My Players Are So Fierce

Lord Hether personally escorted Murphy and Triss out of his command post.

Before leaving, Murphy handed a Calculating Pearl to Lord Hether.

Like the one given to Veylanther earlier, it contained Milian’s compiled “Guide to Earning Favor from Foreigners” and the Transylvania civil servant’s must-read “300 Effective Phrases for Communicating with Warriors.”

See, it’s not just the players who are working hard to build favor with the NPCs; diligent NPCs are also secretly trying to win the players’ favor.

This is what you call a mutual pursuit.

“As expected, respect is earned through battles!”

As Murphy and Triss strolled along the Blackflame Mountain Pass, he looked at the respectful gazes from the Retinue Army around them and said to Triss:

“I still remember when I first arrived here, the local soldiers were indifferent to me.

Now, they regard us and our warriors as trustworthy, all thanks to the warriors’ efforts on the Blood Flag Heights.

Ah, war destroys everything but also forges friendships.

It seems that the warriors will not have a tough time at Blackflame Mountain Pass in the future.

This place will become the most popular ‘leveling zone’ in the beta version, and the Black Flame Line and the Blood Covenant Knight Order’s treasury will arm generation after generation of warriors instead of me having to rack my brains to design various weapon sets for them.”

“You really know how to take it easy.”

Triss snorted, exuding the aura of a Spiritual Overlord, and softly said:

“But you told me before that you were worried, that you thought the Blackflame Mountain Pass would eventually fall, right?”

“Yes, it’s highly likely to fall.

Although I can’t predict the exact method, the Maginot Line will definitely be useful.

The shadow of dusk looms over this Black Disaster.

Lord Hether might have sensed the problem, yet she persists in confronting the coming war with a straightforward approach against the Wolf People.

This will lead her to a defeat.”

With both hands behind his back, Murphy said:

“But this isn’t necessarily a bad thing for us, don’t you think?

Triss.”

“Of course.”

The Blood Vulture Duke nodded and asked:

“Yesterday, Milian completed a new population census within Transylvania.

The people we have gathered now exceed 300,000, while the number of foreign warriors currently in the game is around 2,200, and you have 800 men at your disposal.

Should we wait until the beta starts, or summon them now?”

“Tomorrow night.”

Murphy said solemnly:

“Use all 800 slots at once, bringing those battle-hungry and bloodthirsty commanders into our world.

Give them five days to adjust to life here before initiating the version update.

Once they return to Transylvania, the claws of the Black Disaster will officially begin the war, and Transylvania will join this holy yet challenging war under their leadership.

The miracle on Blood Flag Heights proved that even the smaller players could take care of themselves in danger.

They’ve grown up and should leave the cradle.

Let’s go, Triss.

First to Shadow Valley, then back to Transylvania to prepare for the final summoning.”

—

Lord Qin, offline, slept soundly for six hours before regaining energy.

His wife was so scared, thinking he had caught the epidemic, that she almost sent him to the hospital.

After waking up, the first thing the old man did was eat a big bowl of rice and then go back online to see the situation.

As soon as Lord Qin logged into the game and left the rest area, he saw Lord Hether at the Blackflame Mountain Pass, standing in front of the Blood Banner, talking to a few dwarves dressed in ritual robes.

Upon noticing Old Qin, Lord Hether let out a deep laugh and beckoned:

“Come over here!

Brave ‘Meat Grinder’ Major, we’re discussing turning your Blood Flag into a strategic artifact.

Can you perhaps give us some inspiration?”

“Ha?

Meat Grinder?

Major?”

Lord Qin was momentarily confused.

After checking his character interface, he discovered that he had been promoted to the rank of Major in the Cadman People’s Army by General Maxim for his meritorious command.

As for the “Meat Grinder” honorary title, it was bestowed by Lord Murphy along with the unique “Transylvania War Hero” medal and earned the hidden achievement of “Server’s First!

Commander Medal Recipient.”

Of course, the medal was still being crafted at Crimson Castle, requiring Old Qin to go back to retrieve it, but the nickname “Meat Grinder” had already spread across the Blackflame Mountain Pass.

It wasn’t just Lord Hether who called him that; nearby soldiers would also respectfully shout this name that brought courage and pride to everyone.

“Tsk, this feeling isn’t bad at all.”

Old Qin felt a surge of pride.

But he soon reminded himself to remain humble, thinking, where does it end?

In the real world, he wears a decorated shoulder; in a different world, his military rank should be no less than his existing one, right?

Hey, the path of war has just begun.

Just wait and see!