My Players Are So Fierce

1775: 593.

The Shadow of War over Transylvania

1775: 593.

The Shadow of War over Transylvania

Happy Stick took his Third Regiment to relieve the position, and as soon as he entered, he asked his army’s Eight Demons to start summoning Skeleton Soldiers from the corpses of the Wolf People to clear the battlefield.

At the same time, he asked the newbies to use the Fossil into Mud they just learned, first to fill the rejection ditches Lord Qin had dug before, then brought out the plan of the Stonemason Brotherhood to engage in major “construction” around the heights while re-planning the perfect locations for trenches and rejection ditches.

According to Happy Stick’s vision, he wanted to create encircling breastworks around the position and elevated defenses for archers to gain a foothold, and if possible, have the newbies use Fossil into Mud to create simple fortresses on the heights.

Stick Brother wanted to upgrade the originally flat battlefield into a three-dimensional structure; simply put, he wanted to turn this defense competition into a real “tower defense game,” with the first point being to upgrade the current simple defenses to “second-tier” offense and defense.

If not for the shortage of time and manpower, this guy even planned to transform Blood Flag Heights into a real bastion, thoroughly turning it into a permanent fortification!

To be honest, due to players’ frenzied battles over the past few days, Lady Hether had already expressed willingness several times to send dwarf Earth Priests to assist the Transia warriors in establishing more solid fortifications.

Obviously, because of the six and a half days of steadfast defense and frenzied fighting, she was thoroughly convinced with admiration; she praised the bravery and ferocity of the Transia People in all occasions, which was acknowledged by all the soldiers and proud Commander on the position.

No matter how proud and arrogant one might be, seeing the densely packed nearly two thousand heads of Wolf People on Blood Flag Heights would be deeply shaken, for the Transia People had done what others couldn’t, and such bravery and achievements couldn’t be denied.

However, Murphy rejected Lady Hether’s proposal.

He wasn’t entirely against establishing a position there, but mainly because the rules had been set; even as a Dog Planner, he couldn’t just act recklessly, because once players realized the dev team was capricious, future work would become impossible.

But Murphy’s goal for organizing this death competition was actually achieved!

His players accomplished battlefield reputation achievements; their fame would spread through the Blackflame Mountain Pass, and if they truly managed to persist until the twentieth day under the Filthy Claw clan’s fierce assault, Transia’s first war miracle in the Black Disaster would be born here.

Hmm, it seems the selection for the second phase of the Player Hall of Fame needs to be put on the agenda again.

However, Murphy didn’t linger at the Blackflame Mountain Pass to watch the small players’ performances and death battles with the Wolf People; he, the Governor, had been away from Transylvania for nearly half a month now and must return to his territory to handle some remaining matters.

More importantly, according to the message sent by Triss, the Mummy Girl from the Sanghai Empire was ready to head to Westerburg.

Compared to the threat from the Black Disaster at the front line, Westerburg, this ticking time bomb buried in Transylvania, drew Murphy’s attention far more.

Once this thing detonated in the Black Disaster, it would absolutely drag the entire Transylvania, East Prussia, and Kafuhoka into it, and that’s a Undead Legion of hundreds of thousands.

To say nothing of exaggeration—adding Loren’s Exploration Corps and Baldwin’s Winter Wolf Army—it would still be challenging to withstand this army’s rampage in the continent’s center; Murphy is certain if he doesn’t resolve this now, Twilight in the fifth Black Disaster would definitely use this card to obliterate all he wishes to protect.

Murphy temporarily handed the Blackflame Mountain Pass matters to Phemys for command.

He promised to return within three days, though he’s also on the list of summoned supporters; Murphy feels that even if his players gather enough support points, they likely won’t choose him to assist when they can pick Golden Ones.

While brilliant, he’s just a Black Iron, right?

No one would lose their mind and summon him in such intense battle rhythm, right?

Hmm, unlikely anyone would waste precious points, right?

Emmmm, from this, it’s actually true that Brother Meow’s joke on the forum was accurate.

The reason Murphy set his support points as high as Golden Ones was largely self-promotion; in common terms, it’s putting gold on one’s face.

But who isn’t a mainline NPC here, huh!

Making a living outside isn’t shameful or embarrassing.

“Buzz”

With the Blood Vulture Corridor’s teleportation gate activated, Murphy finally returned to his warm and comfortable nest after being out and about for half a month; however, before he could relax, he was met by Triss standing with arms crossed and a frosty expression.

Blood Vulture Duke didn’t think Murphy was derelict in duty, but she clearly disapproved of His Excellency the Governor taking risks to oversee the battle at the front lines.

After all, what’s the point of a feeble Black Iron running there?

If something happened, Lord Hether would have to send people to save you.

But Murphy, well understanding Triss’s personality, didn’t get tangled on this issue; instead, he immediately began discussing serious matters:

“There will be two Goat Men coming later, they are friends of you, the honorary elder of ‘Dark Root’; I know you dislike me probing into your past, so you handle them yourself.