My Players Are So Fierce

You challenge Transylvania alone!

40!

40 kills is the line of victory; if you win, the Vam Decapitator is yours.

If you lose, your head will be sent to Crimson Castle to adorn our banner.

The Fury!

I invite you to witness this moment!”

At Murphy’s invitation, Vam’s roar swept over the land filled with bodies and death like a searing wind.

A circle of blood-red radiance burned on the ground, with the West Sacha Barbarian’s war runes flickering like flames in the light.

Clearly, this is the battlefield The Fury has prepared for tonight’s final battle.

Hurley strapped a Whip-tail War Banner to his back, wielded his axe without fear, and leaped in, taunting the players with a disrespectful gesture.

Murphy ignored him completely and turned to look at tonight’s Commander, Old Qin.

He said:

“Warriors, this battle was won by you.

You defended here for nearly twenty days, giving Lord Hether enough time to marshal forces and arrange deployments.

Therefore, this land and Blackflame Mountain Pass owe you a debt of gratitude.

Hurley has already lost.

But he thinks his brute force can intimidate the Transia People.

We will crush his foolish notion with our actions.

But I will give you the power to end all of this.

You can attack together or take turns; no one will blame you!”

“It’s time to make an important plot branch decision, Lord Qin.”

For the first time facing such a situation, Stick Brother whispered a reminder to Old Qin beside him:

“Your choice will directly affect the direction of this plot.

According to my analysis, if we go the traditional 1V1, winning will earn Vam’s favor.

If 1V40, Vam might accuse us of an unfair victory, but we still won’t lack the spoils of war.”

“1V1?”

Old Qin widened his eyes and said:

“Impossible to win, right?

This is a group raid boss, 1V40 seems tough enough, and we only have one challenge attempt—lose, and it’s over.”

“Then 1V5!”

Brother Cat suggested:

“That guy is stronger than us.

I previously learned in Transylvania that the Barbarians’ traditional duel challenges in Vam are designed for balanced strength.

Even in Ice Bay, Barbarians, when challenging their War Chieftains, do so in groups of five.

Because The Fury doesn’t like one-sided slaughters.

This way, we can try seven times.

The later teams can learn from the earlier experiences and tactics, and we can wear down its vitality, using Victory Wine and last push spells.

Don’t worry, Lord Qin, it’s a sure win!”

“Alright!”

Old Qin made up his mind.

He turned back to Murphy and said:

“Then, Governor, we will challenge the Jackalman General from the other side, in units of five.

We will let him see firsthand the courage of the Transia People burning like a thousand suns!

Apart from shame and death, he will take nothing from Transylvania tonight.”

After speaking, Old Qin gave Brother Cat no chance to play around.

He turned and shouted:

“Tomato, Cucumber, Deep-fried Sweet Potato, and Tofu, come with me!

We’re up first!

You powerful ones hold back, let these old bones of mine have some fun first.”

Lord Qin laughed loudly, grabbing his Mosin Nagant and a Burning Gold Bullet, strapping explosives to himself.

Taking a deep breath, he led his squad into the battle circle in front of him.

He looked at the Jackalman before him and called out:

“You are the General; I am the Commander.

I might not be able to beat you, but I’ll make you realise you’ll never get through this road that we defend!

Just as you’ll never set foot in Transylvania again…

Fool!

It’s protected by us; until we are all dead, you’ll not harm a single strand!”

“Heh, old bag.”

In Hurley’s eyes, a vicious light gleamed as he grinned cruelly, hefting his axe to charge, shouting:

“We will invade your home, burn it to the ground, slaughter your family, spit on your corpse!

This is the Black Disaster!

This is the roar of the Wolf People to the world!

You won’t be the first, nor the last!

Die!”

“Bang”

The axe, swung down, was painfully blocked by Sour Cucumber and Tofu using a tower shield.

The tower shield was no match for the edge of Vam Decapitator’s axe, quickly split apart, but Old Qin, fiercely wielding his bayonet-ready rifle, thrusted forward.

With the fire support of Deep-fried Sweet Potato and Tomato, he plunged the bayonet into Hurley’s waist and abdomen.

Old Qin’s eyes burned with flames, evidently having downed Victory Wine earlier.

He knew he couldn’t win, but his squad represented the second battalion; even if he couldn’t win, he had to bite this bastard hard, making it hurt to the bone.

While Hurley screeched, kicking away the students in front, and grabbing Old Qin’s shoulder with his claws, drew him close, preparing to execute him, Lord Qin grinned ferociously, pulling a wire to ignite all the explosives strapped to him, along with the activation of the last push spell.

He whispered:

“Then try me, bastard!”

“Boom”

A loud explosion marked Old Qin’s final counterattack.

Even though Hurley easily defeated the other four desperate students with his swinging axe, the perfect pairing of Victory Wine and the Last Stand still struck fear into him.

The second group of five, led by Stick Brother, stepped into the arena.

Hurley saw the Victory Wine on their waists and the Last Stand spell they toyed with, making the Jackalman General realise a horrifying result.

These madmen never expected to survive!

They used their lives as a direct means to kill the enemy.

Even with forty consecutive decisive attacks and Last Stands, Hurley, a seasoned silver warrior, would suffer, let alone a Golden One.

Unable to win!

No, unable to survive…

He turned to look at the front of the crowd, at Murphy.

He couldn’t understand how this vampire had turned his army into such a group of madmen willing to do anything for victory?

Faced with Hurley’s confusion, Murphy responded with a perfect smile, disdaining to answer the question.

The Wolf People would never understand.

Before Hog reshapes their overly frenzied civilization, they’ll never get the answer.

“Heh, Transia People, not bad!”

The Fury’s faint praise echoed in Murphy’s ear; clearly, the uncompromising madness of the foreign warriors from Transylvania pleased and satisfied The Fury greatly.

“Thank you for your praise.”

Murphy whispered:

“And welcome your legacy into Transylvania, Lord Vam.”