My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2575 -859: Hello, Wolf People, Welcome to Transylvania (Crossed Out)… Welcome to Cartachon!_2

At least before the Wolf People conquer this swamp, we don’t need to worry about a direct attack from those bastards, but as we leave the swamp, the Druids in our group say they can sense that the swamp has already spawned a natural will.

Therefore, my suggestion is that if we’re going to conduct swamp warfare, we should let the Avalon Believers take the lead, and try to avoid disturbing the swamp’s will to prevent provoking its retaliation.

Kudell nodded and said:

“But there aren’t many Avalon Believers. Can you achieve an advantage in swamp warfare relying solely on you?”

“Of course, Civilian Protection Officer.”

Meow Brother said confidently:

“Now the entire swamp is our ally, the stupid Wolf People still think the swamp is their advantageous terrain, but once they truly step in here, they’ll realize it’ll become their green grave!

However, our Big Bird Team will soon follow Lord Paryen to slay the gods, so you would be better off entrusting Lady Natalie with the following tasks.”

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At the other end of the Polluted Swamp, a team of two hundred Wolf People Throne Wolf Riders from Baphomet Canyon is stepping into the mire under the leadership of Warlord Kort.

This vanguard belongs to the Blood Scar Clan, and at the end of the recent “Shadow Valley Cleanup” was judged loyal to The Master of Hunting by the Chosen One, thus receiving the honor of becoming the vanguard.

Warlord Kort was originally just a leader of Barbarian Soldiers, his superior was thrown into the increasingly brutal Baphomet Underground Palace due to “disloyalty” to loyally serve the Divine Spirit, resulting in this short-tailed Wolf Person picking up a lucky break.

This group of Wolf People are all quick-moving hunters and assassins, and this configuration is obviously not intended for them to attack the Transia People head-on, but to collect battlefield intelligence of the Polluted Swamp for the subsequent army.

The entire war in Wasteland Mountain has proved that the Transia People would not easily give even an inch of land to the Wolf People, so Huggesen has plenty of reason to believe that a fierce battle awaits them in the Polluted Swamp.

This is the responsibility carried by the vanguard led by Kort, they must uncover what exactly lies within the Polluted Swamp for their Warlord.

“Hmm, the swamp, so comfortably moist, so satisfying the mire, so reminiscent the cool shade.”

Riding atop a Throne Wolf, the newly appointed Warlord Kort was in good spirits, it and the other Wolf People alike enjoyed such cool environments as the swamp, so both it and its soldiers instinctively relaxed their vigilance upon entering here.

This was normal.

Any creature in its comfort zone would be very relaxed, but the unexpected followed immediately.

Just after Warlord Kort finished praising the swamp environment in favor and dispersed its two hundred men to find a camp, within two minutes, the first unexpected fatality occurred.

“What? Got dragged into the muck by vines in the swamp and drowned?”

The short-tailed Warlord listened wide-eyed and stunned as the hunting team leader before it reported the death status of the team member, feeling it unbelievable, then angrily shouted:

“Has our mighty Blood Scar hunters fallen to the point of being unable to detect vines on the road? Are you undeveloped in the brain, or just like a kid without a mother unable to walk on your own? Dare you claim to be good hunters?

If you can’t use your eyes, gouge them out and give them to someone in need, alright?

Such careless deaths can hardly glorify our Master of Hunting!

Damn it!

Be careful, can’t you?”

“Ah right, right, you’re correct, it’s all our carelessness.”

The Wolf Person hunting team leader with a long horse-faced expression responded slackly, not even bothered to explain the peculiar circumstances anymore.

It left with the hunting bone bow on its back, internally cursing Kort as a lucky idiot.

Even judged by hierarchy, this vanguard Warlord wouldn’t have been reasonably taken by this muscle-headed fool of a Barbarian Soldier, purely because of sycophancy, getting the old Warlord Hass pleased to grant this Warlord position.

Bah!

A disgrace to illustrious Wolf People.

Yet the seasoned hunting team leader had actually already sensed something amiss.

Although it knew its hunters were nowhere near as formidable as those of the Whip-tail Clan, they still should not be unable to notice vines underfoot, and simply being dragged into the mire and drowned was shameful enough to indicate those vines were aggressive.

Their force strong enough that an adult Wolf Person being entangled couldn’t break free.

With such caution, the hunting team leader quietly led this foolish Warlord to its team, but upon arriving, saw three of its members lying by the mire already unsure of life and death.

Their bodies swelled up like corpses several days dead, even their fur starting to fall off, and large blood-red spots appeared on their skin.

Their stance was horrifying.

The hunting team leader and Warlord Kort both recoiled in shock.

This was clearly poison!

The team leader pulled a nervous and suspicious hunter from the side and asked, finding out they were carelessly stung by bees while retrieving bodies by the water.

“Damn! What kind of bees stings people like this?”

The Warlord raged, swinging its whip and scolding:

“You must be lying…”

“Shut up!”

The hunting team captain couldn’t bear it anymore, shouted to silence the Warlord.