My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2708 -903: The Final Conversation Between the Dead and the Living (Part 3)

The Undying Spirits and the soldiers of the fortress formed a line of defense here. Colonel Fraser of the Goldenrod Vanguard and Lord Baldur jointly commanded the soldiers on either side, engaging in a deadly battle against the werewolves that surged like a tide on this bone-chilling battlefield. In the sky, the Iron Foot Army’s Wolf Vultures and vampires flew back and forth, dropping explosives, while seven legendary serpents provided backup for the warriors, making it difficult for the werewolves to break through this thin line of defense for the time being.

Further away in the snow-filled sky, three armed airships from Transylvania were rushing to provide support.

The original hilly terrain of Klim Fortress had completely transformed into a snow-covered, windy ice field, as the power of the God of the North Wind extended continuously into the material world.

The good news was that after the God of the North Wind fell, the Star Realm Wolf pack, fearing the Wolf Father, whimpered and retreated. The bad news was that the fanatical werewolves driven by the Master of Hunting filled this void.

Just behind this line, within the frozen ruins of Klim Fortress, the traitor Silver Wolf and her remaining Wolf Disaster Lords were forming an alliance with the God’s Chosen of the werewolves, attempting to perpetrate a vile assassination on the God of the North Wind. Duchess Shani, the Grand Duke of Triss, and other Golden Ones were there guarding the weakened Old Su Head.

Both sides were locked in a life-and-death struggle right in front of where Old Su Head had fallen. This time, unlike before, it was bloodshed with no mercy.

The worst part was that a Tainted Holy Sword, spewing blood light, had been thrust into Old Su Head’s chest.

This malicious weapon, tainted with subspace impurity, was destroying the body of the God of the North Wind and continuously injecting that malevolent power back into Su. Without the purification of the artificial divine persona, Su, already exhausted from previous battles with subspace abominations, had to rely on himself to resist this erosion.

“That sword… the Wolf Blood…”

General Baldwin struggled to get up.

He didn’t want to miss this battle, but as soon as he got up, he stumbled. Before falling embarrassingly to the ground, a hand like a dried corpse supported him.

The General turned back and saw Old Baldwin standing expressionlessly in the swirling snow, staring at him.

“Where are you going?”

The Necromancer asked hoarsely. The General gritted his teeth and said:

“I want to pull that sword out of the Divine Spirit! It was the sword Su bestowed upon the Hero King long ago, and then the Hero King gave it to you! It was your losing it that brought this disaster upon us today. I don’t want to elaborate on the shame it has brought to the Baldwin family, but this is a duty I must fulfill.

To cleanse that shame, for the family… and for you…”

“But that sword has been tainted with the Master of Hunting’s impurity. To pull it from the body of the God of the North Wind means to face the Evil God’s ravaging directly. Su’s divine power is protecting It, subjecting all life that comes near It to the cleansing of cold wind and frost.

That is not something the living can accomplish.

And I am already dead; I cannot die again.”

Old Baldwin whispered:

“It was a mistake I once made. Why should you pay the price? It is an extension of my story in this era, regardless of its glory or baseness. It has nothing to do with you. Stay here! Yegor, your soldiers need you more.

Forget the Wolf Blood Holy Sword and the disgrace it brought. Now you must fight for yourself.”

After speaking, Old Baldwin looked back at Lord Qin, who had just slain a werewolf captain. Realizing the conversation between the two Baldwins, Lord Qin knew that the epic quest line of “Retrieving the Wolf Blood” he had triggered had finally progressed to the next stage.

Lord Qin didn’t even need Old Baldwin to make a request; he voluntarily rallied the players around him.

When hearing they were going to rescue a god, all the players became excited. Staying here meant only more werewolf killing, and after three months of prolonged warfare, the players had long since tired of werewolves. Choosing between slaughtering savages and rescuing a deity required almost no thought.

They quickly regrouped, and under the leadership of Old Qin, they boldly followed Old Baldwin and the Undead Sword Saint Irina through the low visibility snowstorm towards Su’s location.

Behind them, General Baldwin grabbed a bloodied spear to stabilize himself, watching these guys depart as he glanced once more towards the battlefield.

His soldiers were fighting, even though the position was already battered. The surviving warriors still roared in the polar storm as Transylvania’s armed airships began bombing, drawing lines of fiery explosions across the werewolves’ formations.

The enraged soldiers were advancing, but they needed a General.

It was as if two choices and two fates lay before Baldwin. The future unfolded into two distinctly different paths: either gamble the Baldwin name to cleanse the ancestral shame or seize hold of his present, aligning with his troops to defend the homeland he cherished all his life.

“Buzz”

As General Baldwin hesitated, the Dragon Knight Walking Machine left behind emitted a thunderous roar. With black smoke billowing, it stepped forward on its steel six legs, unleashing its terrifying mechanical scythe towards the charging werewolves.

It seemed like a well-timed reminder…

“Duke? Is it really you?”

General Baldwin took one last look back at the growing snowstorm behind him. He could no longer see the figures of Old Baldwin and the players, and in the next moment, he turned and hobbled to follow Dragon Knight One as it commenced its slaughter.

He picked up a bloodstained sword from the ground, sheathing it at his waist, then grabbed a Blood Vulture Claw left behind by the Transians and a few magazines. Finally, discarding the broken spear, he hoisted a tattered battle flag fluttering in the snow, saluting solemnly to the Winter Wolf Warrior who died defending the flag, then shouted out:

“Wait for me, Duke, and Moritz! Damn… take me to the battlefield, my leg is broken… Duke, you know? You really should have listened to me, you should stay away from all vehicles… look at you now, how disgraceful you are.”