My Players Are So Fierce

“Lord!

The battle information has been summarized!

Last night, besides attacking Blackflame Mountain Pass and the Fortress of Courage, the Split Claw Clan also sent out seventeen scouts to raid our outposts established near the pass.

Among the seventeen outposts, nine sensed danger in advance and chose to retreat.

The remaining eight…

have lost contact with us.

Currently, all the external reconnaissance outposts have been cleared, and we’ve lost our perception of the outside areas.

Apart from the scouts sent by the elves, all our ‘eyes’ have been removed.”

While Lord Hether was preparing to personally reclaim the first line of defense at the pass, a tall human knight offspring brought her a piece of expected bad news.

Judging from the Split Claw Clan’s jackal-man offensive stance from last night, they don’t plan to leave any adaptation time for the defending forces.

Obviously, they intend to seize the only road to Transylvania through a brutal surprise attack on Blackflame Mountain Pass.

Lord Hether nodded.

Behind her, on the large sand map, the Blood Covenant Clan commanders immediately removed the flags representing frontline outposts, and replaced them with small green flags symbolizing the Split Claw Clan.

This made the situation near the battlefield instantly clear.

The small green flags connected together outlined a line separating Blackflame Mountain Pass from other parts of Dark Mountain Range, indicating the Split Claw Clan’s marching direction.

The bastards, relying on large numbers, are advancing towards Blackflame Mountain Pass from three directions simultaneously.

Especially towards the path leading to Hunger Mountain, the passage there has been completely cut off, meaning Blackflame Mountain Pass’s land connection with the headquarters of the Blood Covenant Knight Order and the Brass Fortress was entirely blocked last night.

The worst is, the three teams combined have more than ten thousand jackal-man vanguards, indicating the Split Claw army numbers at least a hundred and fifty thousand.

“It’s a cover…”

Lord Hether adjusted her helm, looked at the sand map and said in a muffled voice:

“The Split Claw Clan cut off our external investigation, without a doubt, to cover the large movements of other clans.

Since the Black Disaster is fully activated, it won’t just be the Split Claw Clan in motion.

It seems this Black Disaster, as predicted by Lord Pa Ying, the jackal-men have placed their main offensive direction on the Brass Fortress.

The battlefield there is wide enough to let the jackal-men utilize their absolute numerical advantage.

But I’m very curious.

Without significant heavy firepower, how do they plan to breach the iron walls of the Brass Fortress?

The failure of the third Black Disaster has already shown the jackal-men that meteor tactics don’t work on the Brass Fortress.

They are merely wasting their precious population.”

“The jackal-men’s population is not precious.”

On the opposite side of the battlefield sand map, the senior ranger captain Dymes Goldleaf, who led the local Elf Ranger troop, shook his head with an indifferent tone:

“Even if half of them die at the Brass Fortress, they can regroup within ten years, yet we lack the means to solve the jackal-men once and for all.”

The elf, blind in one eye and wearing a delicate black sacred leaf eyepatch, was blunt in his speech, almost directly using the word extermination.

This male ranger lacked worry for the war’s outcome in his emotions, even though he was on the battlefield himself, he seemed like an observer.

This is actually very normal.

The land of the elves is far on the peninsula at the frontier of the continent.

Even if the jackal-men simultaneously break through the Brass Fortress and Transylvania causing turmoil on the continent, they’d be the last attacked.

In fact, if it wasn’t for the fourth Black Disaster where the King of Bone Biting went too far and let his subordinates destroy the Emerald green forest in the Antani District, the elves of the Castia Kingdom wouldn’t participate in the fight against the jackal-men.

Just as the continent’s other races harshly evaluate elves, they’re a bunch of long-eared ‘sissies’ who lack empathy for other races—a group of heartless bastards!

Thus, Lord Hether intended to make a fair explanation: these nasty comments about elves are not harsh.

Their nature truly is like this!

Back when Lumina was pursuing elf legends, Triss gave her the same warning.

Clearly, the Crimson Witch also disliked the delicately featured yet rather selfish and conservative elves.

Compared to elves, dwarves have horrible features, with a temperament that is irritable and crude, but dwarves have a much better reputation on the continent than elves.

Just from this, one can glimpse how unlikable elves’ behavior is.

“Actually, there is a way.”

Sitting by the large sand map, Colonel Cannon, the short and stout Brass Dwarf Artillery officer clutching a wine pot, snorted, glanced at the Elf Ranger Captain—his fingers adorned with treasure bead rings like a ring dealer—and maliciously said:

“If we could persuade the Sanghai People to deploy all their solar boats and aim indiscriminate bombardments at the jackal-men’s camps from high above, perhaps within a month, we could forever resolve the jackal-men’s troubles.

But guess what?

During the last Black Disaster, we were close to persuading the Pharaoh King, yet some pointy-eared bastards claimed status, fixating on old grudges which angered the Sanghai People to withdraw from the war at the last stage.”

“Are you implying something?

Why don’t you clearly spell it out!

Dwarf!”