My Players Are So Fierce

2279: Chapter 760: Ha, A Wonderful Day Begins with Boarding Action!

(Part 3)

2279: Chapter 760: Ha, A Wonderful Day Begins with Boarding Action!

(Part 3)

Its body quickly withered and then rapidly gathered into a gray-brown round seed among the falling leaves.

As long as Brother Meow repeated the previous process, allowing it to absorb enough war blood, this thing could be resurrected again.

One could say it’s a truly environmentally friendly, pollution-free war behemoth.

However, making these environmental jokes won’t change the situation for the Big Bird Team.

They buried a positioning stone in a flat area at the bottom of the valley, and the spiritual energy shock when this thing was activated immediately triggered a massive battle.

The domestic 007 didn’t say how long this thing would take to form and shape into a portal, but the Big Bird Team had already held their ground for over ten minutes.

An unimaginable achievement, to be honest, if it weren’t for this team always leading the players in terms of quality, with everyone having one or two ace items, they wouldn’t have been able to hold on in such a fight.

Brother Meow had already used the Thunder Sword Oil he got earlier, and now, every swing of Lute’s Butcher Battle Ax would trigger dazzling lightning within a thirty-yard radius.

“Damn, I just got five Ancestor’s Powers!”

Brother Meow shouted in frustration:

“I didn’t plan to complete the Silver Trial here, damn it, I’m destined to reach the top!”

“What are you mumbling about?

Get moving!

Activate your Ancestor’s Power, damn it, Three Five Battles has been knocked down, we’re losing grip!”

Little Hand, already burning his potential bar, wielded the King of Bone Biting combat dagger and moved stealthily in the shadows, urging loudly:

“Now’s not the time to worry about your damned future, start the trial, hurry up!”

“Damn it!”

Under the repeated urging, Brother Meow reluctantly activated his Ancestor’s Power, preparing to start the Silver Trial.

The situation now really called for a burst of power because if they didn’t step up, the NPC allies, whom they’d grown fond of, would have to risk their lives.

Maybe they’d be willing, but the problem was, these simple-minded guys couldn’t be resurrected!

“Get out of the way!”

Brother Meow rudely knocked away the decisive wine brought out by the witch-hunter veteran in the team, scolding:

“It’s not time yet!

Wait until we all die before you drink, listen to me, you won’t trick a single penny of pension out of me!

Damn it, what the hell are those bastards in the Fortress of Courage doing?

Why haven’t they arrived yet!

The Star-world Tear ahead seems to be opening, hey!”

So, what were the soldiers in the Fortress of Courage, who were getting roasted by Brother Meow, doing then?

They were, of course, ready to go through the portal.

Miss Phemis was in the Mage Tower of the Fortress of Courage, personally responsible for opening this unstable portal.

The long preparation time wasn’t just for assembling elite soldiers, but also because the sudden preparation of the Winged Cavalry needed some time.

“We won’t even need you guys!”

Floyd, the warrior chief clad in bearskin, roared:

“Pathetic mountain people move aside!

Don’t interrupt our grand entrance as Wam berserkers!

We alone are enough for support there.”

“Only stupid barbarians should roll away!”

Could the Valande Knight, riding the cold wind, tolerate such arrogance?

The knight of the Holy Grail of Woodland looked at the Crimson Gate opening slowly a thousand meters ahead, pulled down his battle helmet visor, and said bluntly to Floyd, the warrior chief glaring at him:

“Didn’t get enough of a beating a few days ago?

Want me to beat some sense into you before we depart, to let you know you don’t even rank in the top three in the Fortress of Courage?

Why’s such a rubbish piece of trash still barking like a dog!

Did all you learn from Wam was loud shouting?

Spit!

You’re disgracing your berserkers.”

“You dog!

Acting recklessly under Avalon’s favor, but your god can’t protect you forever.”

The barbarian hurled insults like a belligerent wild dog:

“I’ll kill 99 Wolf People to please my god soon, dare you compete with me?”

“Only beasts would agree to such a slaughter contest, don’t be foolish, we’re here for greater goals.”

The Grey Vulture Knight had no interest.

He and his Winged Cavalry were ready to enter the battlefield, but the next moment, a voice echoed in his ear, coming from Miss Phemis, who was overseeing the portal.

“That positioning stone has a second responding signal, must be an expert arranged by Lord Morphy!

She will take care of Manson, you only need to drive back those Wolf People.”

“Received!”

Valande acknowledged.

He took down the armor-breaking hammer woven from thorns with a reverse grip and led the Winged Cavalry accelerating forward, while Phemis’s voice, full of a peculiar anticipation and momentum, reverberated in the square of the Fortress of Courage.

She deliberately added a “Batman’s low-pitch effect” to her voice, shouting:

“The path is clear!

The beacon is released!

The portal is open, gentlemen, may your ship jump battle go smoothly!

For Transylvania!

For Lord Morphy!

For Holy Tara!”

“?

What’s with that strange slogan at the end?

What’s Holy Tara?

Is this some code among the vampires?”

Valande Knight, charging into the portal on horseback, had a momentary brain freeze, okay, the rumors that Miss got her thinking messed up from too much contact with foreigners seem true.

In simple terms, she’s out of her mind.

Such a pity, Little Count Ellen still quite liked this Little Potato friend of hers who was similar in stature to her.

“But this ‘ship jump’ term…

hmm, I like it!”

This is what the Grey Vulture Knight thought.

The next moment, after crossing the starlit backdrop, he was the first to charge into the blood-soaked space before the portal, with the screaming cold wind and the trembling earth marking the spectacular debut of Transylvania’s elite unit, the Winged Cavalry!

As the old saying goes…

The earth’s wailing heralds our arrival, and the sweep of the lance will send the idiots who dare block us to the afterlife.

Now!

Face the wrath of Transylvania, bastards!