My Players Are So Fierce

1609: 540.

Weaver of Destiny: When I type a “?” it doesn’t mean I have a question, it’s just…_3

1609: 540.

Weaver of Destiny: When I type a “?” it doesn’t mean I have a question, it’s just…_3

Since the master is planning something big, the warriors naturally have to be as strong as possible.

So, she weakly explained a few things before stopping, choosing not to intervene and instead letting the players handle the elite escort mission themselves.

This battle was a bit tough.

The maze’s Goat Man marauders had a surprisingly high number of elites.

Among the seven or eight Goat Men ahead, two were elites — thick-skinned and tough, with summoned magic armor that made it difficult for the Undead Servants’ strikes to hurt them.

In the end, the Eight Elites paid the price of losing five Undead shield holders before managing to take down this group of Goat Men.

Veylanther thought they would stop to rest, given how much Spiritual Energy had been drained in this fight.

But unexpectedly, the eight lunatics merely meticulously collected the loot dropped by the Goat Men and hurried onward without missing a beat.

As they advanced, they casually discussed things like “the monster strength is pretty high,” “escort missions are something even dogs wouldn’t do,” and “if the NPC doesn’t provide good rewards, just toss her back into the maze”— all baffling remarks.

Hey!

Shouldn’t you guys be discussing my beauty instead, plotting to do something naughty?

Damn it!

These Transia Barbarians really have no sense of romance.

Just wait—soon I’ll guide you straight into the Goat Men’s danger zone and get a few of you killed!

Having grown accustomed to being pursued and adored by men, the rare experience of being ignored had Veylanther shivering with rage.

Bo Gang noticed this subtle detail, and the Mountain Demon immediately shouted:

“Stop chatting!

The NPC is starting to shake; she’s not holding up!

Quick, pick up the pace and get her out of here!”

“Turn left.”

Veylanther weakly directed:

“Circle around the hall, and you’ll reach the exit.

Be careful; there are many Goat Men praying in the hall.”

“No problem, we’re the power squad!”

Zou Lan laughed heartily as he kicked open the hall’s door.

In the next instant, nearly twenty Goat Men interrupted mid-praise of the Evil God turned, with eyes blazing, charging at them while wielding a variety of weapons.

“Holy crap!

We’re screwed!”

Zou Lan yelled in alarm as he did a desperate donkey roll to dodge a flying axe.

Veylanther thought they would surely retreat—there was no way they could win against such odds.

But in the next instant, in her shock, Bo Gang, carrying her, shouted war cries, summoned his Skeleton Knights and Skeleton Mages to form defensive positions, and charged into melee with a war hammer.

To waste that sturdy Mountain body by not engaging in close combat would truly be a shame.

And before Veylanther’s utterly stunned eyes, the eight heretics clashed with the Goat Men like faith-driven Berserkers, shouting and brawling in a narrow corridor that was clearly disadvantageous to them.

Outnumbered and facing clearly unfavorable circumstances, any heretic with half a brain would know the sensible choice was to leave someone behind to hold the line while the others retreated.

But you all…

Why don’t you idiots ever do things the normal way?

Just retreat already, dammit!

I’m a patient right now—don’t you get it?

Charging into battle while carrying me around—what’s that supposed to mean?

Are you using me as a shield?

Ah, truly worthy of being heretics!

Such ruthless thoughts…

You all deserve to be—

“Quick!

Protect the NPC!”

Under siege, Bo Gang shouted, prompting Ximu to shoot down from above, spread his Blood Wings wide, and shield Veylanther from several approaching Goat Men.

He was immediately hammered to the ground, letting out a miserable scream.

The situation for the Eight Elites instantly grew precarious.

The number of Goat Men clearly exceeded what they could handle, yet they couldn’t run—the distance was simply too short for a proper disengage.

Most importantly, they remembered Veylanther’s warning.

Running recklessly through the maze would lead to absolute doom!

They were still stuck in the middle of this escort mission, forcing them to grit their teeth and persevere!

“Make sure to loot my gear after I die!

Watch me play it big!”

Sensing the worsening scenario, Zou Lan gritted his teeth, shouted, and activated his last-ditch contract curse.

