My Players Are So Fierce

2012: Chapter 671: Crystals Overflowing with Hatred!

Outlanders, Warp into Battle!

2012 -671: Crystals Overflowing with Hatred!

Outlanders, Warp into Battle!

The Blood Covenant Retinue Army, though brave, was also overwhelmed under such harassment.

Both sides knew that dragging on like this would soon reach the gnolls’ “match point.” Perhaps in the next defensive switch, those dog creatures would swarm in and reclaim the position.

Most importantly, the gnolls were happy to drag things out this way.

Because their army was getting closer to the mountain pass each day, and the supply issue would be alleviated by the death of gnolls.

Although gnoll meat was difficult to swallow in many ways, in the midst of war, there was no condition to consider it much.

“The gnolls are assembling abnormally, seems like they don’t plan to drag it out until night.”

Maxim, observing the gnoll’s position using binoculars from the temporary watchtower on Position Three, noticed that those cunning guys had released war fog, making it hard to accurately judge their movements.

But Maxim’s sharp senses forged in war made him aware that a major battle would definitely occur in the afternoon, and he was most thankful now for holding out for three days.

“The players will resurrect in a few hours, their respawn point is at Position Three, and once they revive, they can attack Position Two from the flank, remove the gnolls’ four posts on both sides, and regain the initiative!

Then tonight, the vampires will launch another raid!

If everything went smoothly, by dawn tomorrow, Position Two could be completely retaken…”

“The meteor is crashing down!

Avoid it!

Earth Priest, quickly interfere!”

Lionea’s warning interrupted Maxim’s thoughts, and he looked up to see three meteors summoned, plummeting toward the second line of defense ahead of them.

Those crazy gnolls hadn’t even ordered the gridlocked gnolls on the battlefield to retreat in advance!

“Not good!

They are about to attack.”

Mark was shocked, but it was too late to make any temporary adjustments; he could only watch as two of the three meteors were successfully disrupted in their landing point, but the last one crashed down, directly hitting the 215 hillock, instantly wiping out that post and the more than a hundred Blood Covenant attendants defending it.

But this was only the beginning.

The gnolls, who had rested for two days, charged out of the war fog with their main force, howling as they pounced toward the remaining posts, even deploying several cannibal demons as vanguards.

“Dazhuang!

Take your brothers up there!

Smash those cannibal demons to pieces, let’s have meat tonight!”

Maxim roared.

The “Hungry Brothers,” who were dozing off at Position Three, immediately perked up at the word “meat,” and four elite cannibal demons, clad in scrap steel armor and wielding scrap steel war hammers, yelled “Good vampire brothers” as they charged howling toward their own “helping the enemy” kind.

The sight of a dozen cannibal demons fighting on the position was too shocking, but all the soldiers on the position had lost interest in it.

During the past three days, such scenes had occurred more than once.

“Everyone!

Follow me to attack, drive the gnolls back!”

Maxim didn’t care that it was afternoon, pulled down his face-covering battle helmet, wielded the Skull Breaker, and charged out.

The entire Transia army on Position Three mobilized, and numerous Crimson Gates opened on Position Two, sending them to their intended combat locations.

This afternoon raid quickly reached a stalemate, and Murphy soon returned to the battlefield.

Triss attempted to join the fight but was almost involved in a casting accident by a precise spiritual energy countermeasure.

She was startled, usually, it was others being countered by her, but today there was actually a formidable figure who could counter her?

She called upon the Shadow Cloak to conceal herself as she flew into the sky, soon discovering a strange gnoll riding a black Thunder Lizard on the edge of the war fog.

It was a Gold Stage Hunting Priest!

Its battle flag bore the mark of the Blood Scar Clan, damn it, the Blood Scar Clan had sent experts over to assist.

“Hold for twenty minutes!”

Murphy, wielding his beloved chainsaw sword, entered the battlefield.

He planted a Blood Vulture battle flag on the position and loudly proclaimed:

“In twenty minutes, we’ll send these bastards to hell!”

“Come on, come on!”

The battle on Position Two almost instantly transmitted through the views of those “Battle Observers” to the app’s livestream in another world.

The forum went nearly insane.

The old players generally required ten minutes to two hours to resurrect, urging the newbies who could make it to the battlefield not to use self-destruct tactics lightly, as manpower was paramount at the moment.

However, one group reacted faster than the newbies.

“Ha, it’s finally time for us administrators to raise the flag, I knew that one day we’d also need to take to the battlefield.”

Old Huo sighed as he hefted the Reaper’s Scythe and said to Pink Kitty Bunny beside him, who was dressed in full plate armor, carrying three guns, and holding a double-barreled trench gun:

“Hey, you know how to use that gun of yours?

Don’t injure our own people…”

“Get lost, I’ve practiced, okay?”

Meow bunny looked disgruntled.

Following these two folks were hundreds of casino guards and caravan escorts.

Besides them, the Traveling Scholar Brothers and Rainbow Cat Hero, and even the Full Risk Semi-Suspended Triple Brothers and his son, Vomit Mud Sauce, a swarm of craftsmen bringing hammers from the Broken Sword Master’s forge to the battlefield, and even the big-parted artist Brother Mao joined in.

The funniest part was even the Stonemason Brotherhood was mobilized.

Old Chen personally led, donned in leather armor and wielding the Cold Tooth Blade, with a trench gun on his back.

Dust Beater urgently tried to put a steel helmet on the old man.

They weren’t simply joining the ruck yet going to “rescue.” Reliable civil engineer Samoyed was trapped in the Fortress of Courage.

They were on the way to support.

These manufacturing and administrative players, though definitely not as combative as serious combat professionals, had been around long enough to be more competent than the newbies, at this critical moment needing them to step in and buy time for Position Two.

“Then, brothers!”

Old Huo, raising the Transia War Flag, looked at the open Crimson Gate to the battlefield ahead, drew a ceremonial command knife, and shouted:

“The Manufacturing and Administrative Corps of Transia is time to prove that we are not just cowards playing tricks in the rear, it’s time to show everyone that we too can devote everything when Transia needs us!

We have invested more than the combat professionals, everything we’ve worked for is behind us!

No one wants to see their own toil reduced to ashes…

So, brothers!

Follow me to campaign!”