My Players Are So Fierce

“The Gnolls are coming!

Sound the alarm!”

A furious roar echoed from the bastion watchtower of Fortress of Courage, followed by the shrill ringing of an alarm bell.

The piercing sound instantly spread throughout the entire fortress, prompting the over four thousand soldiers stationed here to immediately mobilize.

It was the time of evening prayers for each church, but today’s prayers were destined to go unfinished.

This, however, was no longer something of concern to either the divine spirits or the believers.

The Winter’s Tooth Ascetics of the Winter Wolf Religion were the fastest to act.

They climbed the watchtowers and walls they guarded.

The followers of Avalon followed closely behind.

Teams of Witch Hunters began to equip their warhorses with gear, while the Druids started distributing various oak seeds for combat.

The Winged Cavalry in Fortress of Courage also began preparing for a potential trampling charge.

Valande would lead them out of the fortress to fight, at least to prevent the Gnolls from easily completing their siege, as they needed to take the initiative.

Unfortunately, the Winged Cavalry couldn’t take on the vanguard role they desired, because before everyone could prepare for war, the berserkers of Wam had already chaotically charged out of Fortress of Courage like they were rushing to a market.

This act of going solo infuriated the current Commander of Fortress of Courage, Earl Andma of the Blood Vulture Clan.

Ms.

Phemys, nicknamed “Little Potato” by the players, was stomping her feet in anger.

However, if you think the followers of Wam would obey orders, you’re really overthinking it.

This group of berserkers and shield maidens, recruited from Ice Bay by Wam’s Temple, were eager for bloody deathmatches.

Stationed at Fortress of Courage, they were nearly stifled to death.

Now that there was finally some fun in battle, don’t expect them to calmly fulfill their duties without a good kill.

Yet, the Wam Berserkers showed some foresight.

On the first day they were stationed, Combat Master Floyd Gordonus solemnly promised the commanders of Fortress of Courage that if the followers of Wam ever took the initiative to attack, they wouldn’t need any reinforcements!

It was their devotion to The Fury, a sacred act, and even if they were utterly annihilated, they wouldn’t blame anyone else.

In fact, in such cases, sending support would be seen as looking down on the barbarians.

The followers of Wam would not only be ungrateful but would even blame the helpers for meddling.

This stance and combat style were somewhat outrageous.

But given that these chronic teachings of Wam had driven the berserkers out of their minds with rage, one could only say that Ice Bay had its national circumstances.

“Everyone must kill at least fifty Gnolls!”

While other forces in Fortress of Courage were still preparing for battle, Combat Master Floyd, mounted on an armored giant bear, had already charged with three hundred men into the open field east of Fortress of Courage.

On the battlefield, the wild barbarian, without armor but only covered by a bear skin around the lower body, raised his battle axe and shouted angrily at the barbarian warriors with piercing war cries beside him:

“Wam is watching us, listen!

Your previous performances with those Foreign Spirit Heroes favored by Wam were disappointing, Ice Bay warriors defeated repeatedly, even used as punching bags.

It’s shameful!

I know they won’t die, and I know those lunatics fight you with explosives strapped, but is that your excuse for failure?

Shame!

This generation of Ice Bay youth is pathetic!

They disgrace the ancestors.

Listen!

This battle is your chance for redemption.

Failing to kill fifty Gnolls only proves you’re not fit for the path of Wam, and even if those unqualified don’t die on the battlefield, I’ll strangle you myself!

Wam doesn’t need cowards to fight for Him.

Damn it!

Stop charging ahead, you fool.”

The Combat Master hurled a throwing hammer, knocking down a shield maiden charging ahead in a frenzy, and roared:

“The front is a minefield!

You blinded fools, Wam taught you courage, not to throw your lives away.

Form your ranks here!

Let the Gnolls cross the minefield, then crush them mercilessly!

I’ve seen how those Foreign Spirit Heroes fight, and you’ve all heard about the miraculous battles on this plateau.

They earned Wam’s favor and respect with their methods; if they could do it, so can you!

Hold your position here, fight to the death without retreat!

Raise the banner!”

Amidst the raging shouts of the Combat Master, a massive bone battle flag, very much in Ice Bay style, was hoisted and planted on a small mound behind the berserkers.

Combat Master Floyd stared at the Bloodscar Gnolls riding Throne Wolves and driving armed Gnolls rushing over.

He panted heavily, bloodshot eyes widening, as layer upon layer of bloody rage mounted him like armor, making his already towering physique seem to grow even larger.

The gigantic axe, tough even for two hands to wield, was now gripped in one hand, while the other hand retrieved a decapitation sword of Gnoll design from the saddle of his war bear.

He thrust the brutal weapon into the ground and pointed at the fluttering battle flag of Ice Bay behind him, roaring:

“With the flag, we are alive!

This is our offering to Wam, to fight the barbarians under this banner until either their blood or ours stains it red, then I will allow you to retreat!