My Players Are So Fierce

Irich glanced at General Baldwin, whose face was unsightly, and whispered:

“The Transia People have always been preparing for war, and I absolutely believe in their determination to resist the Wolf People, but from my observation, the preparations at the Klim Fortress are still lacking.

Especially with the emergence of Ratmen in the enemy camp, can you withstand an attack launched from underground?

No.

Let me put it another way, have you considered that the enemy might use such an attack strategy?

You must know, the tactics originally deployed to prevent Gnoll tunneling raids are no longer effective, the threat from Ratmen in this regard is more than ten times that of Gnolls!

Perhaps at this very moment, the Ratmen are digging over there, just as we never detected their infiltration into the Blackflame Mountain Pass.”

“Please stop exaggerating such ridiculous threats!

Master Irich!”

Colonel Duke retorted:

“The warriors of Her Majesty the Wolf Queen fear no strange enemy, and the Klim Fortress isn’t that easy to breach.”

“You can certainly tell yourself that, but the danger won’t disappear just because you ignore it.”

The old dwarf, in a kind of “stress response” due to the fall of Blackflame Mountain Pass, immediately countered as if fueled by explosive powder:

“Instead of reprimanding me so loudly here, you had better hurry back and reinforce your lines, you cowardly Nords!

The cunning Goldenrod People have already shed blood at Blackflame Mountain Pass, but from beginning to end I haven’t seen a single Nord, who prides themselves on their bravery, appear here.

When these brave warriors needed it most, you chickened out.

If the great Hero King, who conquered the Great Wilderness, saw his descendants become like this, he would definitely climb out of his coffin in rage and strangle each and every one of you!”

“Master, don’t be agitated.”

Maxim stepped forward and held down the agitated Irich, glancing at the silent General Baldwin, he said:

“My master once said, until the brutal reality strikes those indifferent faces with a heavy punch, distant disasters are nothing more than boring stories to them.

But after seeing the outcome at Blackflame Mountain Pass firsthand, I think Her Majesty the Wolf Queen will also temporarily shift her focus away from domestic political struggles.

There are already more important issues than solidifying royal power.”

He then looked at the silent Colonel Fraser, speaking with emphasis:

“Of course, the same goes for King Louis.

If your Marshall Loren still thinks his Pioneer Fortress is more impregnable than Blackflame Mountain Pass, we Transia People don’t mind sending a pack of Wolf People over to test your mettle.

The Maginot Line needs real soldiers!

If next time you still send criminals, then you’ll have to taste all the bitter fruits yourself.

Transia will be the first to die, but then it will be you!”

“Someone’s coming.”

As Maxim was berating everyone, Phemys, who was hovering in the air gathering intel, pointed to the sky and shouted.

The crowd raised their heads to see a group of individuals riding a jumble of flying mounts crossing the smoky sky, descending towards them.

They were hundreds of players departing from the Fortress of Courage, led by none other than the Governor of Transia.

Murphy immediately spotted Triss among the crowd below.

He folded his wings and plummeted swiftly, embracing and kissing his girlfriend in front of everyone.

But at this moment, almost no one paid attention to the vampire couple spreading their public display of affection, everyone’s eyes were fixed on the players landing behind.

Brother Meow and his team carried several tattered Split Claw Chieftain battle flags, while Happy Stick held a glass box with a head processed by Avalon Cultists inside.

The most amusing was Little Brother Fu and the student party.

They used seven chains to suspend a Wolf People-styled Chieftain throne in the air, with a “Do Not Approach” flag stuck on the saddle behind Scorpion Lion as they wobbled over.

After these players landed, Lord Qin, carrying a huge chainsaw sword, strode up to General Maxim and handed over a set of blood-stained Wolf People Chieftain’s battle armor with both hands.

He shouted loudly:

“Cardman People’s Army Assaulters reporting, General!

The Great Chieftain of the Split Claw Clan, Botana Split Claw, has been slain by us, the culprit behind the Blackflame Mountain Pass disaster has been executed!

The souls of those who died will be appeased!

We have won.

Although the victory was tragic, we held on to the end and severely punished those self-righteous fools.”

“I salute you!

Warriors.”

Maxim felt his anger dissipate somewhat upon seeing the spoils, and he took the armor of Chieftain Botana from Lord Qin’s hands, turning to glance at Colonel Fraser and General Baldwin.

The emotionless Transia monster stepped forward, handing the Chief’s helm to Fraser, and the remaining armor to Baldwin.

He said:

“Take it to claim your credit from your king!

The victory won at the cost of sacrifice by the Transia People can share a part with you, but if you want more next time, you’ll have to step up and earn it yourself like men!”

“Enough!”

Colonel Duke couldn’t bear it any longer.

He stepped forward to rebuke this extremely rude insult, but was held back by General Baldwin, who reached out and pressed his arm.

General Winter Wolf looked at the blood-stained battle armor in his hand, sighed, and looking towards Blackflame Mountain Pass, said:

“In the next war, you’ll see us.”