My Players Are So Fierce

After dawn, the surviving players of Transylvania were actively clearing the tunnels left by the gnolls on the second and third lines of defense.

These tunnels, though not as complex as those dug by the ratmen previously, each stronghold averaged no fewer than ten branches, and many gnolls and wolf people who hadn’t managed to escape were hiding inside.

The Dwarf captain with a shield sent by Lord Hether issued a clearing task.

It was supposed to be a very dangerous job, because even the most perceptive elves could be ambushed and attacked by prepared wolf people or gnolls in the dark tunnels, and human physiques weren’t very convenient for moving within the tunnels.

Therefore, the Blood Covenant Followers were not too willing to take this job, and their commander preferred to have the Earth Priest come over and simply blow up these harmful tunnels, but the Transia People accepted them enthusiastically.

Chen Long and Piggy found out the reward from the Dwarf captain with a shield for the task, learning that clearing just one tunnel could earn several sets of dwarf chainmail, and the shield dwarves provided trench guns and bullets for free, he immediately gathered his seven or eight brothers who had entered the game and a group of newbies eager to “get rich.”

Then, under the wide-eyed gaze of the Retinue Army, these highly spirited fellows, wielding crude weapons, charged into the tunnels.

Their attitude seemed less like taking on a suicide mission, more like getting a great deal.

The thought patterns of the Transia People were really hard to comprehend, even the wise ones on the stronghold had given up trying to understand their thoughts, yet even the snobbiest Retinue Army and official members of the Blood Covenant Clan had to admit their courage and willpower were truly remarkable.

Additionally, Captain Lionea, who was sent to support the battle in Transylvania, finally returned low-profile to the ranks of the Blood Covenant Clan.

She originally thought she would be sent back to the Second Lord, but unexpectedly Lord Hether detained her under the pretext of “lacking outstanding commanders at Blackflame Mountain Pass” and assigned her a series of strange tasks.

Strange, because these tasks were all simple, easy, yet credited actions.

Generally, we would call these tasks “gilded mode” or “reputation farming mode.”

Lionea was not stupid at all.

She immediately realized this was surely some kind of advantage that Lord Morphy had secured for her through his influence, aimed at boosting her prestige in the Blood Covenant Clan and eventually gaining Lord Paryen’s approval and magnanimous release.

And Lord Morphy did this not only because Transylvania needed a Ranger General, but also because Sir Morphy valued his “rumored boyfriend” General Maxim.

The righteous Bow Knight originally wanted to denounce this private exchange of favors, but she couldn’t voice her refusal when she thought of His Excellency Maxim’s repeated privates invitations.

Yet Lionea also knew that she couldn’t catch Lord Paryen’s eye with just these “gilded tasks.”

To earn herself a vial of Origin Blood, she would have to accomplish genuine achievements, which was beyond Morphy or Maxim’s intervention.

Alas, in this chaotic and helpless era, even in the name of love, one must first pass the test to approach the cherished.

Of course, the arrangements for Lady Lionea were just something Morphy did casually.

What he could do for this lady was limited, most of it depended on her own and Mark’s efforts, and although the battle at Blackflame Mountain Pass had temporarily ended, Morphy’s actions were still ongoing.

To be precise, it was Morphy’s personal actions, not involving the general strategy and specific tactics of the mountain pass stronghold.

Lord Hether was determined to rely on himself to reclaim the first line of defense, and Morphy, being so clever, smoothly disappeared from the front battlefield upon realizing the determination of the Dwarf Lord, and he was conducting a “hunt” under daylight.

“Hmm, these guys are really arrogant, always thinking that because they’re numerous, they don’t need to hide, always thinking that when the Black Disaster occurs, the whole continent has to make way for them, how foolish, how arrogant.”

At this moment, the Vampire Governor perching on a tree, holding a mechanical version of Night’s Luck, was aiming in a standard kneeling pose, locking onto a group of wolf people advancing hundreds of meters away.

These guys were extraordinary.

Leading the group was one riding a majestic black Throne Wolf, clad in clan military governor armor unmistakably of exceptional quality.

And surrounding him were eight elite wolf people, including Barbarian Soldiers, hunters, even a Hunting Priest following, a standard combat formation allowing these nine elite wolf people to face over five times their enemies yet retreat unscathed.

Morphy had chased from the fleeing soldiers of Blackflame Mountain Pass all the way here, like an experienced hunter finally locking on a prey worth pursuing, the “Big Fish.”

In Morphy’s scope, he could see the flag behind the opponent’s Throne Wolf with a blood-stained wolf claw extending sharp blades, very conspicuous, it was the insignia of the Split Claw Clan.

Proving that this Silver Elite General was one of the vanguard commanders of the Split Claw Clan.

Last night’s Blackflame Mountain Pass attack definitely had a share of its “credit.”

Of course, Morphy had no personal grievance with this guy, he focused on this wolf person not because of the guy’s arrogant marching posture, but simply because of the “systemic tasks.”

His silver trial required independently hunting down over five Silver Elites and drinking blood, what more suitable scene than the Black Disaster to complete this task?