My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2515 -839: Damn! Sir Murphy Has Become War Marshal, Why Not Let the Grand Duke of Triss Take Her Seat on the Golden Toilet! _2

In fact, by the time the battle ended, her first folk tune “The Transylvania People in Battle” hadn’t even finished playing.

“Battle report, the Silver Moon Group has completed the ambush! Not a single enemy escaped.”

As soon as the battle ended, Lady Shui sent the message to Stick Brother, and other teams also made similar reports, allowing Stick Brother, who was still halfway up the mountain, to instantly grasp the situation. Under the intensive training of Old Qin and the staff, the players who initially had no sense of collective combat were finally trained.

Although there was still a gap compared to the real elite hunters, the war skills they displayed at this moment made the chief commander Old Senke realize once again the extraordinariness of the “Creator’s Camp.”

“Our reconnaissance team completed the scouting while the ambush was happening. This is the intelligence sent back by Yan Song.”

Stick Brother arrived next to Old Senke with the information, and said to the loyal Werewolf under the King of Bone Biting:

“The Gnawing Bone Detached Force downhill has about 2000 people, and on its flank, there’s a Whip-tail Clan servant army of about 500 people. Just in terms of numbers, they do not exceed our limit, but the problem is that on the further battlefield, the large forces of the Bonebite Clan and Whip-tail Clan are advancing rapidly.

If we cannot end the battle here quickly, the enemy will soon receive reinforcements.

The Whip-tail Clan has the most Bipedal Dragons, and they possess the only systematic airborne unit of the Werewolf Camp, which means that distance is meaningless in front of the Whip-tail Clan. Once they commence airborne tactics, the Creator’s relic might be exposed.”

“Airborne? You overestimate Xinger’s warriors.”

Old Senke did not doubt the intelligence of the Transia People, but he sneered at Stick Brother’s speculation, saying:

“The only air knights in Werewolf civilization who dare to jump off the back of Bipedal Dragons and dive into the battlefield from the air appear only under my king’s command. It’s not that I look down on my compatriots a century later, but the fact is that this army in front of us is nowhere near my king’s army in terms of morale or tactics.

Do not worry about large-scale airborne assaults!

Our task is to defeat these Werewolves afflicted by the False God head-on. If they can survive, only then will I allow them to rejoin Lord Felix’s cause.”

“Defeat head-on? The number ratio is 1:6!”

Stick Brother shook his head and said:

“I disagree with this tactic!”

“But I am the Commander! Human, you must obey my order!”

Old Senke said coldly:

“Frontal combat does not require your involvement. Wise Wolf Lord and the Invincible Battle Armor he inherited from my king will serve as vanguard. You only need to attack and disrupt them from the flanks, and the rest will be executed by the Grey Wolf Army.

Where are my Military Governors?”

The Old Wolf Man didn’t give Stick Brother a chance to rebut, turned his head, and shouted.

The Werewolf Players, who were long impatient, immediately stood up howling. Over forty Military Governors of the “Golden Lion,” led by the Mad Wolves under the Moon, wore crisp Black Security Armor. Although they couldn’t wear exoskeletons, each of them had security weapons awarded by Wise Wolf Lord.

The technological content of these gadgets was enough to ensure they held a steady T1 position in the current player weapon system.

“You are to serve as the vanguard to break the enemy!”

Senke shouted:

“You will follow the Wise Wolf and charge at the front, opening a breach for the Guardian of Creation. I know this is not easy, but I really like that war slogan of yours from before.

This battle, it’s victory or death!”

“Oh, victory or death!”

The wild Werewolf Players shouted and screamed.

They were civilized people in their homeland, but after descending into another world as Werewolves, it seemed as though the wolf within them had also been unleashed in this restless era. They loved this feeling of savage battle for the sake of order, as if tearing off the veneer of civilization, hunting freely in their own forests.

This wild freedom, something they could never find in their lawful world at home, was enough to make the Werewolf Players feel content.

Once Old Senke gave the order, his Werewolves immediately sprang into action, riding Throne Wolves down the snowy mountains to seize advantageous terrain and deliver a thunderous strike when the enemy advanced, while Wise Wolf Hog, who served as Vanguard General, was “praying”… well, in fact, delivering a less-than-stellar pre-battle speech.

He was using the same old rhetoric, merely replacing every mention of The Master of Hunting with the Creator.

Hog knew this wasn’t great, but being in the vanguard was a first for him. Even though he knew he could kill all 2,000 Bone Biter warriors below on his own, even though he wore the Invincible Steel Armor, this couldn’t stop the emotions surging in Wise Wolf’s heart.

He was accustomed to living life as a small Werewolf; face-to-face confrontation was not his usual choice, but fate had brought him here.

At this exhilarating moment, reflecting on the past, Hog realized he could no longer retreat.

Whether it was the battle in front of him or the various problems he would face in the future.

“Wise Wolf Lord, the vampires have also arrived!”

As Hog struggled to find words to boost morale, Boboke at his side tapped Wise Wolf’s impressive Power Armor and pointed to the sky behind them.