My Players Are So Fierce

Once we reach that place, the grand endeavor of entering Transylvania is more than half complete, and there is really no need to waste your precious time in Shadow Valley.

The Transia people here can’t overturn the sky.”

Huggesen nodded.

Though young, it was not merely because of Botana’s relation that it was able to sit in the position of the Great Militant Chief of the Split Claw Clan; as a Blood Descendant of the King of Bone Biting, it had a natural sensitivity to combat and war.

It had to admit that Field Marshal Hass’s summary was perfect.

On the surface, Shadow Valley indeed did not seem to be terrain that could obstruct the advance of an army.

However, its enemy was the Transia people.

The lesson of underestimating the enemy at Blackflame Mountain Pass and Fortress of Courage was enough once; it had to take this impending battle seriously.

“We can’t bypass it.”

Huggesen stared at the animal skin map in front of it and said:

“We capture it as the base camp for the follow-up troops.

The heroic spirits of Transylvania are troubling, but they are few in number and cannot play a decisive role in a war.

The real Transia people will become fewer with each one that dies.

That place has just experienced a brutal ten-year war, so the number of soldiers won’t be much.

We made the mistake of being too aggressive before, and it’s time to correct that regret.

While attacking here, inflict damage on the Transia warriors and their reinforcements until their losses are so great that they cannot form new defenses.

We fight the dumbest battles, and this is also the battle mode that the Transia people fear most, have you noticed?

In the past, all their victories were due to surprise attacks…”

“There is new news from the front line!

Lords of the military governors!”

A high-ranking Jackal Wolfman Hunter wearing a scout’s armor breathlessly delivered a battle report into the war chariot.

Field Marshal Hass took a glance and his expression changed.

This made Huggesen immediately snatch the battle report, which contained only a few simple sentences.

The dragon-riding cavaliers found the governor of Transia, Murphy’s command flag in Shadow Valley, meaning that the Vampire Lord, who had killed Chief Botana, was now in Shadow Valley.

“Good!”

Huggesen immediately waved its claw and said loudly:

“We attack there!

Immediately mobilize the army, prepare for battle!”

“Your Majesty, calm down!

This is clearly bait!”

Field Marshal Hass could not help reminding:

“At this time, that damned Vampire Lord suddenly displays his command flag, and he is obviously using this to attract your attention.

We can’t fall for it!

The longer we delay here, the more reinforced Transylvania’s defense becomes.

I will stay here!

I swear to break through that valley, you must lead the army and charge through…”

“Pa”

Huggesen’s claw rested on Field Marshal Hass’s shoulder, those eyes flashing with a bloody gleam staring at him, causing the mane on Hass’s neck to stand on end.

“You’re…

quite right!

Therefore, I will give you one-third of the army.

You take them and proceed!

But Shadow Valley and Murphy are mine…

do you understand?”

This was a question, but it was clear Huggesen did not need Hass’s answer.

The Military Governor of Blood Scar was somewhat unwilling, but considering that Huggesen could maintain its composure and delegate one-third of the army to it even in such anger, it showed that this god-chosen of war had some tactics.

It still wanted to strive for more but found Lord Manson, nearby, giving it a signal with his eyes; thus, Field Marshal Hass did not protest further.

The plan was settled, and the Jackal army, initially advancing at a normal speed, accelerated towards Shadow Valley.

The Jackal-Man Spiritualists were also dispatched, with orders to monitor and reinforce the spatial order around Shadow Valley to prevent the vampires from utilizing portals for support or retreat.

This was difficult in the past, but the priests of the Blood Scar Clan could mobilize the divine power of the Master of Hunting to mark this area as the “Hunting Ground of the Master of Hunting.”

This is also a field spell with a very singular effect, but its spatial lock effect is exceptionally good.

Once successfully cast, it means that Murphy will be trapped in Shadow Valley.

Besides having a deadly confrontation with the enraged Huggesen, there is no other way.

“It’s like putting me in the same octagonal cage with an angry Golden Lion.

I must have been drunk when I agreed to Old Qin’s plan to raise the command flag to lure the enemy.”

In Shadow Valley, perceiving the slowly descending evil god’s power, Murphy complained to Maxim beside him:

“So, powerful Silver Vampire General, my safety depends on you.”

“I can probably hold off an all-out attack from a god-chosen Golden One for about fifteen seconds, Master.”

Maxim held his war helmet with earnest seriousness and said:

“You can spend three seconds thinking of an epitaph for me, and then use twelve seconds with your invincible purification power to kill that furious Jackalman for my revenge.”

“Tch, I really don’t want to explain to the weepy Lionea how her lover died mysteriously on the battlefield.”

Murphy snorted and said:

“So you’d better stay here and command honestly.

When it comes, I will deal with it.

You know, previously, I was definitely not a match for Huggesen, after all, it is a Golden One.

But now…

The Master of Hunting has blessed it, elevating it as Its representative in the material world, granting it endless divine power.

I actually feel my odds have increased greatly.

There are clearly so many ways in this world to kill me, yet Huggesen chose the dumbest one.

What a pity.”