My Players Are So Fierce

2253: Chapter 752: Just Because You’re Stronger Doesn’t Mean I’m Weaker!

2253 -752: Just Because You’re Stronger Doesn’t Mean I’m Weaker!

The terrain of Shadow Valley is extremely peculiar.

It is separated from the outside world by three ravines, which means large-scale military movements are nearly impossible unless descending from the sky or tunneling underground.

It’s safe to say that it was Avalon’s blessing that the shadow half-elves managed to find this place.

They hid in this valley for over sixty years, disturbed only once by a gnoll tunnel raid, but otherwise left untouched by the outside world.

On the flip side, such a challenging terrain makes it difficult for the defending army to launch large-scale offensives, which is why Field Marshal Hass declared that the Transia people stationed here couldn’t achieve much.

The Jackalman General wasn’t speaking without basis.

However, over time, the defenses of Shadow Valley have been transformed by the Silver Dwarfs, who created artillery platforms along the ridges by molding the terrain, linking them to the valley through tunnels, finally providing a place to utilize long-range firepower.

Thus, when Armed Gnolls began attacking Shadow Valley in droves, the artillery on those protruding platforms on the ridges started to roar.

Colonel Fraser personally commanded the artillery of the Exploration Corps, continuously covering the area below with lethal firepower.

The advantage of higher ground was undeniable as the gnolls charging along the ridges had no way to break through the firepower net, enduring explosions on the barren, vegetation-less mountain slopes.

The most frustrating part was that it was nearly impossible for them to retaliate.

One couldn’t expect gnolls to hurl their spears and hit flying shells, right?

The Voodoo Priests of the Pī zhǎo Clan tried summoning meteors, but the Earth Priests within Shadow Valley were determined too.

They continuously disrupted the meteor’s trajectory, causing those fiery stones to draw bizarre paths through the air before crashing into the gnoll formations.

The more they fought, the faster they killed.

From afternoon till dusk, the three charges by the gnolls were fruitless, failing to even muster any significant momentum.

Of course, the Jackalmen sending the gnolls out wasn’t just for “population management.” While the gnolls charged in a frenzy across the mountains, the elite Voodoo Army of the Pī zhǎo Clan took action too.

They advanced along the only path up the mountain, engaging players repeatedly in the cave leading to the valley, eventually managing to take control of the cave.

But as they pressed further in, the jackalmen were dumbfounded.

In front of them was a suspension bridge, with Transia newbies on the other side taunting them in various provocative stances.

To proceed would be to step onto the bridge and expose themselves to player fire, while the opposition only needed to destroy the bridge to physically sever the connection between inside and out, leaving the vanguard in a bind.

They weren’t afraid to die, but merely sending themselves to their death wouldn’t suffice for crossing.

Thus, both sides were locked in a stalemate.

As night fell, the jackalmen expected to face a midnight vampire assault, but surprisingly, the night passed with silence, as if the entire valley had fallen quiet.

In this peculiar standoff, Huggesen and Manson, disguised, arrived at the entrance of Shadow Valley.

Seeing the suspension bridge and strange terrain ahead made Huggesen frown.

There’s no way to fight here!

The bridge was only so wide, allowing only two of his hundred thousand troops to cross at any one time, rendering numbers meaningless in such terrain.

The bloodstains on the bridge proved that jackalman warriors had attempted to take the bridge before their arrival.

And even if they took this bridge, there were still two more ahead.

“We don’t need to go on the offensive, Your Eminence.”

The Manson Priest, an experienced combatant, squinted as it surveyed the valley terrain, saying:

“There’s no second route out of here.

Currently, the Master of Hunting’s Divine Arts have been released, reinforcing and sealing off space.

They can’t use teleportation spells to leave, meaning they’re trapped.

At most, such a valley can hold a few thousand people, yet the Transia people have packed over ten thousand here, and the mere consumption of supplies will push them to the brink within half a month.

They may taunt all they want, but as long as we hold firm, the advantage remains ours.”

“This is merely a guise, Manson.”

Huggesen rasped:

“Murphy raised his banner to lure me here.

He knows I thirst for revenge and volunteered to be trapped here as the Governor of Transia to capture my attention, allowing his Immortals to perform tasks that would impact the battlefield.

He knows this terrain will wear down our patience and energy, anticipating a me who continuously throws lives into this valley for victory.”

“Seems you haven’t let rage cloud your mind, Your Eminence…”

“Just call me Huggesen, Manson.

We are friends now, and the title is too grandiose.”

The Grand Marshal said, making the Manson Priest grin, revealing its still sharp canine teeth despite its age, as it asked:

“So what’s your plan?”

“I plan to draw him out…make him come out of this turtle shell and face me directly!”

Huggesen squinted, much like a Wolf King sizing up its prey, saying:

“Murphy’s role in this war is baiting the enemy.

I’m unsure of their game plan, but clearly, if Murphy fails to lure me, his entire strategy collapses.

He knows there’s only one way to ensure I willingly stay here…