My Players Are So Fierce

801: 273.

A development team that listens to advice is a good civilization, but can the Dog Planner please go away?_2

801: 273.

A development team that listens to advice is a good civilization, but can the Dog Planner please go away?_2

“You don’t get it at all!”

Stick Brother retorted unkindly:

“Balance isn’t just about crudely slashing numbers, that’s something only a third-rate Dog Planner would do.

I admit they haven’t been weakened much at an individual level, but their behavior logic has changed!

Look closely, silly!

We’ve pushed our way through, taking out nearly a hundred elites in three waves, and lost fewer than five people ourselves.

Could you imagine that in the Blood Eagle Corridor with its intensity?

Apart from our own increased strength and improved coordination, the biggest reason is that these Jackal-Men have lost their wits!

All they do is rush at us head-on, like the ghouls in the sewers.

We don’t even need to change formation!

Just positioning shield holders in the front and gunmen in the back is enough to take them down.

Monsters with brains are scary, but brainless elites are just meat on the chopping board!

I have 99 ways to kill them.

Now I think we can play more aggressively…”

The Happy Stick floated in the air, observing the murky, storm-swept terrain around it and quickly made a decision.

“Brothers!

Gather all the Molotov cocktails and explosives from your packs and hand them to the vampire players who can fly, agility-based players, step forward!”

Stick Brother made up his mind and shouted in the team channel:

“Using our current coordinates as the center, we’ll advance in three directions, forward, left, and right, to lure the monsters back.

Not too many at a time, we’ll draw them in waves, and shield holders, get ready to defend.

Vampires, wait for my command!”

“Cluster bombing?”

Brother Cat, grasping his sword and shield, suddenly looked up and asked:

“Stick Brother, are you planning a pitfall to kill them?

Isn’t that too risky?”

“No, the terrain is just right.”

The Happy Stick, squinting and taking advantage of the high ground, said:

“There’s a semi-permanent position ahead, and I suspect there’s at least one BOSS there.

Starting a BOSS battle in that tight space is a nightmare, better to draw it out here to fight.

To execute this tactic, we need to clear all the monsters around us.

Although this dungeon doesn’t have a time limit, don’t forget, Lady Cui Si and Sir Morphy have overloaded the shield core of the Crimson Castle for this Star-world Tear, leaving it undefended.

If we drag on too long here, the casualties at the Crimson Castle could be horrific.

We must hurry!

The faster, the better.

I seriously suspect there’s some sort of ‘soft enrage’ mechanism here.

The assault here and the defense of the Crimson Castle seem unrelated, but in fact, they are tied together.

If we can’t kill the Jackal-Men warlord within a certain timeframe, we’ll let it escape, and if it manages to send out a key command, it could potentially turn the tide at the Crimson Castle.

This would directly lead to the collapse of the tactic that could have decisively defeated the Jackal-Men gangs, allowing this event to continue to unfold.

You should never underestimate the developer team’s malice.”

Stick Brother’s analysis made sense, although it lacked just a bit of evidence to back it up.

However, the Dog Planner, who was “screen-peeping” all along, immediately thought Stick Brother’s “creative” idea was quite good.

Morphy decided to give Stick Brother the “assist” he most needed at the moment.

“Hey, stop!”

The Vampire Lord turned his head and called out to Phemys, who was using their Spiritual Energy to block off Kenbort’s main tent area and seal off the escape routes:

“Leave a gap open to give King Kenbort a chance to escape.

Have Kudell block the north so it can only run to the south.”

“Why?”

Phemys’s eyes widened as she countered:

“The three of us together have an 80% chance of killing Kenbort right here.

Why do you want to make trouble?

Don’t you realize how bad it’ll be if it gets away?”

“I know, I know that if my command slips, it will cause a flaw in our otherwise highly successful tactics tonight, and I’m aware that if Kenbort gets away, it will be hard to find such a perfect opportunity to surround and kill it again.

Believe me, Phemys.

I know what I’m doing!”

Morphy advanced with Frostfang in hand, used Death’s Grasp to bind two attacking Jackal-Man Elites, then struck them through the heart like a venomous snake, pulverizing their hearts, and then tossed their bleeding corpses into the fray to help Kudell, who was wielding the Crimson Sword and cutting through the Jackal-Man Elites with ease.

Count Cadman commanded the Graveblade Guardsmen to summon vengeful spirits to join the fray with his Star Realm Wolf Pack, he looked up at Phemys, who was controlling the field from the air, and said:

“I’m aware of all the risks, but now please follow my orders!

Kenbort is a very valuable opponent and prey, precisely because of that, it must die at the hands of my warriors.”

“Ah!

I can never understand what’s going on in your head!”

Phemys screamed in annoyance:

“Why are you considering their feelings at a time like this?

Morphy, isn’t victory important?”

“Joy and the sense of achievement and immersion are more important than a dry, dull victory.

Hey, Phemys, see that watchtower to the far south of the camp that hasn’t been destroyed after 15 minutes?

Set it on fire!

Can you do it?”

The young lady gauged the distance and then replied:

“No problem, that’s easy to do.

But why?”