My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2330 -777: Wolf People Brothers, Come On, Let’s Have Fun

It chopped down a Transia person, but was hugged by the opponent in the last moments before death, triggering a self-detonation. Amidst the raging flames, it screamed in agony as it was flung away and slammed onto the ground.

Its left leg was gone.

But fear and desperation were more terrifying than the pain.

It hadn’t participated in the attack and defense of the Blackflame Mountain Pass, but it had heard from surviving Wolf People veterans their descriptions of the past scenes and those who had experienced the Land of Death or even the Blood Banner Debate describing in vivid detail the madness when fighting Transia people, and the piercing horn sound that drove one insane.

The Junior Warlord initially thought it was the exaggeration of cowards.

But it wasn’t until he was truly attacked by Transia Barbarians tonight that he realized…

Those veterans weren’t exaggerating at all; on the contrary, they concealed even more terrifying details due to the fear hidden within, like how these lunatics would unhesitatingly detonate themselves along with their enemies when facing a dead end.

And though they were contemptuously called barbarians, they were indeed very cunning.

“Bang”

A bullet came flying straight into the Junior Warlord’s left arm, the full-power bullet tearing through its skin and embedding into the hand bone, causing it to scream in agony. Then he saw a Transia person with a gas mask holding that strange repeater in one hand, while drawing an engineer shovel from behind with the other.

003 strides toward the fallen Wolf People Junior Warlord, who struggles to grab the knife beside him, just about to lift it when the newbie behind 003 fires a few more shots.

The young staff officer doesn’t waste words with this guy, kicks him down, then swings the shovel, sharpened excessively by use, and with one swipe heaves open his neck, followed by another cut to the same place, barely managing to cut off this guy’s head.

“Not bad, staff officer.”

The newbie behind whistles teasingly:

“Congratulations on getting your first kill. As those old birds say, welcome to being a true warrior.”

“I was a warrior long before them; I just couldn’t be bothered to explain.”

003 experiences the feeling of adrenaline slowly fading. He scans the surroundings and finds that this gathered Wolf People squad has been completely scattered by the newbie he commanded, with the remaining ones still pursuing the scattered Wolf People in the wind and sand.

He squats down, picks up the dog tag and Spirit Energy Pearl of the just sacrificed brother, and lets out a long breath.

Well, although his first battle on a real battlefield wasn’t perfect, it was barely acceptable.

“Continue!”

The staff officer stands up and waves to the surrounding brothers.

They continue in the predetermined direction and luckily discover a place where Wolf People are hiding fresh meat. A dozen newbies tied Molotov cocktails and packs of explosives together, lit them, and tossed them inside. A few seconds later, flames roared into the sky.

In the backdrop of burning flames, the excited new soldiers shoulder their weapons in preparation to continue their killing spree in this loud night. But the burning flames revealed their position, and just a dozen seconds later, a Bipedal Dragon swooped down from the sky, its back carrying a team of elite Barbarian Soldiers and hunters that hemmed in this group of newbies in the sandstorm. Among them, the Hunting Priest landed and threw down two remote ineffective totems, instantly neutralizing the newbies’ most lethal weapons.

The Barbarian Soldiers closed in, within seconds taking down seven newbies, so quickly they couldn’t even detonate their explosive packs.

“Hey, it seems it’s over for tonight.”

The newbie beside 003 sighs, tosses aside his empty-bulleted gun, uncorks the Decisive Victory Wine, raises it toward 003, and says:

“So, staff officer, see you at the Hall of Valor.”

“Yeah, let’s go together. It’ll be less lonely on the way.”

003 jokes, took out the Decisive Victory Wine and clinked it with several nearby newbies. As the Wolf People closed in, they each drank it in one gulp, then selected their targets and dashed out.

The elite under Huggesen’s command had all experienced the Blackflame Mountain Pass war; they knew what these Transia people were up to.

Thus, they quickly retreated to let the hunters deal with these lunatics, but 003, in his charge, took out a disposable modified Iron Fist from the psychic package, shouldered it, and fired a shot at the position of the Jackal shooters, the missile shot out and subsequently triggered an explosion that made it impossible for the shooters to target.

Chunks of pitch-black Devouring Light Power exploded in the sandstorm like rhythmic drumbeats, spurring the young staff officer to charge at his target like a ravenous beast.

He can feel the claws of the Wolf People tearing through his flesh.

But he doesn’t care!

Relying on the last of his brute force, he swings his engineer shovel, and just before the explosion, roars as he embeds it into the neck of the Barbarian in front of him. Then, a burst of black light envelops everything around.

Silence returns to the sandstorm.

Only the still-burning warehouse remains, along with those Wolf People that no longer find enemies. Without pause, they plan to hunt elsewhere, but above in the sky, Little Wei Ming, wearing flight goggles, puffs out her cheeks, angrily glaring at those despicable Wolf People below who killed the newbies before her eyes.

Hey!

Protecting newbies is the duty of seasoned players, you arrogant bunch! Eat my aerial bombardment!

Come on!

Let’s continue the party in this land of mutual exchange, Wolf People!

Let’s see who can last until the end!