My Players Are So Fierce

1809: 604.

Boboke’s Second Near-Death Escape

1809: 604.

Boboke’s Second Near-Death Escape

With eyes bloodshot and his mind on edge, the Dirty Claw Chieftain rode his majestic pure white throne wolf, leading his elite clansmen and reinforcements from the Split Claw to the battlefield.

The Chieftain’s state was quite abnormal at this moment.

He stared intently at the small group of Transylvanians still resisting on the shattered land ahead, muttering under his breath as if on the verge of madness from the pressure.

Commonly known as rage, exasperation, and a breakdown after hitting a mental barrier.

This can be understood.

Since Military Governor Hurley demanded with righteousness that the Dirty Claw clan be responsible for conquering the Blood Flag Heights, the Chieftain who always prided himself on cunning had already lost nearly 2000 elites in this godforsaken place.

Even though his clan had thrived under the Split Claw clan, losing 2000 elites was still a headache-inducing sacrifice.

Moreover, the elites of the Dirty Claw clan are refined using the Secret Technique of the Wolf People, making their training more costly than ordinary elite Barbarian Soldiers and hunters.

The Dirty Claw Chieftain was an ambitious man who knew that every elite in his clan had to be put to good use to seize more advantages and climb higher amidst the Black Disaster.

But to have his hard-trained warriors wiped out by Triss’s unexpected Lightning Storm in the Transylvanians’ clever traps, would be unacceptable to any ambitious leader.

Even more terrifying than the loss of his men was the death order from the Split Claw Matriarch, who had always looked down upon him.

She demanded that the Dirty Claw Chieftain must resolve the shame brought upon the Wolf People by the Blood Flag Heights and advance near the Blackflame Mountain Pass before the arrival of the Split Claw army, or risk being turned into voodoo puppets.

The Dirty Claw Chieftain knew from experience that the Matriarch’s ruthless methods were real threats.

He realized that the Split Claw clan had deemed him an eyesore, turning him into cannon fodder just as he had previously used Boboke and deserters for the same purpose, a cruel method necessary to achieve a goal.

It’s a matter of seeking life in the face of death, it must be taken seriously!

And when the Meteorite Skill descended and flattened the Transylvanian defenses, it seemed all threats had vanished.

But the damned Transylvanians clearly had no plans to give up—they were like unkillable cockroaches, able to counterattack even after the meteorite decimated the land.

Even though there were less than twenty of them left, clearly his elite Wolf People could wipe them all out in one sweep, destroying the provocative war flag forever, but it couldn’t be done!

Any Wolf Person with half a brain should realize something was off upon seeing the burning blade in Natalie’s hand, especially when a rare Divine Spirit bestows blessings on the battlefield and sends chosen ones to fight.

It was absurd to attempt to use overwhelming numbers to crush the servants of the Divine Spirit.

Would such a great Divine Spirit stand idly by as you kill his chosen ones?

Where would his face be put?

It’s time to retreat!

But the problem was that the Dirty Claw Chieftain didn’t want to die, and he believed he could turn the tide.

“Charge!

Follow me!”

Riding his throne wolf, the Chieftain shouted in a piercing, sharp voice.

He brandished his Chieftain’s staff, casting his proficient voodoo enhancements onto his clansmen, making them stronger and more berserk, suppressing their rationality and enabling them to dare follow him to attack the ruthlessly executing White Knight.

That one is merely of silver rank, I can control her!

As long as his soldiers could take out the remaining Transylvanians completely, as long as they could destroy that still-flying Blood Flag, he would achieve life in the face of death!

When the voodoo-gleaming Chieftain’s battle flag finally appeared on the battlefield, the demoralized Dirty Claw Wolf People swiftly regrouped.

The battlefield aura from the Chieftain’s flag once again applied the Bloodlust Skill on them, squeezing out their fear and reigniting their bloodlust.

With their absolute numerical superiority, they roared forward like an overwhelming tsunami, as the voodoo hunters in formation shot toxic bone arrows at the vampires in the sky.

In mere seconds, several vampire players were hit and fell, striking a heavy blow to the already dwindling first battalion.

Yan Song, standing with a battle flag, was already calling for Lord Qin’s second battalion to quickly enter the battlefield and relieve the front lines.

He saw clearly that although President Natalie, bursting with berserk energy, was holding the formation, the White Knight was ultimately just one person.

Despite her killing prowess, she couldn’t withstand the full-force assault of the Dirty Claw clan.

Those elite Wolf People formations charged like a dark sweeping tide, even the giant shark under Vam’s gaze retreated step by step under their pressure.

“Score!

Yan Song, we’re at 1200 points now, quickly summon two waves of Winged Cavalry!”

Little Wei Ming’s scream echoed in the team framework, jolting the anxious Yan Song back to his senses.

He immediately invested the final support points to summon Winged Cavalry Surge X2.

This wasn’t aimed at inflicting damage or defeat, but to buy time for Lord Qin’s second battalion to enter the formation for defense.

In the contested zone ahead, Natalie was still slashing left and right.

But she was already surrounded by elite Wolf People, hindered by various spells personally cast by the Dirty Claw Chieftain.

The president of the Adventurers’ Guild felt like she was stuck in a quagmire, unable to move.

She could protect herself, but the remaining players, less than ten, could not.