My Players Are So Fierce

Murphy was going berserk tonight.

Under the blessings of midnight, the vampires’ combat strength increased to a terrifying level.

Although the Wolf People were skilled at night battles, their Gnoll Servants needed rest at night, causing chaos during surprise attacks and significantly reducing their daytime destructive power.

The Blood Vulture Clan led the charge, quickly followed by the assassins of the Thorn Clan.

Their targets were crystal clear; they disdained assassinating ordinary Wolf People.

Under Vista’s command, the White Mountain Assassins aimed solely at the Hunting Priests who could cast the Bloodlust Skill.

In the night, the Thorn Night Walkers were the most dangerous assassins on the continent, without exception.

With their passive stealth talent, any Hunting Priests targeted by them had no chance of escape.

Compared to these classy assassins, the pirates of the Blood Fear Clan were less particular.

They favored battles where they had the upper hand, targeting the chaotic Gnolls since the Hunting Priests wouldn’t waste their valuable “Remote Resistance Totems” on Gnoll cannon fodder, resulting in merciless slaughter after the Blood Fear Pirates stormed into the ruins of position two.

The vampires were determined to reclaim their positions, and with a powerhouse like Triss, a Golden Psychic casting spells, achieving this was quite easy.

But Lord Hether was also a vampire.

Upon hearing that the Blood Vulture, Blood Fear, and Thorn Clans were united at the front, she quickly brought the elite Blood Knights of the Blood Covenant Clan to join the “grand event.”

Lord Hether was evidently more ambitious than Murphy; she hoped to take advantage of the night to break into position one and reclaim it.

But that was clearly impossible.

Even if two Golden Ones were holding the fort, assaulting the now fully occupied and fortified position one by the Wolf People was not so easy.

The two armies had entered a close-quarters, knife-bayonet confrontation, and position two became the frontline contested by both sides.

Every trench, crater, and underground tunnel became a battlefield for them.

The Wolf People’s Commander was evidently cunning.

Knowing that such a tangled front line could nullify Blackflame Mountain Pass’s firepower advantage, no matter how reckless Lord Hether was, she couldn’t possibly shell her own troops, thus making this close-range death battle a perfect scenario to exploit the Wolf People’s numerical superiority.

The vampire barrier shrouding position three was a significant problem, but once the Claw Chief Mother arrived, it would surely be eradicated.

The Wolf People just needed to wait!

The connection between Blackflame Mountain Pass and the outside world had been completely severed, trapping them here.

The Blood Covenant Clan and their allies either had to retreat or face the impact of Black Disaster on this deadly terrain.

“Bang”

At dawn, on position two, Major Ron, who was invited over for a “hunt,” used one hand to grip a large-caliber Dwarf Revolver, blowing apart the head of a Fallen Wolf People assassin knocked down before him.

The major, enjoying the kill, boasted to the soldiers following him:

“That’s the 100th Wolf People I’ve taken down at Blackflame Mountain Pass!”

“Oh, sure, Major,”

a veteran carrying a trench gun teased:

“That’s at most the 30th.

Of course, if you include Iron Hand Captain’s record, it might barely reach 100.

Or perhaps you’re counting the Gnoll heads?

What kind of aristocratic merit system are you using?”

“Shut it, you bastard!

Can’t I brag a bit?”

Ron cursed back, making the group of weathered veterans burst into laughter.

The vanguard he led consisted of elite troops picked from the Exploration Corps.

Though not as powerful as vampires, nor possessing the fearless nature of otherworldly beings, they excelled in combat skills and teamwork.

A squad of Goldenrod Vanguard securing advantageous ground could easily repel enemies several times their number.

Of course, the veterans weren’t just joking.

Compared to the embarrassing Major Ron, who twisted his own foot in a fall, his adjutant, Iron Hand Captain, was clearly more outstanding and remarkable.

Captain Robinson, being tall and reportedly having a bit of Mountain People’s bloodline, was talented in martial arts and wielded a battle axe at the front lines.

A Jackal Barbarian rushed in, trying to take advantage while the captain was locked in combat with a foe, but Captain Robinson paid it no mind, raising his left arm to block the incoming battle blade with extreme resolve.

With a clang, the Jackal Barbarian’s sharp edge struck the captain’s arm, producing a metallic sound.

This stunned the barbarian.

But then, Iron Hand Captain swiftly axed down the enemy in front, abandoning his weapon, turned, and pounced on the ambusher, pinning it to the ground.

His left arm raised, with a click, a white folding blade sprang out.

Under the wide-eyed glare of the Wolf People, the “Steam Mantis Knife,” propelled by the pressure of a miniature steam engine, punctured like a bullet and pierced into its eye socket, breaking through the skull.

Another skinny Wolf People assassin attempted a sneak attack.

But Iron Hand Captain turned, using his signature “Iron Hand” to grab its neck, and a white steam jet erupted from the back of his hand, his five fingers squeezing hard, crushing the assassin alive.

This powerful strike prompted cheers from the soldiers around the captain.