My Players Are So Fierce

Crow Brother uncomfortably moved his shoulder a bit.

He knew he couldn’t stay in the Avalon Cathedral of Crimson Castle any longer. Recently, the God of Nature seemed to have genuinely taken notice of him. He felt that continuing to “bewitch hearts” here might lead to trouble. It’s more convenient to be far away from the high emperor to reconstruct the overly primitive theological system on this continent.

That’s right!

Crow’s goal was to reshape the system and doctrine of the Avalon Church.

He wanted to reorganize this newly born yet still decaying church according to his own ideas and study “divine spirit” to figure out what the hell these things were…

Most importantly, what kind of peculiar connection exists between the gods and humans in this world?

He was really curious about this.

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The destructive power a Golden One held on the battlefield was indeed remarkable!

On the afternoon of Lady Triss’s discreet entry into the Blood Flag Heights, the Filthy Claw clan launched another charge on the heights. This time, the Filthy Claw Chieftain was very confident. After consuming the elite forces of several small clans attached to it in last night’s battle, it had pushed the defenses of the heights to their most vulnerable stage.

It was confident enough to destroy this damned obstacle in the first wave of today’s charge.

However, after the 1,500 elite forces of the Filthy Claw clan surged from all directions up to the highlands, they saw no resistance from the defenders. It wasn’t until they reached the base of the highlands, just one step away from that damned Blood Flag, that a terrifying lightning storm suddenly struck them from above.

With her own power, Triss stirred the winds and clouds, causing the weather above to undergo small changes.

Under the eerie wind and the mist of dark clouds, the dancing arcs of lightning swept across the battlefield like a dense net under the control of the Spiritual Overlord. Every arc dropping from high above would paralyze those wolf people with an unavoidable electric shock; the unlucky ones would even have their skulls pierced directly.

Although Triss, as a vampire Spiritual Overlord, was better at lightning spells than blood spiritual energy, which was somewhat strange, considering Triss herself wasn’t a vampire who played by the rules. Thus, no one dared to question Triss, who now manipulated the weather like a female thunder god, on the battlefield.

This lightning storm was just the beginning.

It was Triss’s method to trap the wolf people who entered the battlefield, followed by a night curtain that blocked their escape route, and finally, a corrosive wind swept across the battlefield, mixed with the Flame Strike Skill and the Dagger Cloud.

It was like a battlefield lesson in psychic spells, making a group of psychic players shout, “Triss, my god.”

In less than twenty minutes, the elite forces of the Filthy Claw were nearly annihilated.

As Stick Brother, finally relieved, proudly led the equally boosted players out to cut heads in the stronghold, the Filthy Claw Chieftain, watching the battlefield from another location, felt a chill in his entire being.

He knew that no matter what, he couldn’t take down this damned highland.

“Retreat… retreat!”

The sulky chieftain instinctively clutched a pendant on his chest, but he dared not look back at the brutal battlefield reflected in the crystal ball in front of him. He waved his claw weakly, causing Boboke beside him to widen his eyes.

But then, a sense of glee welled up in Boboke’s heart.

Military Governor Hurley cursed him for losing face for the country, only sending warriors to their deaths, scolding him as a disgrace to the wolf people. But guess what? When a more powerful elite Filthy Claw clan came, they couldn’t take this stronghold either, could they?

What does this indicate?

This indicates that Lord Boboke is not a useless person!

If I were useless, then the highly-praised filthy Claw Chieftain is also useless.

Hey, the enemy is too strong; it has nothing to do with my command.

Yay.

Finally, a reason to cleanse my shame.

However, Boboke clearly rejoiced too early.

Just as the Filthy Claw clan was preparing to retreat, a wolf person messenger riding a bipedal dragon landed on their stronghold, bringing the Claw Chief Mother’s orders to the Filthy Claw clan’s chieftain.

The order was so simple it was heart-wrenching.

The Claw Chief Mother’s army was already advancing toward the Blackflame Mountain Pass. She heard about the situation here and harbored doubts about the Filthy Claw clan’s strength.

The Matriarch’s intention was that if the mysterious Blood Flag Heights was still standing by the time she arrived at the Blackflame Mountain Pass, then the Filthy Claw Chieftain and her clan would have to consider living the rest of their lives in a more useful form.

This order completely blocked the Filthy Claw clan’s possibility of retreat.

Especially for that furious chieftain.

Because he relied on the Claw Chief Mother’s clan to grow and thrive, he understood her violent temperament better. His clan was finished, overflowing with resources from affiliations over the past few decades, now was the time to regurgitate all the good things they’ve eaten.

Boboke also looked desperate.

If the Filthy Claw Chieftain couldn’t resist the Claw Chief Mother, then a mere defeated Military Governor like him had no second path other than dying here.

However, that Claw Chief Mother didn’t completely shut them down. She promised the Filthy Claw clan she would send a spell-casting force to aid in battle in three days.

But what good would that do?

The other side had a Golden One in control!

Unless the Claw Chief Mother personally came, otherwise, the highland was as stable as Mount Tai. Speaking of which, those Golden Rankers of Transylvania truly had no shame! Not guarding their own territory, but coming to the frontlines, doing what? Is massacring us these weak soldiers amusing to you? Did your Midnight Mother grant you such power just to punch through the Dark Mountain Range’s kindergarten? Why not do something to save or destroy the world to amuse yourself?

Damn! Our wolf people’s strong ones wouldn’t barricade your boot camp gates for a slaughter either.

What a shameless disgrace.

Spit!

Even wolf people despised this.

Yet fate is quite miraculous. Just two desperate days later, the Filthy Claw Chieftain suddenly received news that made his fur stand on end.

“What did you say?”

The Filthy Claw Chieftain looked at the reporting Boboke with surprise; the latter appeared equally incredulous. He wasn’t entirely sure about the secret information from Nash, but had no other choice than to report with a thick face:

“The Golden Vampire Spiritual Overlord retreated, she withdrew with those remnants. Many tribes saw it! The new legion of Transia rotated into the Blood Flag Heights, and they’re all frail ordinary people.

Not a single Golden One or even a Silver Ranker!

Your underling priests also confirmed this; they’re courting death!

Chieftain, now is the best opportunity to capture that place!

Charge, chieftain!

This is our last chance to cleanse the shame and survive before the arrival of the Claw Chief Mother. You must consider the fate of your people.”

Ps:

Thanks to “Maple Leaf Real Person” brother for the Alliance Hierarch’s reward, the extra chapter will be given next month.