My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2706 -903: The Last Conversation Between the Dead and the Living

Before the onset of the Fifth Black Disaster, critics across the continent had extensively and pointlessly evaluated the significance of this war, with their most common rhetoric being that this Black Disaster would usher in an Age of Chaos.

Well, this sounds reasonable at first, but during the previous Black Disasters, the ancestors of these critics said similar things, like the Black Disaster would impact the continent’s order, and recovering order would always require enduring difficult times, isn’t that an Age of Chaos?

So, regardless of the world, those so-called bigwigs and influencers, besides pretending to be mystical and spouting clichés, never come up with anything new.

As for the few who can truly see through phenomena to the essence, they too would say similar things, like Murphy and Lord Paryen, but the “Age of Chaos” they refer to is a broader and deeper concept.

In short, whether fool or genius, all believe the Fifth Black Disaster will bring about momentous change destined for the annals of history, but no one dared conclude that the Divine Spirits would fall into the mortal world in this war, not even the already insane madmen would say so.

After all, in a world where Divine Spirits genuinely exist, any discussion about them is obscure and taboo.

Yet, something that the world deemed impossible happened right before everyone’s eyes.

In front of all the soldiers at the Maginot Line, amidst the stunned curses of the surviving players, and under the disbelieving gazes of the vampires and the Golden Ones, a gigantic pale wolf descended from the sky like a meteor, tearing through the Star Realm. Its first touch with the material world instantly but permanently altered Klim Fortress and the surrounding terrain, along with the demise of the Icebound Castle and tens of thousands of “ice sculptures” trapped and frozen.

There were humans, vampires, but mostly Star Realm wolves.

Perhaps General Baldwin should thank the wolf disaster unleashed by the Silver Wolf; in previous battles, the soldiers of the entire fortress were forced to move to the perimeter due to the wolf disaster, and the battle between the Golden Ones and the Silver Wolf scattered most of the fortress’s defenders, reducing the more horrifying casualties from the God of the North Wind’s “Falling God.”

Of course, the premise is if General Baldwin survives the current predicament…

This brave yet unfortunate commander was crushed under the collapsed fortress, having fallen into a tunnel dug by the Ratmen. The good news is that the tunnel’s depth allowed him to escape the falling castle debris and the God of the North Wind’s “divine landslide,” miraculously sparing his life.

The bad news is that General Baldwin is trapped in this tunnel.

The worse news is that when he struggled to rise in the darkness, injured and bleeding, he saw a group of frozen stiff Black Servant Ratmen in various postures.

The tunnel walls were covered in frost, and the temperature was so low that even he, a Nord born in the Great Wilderness, was shivering all over. Moreover, because the God of the North Wind was right above him, the temperature was still visibly dropping.

He must escape from here before he freezes to death.

The General is a rational person; he doesn’t need to imagine to know how chaotic the situation aboveground is right now, with the Star Realm Wolf, Klim Defense Army, Maginot Reinforcement Army, and the Wolf People all caught up in this utterly unforeseen situation.

So, at this moment, would anyone really come to save him amidst this chaos?

General Baldwin thought for a few seconds before arriving at a pessimistic conclusion.

He could only rely on himself now.

Fortunately, although the General seldom needed to fight on the front lines, the excellent bloodline passed down by the Baldwin family made him a rather good Psychic Master. Even though the sudden arrival of the God of the North Wind replaced all nearby spiritual energy with icy spiritual energy, he, as a spellcaster, always had a way.

After several breaths, Baldwin used a broken staff as a casting medium to laboriously cast a Flame Shield on himself, using the flickering firelight to maintain his basic body temperature.

Then he crawled along the tunnel, breaking through the frozen Ratmen corpses and collecting usable explosives along the way.

He must survive!

He must continue to fight!

Despite the various unforeseen events today that razed Klim Fortress, once the stronghold of the Winter Wolf Army’s sector, his warriors had been greatly harmed, and he had lost his honor, bringing shame to the Winter Wolf Army. But this was still his battlefield!

Even if he was the only one who survived, the battle must still continue.

“Awooo!!!”

A pain-filled howl from above the ground interrupted all of General Baldwin’s thoughts, and he heard the cry that was eerily similar to the God of the North Wind’s earlier lamentations, indicating that the Divine Spirit, fallen into the material world, was being attacked.

Perhaps it was that ambitious Silver Wolf Helsun, the madman aiming to kill the Nord’s god on Nord’s land!

Unforgivable!

Baldwin gritted his teeth and sped up underground, considering himself not a fanatically irrational believer. Yet, in this predicament, hearing the divine’s lamentation stirred anger and a fervent impulse to defend the Divine Spirit in him. He must join the battle!