My Players Are So Fierce

But this seemingly light battle is not devoid of epic plot elements.

After all, three divine spirits are watching the war in Transylvania, and the wonderful experience of being empowered by divine power is something every player on the battlefield finds irresistible.

If we expand our thinking further, this is the final event of the beta testing phase—

The development team takes this opportunity to introduce the divine spirits that have been hinted at but never fully revealed in the story, which is a very standard move.

Besides, during the battles of the past few days, players hadn’t received the enhancement of the three gods.

They held on based on their own strength until the final battle occurred, so they have every right to be proud!

The only pity is that the three gods provide enhancement but not invincibility.

This enhancement is a boost based on one’s own abilities, so it’s actually quite difficult for newbies to survive to the final moments of such a large-scale frontal confrontation even with enhancement.

Old Qin and the 671 people beside him are all the players currently still alive.

This is the number left after the second group and the third group merged and exhausted all their reserves.

In other words, if Old Qin hadn’t accepted the offer to cooperate with Happy Stick at the time and relied solely on the second group to fight hard here, even with the three gods’ enhancement, they would have still faced total annihilation.

The Dark Mountain Jackalman template is incredibly formidable!

These creatures, crafted by the Eden District as security personnel, are born warriors.

Humans do not compare to them on the same level, even the vampire template would be crushed by these guys in terms of stats, and they are merely echoes of the Golden Age.

Not even considered a shadow.

“Choose, pick one of us four to be your final opponent in life!”

Amidst the players’ curses, Murphy stared at General Hurley and said in a deep voice:

“This is how the Transia People respond to provocation.”

“Pah!”

Faced with Murphy’s demand, Hurley spat heavily at his feet.

Its cold gaze swept across the big circle formed by the Transia People.

It could see the burning battlefield around and those compatriots fleeing under the midnight moon.

It didn’t blame those guys for being defeated by fear.

Upon seeing a group of mortal warriors adorned with the power of the three gods coming in with invincibility, even the most frenzied Wolf People would feel fear, and at this moment, Hurley earnestly wished the Wolf People also had their own god.

The Blood Scar Clan folks say the Master of Hunting shall surely be born amidst this Black Disaster…

Yes, the Master of Hunting must be born!

Otherwise, the awkward defeat it is facing now would be the future of the Wolf People.

But Murphy’s so-called mercy couldn’t let the Jackalman General feel any goodwill.

It knew well that this so-called choice was nothing more than turning itself into a Gladiator and using the last bit of its life for the amusement of these scoundrels.

Hurley did not want that to be the end of his life.

So it stood up abruptly, shouting in awkward human language:

“I won’t fight with you!

The vampire dogs, it’s not you who defeated my army, it’s these Transia People, they are true warriors even by Wolf People standards!

So, I will fight them!

I am a soldier, a Military Governor…

I wish to die on the battlefield and not in your arena for entertainment!

So, Transia People, do you dare?

Do you dare to accept the challenge from the Whip-tail Clan’s Grand Marshal?”

“Fuck!

This old guy is so arrogant, I’ll go!”

Niu Niu shouted, raising his flail and bone shield as he stepped forward.

His athletic brotherhood immediately followed, glaring unkindly at this arrogant defeated commander.

The jackal-style flail and shield in Niu Niu’s hand caught Hurley’s attention, raising an eyebrow.

These were clearly the weapons of the Bonebite Clan’s Chief, no wonder these Transia People were not afraid of them, these guys had previously engaged with the Dark Mountain Jackals and won, adopting the enemy’s weapons for their use, indeed exemplified their bold spirit.

Not just the athletes were unafraid, other players didn’t show any fear either.

Brother Cat and his brothers stepped forward from the crowd, and the two Grand Instructors of the Shadow Trace Sect certainly wouldn’t allow themselves to miss such fun; Sister Pomegranate, hidden in the shadows, coldly revealed her battle claws, eager to test how advantageous her new battle technique can be in a one-on-one duel.

“Single combat or a brawl?”

As the temporary lieutenant of Commander Old Qin, Happy Stick also stepped forward, wielding his sword and shield and called out:

“How about one side fields twenty people and fight until there’s only one standing?

Do you, the posturing hard-man Jackalman, dare?”

“Hah, a defeated commander who got knocked down four times by our Black Disaster dares to speak such big words?”

Hurley coldly smirked and waved his hand, and a jackal warrior bearing the clan banner stood up from his guard, he also rose, holding the Vam Executioner, and roared:

“We are right here, come!

Transia People, come see how long you’ll last without the support of the False God!”

Seeing the conflict about to reignite, Murphy’s eyes darted around and he stepped forward, raising a hand.

The players immediately quieted down, listening to the mainline NPC speak.

“We will show you the courage of the Transia People.”

Murphy said sternly:

“I could even let your soldiers go, have those who are already scared witless but pretending to be brave leave with your war flags, but you…

Hurley of the Whip-tail, you don’t have the option to choose whether you die as a Soldier or a Gladiator.

The ax in your hand belongs to Vam, an heirloom of Count Xike, and the supreme treasure of Transylvania!

The Fury favors warriors, so let’s end this in the way The Fury loves most.