My Players Are So Fierce

596: 205.

Indeed, knowledge is power!

– Alliance Hierarch additional update, soliciting monthly ticket!【4/15】_1

596: 205.

Indeed, knowledge is power!

– Alliance Hierarch additional update, soliciting monthly ticket!【4/15】_1

(Adding more updates for the brother ‘Little Empty Has Water to Drink’[4/5])

It took Lady Rennesia nearly ten minutes to take down Maxim.

It wasn’t easy.

Especially when the latter used his Blood wings in a fierce “Death Airborne” strategy for defense and flight, she fell into a quite passive situation.

In the end, it was the Extraordinary Elf Skill and Ranger Tactics she had retained after becoming a vampire that made Maxim retreat.

She had to admit that the sons of the Blood Vulture Clan who had managed to uphold their family after the disaster of genocide were truly skilled!

And if the descendants were already this troublesome, she imagined that Lord Morphy would only be more difficult to deal with on the battlefield.

But what Lady Rennesia didn’t expect was that defeating Maxim was just the beginning.

The endless vampires and Blood Servants no longer continued to provoke her, but her 30 reserve knights and 60 Blood Attendants became the challenge targets for these guys.

They claimed it was for “learning and combat training,” but the Archers knew exactly what these guys were up to.

This made her feel the shamelessness and “unity” of the Blood Vulture Clan.

They seemed to want to express the concept of “antagonize one and you antagonize the whole group”, of course, it could also be the private advice from the petty-minded Count Cardman.

But regardless, the Blood Covenant Knights had an extremely “fulfilling” first day and night in the Crimson Castle.

Especially when the “Blood Vulture’s Twelve Strong” also received special challenge tasks arranged by Maxim and enthusiastically joined this “actual combat training”, the originally one-sided situation actually underwent some subtle changes.

By midnight, Lady Rennesia looked unsightly as she sat in her tent, looking at the three reserve knights who lowered their heads in front of her.

They were her three aides.

They lost.

They lost to Sister Pomegranate, Brother Cat, and Bull Bull respectively.

It was hard to imagine that they, who had undergone rigorous training and passed numerous trials to become reserve knights, had an embarrassing 9:3 record against the new members of the Blood Vulture Clan.

Well, they only lost three rounds.

But this was still unacceptable!

For proud Capadosia, an imperfect victory is equivalent to failure.

“Double the training!

Train hard!”

Lady Rennesia clenched her fists and almost gritted her teeth as she spoke:

“Reclaim your honor where you lost it!

We’re going to be in Transylvania for a long time, you have plenty of time to win back the dignity you lost!”

“Yes, ma’am!”

The three reserve knights responded loudly.

Then they left the camp to venture around the Crimson Castle, hunting down the wolf people who ravaged the land under the cover of night, venting their humiliation of defeat.

“Fana, starting tomorrow…

no, starting now!”

Lady Rennesia called her aide and instructed her only descendant:

“Have our knights and escorts enter the fight club in turns, to challenge the members of the Blood Vulture Clan, and don’t refuse the provocations of those barbaric Blood Servants!

We must let them know that the dignity of Capadosia cannot be violated, and the power of the Blood Covenant Knight Order cannot be taken lightly!

Consider it as your knightly practice.

Before we return to our clan, each reserve knight must have at least 100 victories!

Each escort must have 40 victories!

The barbarians of Transylvania are brave and combative, they are excellent sharpening stones.

Go and hone yourselves.”

She, as the proud descendant, won’t allow the reserve knights to bow down to the creatures of Transylvania, but if Maxim knew about this, he might laugh in his dreams.

Just as he was worrying about a lack of “sparring partners” for his fight club, the eager Blood Covenant Knights took the initiative to step up, how could he not accept?

But those things will have to wait.

At the same time as the stubborn Lady Rennesia was issuing orders to her attendants, in the sewers of the outer city area, the “Chief Architect” Chosen Ashman and the “Associate Architect” Brickmover who had been busy directing the workers in the camp all day finally got a bit of spare time to deal with their own affairs.

These two were walking down towards the lower level of the sewer that was mostly cleared of monsters.

For safety’s sake, they even hired the “professional team” of Wumeioge to escort them.

They had no choice.

These two were administrative professionals.

They were not useless in battle, but they would be blindsided if they encountered more vicious monsters.

In addition to the six players of Wumeioge’s team, four guards assigned to Ashman and Brickmover also accompanied them on their journey.

Their goal was not to fight monsters, but to find the hidden “underground cavity” according to the blueprint of the sewer.

“So, does that thing really exist?”

The Wanderer Little Hand from Wumeioge’s team was playing with his Blood Race short sword like a juggler, turning it around his fingertips like a butterfly flitting through flowers, while curiously asking the two design students who were whispering to each other:

“You guys can’t be sure that the underground cavity definitely exists, right?

Stick Brother has been searching in the sewers for the past few days based on the information you provided and hasn’t found any clues.”

“There are no clues, but Brickmover and I both believe it must exist!”

Ashman adjusted his glasses, his confidence wavering.