My Players Are So Fierce

1762: 588.

This combat intensity, just a scratch and it escalates – Extra update [30/30]_3

1762: 588.

This combat intensity, just a scratch and it escalates – Extra update [30/30]_3

The terrifying damage almost made Brother Meow collapse on the spot.

He quickly realized that the “easy mode” of the death arena was over; the developers were now serving the main course.

If he didn’t call for support soon, the high ground he was defending was likely to fall apart in a dozen minutes.

“Damn it!

No wonder the developers sent ordinary monsters for the first three days to let us farm support points; they were waiting for us here all along!”

Brother Meow looked painfully at his interface, which showed 2987 support points.

He had a good plan initially, intending to save up and summon a Gold powerhouse to farm points in the next round of defense.

But the dire situation now left him no time to think.

300 points spent, summon Blood Vulture Vampires for aerial assassination!

Another 300 points to summon Thorn Night Walkers for pinpoint elimination; those three damned Silver Hunters going berserk in his team must be restricted!

Finally, spend 600 points to summon Cavalry for a group charge!

Gosh!

1,200 points gone in a flash; it’s hard to accumulate these points, but they’re spent quickly.

But the deployment speed of the support project is indeed unquestionable!

One minute after Brother Meow called for support, 50 Blood Vulture Vampires took off from Blackflame Mountain Pass under the blazing sun, carrying 50 Thorn Night Walkers, forming dual support.

And the Crimson Gate quietly opened around the high ground at the place most suitable for Cavalry charge.

50 Cavalry are preparing to support the battlefield through the portal.

However, the Wing Riding Commander immediately discovered a crucial problem.

“You and the Jackal People have already engaged in close combat!

We can’t charge like this!

Once we start a stampede charge, we’ll sweep you in too!”

The Wing Riding Commander shouted to Brother Meow over the communication:

“You must make a decision!

Immediately!”

“Damn it, the high ground is almost lost.

These Jackal People chose the perfect time to raid us.

Where’s the time to retreat now?

If we get breached now, we’ll be humiliated terribly!”

Brother Meow, swinging his axe and activating his berserk mode with eight Vam War Dogs assisting, barely held against the hunting twin axes of a Silver Hunter, covered in blood he took a glance back and saw that Jackal People had already penetrated the high ground, even “Lady Shui” had picked up a sickle to resist them.

The situation is incredibly dire.

“Charge!

Charge towards us!

Damned if we die, but this banner can’t be destroyed in our hands!

Cavalry!

I order you to charge towards our position!

Quick!”

Brother Meow’s roar echoed from the Calculating Pearl, silencing the Wing Riding Commander.

This tall Mountain People veteran turned to look at his adjutant beside him, who nodded and used the Mountain People’s language to bless this group of warriors before lowering his visor with a click.

Even with only a formation of 50, the acceleration of Cavalry on flatland is too much for the Jackal People to withstand their stampede.

At the same time as the Cavalry began their charge, the vampire supporters above also reached the sky above the high ground.

Disguised as vampire soldiers, Murphy used ventriloquist skills to say to Andre, who was similarly disguised as a Thorn Clan soldier:

“You better grit your teeth this time; I’m going for a death drop.

If you puke on me, I’ll strangle you.”

“Idiot, you still have the mood for jokes at a time like this?”

Count Bai of White Mountain cursed:

“Your warriors are perishing every second!”

“But they won’t die.”

Murphy rolled his eyes, adjusted his posture mid-air, then folded his wings to accelerate his descent as Andre, who seemed to have some fear of heights, screamed in terror.

Murphy spoke full of bliss:

“From now on, the name of Transia warriors will echo across the continent!

Look, we’re already in hell, what a beautiful death…”

“Boom”

At the extreme speed of the death drop, Murphy wrapped in a whistling air explosion struck with twin swords, swiftly cutting down two Jackal People reaching to grab battle flags upon landing, while Andre spun like a shadow, creating a Blade Storm that forced a group of Jackal People away.

The vampires joined the battlefield one after another, stabilizing the crisis on the high ground instantly, while below, Brother Meow was pressed to the ground by a Silver Jackal People with a broken arm, screaming painfully.

But he could already feel the ground’s tremor, indicating the Cavalry’s charge had begun.

The Jackal People also sensed the threat, immediately trying to jump up to escape and at least dodge the cavalry’s direct stampede.

However, Brother Meow wouldn’t let it leave so easily.

Dragging his arm, he lunged forward and swung the Wam Beheader’s axe at the Jackal People’s leg, causing it to fall to the ground before climbing up to choke its neck with one hand.

Yet human strength couldn’t choke this Silver Jackal People to death, but Brother Meow didn’t need to really kill it.

The Jackal People knew what this Transia lunatic wanted to do, howling as it kicked Brother Meow away, limping and trying to crawl out.

But it was too late.

The moment it got up, Cavalry already accelerated to the extreme collided like a warhammer, sending the Silver Hunter airborne, then awkwardly crashing before being trampled by heavy hooves.

Even a Silver-tier powerhouse was knocked to low health in one hit.

It wasn’t dead yet, but looking at the few people gathering around, it knew it was finished.

Brother Meow had already been stomped into paste, but his axe was carried by Brother Huozi, who spat a mouthful of bloody grime and limped forward to swing the axe down on that Jackal People, just like chopping wood.

Brother Huozi’s anger had a reason.

Just moments ago, although he tried his best to help, he failed to protect his beloved wife.

Seeing his wife being slashed to death by a Jackal People drove him to want to strap on a few bombs and go for mutual destruction.

That feeling was just awful, even though it was clearly a game, it felt so real, as if he really saw his wife hurt in reality, and the anger within him now couldn’t be suppressed.

After killing this Silver Jackal People, Brother Huozi didn’t want to live either, tossing the axe aside, lighting the flammable substances on him, and rushing at three or four terrified Jackal People; he needed to log off to comfort his upset spouse.

So, Jackal People bros, send me off.

The first regiment survived with only 45 people after the battle, suffering an astonishing 90% casualty rate, even the dormitory six-man team had four dead.

The last survivor, Ayu, looked at his precarious health bar and dozen negative statuses, sighed, drew his knife to his neck intending to finish himself off and log off to rest, telling the panting Meow Meow Shark beside him:

“I’m logging off, remember to bring my equipment back.

Damn!

The combat intensity skyrocketed in one go, the second regiment probably can’t hold for even two days, it’s really a killer…”

Ps:

Finished after the battle!

This month there’s a double monthly ticket event, brothers don’t vote yet, I’ll notify you at the end of the month!

Love you all!