My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2578 -860: When Divine Spirits Compete, Every Move Is Irrevocable (2)

When knowing that you have to fight in a place where anything can kill you, even if you survive, you face the risk of disability, even the wild Werewolves would feel a sense of dread, and when it comes to war, excessive pressure often is the first step towards death.

Facing Butterfly Mines, such a vicious weapon of asymmetric warfare, made Huggesen realize how perilous the war he was about to face really was.

This intensity had already far surpassed the tunnel warfare around Wasteland Mountain, and if one considers deeply, if the Transia people had proven the feasibility of tunnel warfare before, then they would certainly employ a similar strategy in the Polluted Swamp.

Maybe there’s a tunnel right beneath his feet, where Transia scouts are hiding to gather all necessary information.

Just the thought of this made Huggesen’s anxiety rise even further.

Ever since stepping out of the Polluted Swamp’s range, God’s Chosen’s brow had not relaxed, and nearby Field Marshall Hass also realized the severity of the issue, but even after racking its brain through war experience from the past few decades, it could not come up with a feasible plan.

This form of combat was one it had not encountered before, and the only solution it could think of was ordering the Gnolls to rush into the swamp for “human mine clearance.”

Well, maybe this method would work; after all, their numbers are so large that no matter how many die, it wouldn’t affect their reproduction.

But the problem is, to “feed” this hungry swamp with Gnolls, Field Marshall Hass estimated it would take at least two-thirds of all Gnolls dependent on the Wolf People to be sent in, at a minimum! Yet Gnolls have always been an important grassroots force for the Black Disaster, and if all the Gnolls were eliminated, the Werewolves alone couldn’t bear the massive casualties to continue advancing.

“Summon the Hunting Priest! Send the Barbarian Soldiers to the Baphomet Underground Palace to capture some offerings.”

A few minutes later, Huggesen spoke:

“We will hold a hunting sacrifice here, since Avalon has reinforced the Transia Swamp in a despicable manner, then the divine confrontation must see our god step in. The Master of Hunting possesses the divine role of hunting, if He bestows His blessing, it must aid our warriors to move freely in this perilous swamp.”

“But… but our god has not been born yet.”

Field Marshall Hass said quietly:

“The priests say the power that a sleeping Divine Spirit can provide is limited…”

“This is not the time to talk about objectivity; He must give!”

The irritated Huggesen said deeply:

“If He wants to see slaughter descend upon Transia, if He wants to see more blood flow to please Him, this Black Disaster was originally to awaken the Divine Spirit through sacrifice, don’t worry, Hass.

Our god is always generous when it comes to creating destruction.

Do as I say, let the soldiers gather here but don’t rashly step into the Polluted Swamp, also prepare kindling materials.

During the ritual preparation, send the Gnolls into the swamp with those items; I don’t think flames can handle those carnivorous plants, but there’s no harm in trying.”

“And those evil mines hidden throughout the forest.”

Hass whispered:

“The actions of the Gnolls could help our warriors clear those hidden threats, however, Grand Marshal, I heard that General Gorman has already captured the dwarf city, and dwarves are the race most extensively using firearms on this continent, perhaps we could take a share of the Bonebite Clan’s victory.

Our soldiers are not accustomed to using guns, but explosives like bombs can obviously be incorporated into our war system.”

“You are correct, but Gorman may not willingly assist us.”

After thinking for a moment, Huggesen said:

“Send a Hunting Priest… no, you personally return to Moss Valley! Ask Chief Amot to mediate, now the road from the Brass Ruins through Hungry Plains to Shadow Valley is all under the control of the Wolf People, and if all goes well, by the time we reach the Maginot Line, we’ll have enough explosives available.”

“Alright, I’ll set off immediately.”

Field Marshall Hass felt a bit relieved.

It nodded with satisfaction, indeed Sir Huggesen was adept at adopting suggestions.

Actually, the suggestion regarding the Werewolves and explosives was not the first time made, but previously Werewolves found it difficult to acquire such items with a certain level of technological content, even someone as great as the King of Bone Biting could not single-handedly lead Werewolves into the firearm age, and Werewolves as a hairy species have a natural aversion to fire and explosives.

However, now the fall of the Brass Fortress has given the Werewolves an opportunity for a “military upgrade,” who knows how many explosives those dwarves prepared in their fortress, but it’s definitely a great opportunity for the Werewolves to take advantage.

Just as Hass departed on a Bipedal Dragon, Huggesen turned around and looked at the Polluted Swamp that extended to the horizon behind him.

This was his first time coming here, but this swamp seemed unlike the environment described in the Werewolves’ Black Disaster legend as suitable for their habitation; the profusely grown alien plants made the area look more like a tropical jungle full of dangers.

This is a slaughterhouse.

But he must lead his troops through here to reach the territory of the Transia people, where he will complete a battle with Murphy and his Undying Spirits that will be remembered in the annals akin to the siege of North Wind Castle a hundred years ago.