My Players Are So Fierce

“Our Wise Wolf is truly amazing.”

“Are you heading back to the frontline now?”

Triss also donned a woman’s trench coat. Ever since she wore that silver-gray business suit at the exhibition hall, she fell in love with this “modern style” clothing that was both simple, grand, and could highlight feminine charm.

She is a major customer at Lady Shui’s tailor shop. Triss buys every new item Lady Shui launches every half month, luckily she has her own little stash of gold, otherwise, with her speed of buying clothes, Murphy’s wallet would probably go bankrupt.

Triss asked,

“The airship rented by the Hoffman Family to transport Burning Gold products is supposed to arrive tomorrow, aren’t you staying here to receive it?”

“Milian can handle such small matters.”

Murphy waved his hand and said,

“I heard the Half-body Man’s engineering airship is super impressive, but unfortunately, I have to wait until the frontline is stable to witness it. Let’s go; let’s check the frontline now and let you move around too. You’ve been cooped up in the lab recently without getting out for a walk.

Look at you, you’ve gained weight.”

“Nonsense! I weigh myself every day, and I haven’t gained any weight!”

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“Damn! The western frontline collapsed again? What’s going on! There weren’t supposed to be many Wolf People over there!”

On the battlefield of Blood Flag Heights nearing dawn, a blood-covered Happy Stick had just begun eating a beef jerky when he received some bad news.

He cursed roughly as he got up and walked over to the side of his watchtower, looking toward the west of the highland.

Indeed!

In the defensive battles over the past two days, Happy Stick used the “Fossil into Mud” spell mastered by newbies to create defensive breastworks and two watchtowers at Blood Flag Heights. This was his set battle strategy, which was the main reason he could hold out under the death tactics of being surrounded by the Filthy Claw clan.

According to the blueprint given by the “war engineer” Samoyed from the Stonemason Brotherhood, Blood Flag Heights should have been shaped into a bastion style to maximize the players’ firepower advantage. However, there was neither enough time nor manpower, and the Wolf People were not cooperative.

The third battle group had fared well in the battles over the past two days, but a terrible situation arose tonight.

Perhaps failing too many times had tested the patience of the Wolf People, leading them to finally decide to launch an all-out attack. In any case, this time the assault not only came from the front of the position but also in terrifying scenes from all three other directions with Wolf People continuously attacking under the cover of night.

The players of the third battle group were about to lose it!

Looking in any direction, they could see the green eyes of Wolf People under the night. The numbers were definitely over 1500, and among them, a small half were elites, with priests giving them status boosts from behind.

If it weren’t for Happy Stick trading yesterday for General Maxim, allowing this vampire hero wielding the skull crusher hammer to guard the front of the highland, and Miss Doris and her Blood Rat Assassins summoned on the first day guarding the south, players would only need to defend the west and east. Otherwise, being surrounded on all sides in ten directions with heavy casualties would have already shattered the players’ morale.

However, on the flip side, having more enemies isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Not only do players earn points for each kill, but if the number of charging Wolf People exceeds 50, Happy Stick can earn a support points +100 reward. Most importantly, the Wolf People killed by Maxim and Doris also add to the third battle group’s score.

From night until now, this battle has lasted a full six hours, allowing the third battle group’s used-up support points to soar back to 3000+.

However, the consumption and losses are terrifying.

The initial 640 members of Happy Stick’s third battle group, including newbies, dwindled down to 200 now, six hours later, although each person, newbies included, managed to take down at least three enemies before dying!

But if this continues, Stick Brother might not even hold on for five days, being lucky enough to see tomorrow’s dawn.

However, it’s not that his command was lacking, nor due to issues with his tactics, but purely because the Wolf People play dirty! Facing such a non-strategic small highland, why did the damn Filthy Claw clan send real elites for the siege?

What grudge, what hatred!

Wasn’t it just two thousand plus Wolf People’s heads left on the highland? Is it worth such a deadly fight?

“Damn!”

Seeing the western trenches of the highland breached, Happy Stick grabbed a large wolfman war hammer seized from the swamp battle and dashed down, spending 600 points to summon a wave of Winged Cavalry charge in the process.

While awaiting the Winged Cavalry to assemble, Stick Brother dived into the position, smashing down a howling Wolf Person with a single hammer blow, utilizing his superior hardness as a professional Defender to activate Bloodthirsty, launching a frenzy of slaughter.

He cursed angrily while killing,

“Are these damn Wolf People insane? If you have so many troops to dispatch, why not just go attack Blackflame Mountain Pass’s positions! You’re just picking on poor old Stick here, aren’t you?

Damn it!

Underestimating me, huh? I’ll kill you bastards!

All Vampire Players, heed my command!

Activate Bloodthirsty, charge with me!

The night is our stage, kill these damn dogs!”

Happy Stick’s roar in the night made the vampire players on the chaotic western front leap into action.

They were fuming too.

The Death Arena has only 20 days; Brother Meow’s first group held out for three days, Lord Qin’s second group for three and a half days. Now, if the third battle group couldn’t hold on for five days, it meant they’d be even further from possibly competing for the championship.

After all, both the first and second groups had a reserve of support points, and everyone knew how to fight now, meaning they were very unlikely to leave a chance for the third battle group to make a comeback during the second rotation.

This time, it wasn’t about lacking in strength, just pure bad luck!

Players seething with anger are terrifying; the Vampires activated Bloodthirsty, spared no effort, and followed Happy Stick in ferociously assaulting, tearing open the Wolf People’s line. Other players joined in to support, finally holding out until the Winged Cavalry charge arrived.

Though only 50 cavalry charged, this forward and backward cooperation still sharply pressured the Wolf People, causing their assault in the night to collapse, followed by multiple stomps thoroughly burying this nighttime attack force.

Yet, out of more than 40 vampire players charging with Happy Stick, only six survived, dealing another critical blow to an already precarious number.

At dawn, even Maxim, who slaughtered all night, was struggling; Doris’s Blood Rat Assassins suffered heavy losses and had already voluntarily withdrawn from the battlefield. In the watchtower, with bloodshot eyes, Happy Stick looked at the interface showing 4007 support points, then glanced at the miserable, resting players beside him.

It was the first time he saw such grimness and frustration among the players, indicating that the brutal battle had started affecting their morale.

Alas, players without professional backgrounds have limited resilience against setbacks, and the immortal nature can’t change the precarious situation. Most importantly, it’s just the fucking third day!

His third battle group had less than 100 left; how can they hold on for the next two days?

Happy Stick knew things couldn’t go on like this.

He had to make a decision now, had to bet on the deterrent force of the Golden One in such a conflict, had to gamble that the destructive power of the Golden One could intimidate the menacing Filthy Claw clan. Otherwise, if they launch another night raid of this scale, his team would definitely be doomed.

Thus he decisively changed his steady strategy, spending all his points!

Sacrifice 4000 points!

Summon Blood Vulture Duke and Gold Stage Spiritual Overlord Lady Triss onto the battlefield!

Or don’t ask how I’m going to live after spending all the points!

If I don’t flatten you pack of Wolf People today, then I won’t live afterward! Damn it, I’ll drag you bastards down with me even if I die!