My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2637 -880: The Governor Guards the Gates, the Duke Dies for the Realm—This Is the Dominant Will of Transylvania!

Huggesen began his clandestine dealings with the Bonebite Clan using the Blood Scar Clan as an “intermediary” even before entering the Polluted Swamp. He quietly advanced these dealings, acquiring a substantial amount of explosives from his “allies,” which then stunned everyone when detonated at the Maginot Line.

So just how much explosives does God’s Chosen have?

Let’s put it this way, his stockpiling standard was enough to collapse Klim Fortress, and such a large-scale demand could only be met in batches by the allies.

But after the collapse of the Brass Fortress, it became easy to pick up several dwarf-style explosives just by taking a few steps through the ruins. The Bonebite Clan didn’t even need to deliberately collect them to basically satisfy the demands of the central front. They themselves didn’t prioritize these items, as Gehrman·Bonebite had already invaded the Ligurian Peninsula, a place that had been the most technologically advanced area on the continent in the past few hundred years, unlike any other backward region.

Explosives, as a matter of fact, can be found in abundance by opening up any engineering warehouse there.

Thus, when faced with the central battlefield’s call for aid, King Gehrman·Bonebite, who was living grandly, slaughtering and occupying with pleasure every day, didn’t refuse but instead provided Huggesen with what he needed as though showing off his martial prowess.

The Blood Scar Clan is taking advantage of King Gehrman·Bonebite’s ignorance of Huggesen’s true identity.

If King Bite Bone knew that Huggesen was his long-lost brother, the only other Blood Descendant among this generation’s Wolf People, this dangerous trade would probably never have happened.

At the moment, as Huggesen’s army launches a fierce attack on the Maginot Line, the Blood Scar Clan’s transport convoys continue to deliver explosives into the Polluted Swamp. The Fortress of Courage also received messages from five factions prompting them to intercept that damned supply route. However, the Blood Scar Clan also escalated their intensity this time, mobilizing a batch of elite reserves from Moss Valley to ensure the timely transport of explosives aligns with Huggesen’s war progression for the swift birth of The Master of Hunting.

In this situation, the players’ actions cannot completely resolve the issues faced on the current defensive line, but the explosion of the largest powder magazine in the swamp infuriated Huggesen, who was overseeing operations near Klim Fortress.

“Casualties? Have I lost all the troops I stationed nearby?”

God’s Chosen roared at the messenger who came to deliver the news:

“What on earth happened? I had an entire three hundred Hunting Electors stationed there! I even placed one-fifth of my guards there, along with enough Hunting Priests to provide you with spiritual energy support. How could this happen overnight?

The Military Governor better have died in combat last night, or I will personally strangle him!”

“It was a Star-world Tear, The Grand Marshal.”

The messenger trembled in fear and explained repeatedly:

“An army composed of Transylvania’s Undying Spirits. We confirmed that the ferocious assailants were entirely Spirits, with no local Transia People among them. They used their insane tactics to break through the valley within an hour and destroyed our powder magazine with some bizarre Iron War Chariot.

But they themselves suffered heavy casualties.

Your loyal Military Governor intended to annihilate those assailants, but the vile Vampire Murphy cared nothing for his warriors. As our troops were encircling the valley, the Star-world Tear just descended.

The valley and all life around it were consumed… We are not cowards, The Grand Marshal. The Transia People used the most extreme tactics, and we couldn’t possibly resist the destructive force from the Star Realm.”

“Hmm? You say Murphy gathered all his Undying Spirits for use? How many were in that strike team last night?”

Huggesen ignored the part about the Star-world Tear, quickly grasping the key and asked, to which the messenger who escaped death from the Star-world Tear instantly replied:

“At least 5000 people! The Grand Marshal, that was 5000 Undying Spirits! With their reckless battle tactics and their insane morale, we would need at least twenty thousand… no, thirty thousand men to stop them!

Countless past battles have proven this. We cannot view Transylvania’s crazy Spirits with the same eyes as ordinary warriors! They can achieve anything…”

“You’re already scared out of your wits, poor thing, but considering your words are basically true, I won’t punish you. But deploying five thousand Spirits in one go means Murphy is really going all in.”

Understanding dawned on Huggesen upon hearing this number.

Though he had no spies in Transylvania, the estimate from previous battles suggests this was all the Spirits they had, meaning the entire Maginot Line would lack the troublesome assistance of those ferocious Immortals.

Their greatest threat didn’t lie in their individual combat abilities. They acted like nodes connecting the battle line, and wherever they were active, the local soldiers’ morale would significantly increase.

With fearless, fighting individuals leading, even cowards would be roused to brave action.

And now, all those Immortals are gone. The Transia People will reveal their true colors. Huggesen immediately realized this was a perfect opportunity!