My Players Are So Fierce

1815: 606.

Someone known as Mo, who has been putting on airs, is about to be exposed.

1815: 606.

Someone known as Mo, who has been putting on airs, is about to be exposed.

Giving up participating, especially when the death match is down to the last three and a half days, doesn’t sound like a decision the Happy Stick would make.

When Lord Qin heard it, he immediately thought it was a joke, but soon after, the old commander tasted the truth.

The Happy Stick hasn’t gone mad, and he made this judgment very rationally.

“Is this your own idea?

Or did your team come up with this?”

Lord Qin asked.

Stick Brother responded calmly:

“How could I possibly make the call on such a matter alone?

Of course, it was a decision made after discussions with all the grassroots commanders.

You can check the forum; people from the First Corps are all squabbling like crazy now.

Actually, this proposal was first put forward by Brother Meow, and then “Lady Shui” explained it, successfully persuading most commanders.

Now the situation has become like this, the First Corps has basically exited the championship competition with a total defense time of five and a half days.

We’ve held on for five days, you have also reached five days now, leaving only four and a half days.

If you can hold on for another two and a half days, you can secure the victory…”

“Two and a half days?

You really think highly of me.”

Lord Qin sighed and said:

“The enemy’s Wolf People have obviously switched from scattered fighters and small clans to a new vanguard from a large clan.

From what I can currently see, they only need one charge to flatten us, not to mention those guys are preparing to summon meteors.

They never intended to continue a skirmish with us.

In such a situation, don’t say two days, surviving the next five hours is only possible with Sir Murphy’s blessing.”

“That’s the problem!”

Stick Brother said:

“If you can’t hold and get pushed back, the match will end immediately, we won’t even have a chance to rotate.

The combat strength of the three groups allocated by the system is not much different, what you can’t achieve, we can’t either.

Moreover, don’t forget, the second victory condition of the death match is to take down the final boss.

I just asked the Scout Captain at Blackflame Mountain Pass who is the most knowledgeable about the Wolf People clans, she told me the battle flag out there belongs to The Grand Marshal of the Whip-tail Clan.

That position is equivalent to a Wolf People general.

In other words, the final boss has already appeared, right in front of you.

So while it seems there’s still a chance, in reality, considering the facts, the match is already over!

You must hold!

Otherwise, if you collapse, we won’t have time to redeploy at all!

If the flag representing Transylvania gets destroyed by the Wolf People, we’ll all be losers, and not to mention how players will talk, just the drool from the Appetite Relief Party on the forum will drown us.

Everyone, after all, wants to save face.

In this situation, Brother Meow and “Lady Shui” easily convinced us.

After all, this is the last event of the closed beta phase.

Lord Qin, the development team wants to boost morale, not create a monster massacre problem.

Therefore, we can transfer our current support points to you.

We currently have 5241 points, plus what you have, it’s roughly enough to summon one Golden One and a strong silver.”

“Wait a minute!”

Lord Qin immediately sensed something wrong and retorted:

“You indeed held out for five days, but you shouldn’t have that many points left, did the First Corps give you their points?”

“Yes, the First Corps survived with just one Little Wei Ming left, the little girl was traumatized, reportedly went offline for a rest, and after we agreed with Brother Meow, Lady Natalie’s last brilliant kill and the giant shark gave us 1600 points, the First Corps has formally exited the competition.

That’s also what we are going to do soon.

While the victory and defeat among players are certainly important, if the stage is gone, we puppets fighting among ourselves would be somewhat ridiculous.

So, will you accept our final assistance?”

“Of course!

I urgently need points to summon strong defenders to hold the ground and enough substitute warriors.”

Lord Qin accepted without hesitation, and of course, he understood, he then asked:

“Tell me your conditions.”

“The reputation goes to you, the benefits to us.”

Stick Brother was straightforward, simply stating the terms:

“Whatever the reward for the champion of the match is, whether it’s Gold Coin or substance, I need 80%!

Don’t frown, Lord Qin, one-third of that is for Brother Meow.”

“Your bargaining is quite bold.”

Lord Qin was somewhat pained by this greedy request, he said:

“Hold on, I need to discuss with my commanders, such a matter can’t be decided by me alone.

You’re right, since it’s a game, we must take care of most people’s experiences.

At most thirty minutes, I’ll give you a response.”

“Ok, I’ll wait for the news.”

Happy Stick disconnected the communication, and Lord Qin turned around to issue a summon to his commanders, having them gather the leaders of the seven hundred-member teams.

After hearing Lord Qin’s explanation, the leaders were also stunned.

Receiving support at the brink of destruction is certainly a good thing.

But the other side’s appetite is a bit too big!

While everyone was silent, the leader of the melee group, Big Bull, slammed his shield on the ground loudly and shouted:

“Just 80%, give it to them!

Stick Brother said one thing right, now this matter is no longer simply about gameplay or a random event.

Whether we can hold this flag represents the face of Transylvania!