My Players Are So Fierce

“The Jackal-men and Gnolls are still attacking, but these guys are about to slip away.

I don’t think they’re on the same page.”

“Is it a cooperative relationship?”

On the other side, Old Qu, who already had his gun set up, had a blade of grass in his mouth, imitating those super snipers as he whispered:

“There’s no ridiculous creature like Ratman in the Jackal-men’s battle sequence.

Didn’t some brothers find some in-game text when we battled the Ratman before?

It said Ratman is a creature created by a heretical sect.

This wave should be considered an assist.

Now that the Jackal-men have taken the position, the Ratman is definitely going to run.”

“Yeah, the Heretics and Jackal-men are not united.”

While smearing the poison of justice on his Dwarf Butcher’s Battle Axe, Meow Brother said:

“Maybe the Heretics want more things.

After all, the Black Disaster is not just this one line.

Heh, I bet this time the Brass Dwarves’ fortress will be gnawed to the ground by the rats.

These things dig tunnels underground without being detected by the Earth Priest.

It’s a damn perfect counter to the dwarves’ combat strategies.

They can dig through the Blackflame Mountain Pass just like they can dig into the Brass Fortress.

Tsk tsk, this Black Disaster seems like it’s going to be fun.

I reckon after we drive back the Jackal-men in Transylvania, the next battlefield will shift to the Ligurian Peninsula and the Brass Fortress.

Look, the development team hid our quest routes in these details…”

“Hey, I found the barrier stone!”

The communication from Assassin Little Hand interrupted Meow Brother’s speculation, and Little Hand whispered:

“There’s one right in front of you in the third pit, about 700 meters directly ahead.

A group of Gnolls is under the command of the Jackal-men, preparing to dig this thing out and move it.

The leader is a Silver Jackal-Man Spiritualist, and all the surrounding monsters are elites.

They look tough to deal with.”

“What about the other one?”

Meow Brother gripped his weapon’s handle, took out a Bloodwood seed, and asked.

Little Hand responded after a few seconds:

“Sister Pomegranate from the Silver Moon Group has already found the other one.

The girls have already started fighting.

They’re closer to the evacuation tunnel, so we don’t need to worry about them.

I’m about to throw a paralyzing gas grenade, so get ready to charge!

Remember to call for support as soon as you acquire the crystal, otherwise we won’t be able to break through.

There are too many Gnolls around.”

“Understood.”

Meow Brother nodded and shared the location of the crystal core with his group behind him.

He looked at the eager newbies and sighed in his heart.

I’m sorry, brothers, it’s not that I’m being mean, but under the current situation, there’s no way to smoothly transport the crystal without casualties.

Your signature self-destruct tactic is probably going to come in handy again in a while.

But actually, he didn’t need to emphasize it deliberately.

The newbies weren’t stupid.

Everyone had made their resolve the moment they took on this decision-making task, and many of them had explosives strapped to themselves, making their intentions clear.

“We’ll charge first, you follow.”

Meow Brother patted something in his arms and said to the others:

“Don’t mess up the formation.

The objective is the crystal!

That thing is the top priority.

Whoever gets it must immediately evacuate from the battlefield with it, don’t get tangled in the fight.”

“Got it, got it!

Let’s charge, let’s charge.”

The restless newbie Medieval Gospel Warrior already grabbed their weapon, but the experienced Meow shook his head and said:

“First, take out your most valuable items and put them in a few Psychic packages, either hide them and mark them well, or hand them to me, so you don’t suffer losses later.

This is the chaos zone!

Once is enough to learn, in this pandemonium, if your equipment explodes and breaks, it’s very hard to find it again.”

This reminder came at just the right time.

These newbies had just been treasure hunting, and almost everyone had one or two nice items on them, so they immediately took action and regrouped a few minutes later.

“Alright!

Follow me to charge!”

Meow Brother stood up, tossed out a handful of Bloodwood Seeds, and charged out with his Dwarf Butcher’s Battle Axe, cutting down the Gnoll blocking his way with a slash, and the crowd behind him howled as they followed, like a sharp sword piercing forward.

This commotion was immediately noticed by the Split-claw Jackal-men extracting the Nocturne Core Crystal.

They were not flustered; while blowing the horn to request support, several Barbarians with Armed Gnolls pounced to block the over two hundred strong Transylvania assault team.

But as Meow Brother charged, he took something from his arms, kissed it lightly, and shouted, “The miracle of Avalon descends upon this place!” before throwing it out.

It looked like the gesture of a Pokémon Master throwing a Master Ball.

It was a seed the size of a baby’s fist, originally shriveled and dehydrated, but after Meow Brother held it through the fierce battle at Blackflame Mountain Pass, it had absorbed enough enemy blood, turning the seed’s shell crimson and translucent.

It looked like an egg about to hatch.

As for what it could hatch…

“Awooo!”

When the seed hit the ground, it landed right under the foot of a Jackal Barbarian, who didn’t care and kept charging.

But the next second, amidst the earth-shaking stomping and roaring, that crimson seed quickly sprouted, expanded, and grew, finally transforming into a five-meter-tall terrifying giant beast amidst Meow Brother’s triumphant laughter.