsters.

By this calculation, the “yield rate” of Wolf People in the Dark Mountain Range was a bit outrageous!

No wonder the Retinue Army sent by Hether for scouting before the players entered the battlefield had already been defeated repeatedly.

It wasn’t that the Retinue Army wasn’t strong enough; these Wolf People were indeed quite fierce.

However, the players’ side-wing charge unexpectedly gave the Retinue Army a chance to regroup.

Though puzzled by where this group of madmen who dared to charge directly at the Wolf People’s main camp came from, the Retinue Army Commander wouldn’t let this good opportunity slip.

“Defensive formation!

Shield holders, raise shields, spearmen, move forward!

Rangers, fall back and prepare to volley kill!”

The veteran Commander shouted a series of orders on horseback.

They immediately regrouped instead of retreating; heavy shields were raised along the battle line, spearmen in the rear moved forward to place their long spears on the shoulders of the shield bearers, instantly creating an effect akin to a forest of blades and spears.

Dozens of steps behind, the rangers formed a phalanx with their war bows raised to the sky, ready to unleash volleys.

The Psychic in the team continuously cast Slow Skills to diminish the speed and impact of the Wolf People’s charge.

Though the vanguard clan’s Wolf People warriors weren’t afraid of charging forward, their Throne Wolves weren’t dumb enough to rush into the spears, so facing this hedgehog-like defense, the Jackal-man Vanguard quickly dispersed to flank from the sides.

But at this moment, the first wave of ranger volleys had already arrived.

Specially designed arrows with reinforced heads fell along parabolas with lethal force, and the whistling sound of hundreds of arrows was ear-piercing and deadly.

Upon landing, one wave took out over a dozen unlucky foes.

No warrior code was needed against Wolf People; these arrows were poisoned, ensuring that anyone hit would be dead.

The Retinue Army had stabilized, but the players were in a bit of trouble.

Facing the fierce pack of Wolf People, their destructive power seemed inadequate.

Although most had participated in the Swamp Wars strategy, these players weren’t front-line professionals.

As evident from Lord Qin’s participation, they were those who joined the game in later batches, and their equipment and battle skills were somewhat lacking.

After the first wave of side-wing charges was blocked by the Wolf People, they found themselves in a besieged plight.

The individual’s strength of the opponents was obviously superior to that of the players, requiring two to three players to cooperate to have a decent achievement in this chaos.

No sugar-coating, this was almost the first time these players who hadn’t experienced the “game pioneering phase” encountered strong counterattacks, especially when the Wolf People Hunting Priest started applying the Berserker Skill, turning their pursuit for glory into a desperate struggle for survival.

“Damn!”

Watching as over a hundred players who charged into the battlefield suffered a fifth of their numbers in casualties in under ten minutes, Lord Qin, who had now taken battlefield command, fiercely shot and splattered the head of a Jackal Barbarian with a severed leg in front of him.

His body was covered in blood and grime as he glanced back at the battlefield behind him.

The Wolf People had completed their encirclement, pressing in from all sides to slaughter the players trapped in a desperate struggle.

The good news was that no one fled; the bad news was that now they couldn’t escape even if they wanted to.

The position they had charged to before had issues, resulting in them being trapped at the battleground’s center.

Those NPC Psychics who brought them were shrewdly hunting in the periphery, making effective support difficult even if they wanted to assist now.

“Damn it!”

Lord Qin ducked to dodge a flying axe, returning the favor to a Wolf People headhunter with his trench gun.

Amid the latter’s screams, Old Qin knew he must do something now, or morale would collapse.

For players who cannot die, death is not an issue; it’s just a kind of experience.

But if morale collapses, players will undoubtedly face psychological pressure in large-scale battles thereafter.