My Players Are So Fierce

1844: Chapter 615: Black Disaster?

Golden Flower?

Outsiders from Another World?

Hah, All That Soy Milk for Nothing!_3

1844 -615: Black Disaster?

Golden Flower?

Outsiders from Another World?

Hah, All That Soy Milk for Nothing!_3

“Who says you took it for nothing?”

Lord Qin rolled his eyes and said:

“Go talk to my brothers under my command.

If you can satisfy them, then it’s not taking it for nothing, is it?

Anyway, I’m not getting involved in this, you all settle it yourselves.”

“Hey, then I won’t stand on ceremony.”

The three Commanders quickly finalized a new shady trade deal.

After they left, Miss LiWen appeared quietly like a phantom from the emerald wind behind Biqi.

She nodded with satisfaction and said to the proud Biqi:

“Not bad, young lady, you really have a business mind.

This wave just depleted the family’s inventory of more than a decade.

The master will certainly be very pleased after receiving this order, and what’s precious is that with Transylvania’s warriors donning the Eleville Family’s armor and stepping onto the battlefield, each of their victories will become the best endorsement for our family products.

With such rich returns, I think the master will no longer be extremely disappointed in you for losing the marriage connection with the Cape Family.”

“Of course, it was grandpa’s idea.”

Biqi whistled and said:

“At last, I can stabilize things at home and embark on my journey in the Dark Mountain Range.

By the way, haven’t those Rushing River Knights finished arming yet?

They’re knights trained by me hands-on!

Just waiting for these guys to follow me and accomplish great things.”

“They have gathered in Shadow Valley, young lady.”

LiWen softly said:

“They call you the ‘Goddess of Light’ and are determined to follow you galloping through the Black Disaster War.

I am also honored to witness the beginning of your legendary journey.

But I must remind you, that Lord Tepar has been tempting you to join their foreign faith.

You can enjoy the stories of those legendary Holy Knights, but you were born on this continent, and you obviously have more choices.

The Holy Light…

No one knows how this faith faction will develop in the future, it’s somewhat reckless to bet your whole life on it now.”

“Uh-huh, I know, dearest Liwen, you’re the best to me.”

The blonde knight showed a bright smile.

She took a deep breath, linked arms with her close friend, pointed forward, and shouted:

“Then let’s accomplish great things here together!

Grandpa suffered a terrible defeat here years ago, but I will announce with a victory that I will be the perfect successor to the Nantes Ranger.”

—

In the Blood Vulture Corridor, Murphy looked at the time on the broken pocket watch in his hand.

He was currently standing in an empty Midnight Room, about to conduct the final large recruitment phase.

He needed to exhaust the 800 slots he still had on hand all at once.

Of course, 200 of these slots had already been given to the Soldier Strike Heroes, so to be accurate, Murphy was going to summon 600 people here.

Those were 600 carefully selected individuals.

All waiting in the forums as the Appetite Relief Party, and this time he implemented a “group emphasis,” Murphy had been controlling the entry of “battle-maniac” type players before, but at this Black Disaster point in time, the current player group might be a little too “calm.”

Recruiting a bunch of people who enjoy fighting during wartime is to go with the flow.

How to describe this group about to enter Transylvania?

In one sentence!

Carrying a Garand to shoot down planes in the sandstorm is the baseline, slicing through ten consecutively on the Sulfur Island map with a samurai sword is the backbone, massacring Tigers with a single Tank from beginning to end is elite, jousting 200 sea raiders before lunch is a small diversion, as for the Commanders?

Heh, 1200 hours of average wire game time, are you scared?

Alright, alright, all these can at best prove they’re a bunch of war monger rookies, but their personalities lean towards aggressiveness and pugnacity, which can definitely hike the current player group’s already abundant martial spirit by a few percent.

It’s a simple rationale.

If they can turn aliens into canned goods without psychological pressure, blast planets for minerals, and proclaim wars for aesthetics, being human grenades on the battlefield probably isn’t much of a psychological burden, right?

As long as they’re crazy enough…

Tsk, the era of playing simulated wars is over, next up is stepping onto the foreign battlefield with real weapons, fellas!

“The time has come!

Let’s unleash the dogs of war!”

Murphy spread his arms in the Midnight Room, and the luminescence of the Alien Summon Skill filled the room instantly, just like the most classic scenes replaying, those dancing spiritual energy threads rapidly wove in place, forming the shapely figures of foreigners one by one.

It resembled a massive 3D printing scene, only taking a few dozen seconds before the Midnight Room filled with noise.

“Ah, Transylvania!

Your Guard responds to the call!”

A big bald man roared with open arms:

“I came, I saw, I conquered!

Look at this fierce wind of war…”

This first lunatic made Murphy blink and glance at his ID.

Alright.

“Soymilk Spilled?

Very good, very powerful, a name full of stereotypes indeed.”

Murphy shrugged, maintaining the spread-arm posture, he said:

“So, my warriors, the grand plan has entered the next stage, a shadow of war has fallen over this land, Transylvania needs your fury and battle spirit.

The time for you to adjust is not plentiful.

But I believe since the moment you decided to cross the Star Sea, you have been prepared for everything to come.

Maginot Line is calling you, Wolf Castle is still being coveted by swamp beasts, the defense line of Shadow Valley is yet to be completed, and Blackflame Mountain Pass has been enfolded in flames of war.

The Black Disaster has arrived!

But I am not afraid, I know, you are never afraid either.

Our journey begins here!”