My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 3103 -1033: When You’re Near Death and Have an Elixir of Immortality Nearby…_3

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“Damn! How did all these wolf people turn into chaotic creatures? Their mutations are much more severe than those wolf people over at Charldo Harbor. Look at the stench on these guys, ugh!”

Brother Meow, who descended from the airship to launch a surprise attack, swung his sharp axe. Next to him, Old Qu pinched his nose, constantly throwing explosives to block the advancing monsters. The Master Sniper complained:

“It’s just like raising poisonous insects; all the wolf people who survived here damn well learned ‘Second Stage Transformation’! And this is even after the Hammer of Morphy did a bombing run on the ground. Damn, I can’t even imagine how the Goldenrod People held out during this time.

That Dwarf Marshal seems to have some skill after all.

I won’t make fun of him this time.”

“No way! My seeds won’t even take root and sprout in this filthy flesh. These cursed creatures are just walking pollution sources. After this battle, this mountainous area is a write-off. The entire Northern Peninsula needs to be burned by fire at least once!”

Brother Meow threw out seeds, but no carnivorous plant minions were born, leaving him, the Red Knight, feeling helpless.

Fortunately, the Alien Bobosha, newly equipped, paired with Burning Gold Bullets, proved much more effective than the Blood Vulture Claw. With this enhanced firepower, even mutated wolf people could be turned into mush as they charged.

“Lord Paryen has led the Blood Covenant knights up from behind us, and General Maxim ordered us, as a makeshift auxiliary army, to team up with the Blood Covenant knights to root out evil!

Brothers, gather at Hill C!

The next stronghold attack point is there; the Dwarf Marshal is also there, and they’re launching a counterattack, which is gutsy of them!”

The shout of “happy stick” came through the comms, and Brother Meow immediately decided to move there. But before he took a few steps, he saw Yan Song descending from the sky on a Wind Eagle. The psychic scout, without time to explain, just waved and said:

“Quick! Follow me, there’s a ‘Big Fish’ behind us!”

“What?”

Brother Meow asked in surprise:

“What kind of fish is more valuable than the Dwarf Marshal? Saving him means two bounties from the Half-body Man and the Blood Covenant Knight Order, and you don’t want this free money?”

“You know nothing about it, now hurry up and follow! I’ve spotted the Chief Gnawbone; that bastard is hiding among a group of jackal barbarian soldiers trying to escape, but his naturally large figure makes him stand out like a crane among chickens. That fool thinks I can’t spot him.”

Yan Song shouted:

“That’s the faction leader of the enemy! Just say whether or not you want to grab this huge military merit!”

“Yes! Of course, yes, let’s go, brothers.”

Brother Meow was delighted when he heard this and immediately summoned his Skeletal Rambler to follow Yan Song. However, he kept some rationality, and on the way, he said to his brothers:

“This big fish is formidable; we can’t take it on alone. Call for help, but not too many people, or there won’t be enough loot to go around. Also, call on the Grey Wolf Army brothers; they have a main quest to find Gehrman·Bonebite that the Wise Wolf gave personally. If they miss this task, they’ll lose a lot.”

Brother Meow sent out this message, and within a few minutes, several veteran guild elite members on the battlefield swiftly shifted direction. Most veteran players had their own flying mounts or could fly themselves, and their relocation speed was very fast.

The wolf people were somewhat at a disadvantage in this situation, but they were already adept at rushing through mountainous terrain. Therefore, less than five minutes after Brother Meow’s Big Bird Team took the lead in intercepting Gehrman·Bonebite and engaged in battle, Furey, the fastest runner from the Grey Wolf Army, appeared at the edge of the battlefield.

As more and more people arrived, one by one, the guards beside Gehrman·Bonebite were killed, making Gehrman·Bonebite feel a sudden despair, thinking, “The heavens are against me; it’s not a fault of war.”

Once again, it felt the call of death looming at the doorstep, but this guy still wasn’t willing to resign to fate.

It retreated while hiding behind its trusted aides, and at the same time, took out a jar of amber-colored potion from its close-fitting bag. This was the “Elixir of Immortality” that Dusk Dog handed it.

This is absolutely, absolutely, definitely not something good. But…it didn’t have any more time to hesitate. Seeing the last guard get shot in the head by Old Qu from a distance, it gritted its teeth, unscrewed the lid, and swallowed the amber liquid in one gulp.

It knew it was drinking poison to quench thirst, but death…

Ah, death is too heavy.

No warrior, being cornered like this, could face its arrival without fear. It was a Blood Descendant of the King of Bone Biting, it couldn’t die such a worthless death.

It had to survive!

Even if it meant merging with darkness and filth.