My Players Are So Fierce

Whether NPCs are reliable or not has always been a mystical question.

After all, in most role-playing games, NPCs possess the very unscientific “bold and timid dual nature.”

When the plot requires them to shine, these NPCs are unbelievably fierce, but in plots that don’t belong to them, they’re so fragile that they can be attacked by ghouls while going out to relieve themselves and then get killed by a farmer with a pitchfork.

In this cursed game “Real Different World,” such terrible situations have been reduced somewhat.

Those fierce NPCs remain fierce, like Sir Murphy, the protector of the aliens, a noble main storyline NPC.

As of now, in the plot, Governor Murphy has yet to encounter a tragic defeat, and naturally, no player has seen Sir Murphy’s “defeat artwork.”

But there are indeed NPCs with the attribute of “strong and weak coexistence,” the most typical being The Grand Duke of Triss.

This well-known Drunkard Archduke usually refrains from any battles, looking like a dried-up vampire salted fish who would rather lie down than stand up.

However, on the rare occasions when The Grand Duke of Triss does fight, he achieves “domination-level” results, offering a glimpse of the super strong persona hidden beneath the salted fish facade.

But the problem is, getting The Grand Duke of Triss onto the battlefield is very difficult.

Back when the game first started, a player tried to “kite” an Elite Ghoul over to The Grand Duke of Triss, but the strong Triss screamed at the sight of the ghoul and immediately called for the Duke’s Guard to protect him.

In general, players rarely pin their hopes on NPCs for victory, but in last night’s situation, they couldn’t afford to be picky.

As it turns out, Maxim, this NPC, is indeed quite fierce.

He and Lionea alone took down the Split Claw General and its guard force of nearly a hundred, ultimately achieving the great feat of capturing the flag and killing the general.

Of course, Maxim achieving such a miracle with the Body of Iron couldn’t possibly be without damage.

In fact, ten minutes after the Split Claw General’s death, Maxim was urgently transported back to Shadow Valley by the players’ teleporters Mengha and Honest Dog Egg.

He is a vampire.

But he lost half of his blood in battle.

If it weren’t for the tenacious physique of the monster lord, he would’ve probably died from excessive blood loss, earning the ignominious title of “Vampire’s Shame” along the way.

However, last night’s triumphant adventure was indeed a solid victory.

Lord Hether received the report first thing in the dawn and sent the elf Rangers to investigate.

The cold Ranger captain Dimes Goldleaf personally rode the Wind Eagle around the werewolf vanguard’s position, bringing back the news that the entire position was ablaze, fueled by the piled werewolf corpses there.

It was clear that the madmen of Transylvania had accomplished another jaw-dropping feat.

But the cost they paid was horrifying.

Out of 1600 newbies, over 1400 logged out, and only more than 300 veteran players returned.

This casualty rate exceeded 75%, and the 1000 People’s Army soldiers who charged with Maxim all perished around the Split Claw General’s main tent.

Of course, the Blood Vulture Clan also gained 1000 brave members because of this.

This news made even The Grand Duke of Triss far away in the Crimson Castle celebrate by drinking two extra bottles of wine.

Their deaths bought the demise of ten times their number in enemies.

Though most of the dead were gnolls, the loss of werewolves was indeed appalling, as an entire vanguard position was burned down, and just the supplies stored there would be enough to make the leaders of the Pī zhǎo Clan spit blood.

Undoubtedly, this will directly change the urgent situation currently facing the Blackflame Mountain Pass.

But what Lord Hether thinks, and how her warriors will view this, remains to be seen, because another event almost simultaneously occurred in last night’s battle.

“Oh my God, how am I going to explain this to Count Leon?”

In the field hospital behind the Maginot Line, Biqi, still wearing blood-stained armor, paced anxiously at the doorway of the ward.

Sitting beside her was the weakened Knight of LiWen, who, although uninjured, was almost blind and continually coughing—a picture of someone needing their throat poked and quarantined for half a month.

This was because the Knight of LiWen took a risk last night, accepting the Divine Power of the Eastern Holy Spirit for victory.

Her personal strength and status didn’t qualify her to be a full Divine Chosen, at most a reserve Divine Chosen.

But last night, the Eastern Holy Spirit was quite generous, allowing LiWen to bear pressure her rank shouldn’t have handled.

To only suffer temporary blindness and body weakness was already a great outcome.

This continent never lacks tragic stories of those recklessly channeling Divine Power and directly bursting from it.

This also fully shows that the Knight of LiWen’s standing in the eyes of the Eastern Holy Spirit is rising, and last night’s “primary divine descent” was spectacular enough that if it were in the Kalem Ancient Country, the Royal Sky Watch Observatory would surely give her the title of “Daughter of the Dragon God.”

“Calm down, Biqi, stop pacing, your armor noise is making my ears hurt.”

Weakly leaning there, LiWen said:

“Colonel Fraser will be fine.

Lady Natalie personally examined his condition.

It’s just excessive blood loss and being harmed by impure weapons, which only requires a purification spell to…”

“Easy for you to say!

If something truly happens, you can escape to Calum Ancient Country with your father’s connections.

My entire family is in Anjou Province; if the Cape Family loses an heir, the Eleville family will be the first to be angered.”