My Players Are So Fierce

1928: Chapter 643: Tsk, Like We Haven’t Been Young Before?

1928 -643: Tsk, Like We Haven’t Been Young Before?

It must be destroyed!

This is the will of the Claw Chief Mother!

“Go!

Kill all the dwarves and humans!

Flatten this land of shame!”

The Jackalman General holding a War Halberd roared on top of the Bipedal Dragon.

The elite assailants it led leaped down from the dragon’s back, starting a brutal battle with the dwarf elite guarding the small area on the top of the tower, as for the General itself, it grinned and maneuvered the dragon closer to the Blood Banner in the center of the tower.

It intended to sever this thing and bring it back to the clan as a symbol of its own valor and strength!

What the Filthy Claw clan and Whip-tail Clan couldn’t achieve, it would personally fulfill!

And the shameful failure of Hurley would become a stepping stone for climbing higher ranks!

“Hahaha!

The Chieftains will reward me for this!”

Laughing, this guy leapt down, landing right under the Blood Banner, and raised the War Halberd intending to swing it down fiercely, but before it could act, a strange “whistling” sounded.

Looking up, in the early morning darkness, a slender figure descended from the sky.

The two exquisite wings flapped not for flying but to adjust the angle of descent to form a deadly “Death from Above” tactic.

Thorns combat gauntlets on its hands extended sharp claws, in a ghost-like “jump,” the descending Sister Pomegranate appeared behind the General.

Shadow Step, Spirit Machine Slash, Throat Cutting combined in sequence, plus an assassination technique bonus, instantly tore open the General’s neck guard, nearly cutting its throat dangerously.

The General tried to retreat in panic and anger, only to be hit by a ferociously powerful and chilling Winter Wolf Steel Fist from the charging Pomegranate.

Centering the chest, the impact was so forceful that it lost balance, and amidst a frantic scream, it fell off the tower into the Iron Hammer Guard attack led by Little Wei Ming flying down.

This height was evidently insufficient to kill a battle-hardened Jackalman General.

But it had bad luck, its head hit the ground’s shattered bricks during the fall, blood streaming from its scalp as it struggled to get up, only to see a well-built, long-haired half-elf aiming a shotgun at it.

“No!

This isn’t…”

“Bang”

Lady Cowboy quickly fired, fearing this Jackalman monster might stage a Second Stage Transformation and burst in to strangle everyone.

She didn’t know both bullets loaded were Burnt gold bullets.

However, it didn’t hinder the bullets under lethal shooting skill to precisely hit the eye socket of the unlucky Jackalman General, raising its head in blood spray, scrambling its brain into a mosaic, even the toughest Jackalman must meet its end here.

If it knew it was killed by a level 1 newbie just entering Transylvania for a little over an hour, this Jackalman General might have gone to cry before The Master of Hunting claiming the enemy cheated.

“Wow!

Mom, you stole the prey from Little Pomegranate and me!”

A shadow swooshed down, startling Lady Cowboy, she raised her gun to aim, only to see her beloved daughter flapping strange red wings hovering in the air looking at her.

Little Wei Ming still had uncontrollable worry on her face, but after seeing Mom’s extremely valiant shot kill a Jackalman General, she immediately felt pride and glory for her mom.

“You little rascal!”

Lady Judy let out a sigh of relief, dropped her gun, and rushed to embrace her daughter.

She was really frightened by this strange experience over the past hour.

The main concern was the game being too realistic, making her feel like she actually fought a battle.

“No need to fear everyone!”

Held by Mom, Little Wei Ming peeked out from Lady Cowboy’s shoulder, shouting to the newbies behind:

“We’re here to help, these Jackalmen and Gnolls are dead today, look, they’re all coming down.”

The exhausted and frightened newbies dumbly looked up, seeing winged shadows descending from the night sky.

While swiftly descending, the whistles emitted sharp sounds like ghostly cries, and fierce figures holding weapons began slaughtering amongst the retreating Gnolls and Jackalmen groups.

The dwarves atop shouted even louder with that embarrassing cry of “Transsia Madmen are here!

We’re saved!”

Thus, for the first time, newbies truly realized the prestigious reputation established by “seniors” here, ah, are you the renowned Transsia Madmen?

Really, like thunder piercing the ear.