My Players Are So Fierce

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Unlucky Brother Meow’s Terrain Kill · Plants vs.

Wolf People_3

1801: 601.

Unlucky Brother Meow’s Terrain Kill · Plants vs.

Wolf People_3

He kept chanting the name of Avalon, causing the deadly vampire vines to grow and entwine rapidly.

These black plants, with blood-red thorns on their branches, twisted and coiled like snakes, quickly wrapping around the area near the Skull Tower with their dangerous vines, extending outward until they covered every trench.

All players with Avalon Church professions, whether new or old, would receive a medium armor enhancement effect called “Thorn Reflection” under the blessing of the vampire vines, in addition to their armor.

Old Qu and Ring Attack guided divine arts at the rear of the position, choosing the same divine spell.

Under their natural summoning, wild beasts and birds were attracted to the area near the high ground, circling around them to stay on the unmanned eastern side, forming a line of natural warden defense.

“Hey!

Look, isn’t it complete now?

I just want to see who dares to deride us as just a bunch of chant-readers.”

These mutations occurred within a few minutes.

The transformation of the terrain to a green-covered landscape alone made the wolf people sense something was amiss.

Meow Brother, having completed the divine spell, stood up, majestically grabbing the battle-axe from his back.

Feeling the soaring spiritual energy around him, he shouted towards the lower position:

“Little Hand, Black Silk!

Get to work!”

“Got it!”

The called-out members jumped out of the trench.

Unlike the auxiliary divine spells chosen by others, these two opted for offensive divine spells.

“In the name of Avalon’s Boss, I declare!

All creatures ahead are enemies of nature!”

“In the name of Avalon’s Boss, I declare!

Those who walk with me are friends of nature!”

Little Hand and Brother Black Silk simultaneously roared out the natural admonition, with one stretching forward their left hand and the other stretching backward their right hand.

Two divine spell effects, originating from the same source but entirely different in effect, were simultaneously applied on the battlefield, as spiritual energy, already dense around the high ground, rapidly circulated, applying various states to the player group while continuously imposing negative weakening states on the wolf people.

As the two large-range divine spells took effect, Lady Shui on the watchtower, holding the Mountain People’s Staff, shouted in a solemn voice:

“God of Nature!

Please grant your followers sacred sight and the power of purification!”

“Whoosh”

A layer of green light screen was summoned down, blowing past every player like the wind, applying the effects of “Natural Vision,” “Resistant Skin,” and “Blade of Purification,” each lasting for six hours.

These basic divine spells can only be used once a day, but their effect is surprisingly good.

Meow Brother leaped off the watchtower, landing heroically on the ground.

He casually threw out a Bloodwood Seed, and amidst the backdrop of the ferocious Bloodwood Treemen bursting out of the soil, this guy raised the legendary Battle Axe of the Vam Headsman high in the air, its blade shimmering with a cold light like the wind of Ice Bay battering the surroundings.

Behind him, the players, declared as friends of nature and earning terrain preference bonuses along with various state enhancements that increased their combat effectiveness by at least half, arranged in a charge formation.

“This is the way we Avalon believers fight!

Under the watchful eye of the God of Nature, you sinful guys, prepare to repent!”

The Reserve Red Knight Meow Brother began his charge.

The players howled and followed closely behind, while the Witch Hunter players, previously commanded, joined forces to activate the Hunting Illusion.

In this natural land, the effect of the Hunting Illusion was swift, and as the first wave of players and wolf people engaged, the entire high ground battlefield became shrouded in a greenish fog.

This Hunting Illusion holds special significance in the tradition of the Witch Hunters.

Originally, it was used to cover activities done in the name of God, but in today’s era, once activated, it leaves only one choice for the Witch Hunters and their enemies.

Fight to the death, leave no one!

Meow Brother is very clear about himself.

He knows he is not as good at command as Joyful Stick, let alone compared to Lord Qin, and he knows he lacks experience in large-scale warfare.

If he were to follow others’ methods, his battalion would surely lose.

But he is even clearer about his strengths.

In the terrifyingly powerful “mobile BUFF machine” system of the Avalon Church, players teaming with them can always enjoy a variety of enhancements.

Thus in this defense, he only needed to do the auxiliary work well, and the fully reinforced players could unleash the ultimate advantage of the player group—fearlessness of death.

Then there’s those seeds…

Those wonderful and dangerous seeds, they will certainly bring the wolf people a surprise right to their core.

He certainly isn’t a qualified believer.

He merely saw joining the Avalon Church and promoting its might as a means of exchanging for power, but this does not stop them from gladly becoming loyal servants of Avalon when the boss of Avalon acts generously.

Just like now!

When Avalon lost its last stronghold among human civilization, the outlanders of Transylvania became the last choice for the God of Nature.

And this time, the Avalon boss who bet in advance would surely earn fortunes!

Ha!

Fools, experience the wrath of nature!

—

“All the soldiers sent to probe were killed; not a single one escaped!

Those nature believers went crazy…”

Several hours later, with specific news from Nash, Boboke Blackeye rushed in with the utterly exhausted Chieftain of Filthy Claw, who seemed to age ten years in just two or three days, even starting to shed hairs.

Facing Boboke’s report, the Chieftain of Filthy Claw waved his claw and said:

“No need to report to me, I don’t care about these things, confirm there are no Golden Ones stationed there?”

“Yes, confirmed!”

Boboke cautiously said:

“But the nature believers changed the terrain, greatly enhancing their combat power, do we need to…”

“Shut up!”

The Chieftain of Filthy Claw impatiently cut off Boboke’s foolish response, only calculating the total attack for tomorrow, with support from the Voodoo Priests of the Split Claw Clan arriving soon.

It would possess enough spellcasters to reverse the situation…

No!

To hell with reversing!

That damned high ground is no longer worth sending my elite to their deaths, so they must take a conclusive measure to thoroughly destroy it.

Heh, the Transia people indeed are brave, and the legendary cowardice is truly a misleading rumor, but that matters little.

In the face of the real Black Disaster, whether it’s the vampire or its warriors, the only path remaining is tragic defeat.

Just as the King of Bone Biting once broke through the Blackflame Mountain Pass, it only needs to replicate that effort, though it will indeed cost much, at least my clan will be preserved.

“Go away, Boboke.”

Closing his eyes, the exhausted Chieftain of Filthy Claw impatiently scolded:

“Stay far from me, you jinx.”

“Oh, okay.”

As Boboke, the disrespected “guide” of the Filthy Claw clan, obediently turned away, a flash of murderous intent crossed the eyes of this once reckless, brave, and loyal figure as he exited the chieftain’s tent.

He touched the short knife hidden at his waist and cast a glance at the nearby camp, despondent with low morale.

Ha!

Nash was right!

These arrogant Split Claw dogs need to be harshly taught the situation they are in, and if Hurley the Military Governor needs to see his loyalty, then he must prepare well.

Ha, war skirmish, chieftain dies violently.

Music to my ears.