My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2653 -885: Three-Day Miracle · For Whom Does the Hall of Valor Open? (Part 1)

“It’s nothing, these are problems we have to face.”

Porter wasn’t angry, he just sighed and said:

“Sometimes those two little bastards make me so mad that I wish I had died from our encounter in Morlan village, but we survived in the end, and now we have to bear the pressure that those who passed without burdens never had to face.

You know, I’ve started reading lately, maybe some ideas from those books have influenced me, making me feel less brave and fearless than before.”

“What are you two talking about here? Are you discussing how to kill the Wolf People more efficiently? Considering our current situation, you’d better be discussing this topic.”

Old Norman’s voice came from the side. He handed two servings of hot soup to Porter and Ambo, sitting on the dangerous strangling vine without worrying that it might jump up and strangle him.

This is the ‘privilege’ of the Avalon Believers.

For them, this carnivorous swamp, extremely dangerous to other life forms, is as safe as a playground, which is also the confidence of the White Oak Battle Group in daring to face overwhelming odds, as they can mobilize the power within the swamp to assist them in defeating the enemy.

“Sorry to disappoint you, Ambo and I are discussing life.”

Porter said ambiguously while drinking the soup:

“Discussing topics we wouldn’t have talked about in previous wars. By the way, Norman, how’s your team doing?”

“Not great, we’ve lost quite a few, but we can still fight.”

Norman drew the Psychic Longsword Crimson Lady from his waist, applying poison to the blade without lifting his head and said:

“Only two spots left. Once those are taken out, we can return to Wolf Castle for a break, provided that Wolf Castle hasn’t been overrun by the Wolf People yet.

However, there’s not much time left for you to chat about life here. Approaching dawn of the third day, the most dangerous moment is about to arrive at the Lord’s position, and we need to destroy those locations before the Jackal Man formation can use the explosive devices there.

It’s their last remaining ammunition depot, undoubtedly heavily guarded.

What awaits us is a real tough battle!

Ambo, your team will go with Natalie to target number eight, and Porter and I will gather the remaining forces to head to number nine. The Druids have already initiated a natural summoning nearby, and the carnivorous plants and beasts around there will become more active.”

“I get it, I get it, a tough battle, we’ve fought plenty before.”

Porter put down his pipe, cleaning that last personal belonging from the past, and asked:

“Norman, you’ve been serving as a guard for the Governor these past few months, I thought you’d choose to start a new life like us, considering you were the only one among us who talked about the future during the ten-year war.

But after this reunion, I see you haven’t done that, you’re maintaining old habits, living like a soldier ready to go to war at any moment.

Do you have some kind of psychological issue?

Like what that mystical guy named Crow said before we set out, living in the past for various reasons and not daring to take that step forward?”

“I’ve noticed that since you took up farming, you’ve been having more and more profound insights on life, Porter. If you like digging into things so much, why not consider becoming a Psychic or Priest?”

Norman looked up, studying his old friend with a strange gaze through his mask, and remarked:

“Focus more on the upcoming battle, if you want to go back alive to see your children… Alright, rest for a few minutes, get ready to head out! Natalie’s already waiting there.”

Old Norman stood up, sheathing his Longsword, waved to his old comrades, and left with large strides. Porter watched his back and quietly said to Ambo beside him:

“He’s avoiding answering my question. No, he’s evading this question.”

“Norman really is acting strange this time.”

Ambo nodded with some unease and said:

“When you’re with him, look out for him, I sense something about Norman that’s… hard to describe.”

“You be careful too.”

Porter said, stood up, and slung the War Halberd-shaped Natural Holy Blade “Punisher” over his back. Ambo suited up with his exoskeleton, and after bidding farewell, they each returned to their teams. Utilizing the quick mobility of the natural believers in the swamp, the two split teams reached their target areas within forty minutes.

As expected, the Jackal Man formation had pulled out all stops to defend the last two ammunition depots, turning them into hedgehog-like fortresses that were difficult to approach. But the Druids, who had prepared in advance for this, had targeted solutions.

To swiftly defeat the enemy, they risked summoning the most dangerous plant overlord in the swamp.

Under the leadership of several War Thorn Beasts, Porter’s and Norman’s witch hunters launched a surprise attack on the Jackal Man formation. These wild plants, controllable only by the Red Knight of War, always posed the risk of going out of control, but the havoc they wreaked upon entering the battlefield was absolutely astonishing.

Even the elite Jackal Man formation had sparse countermeasures against such beasts, with only the fierce hunting electors barely able to exchange blows with the Thorn Beasts, but this was the witch hunters’ tactic; the Thorn Beasts’ activity drew away the elite Jackal Man formation, allowing them to breach the Jackal Man formation and use the secret technique of nature to destroy those explosive devices.