My Players Are So Fierce

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The leader of the Eight Elites, Moon Demon Curse Blue, leaned on a broom, deftly sweeping the odd blood stains on the ground, while proposing to others,

“Let’s also show the others the results of the ‘secret training’ we eight prepared for this game offline!

My daily 100 squats in the gym were not done in vain!

I really feel I can make a splash in the arena!”

“Big brother is right!”

The second eldest of the Eight Elites, Mountain Devil Po Gang, crouched on the ground scooping up the blood and hair residue of a deceased Jackal and Wolf Gladiator as he loudly said,

“Merely participating in the competition isn’t exciting enough, I think we should also have a contest among ourselves to see who is the weakest.

The weakest one will have to take on the responsibility of the other brothers’ meals for a week…”

“Damn, you guys can really eat, even the cafeteria chefs are scared of you,”

the youngest, Sky Devil Xi Mu, complained,

“Let’s not go too big, I think just treating to drinks would be enough, it’s too much for just one cabin and could drive a wedge between us.”

“That works, let’s just do drinks then.”

Leader Curse Blue nodded and said,

“We’ll be able to dock and unload in three days, then let everyone go ashore and enjoy themselves.

Now, let’s get to work!

Tonight we wait for our group to shine.

Nya haha ha!”

With the leader’s laugh, the other seven guys also started laughing in a strange manner, striking various bizarre poses, filling the entire arena with an odd atmosphere and drawing the curious looks of the surrounding players.

There was always something odd about these eight guys, seemingly crazy, better to stay away from them just to be safe.

This scene was also observed by Doris, hiding in the shadows, with a large question flashing through the eyes of the leader of the Blood Rat Gang, “Are all people from the Different World this strange?”

That’s not right!

Her own apprentice, Ya Ya, was perfectly normal.

So, the odd ones must be these eight, right?

“Perhaps before they register for the Gladiator competition, I should ask a few Witch Hunters to check their sanity, seeing that the fighters at the club are still normal people; wouldn’t introducing these odd ones affect the performance of the other gladiators?”

Doris pondered the strange thoughts, then suddenly shuddered, feeling as if she had been influenced by these Different World characters.

Her old self would not have sprung up with such bizarre ideas.

Forget it.

Better not to join them, lest she become hopelessly stupid and despised.

Thinking thus, she discreetly stepped back from the shadows, spread her wings, and rapidly proceeded down the wide sewer until she arrived above the Blood Eagle Corridor, then made a stylish glide into the corridor from the cliffs of the city’s Rift Valley.

A low-key “Award Ceremony” was taking place here.

It was described as “low-key” because there were fewer than ten participants.

But looking closely, aside from Happy Stick and his deputy Tiger Leopard Riders Lin, the rest were high-level figures from the Crimson Castle and Transia’s regime—the phrase “simple, yet not simplistic” perfectly described it.

Upon Doris’s arrival, she saw Governor Murphy very solemnly handing over the Festival wand, symbolizing “Commander of Transia’s Southern Defense Line,” to the Baron of Hunting Civilian Protection Officer Kudell, who held it with the gravity of a knight about to embark on a campaign.

“Milian and I need to stay at the Crimson Castle to assist Cui Si and our diligent civil servants with the advancement of the territory’s construction and gathering of Strength.

The establishment and maintenance of the southern defense line are entrusted to you,”

Governor Murphy stated somberly,

“Maxim will be training troops in the Dark Baron Territory, behind your lines, and the new army of Valande Knights’ Winged Cavalry also requires more training to enter the battlefield, but the appearance of Kenbort and the movements in the Polluted Swamp have already proven this Black Disaster is unlike any before.

I guess the Jackals learned from their previous defeats.

They intend to establish their advantages before the real battle begins, so I can affirm that building the defense line in the south won’t be smooth.”

“I anticipated this,”

Kudell replied,

“That’s why I have decided, from now until the actual outbreak of the Black Disaster, I will stay at the southern defense line to ensure that the Jackals cannot cross the swamp…”

“That’s not enough!”

Governor Murphy shook his head,

“The Polluted Swamp is a strategic location, and always leaving it in a state where Jackals can cross at any time is a hazard!

I have decided, once the census operation in Transia concludes, to assemble Warriors to delve into the swamp.

We might find it challenging to bring the entire Polluted Swamp under our control before the conflict begins, but at the very least, we must ensure that strategic initiative is in our hands.

Thus, after reaching the southern defense line, not only do you need to construct trenches and fortresses, but also create a forward position where Warriors can rest and regroup.

Once that position is fully operational, I will issue new commands.”

“Hmm,”

Kudell accepted the command crisply without any complaints about the difficulty of the task, then Murphy, taking a special military emblem passed by Maxim, signaled the exhilarated Happy Stick to step forward.