My Players Are So Fierce

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The Bud of Legion Warfare_2

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“That far away?”

Wumeioge’s band of six was instantly astonished as they gasped:

“You’re using a basic reconnaissance spell, right?

It can reach as far as 3 kilometers?

Then wouldn’t an advanced reconnaissance spell be able to extend for tens of kilometers?”

“Tsk, you’re underestimating the psychic powers of this world.”

Leaning on the carriage wall while massaging his head, Yan Song explained:

“According to my unreliable mentor, Teacher Helu, with the assistance of a calculating pearl, he can easily use a reconnaissance spell to survey the detailed situation of a predetermined target within a 30-kilometer range and make a few psychic markings that only he can detect.

He said that during their operation of ‘Plan D’ at the Pioneer Fortress, the spell surveying Cardman City was manipulated by him and a few of his senior disciples.

That’s a straight-line distance of over 300 kilometers!

And the reconnaissance techniques used by those psychic masters can even span half a continent, such as observing the terrain of Transylvania straight from White Cliff and so on.

Of course, such high-level reconnaissance spells often need the aid of some powerful psychic items.

That’s what bothers me the most.

“You say they can observe things tens of kilometers away, so why can’t they develop a spell that can penetrate clothes?

This should be a piece of cake.”

“Perhaps it’s due to the dignity and grace of the psychics?”

Brother Qu whispered from the side:

“After all, doing such things with psychic spells sounds quite odd, just as absurd as using a cannon to kill a mosquito.

It’s totally unnecessary.”

“If he won’t teach you, you can develop it yourself.”

The smile on Brother Black Silk’s face was quite subtle as he patted Yan Song’s shoulder and said:

“When you’ve developed it, don’t forget to teach me.”

“Bullshit!

Do you know how hard it is to create a unique psychic power?”

Yan Song retorted:

“One of the requirements for ascension to a psychic master at the Circle Tower is to create a unique psychic technique.

I have been learning with Helu these past few days and have only managed to learn this Eagle Eye Skill and another Eye of Insight.

This is far harder than psychic impact.

I have even peeked at Helu’s book of spells.

Each intermediate psychic power inside requires memorizing more than four equations and mentally calculating some data.

Even with the help of a calculating pearl, I couldn’t cope.

Am I here to play a game or receive reeducation?!

I’m afraid my career as a reconnaissance psychic is ruined.

Fortunately, I still have two other job slots available that I need to study properly.

I’m going to take a nap now.

Wake me up when we arrive.”

“Whoosh”

A vampire-style short magic wand was thrown to Yan Song by Wumeioge.

Upon catching it, he stared wide-eyed at the finely crafted veteran-level Midnight Secret Wand, then smiled broadly at Wumeioge saying:

“I used it before, now it’s yours.

Consider it as a welcome gift for joining the group.

We’re a team of elites, and everyone here is a brother.

Your reconnaissance spell will come in very handy, so you better train well.

From now on, you are our ‘Heavenly Eye’ in the Big Bird Spinning Team.”

“Damn!

I’ve heard that you early gamers are all filthy rich and it turns out to be true!”

Yan Song’s headache is now gone and his chest discomfort has dissipated.

He held the thick, hard, and handsome scarlet wand, moving it up and down in a very “amazing” way.

He patted his chest and grinned saying:

“Wumeioge you’re very generous.

Next time, I’ll invite everyone out!

You guys aren’t allowed to compete with me.”

—

“Retreat slowly, team one!

Lure those pursuing jackal men out for me.”

“Get ready to charge, team two!

The shield bearers at the front, and close combat at the back!

Don’t panic.”

“All those on team three, retrieve the bombs from your hands except for the archers.

Wait for my command, remember to delay for three seconds before you throw them!”

In a hillock woodland of the Dark Baron Territory, the Happy Stick fluttered its wings and surveyed the battlefield from the sky at dusk.

He clung to his Calculating Pearl, issuing commands from time to time.

Twenty meters below him on the ground, the players of the “Scarlet Hammer Sickle Group”, divided into three teams by him, were ridding a medium-sized jackal camp according to his directions.

They were considerably outnumbered but showed no panic.

Five days have passed since the task of eliminating the jackals began, enough time to turn green recruits into obedient soldiers.

Of course, expecting the players to strictly follow orders like soldiers is impossible, but Happy Stick was already very pleased with the current situation.

At the very least, they followed his directives to the letter, neither recklessly rushing to their deaths nor desperately throwing their weapons aside to flee.

For just this, Happy Stick was extraordinarily gratified.

Flying in the air, Happy Stick saw the ground before him as a “chessboard”, with the players moving according to his commands serving as his chess pieces.

Standing above, his excellent view allowed him to oversee the whole situation.

He saw over thirty rampaging Jackal Barbarians howling as they chased after the nine members of team one.

But the Tiger Leopard Riders were battle-hardened.

They guarded their bodies with their shields and retreated from the jackal camp unhurriedly, acting like bait to lure the frenzied Barbarians away from their formation.

The leader of the jackal barbarians seemed to realize the danger as well.

It bellowed commands at its soldiers to retreat!

But its strange roar led to it being exposed, allowing Happy Stick flying in the air to whip out his large-calibre hunting rifle from behind.

He hovered in the air aiming, then pulled the trigger.