My Players Are So Fierce

1974: Chapter 659: Wolf People: Your Suicide Attacks Are Inhumane!

1974 -659: Wolf People: Your Suicide Attacks Are Inhumane!

“Screw it!

The newbies actually blew open a corner of the fortification, that’s awesome!”

The vampire athlete Catch Shrimp, holding a telescope while observing the frontline from midair, personally saw clusters of purple-black corrosive storms light up, along with explosions from the dynamite on the outermost defenses of the Wolf People’s position, right where the newbie Jade Little Wheat first charged in.

After continuous suicide attacks, that position was blasted wide open.

This made him exclaim that today’s newbies are really fierce, much cooler than the hard-fought battles they had back in the day.

“Awesome your ass!

Still watching?

Get down there and hold the breach, let the brothers charge!”

Niu Niu flapped his wings and flew over, giving Catch Shrimp a slap on the head, then carrying his flail and heavy shield, he flew down towards the breached spot.

Not only him, but all the vampire players who could fly were also performing “death drops” towards that place.

The student party members were each partnering with an experienced melee player and dropping down, immediately facing frenzied attacks from the Wolf People defending the position.

But this breach opened up so suddenly that the Wolf People couldn’t mobilize more defenders in time.

This was just the outermost defense of their Vanguard Camp, with a large camp inside.

Who would have thought these Transylvanian maniacs would blast open the fortification with human bombs on the very first charge?

To the Wolf People, this was simply damn magical.

“Drop me down!

Quick!”

Brother Cat, who was flown up by Ayu, shouted to have Ayu throw him into the breach, but Ayu, this rascal, still had the mood to joke with Brother Cat:

“Sigh, too bad Sister Pomegranate switched to the Thorn Clan, doesn’t have wings anymore.

Otherwise, if she carried you over, you pair of deathly duo would easily start a massacre.”

“Shut up!”

Brother Cat was really pissed off now.

It’s not easy to make good-natured him angry, but the issue was, when he got someone to return the Cold Night famous sword to Pomegranate, something must have messed up because she privately messaged him calling him despicable and even blocked him…

But the thing is, Brother Cat hadn’t done anything at all!

It was completely baseless trouble.

The fire of anger in his heart needed to be released, so Brother Cat was gearing up for a big fight tonight.

Facing his reprimand, Ayu shrugged, thinking this Sword Saint is quite shy.

He folded his wings and descended rapidly, rolling and “throwing” Brother Cat out upon landing.

In midair, His Excellency the Reserve Sword Saint adjusted his posture, drew a vampire-styled warhammer, and upon landing, executed a cool Split Earth Slash.

The monk’s qi from the intense strike transformed into a ghostly hunting aura, binding the Wolf People around him in place.

Following behind, Ayu unsheathed a Sovereign-level staff sword, effortlessly and joyfully cleaving down four or five controlled Jackal Barbarians with a wide 270° slash.

Behind them, veteran players deployed as “Formation Breakers” were pushing forward with all their might.

Facing tenfold their number, they showed no fear.

The previous battle at the Fortress of Courage had long made them see these ordinary Wolf People as weaklings.

Today, the guardian of the Black Disaster’s war was the mysterious and majestic Eastern Holy Spirit, who granted players a super enhancement of 200% recovery speed for all battle resources.

This rapidly replenished warriors’ rage, mages’ spiritual energy, and monks’ qi.

They couldn’t use it up!

Ordinarily cautious about DPS and skill usage, everything was being unleashed like there’s no cost.

Even Psychics like Cheche and Gebao were playing around with Psychic Lightning strikes as basic attacks.

The seasoned Formation Breakers quickly stabilized the first breach opened by the newbies.

Seeing more and more Wolf People reinforcements arriving, Lord Qin, hovering above, decisively sent out the second wave of the Newbie Dare-to-die Team.

This wave was still 100 people!

“Our task is simple!

Charge through, beyond our Formation Breakers, then find the Wolf People, and crash into the crowd!”

The captain of the second wave of the dare-to-die team was Sister Orchid’s “rumored boyfriend” Yuan Mou, who, nurtured by the Silver Moon Group’s resources, was no longer a newbie.

He had passed the Black Iron trials and earned quite decent hunter armor.

Before leading the eager newbies to charge, he didn’t forget to remind them:

“But don’t explode yourself right away.

First, use your weapons to fight, increase your proficiency and rake in a few kills!

Before detonating the Contract Curse, remember to pull the fuse of the explosives on you, and throw all your Molotovs, since Wolf People’s fur is weak against fire!

Try to deal as much DPS as possible before dying, got it?”

“Stop bullshitting, Brother Yuan, lead us to charge!

My blood’s boiling and I’m all fired up now, let’s charge, charge!”

The “Medieval Gospel Warrior” carrying a bag of dynamite shouted.

Although a newbie in the manufacturing industry, he also wanted to gear up since he had a combat profession, not merely into manufacturing.

His shout clearly represented the thoughts of the other newbies.

After seeing with their own eyes the artillery support from the Goldenrod People aiding the first wave of suicide bombers securing the “first glory,” the rest couldn’t wait to rush in and have a big fight.

Sadly, the order of the charge was determined by lottery, and those placed last could only lament their bad luck.

“Let’s go, go, go!

Charge!”

Yuan Mou calculated the timing, and as the artillerymen at the Golden Flower territory finally adjusted the elevation of their guns, managing to deliver cannon shells precisely into the rear of the frontline to cut off Wolf People reinforcements on the third round of firing, he let out a howl, grabbing a Large Caliber Dwarf Trench Gun and leading his teammates to sprint towards their “destined place” in the splendid battlefield under artillery fire.