My Players Are So Fierce

“Follow me shortly to kill the Split Claw General and personally take its head.

You’ll also have to personally destroy the command flag on this position.”

“Come on, Mark, I know what I need to do.”

Lady Lionea was still not quite accustomed to such “achievements delivered to the door” situations, but tonight was indeed different.

The fierce battle before her made her fully understand that the Transia People were advancing this strategic, haphazard yet resolute battle at the risk of complete annihilation.

She was not here to gild her name on the list of merits.

The mission she was undertaking was not an easy one.

Yet, at this moment, this assertive Bow Knight couldn’t help but mock her timid “rumored boyfriend”, she whispered:

“When you, an Iron Elite, are escorting me, a Silver Archer, could you please not show that dreadful air of dominance?

You know, most of the time, I’m the one protecting you.”

“Tonight is different.”

Maxim was not as silent as usual; he warned:

“Tonight is an ambush!

This is a military adventure that should not be carried out.

I understand the warriors reached here for interests, but if their strategy succeeds, it will bring a revolutionary change to the battle.

We are all part of this plan.

And we bear the most important and dangerous part of the plan; you must be prepared.

I don’t deny I have my personal interests here, but for this reason, I can’t bring failure to my master.

It would make me feel small in the destined great and rising Blood Vulture Clan.”

“What did you just say I should prepare for?”

Lionea placed an Elf Warblade at her waist, brushed her hair, and asked.

Maxim glanced at her, helped her with the war helmet of the Blood Covenant Clan, and whispered:

“Prepare to die here!

Let me clarify in advance, I will not retreat a single step before grasping victory with my own hands!

This is my oath of loyalty pledged to Sir Murphy, and it’s time to fulfill it.

If you die, I will remember you for a lifetime.

If I die, I hope you will do the same.”

The Bow Cavalry was silent for a while; she knew these terrible lines were the extent of what Maxim could say.

She turned back to glance at the soldiers who were making their final preparations for the assault.

The elite People’s Army brought out by Maxim had no deserters, no clamor or noise.

They were silently organizing their gear, each with a small syringe made by Half-body Men attached to their belts.

Lionea knew it contained diluted Origin blood, and when these soldiers sensed death approaching, they would unhesitatingly use it to transform themselves from humans into members of the Blood Vulture Clan.

After dying in battle as humans, they would use vampire power to offer a second loyalty to their homeland and lord.

The transformation speed of Origin blood into the Blood race is very fast, but lacking the compulsory constraint of the Blood Covenant creates very “dangerous” free vampires viewed by other clans.

This ancient and expensive tradition is no longer used by any clan in these times.

However, Murphy rediscovered this nearly forgotten tradition during the Black Disaster.

That unique Vampire Lord hated the initial embrace; he intended to mold a new, nobler tradition for the Blood Vulture Clan using this method in the war, more terrifying to enemies.

Each member of the New Blood Vulture is a seasoned elite soldier, guaranteeing the New Blood Vulture Clan has the steadfastness, goals, and courage unmatched by the seven Elder Clans.

Murphy’s vision for his clan’s future is even stronger and more aggressive than the current Blood Covenant Clan!

It’s really hard to imagine what Murphy intends to do with such a vampire army?

Lionea keenly sensed that perhaps this time in the Black Disaster, not only will the continent’s situation change, but the ancient traditions and balance maintained by the vampire clans for a thousand years will also change together.

“They’re charging!”

Maxim took his vulture war helmet from an aide and buckled it on his head.

Pointing forward, Lionea turned back and saw hundreds of newbies with explosives strapped on them screaming as they charged towards the chaotic battlefield that could never be breached under artillery cover.

She saw the new recruits, who couldn’t even grip their swords properly, drink the toxins, then disregard any danger by merging into the furious Gnolls to hurl explosives and Molotov cocktails.

She also saw them often activate that “last fight” curse before their lives ended, turning their lives into dazzling fireworks to blast forward the path for their comrades behind.

Lionea knew that curse, it was the warlock’s method.

No one on the continent would use such madness, but that vile power had been mastered by the Transia People and used to fight their enemies.

Whether they truly feared nothing, the Bow Knight could not confirm.

But at least on this battlefield, those guys called “newbies” were undoubtedly the bravest group.

Even the soldiers under Maxim’s command looked at those brave souls stepping into the death zone with respect, even longing.

Of course, though the name is “newbies”, when surrounded by Wolf People and Gnolls, shouting slogans to trigger the curse and showing ferocious faces is definitely not cute at all!

One newbie after another plunged into the lines held tight by the Wolf People and Gnolls, like eggs smashing against a wall.