This thing had proven its worth during the “Governor’s Challenge” before, and now Zou Lan dove into the midst of the Goat Men, unleashing a “youthful self-immolation blast”—all his life force transformed into a corrosive Spiritual Energy tornado that engulfed four Goat Men instantly, sending them to meet their maker in the blink of an eye.

The polluted energy splattered around, causing the surrounding Goat Men to scream in fury.

Perhaps Zou Lan’s daring move had unnerved these savages.

When they saw Ximu, bloodshot, about to activate his own curse, the Goat Men screeched and scattered like frightened chickens.

This scene left Lady Veylanther wide-eyed.

As expected of the Transia People—absolute lunatics!

It was her first time seeing faith-fueled Goat Men defeated purely on morale.

Master Morphy’s warriors were madmen; did they truly have no fear of death?

“Ha, the weakest one is dead.”

Bo Gang adjusted Veylanther on his back to make her more comfortable and shouted mockingly, causing the other six to laugh loudly.

Ximu gathered Zou Lan’s Psychic package and Calculating Pearl while commenting:

“When we finish this mission, let’s make fun of him.

That idiot always dies first; it’s such an embarrassment to the Eight Elites.”

“Insane!

These guys are absolutely insane!”

Veylanther couldn’t comprehend how these seven people were still laughing.

She could only tell that their laughter came from the heart, which made her feel something was seriously off with these warriors.

Soon, she noticed Ximu picking up Zou Lan’s Psychic Dog Tag, while the last remnants of Zou Lan’s body dissolved into flowing light.

The Weaver of Destiny blinked as she processed this.

She realized these “warriors” weren’t normal.

Luckily, with her eye patch on, they wouldn’t catch the subtle shift in her gaze.

What kind of creatures has Sir Morphy summoned into the material world?

“Damn it!

Another group incoming!”

While Veylanther was thinking, Ximu came scrambling back, yelling:

“These damned Goat Men are just like Merfolk—can’t stop provoking enemies even while running away!

Prepare for battle!

Another dozen are up ahead.”

“We can’t win this.

Looks like this should be the final fight of the escort mission.”

Bo Gang shouted:

“Ximu, Howling Wind, and Su—you three get ready to self-destruct.

You’ll get first pick of rewards for this mission!”

“Damn, this sucks.”

Su, the Thunder Demon, grabbed a contract curse and grumbled loudly:

“If I’d known four people had to die, I wouldn’t have bothered saving this deadweight!

She’s useless apart from looking good.

Other NPCs at least fight back.

All she does is spectate.

Such a waste of a great character model!”

We should toss her aside the moment we get out—bad luck!

In the future, let’s steer clear of her.”

“Exactly, exactly.”

Ximu also grumbled with a look of disdain:

“She’s like a decorative vase.

This is the first time I’ve seen such a useless NPC.

Even Hog’s Wolf People cubs are more capable than her—she’s not even as helpful as a Gnoll.”

“???”

Clinging to Bo Gang’s back, Veylanther looked utterly puzzled.

What the hell is wrong with you guys?

This is entirely your fault for being terrible, but somehow you’re blaming me?

What do you mean I’m useless compared to a Gnoll?

Are you kidding me?

You damn Transia bastards deserve to be taught a lesson.

“Put me down.

I’ve recovered some strength.”

The Weaver of Destiny whispered to Bo Gang:

“I can help you in the fight…”

“No need, my lady.

Don’t mind their ramblings; being weak isn’t your fault.”

The warm-hearted Holy Master kindly comforted her:

“Everyone has a purpose in this world.

Sure, you’re a little weak, but you still…

Holy crap!

What the hell is that?

A second-stage transformation?

Holy crap, a spider!

Holy crap, I’m terrified of spiders—but wow, that big spider and cool woman combo, I’m so into that!

Holy crap!

Such powerful attacks, taking down elites in one blow!

So fierce, so stunning!

Holy crap, look at those hips, those legs, those devastatingly strong attacks, and that legendary figure!

Brothers, I’m in love…

A six-handed, second-stage transformed big sister—step on me!”