My Players Are So Fierce

1911: Chapter 638: Wield the Chainsaw Sword, Loyalty in Heart, Wolf People Are Crap!

1911 -638: Wield the Chainsaw Sword, Loyalty in Heart, Wolf People Are Crap!

The development team cunningly used two lottery events to appease the players’ dissatisfaction and fervor.

Triss ingeniously revealed 5 out of 30 spots each hour, dragging it out for six hours before all the spots were finally given away.

But as everyone knows, there’s definitely a catch behind these lottery events nine times out of ten.

So, an hour before the server opened, those “special reserve players” that Murphy focused on had basically all gained the qualification to enter Transylvania.

Naturally, regardless of where they are in the real world, the logistics time is a constant eight hours.

This means that these thirty lucky ones can only enter the game an hour after the server opens.

But they are not the main point.

The main point is that forty minutes before the players were set to go online, the Split-claw Jackal-man in the Dark Mountain Range launched a surprise attack on the Blackflame Mountain Pass.

Murphy was already leading a squad of Dukes Guard through a teleportation portal to swiftly head to the front, and by the time he arrived in the Shadow Valley amidst the flickering crimson light, Maxim had similarly organized a group of attackers ready to head to Blackflame Mountain Pass for reinforcement.

“How’s the situation?”

Murphy, who was carrying a chainsaw sword, casually asked.

Fully armed Maxim, holding a vulture battle helmet, answered in a deep tone:

“The Pī zhǎo Clan has mobilized tens of thousands of Gnolls, digging an underground tunnel on the other side of the front line while they engage in Blood Flag Wheel War.

They dug so deep that they even evaded the Earth Priest in the front line, and it was only three hours ago that Lord Hether’s scouts detected the movement in the underground tunnel.

The Earth Priest collapsed the tunnel, but the Gnolls then launched an assault.

That tunnel penetrated the third line of defense of Blackflame Mountain Pass, allowing the Gnolls to conduct a center breakout in the vast area of the first three defenses at the pass.

The Thorn Night Walkers reported back that the Pī zhǎo Clan’s army has already begun moving towards this direction.

If we cannot repel the Gnolls before the Jackal-men enter the battlefield through the tunnel, Lord Hether might lose all three lines of his defense in one night.

Although it’s not enough to be a crippling blow, it would undoubtedly be a terrifying blow to the morale we just raised.

Moreover, the thousands of warriors on the first three defenses have already been surrounded by the Gnolls; rescuing them is the top priority.”

“I knew that the fate of that mountain pass wouldn’t be so uneventful.”

Murphy glanced at the 700 attackers assembled behind him.

Fully armed, they wore steel helmets, heavy plated armor, and Transylvanian battle robes, each carrying a Mosin-Nagant Rifle imitation.

On their belts hung throwing grenades refined with improved craftsmanship, and engineers’ shovels delivered a few days ago were strapped to their backs.

These soldiers were not equipped with melee weapons, but they could attach bayonets to their rifles to use as spears, or simply grip the “anti-all Engineers’ shovel” in a hundred-man slaughter, letting the enemy feel the wrath of the Transia People in a physical sense.

Murphy noticed the expressions on these soldiers’ faces.

They knew that going to support Blackflame Mountain Pass was likely to mean being thrown into the most perilous battlefield, but they were fearless, with many even showing a twisted anticipation in their eyes.

Thus, Murphy understood.

He glanced at his most trusted Monster General, who nodded back to him.

This meant that this vanguard of 700 was carefully selected by Mark, surely containing many Fanatical Blood Servants, they were already prepared to serve Transylvania as humans in this battle and then “resurrect” as vampires to enjoy eternal life.

This was, of course, a special arrangement.

Maxim needed a group of brave individuals to set an example for the remaining soldiers.

“Then let’s go.”

Murphy adjusted his damaged combat gauntlet and looked ahead at the Psychics of the Red Devil Hall who were fine-tuning the teleportation portal.

He patted Maxim on the shoulder and shouted to those Psychics:

“Set the drop point at the location of the fourth defensive line at Blackflame Mountain Pass!

I have the authorization from Lord Hether to open a portal there.

I want to lead the Transylvanian warriors into battle, not be part of Lord Hether’s ridiculed honor guard tonight!

We shall continue the warriors’ unbeaten legend created at Blackflame Mountain Pass; we will let everyone see the Transia People’s rebirth through flames!”

The Psychics were stunned.

The Governor’s order equaled throwing these 700 directly into the fiercest area of the battlefield, but they are not undying foreigners.

The frontline is currently being attacked by tens of thousands of frenzied Gnolls; isn’t this equivalent to sending them to their deaths?

But no one explained the reasons to them.

Under the “nuclear and hydrogen-like” silent gaze of the Dukes Guard led by “Mad Woman” Bonnie, the Psychics offered no argument and quietly changed the drop point coordinates of the portal.

In that whirling crimson light, one could even vaguely see the scenes of fierce fighting on the other side.

The raging Gnolls surged against the Blood Covenant Followers’ positions like a tide, and flying shells drew fire in the night sky, as if burning stones were being thrown into that boiling sea of blood.

It is the hell of the cowardly, but the paradise of the brave.

“What a gentle evening breeze.”

Murphy turned around and, raising his voice, shouted to the soldiers who looked at him from behind:

“Midnight is approaching, my warriors, I am honored to lead you into the night today, I am honored to lead you to eternal life!

So, remember to stick with me when on the battlefield later!