My Players Are So Fierce

Speaking of which, have you thought about your career direction after reaching the Silver tier, Lady Shui? Are you planning to continue on the Oak Sage’s healing path, or are you thinking about switching to the White Knight?”

“I’m torn too.”

Lady Shui played with the seeds of the Man-eating Giant Flower in her hand and sighed:

“My husband wants me to stay as a healer, saying he’ll turn into a bear to protect me later, but to be honest, I’ve grown tired of healing all the time. I’ve almost mastered the Rejuvenation Skill and healing spells to perfection. Though I don’t disapprove of it, I occasionally want to experience the thrill of frontline combat.”

“Why not swap roles then?”

Brother Meow suggested mischievously:

“You could switch to the White Knight as a hybrid Defender, and let your husband choose the Nature Walker path in the Druid class to be the healer. He protects you in real life, and you protect him in the game. Don’t you think that’s interesting?

Besides, with your persona, once you put on armor and wield a giant sword, tsk tsk, that Miss Biqi would have to step aside. You’re the most beautiful knight in Transylvania!”

“Ah, what a great idea!”

Lady Shui’s eyes lit up, clapping her hands:

“The White Knight also has some healing abilities, can fight and heal. My husband choosing a healing class won’t affect the Silver Moon Group’s battle system, and it would add another Defender to share Orchid’s burden.

Although I know you suggested this for the fun of it, thanks anyway, Brother Meow.”

“Haha, it’s all about helping others for fun, that’s a given, a given.”

Brother Meow laughed carefreely, waved his hand, and took a bag of Vampire Vines to the front line. He didn’t plant these dangerous plants on the outskirts but along the already tall Wolf People skull tower at the center of Blood Flag Heights.

To be honest, it’s been twelve days since the first heads were thrown here, and the stench is unbelievable!

However, players could adjust their sensory settings so it wasn’t too much of an issue, and veterans like Brother Meow, who sacrificed their sense of smell for combat power during the Ghoul hunts in the Crimson Castle sewers, were already used to it.

For those veteran players who survived the “mountain of corpses and sea of blood,” their mental resilience was hardened to near numbness. What’s there to fear from a bunch of Wolf People heads?

The game’s helmet came with high-tech “cognitive filtering” and “mental correction” programs, or else their experiences by now could have spawned a group of dangerous sociopaths with lethal skills.

The evening of Brother Meow’s first group rotation at Blood Flag Heights, about two hours after the seeds were buried along the battlefield, the Dirty Claw Wolf People graciously launched a probing attack.

The number of Wolf People was small, only about three hundred, divided into two directions advancing towards the heights.

It was mainly to probe whether the dangerous Golden One was still on the heights, laying the information groundwork for tomorrow’s full-scale attack.

These guys came just in time.

Carrying Vam the Decapitator, Brother Meow stood atop the Watchtower, observing the enemy’s movement. Players of the first brigade had fought a defensive battle before; they weren’t newbies, though the more than one hundred new recruits added recently were quite restless.

But the veteran players who’d been through battle were their backbone, anchoring them in the trenches, preventing them from recklessly charging out to engage in wasteful battles.

Brother Meow maintained his composure.

Only when those Wolf People entered the combat zone and rapidly approached the vicinity of the heights on the Throne Wolves did he put down the binoculars. Under the gaze of a few player Commanders behind him, this cunning civilian took a deep breath, knelt half-prayer posture on the Watchtower.

He adopted the Avalon Church’s prayer stance, reciting a modified prayer by Crow Brother while shouting a vulgar cry in his heart for Avalon’s Boss to lend him a hand.

After a prayer and communication ritual of several seconds, Brother Meow’s previously learned Divine Arts: Natural Inspiration activated! The fluttering Spiritual Energy transformed into a verdant wind revolving from him and quickly extended across the battlefield.

Amidst the newbie players’ astonished cries, the previously buried seeds began to sprout and bloom at ten times the natural growth speed under the influence of Divine Arts. Many of those seeds were botanical, and under the spell’s effect, in the blink of an eye, they blanketed the barren land with a lush carpet of green.

There were also various strange Treants and Vine creatures prematurely matured, moving their bodies as they extended root-like legs.

But Brother Meow’s prayer wasn’t finished yet.

He sustained the Divine Arts operation until the entire Blood Flag Heights battlefield was covered in natural greenery. This spell had no offensive capability, only accelerating seed maturation and terrain transformation… indeed!

Transforming the terrain!

Turning Battle Flag Heights from barren land to the preferred terrain of Nature Walkers, this was exactly Brother Meow’s tactic for this battle. Avalon Cultists or warriors using natural powers could gain up to a 30% power boost in this preferred terrain, almost as if they were on steroids.

And this was just the beginning.

Brother Meow wasn’t the only one who learned Divine Arts. The Big Bird Spinning Team completed Avalon’s Boss’s missionary task during the Holy Blood Festival, so every member learned a type of Divine Arts. Even Lady Shui learned two auxiliary Divine Arts with Brother Meow’s gifting.

While Brother Meow was transforming the terrain, Three Five Battles on the heights was also guiding Divine Arts in a White Knight’s half-kneeling prayer posture.