My Players Are So Fierce

This is the best and most brilliant course of war, but it doesn’t necessarily become reality.

Perhaps I should send reinforcements to Blackflame Mountain Pass and the Maginot Line to consume the Wolf People’s power and realize my strategic vision?

“Knock, knock”

Just as General Baldwin was pondering, a knock on the door suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

“Come in!”

The general picked up his cane, standing in front of the desk watching as Colonel Duke walked into the office and whispered to his superior:

“A visitor wants to see you, General.

She says she has news about the ‘Wolf Blood’ Holy Sword.

We’ve confirmed her identity; she is indeed one of the thirty pioneer rangers the Winter Wolf Legion sent to the Dark Mountain Range five years ago to search for the lost relic.

You personally signed off on that operation back then when we were still stationed at the northern fortress of the Great Wilderness.”

“A pioneer from five years ago?”

General Baldwin frowned tightly and said:

“If I remember correctly, thirty people went on that mission and only sixteen came back, with the remaining fourteen declared as martyrs.

Why would a pioneer ranger still report in?”

“That’s exactly what I wanted to tell you, General; she indeed died, but the one who came is an undead.”

Colonel Duke sighed and said:

“Irina Mysinbayeva, a battle hero of the Seventh Ranger Brigade of the Winter Wolf Legion, was once personally summoned and decorated by the Wolf Queen Majesty, and praised as a ‘model of bravery for Nord women’.

She was the seventeenth Winter Wolf female Sword Saint born in our brave country, a potential rising star, but unfortunately met with a mishap during the mission.

Do you want to see her?

She says she comes at the behest of General Old Baldwin to meet you.

Her military record has been revoked, but General Old Baldwin granted her the title of ‘Family Guardian.’

“He’s no longer the Clan Leader of the Baldwin family; he doesn’t have that authority!”

General Baldwin’s eyebrows remained tightly knit.

Clearly very displeased with his resurrected grandfather’s actions, but he knew that Old Baldwin wasn’t one to tell blatant lies, so it seemed this undead ranger did bring back important news.

“Let her in.”

The general said, picking up his sidearm and holstering it.

He walked to the window of his office, leaning on his cane and gazing in the direction of the Polluted Swamp.

A few minutes later, Lady Irina walked into the office.

She was flanked by two Winter’s Tooth Ascetics, all from the North Wind Grand Cathedral.

These ascetics, followers of Su, were the most steadfast, ruthless, and fervent priests, and certainly among the strongest monk soldiers in combat.

A fifth of the Winter Wolf Legion’s formation consisted of such monk soldiers, their fierce battle reputation known all over the continent.

Should Lady Irina wish to attempt something dangerous, these two Winter’s Tooth monks would give her a swift lesson, for though the North Wind Wolf is not known for purification, it grants its followers immense offensive and destructive power, rendering the so-called undead body a joke.

However, Irina had no intention of causing trouble.

She compliantly handed over her sword of bones, appearing before her former superior unarmed.

Swish, a perfect Winter Wolf Legion salute was executed, causing General Baldwin’s heart to feel very gratified, softening the light in his eyes a bit.

“Speak.”

The general said placidly.

Driven by her undead nature, Irina wasted no time, speaking directly:

“I found the Wolf Blood Holy Sword!

I saw it with my own eyes worn by Grand Marshal Huggesen of the Pī zhǎo Clan, and I died at its hand, but in that death, I discovered a rather dire fact, General.

The relic of the Baldwin family, one of the Three Sacred Relics of Nord, the Wolf Blood Holy Sword, has been contaminated!

After acquiring it, the Pī zhǎo Clan used the Divine Power of The Master of Hunting to attempt to dispel Su’s blessing.

You know, that sword was made from Su’s wolf fang.

Once completely corrupted by The Master of Hunting, that sacred weapon could harm the God of the North Wind, something confirmed by Duchess Trish, who is well-versed in theology.

We…

You must reclaim the Holy Sword before it is fully corrupted and deliver it to the North Wind Grand Cathedral for sanctification.”

“The Pī zhǎo Clan is attacking Blackflame Mountain Pass, correct?”

General Baldwin nodded and asked:

“Is that ‘Huggesen’ among them?”

“There is no confirmed information yet.”

Irina replied candidly:

“But if Matriarch Potana reaches Blackflame Mountain Pass, then Grand Marshal Huggesen will surely appear.

I disguised myself as a wolf person in the Dark Mountain Range and overheard some rumors.

It’s said Potana regards Huggesen as her heir, her most trusted subordinate and adjutant, also one of the most powerful lords in the Pī zhǎo Clan.

Huggesen commands the core Voodoo Army of the Pī zhǎo Clan, dedicated to protecting the Claw Chief Mother.

Therefore, I will tell you, your enemy will definitely show up, and General Old Baldwin requested me to convey a message that he is planning to reclaim the Wolf Blood Holy Sword to erase the shame he brought to the Baldwin family.

But the war situation is urgent now, he needs some assistance.”

“I will dispatch private family soldiers.”

General Baldwin thought for a moment, then replied:

“Will 2,000 men suffice?”

Irina shook her head and said:

“At least 20,000!”

This outrageous demand stunned everyone in the office.