My Players Are So Fierce

2079: Chapter 694: Lady Triss, This Was All Part of Your Plan, Wasn’t It?

2079 -694: Lady Triss, This Was All Part of Your Plan, Wasn’t It?

Transylvania’s Winged Cavalry played a round of “fancy moves,” with the proposed “Portal Frog Jump Tactic” achieving great success—proving that when Sir Murphy chose Endless Manis as the star realm guardian, even the Winged Cavalry followed suit and benefited.

No longer fearing star realm navigation errors, they could finally combine their unrivaled trampling charge with the super mobility of the portals, forming a new twist on classic charge tactics combined with psychic skills.

It can be predicted that from today forth, the reputation of Winged Cavalry as the continent’s foremost heavy cavalry will shine even brighter and deadlier.

Under their wild rampage, the support operation achieved great success.

The two Barrier Core Crystals were delivered into Fortress of Courage without incident—but the price paid for that was quite dreadful, as only one-third of the players returned after breaking the enemy and supporting on Lord Qin’s front line.

The Split Claw Clan spared no expense to conquer Fortress of Courage; the elite Wolf People stationed nearby were tough for even veteran players to handle.

The players’ numerical disadvantage manifested at this moment; their quality steadily improved, but given the current player population, it was no longer a matter of “being stretched thin” when dealing with such a large-scale conflict as the Black Disaster.

The cries on the forum and in Transia Tavern for the development team to quickly release helmets are increasing daily, and players who have entered the game are complaining about the limited numbers.

“What can you do with just over three thousand people?”

“If you could flip and increase tenfold to thirty thousand and form an army group, what nonsense Black Disaster and the Split Claw Clan—we could not only win, but the players might make them kneel and dance!”

But the issue lies right here.

As the administrator, does Murphy not recruit more newcomers because he doesn’t want to?

He lacks the conditions, understand?

The twenty slots released on the forum every week are Milian’s best effort squeezed from the rear population growth, because Black Disaster came too fast, leaving Murphy little time for agricultural development—the ability to gather over three hundred thousand individuals is already the result of his continuous exceptional maneuvers.

At the moment at post number nine, Murphy was organizing a withdrawal; although the Calculating Pearl’s disturbances prevented long-distance connection, he was continuously observing the situation at Fortress of Courage via forum information exchange.

Upon learning the support operation succeeded and all three Core Crystals had been sent there, Murphy’s heart relaxed instantly.

He immediately contacted Lady Triss, who had now returned to oversee Shadow Valley, and told his “Old Cutie”:

“There are already three Serenade cores at Fortress of Courage; the mediums to carry Spiritual Energy are sufficient.

You go there to prepare first, I’ll be there shortly, then start the star-world tear.”

“I can’t go, Murphy.”

Triss sighed, refusing:

“It’s not that I’m unwilling, but the Claw Matriarch and the Blood Scar Priest have been closely monitoring my movements.

If I appear at Fortress of Courage, they will definitely launch a devastating attack immediately, which would severely interfere with your counterattack.

I must remain here to keep their attention drawn, allowing you to create the opportunity for maximum damage.”

“But without you going, there’s a severe lack of psychics.”

Murphy frowned, saying:

“Phemys and her Red Devil Hall need to maintain personnel and material transport—they’re already working beyond capacity and can’t muster enough manpower.

Such a large-scale star-world tear without your oversight, I’m really afraid it’ll spiral out of control.

If Fortress of Courage is engulfed, we’d suffer a huge loss.”

“It won’t happen.

The Star Realm Guide Staff you hold is a crafted treasure by the creator, capable of accurately pinpointing the location to open the star rift and, as a core, stabilize the massive Spiritual Energy—that thing is inherently a star realm marvel.

With you overseeing it, no large-scale star rift will lose control.”

Triss reassured warmly:

“As for the psychic issue…

Well, this problem was nearly unsolvable ten minutes ago, and I couldn’t conjure a usable psychic force; but though today is the disaster day at Blackflame Mountain Pass, perhaps it’s my lucky day.

Just ten minutes ago, my Goatman Butler contacted me.

Old Finley has returned from Abyss City with the curse group of ‘Dark Root.’ Although he didn’t bring back a complete, formidable psychic army, the Elder’s reputation in Abyss City is quite impressive.

Roughly 400 Goatman Spellcasters joined Transylvania in its embrace.

They have reached the battlefield perimeter now—originally intending to transport them directly into Crimson Castle in one massive relay, but the wolfmen disrupted the local Spiritual Energy, forcing them to halt near Plague Valley.

Though it’s a bit distant from Fortress of Courage, with the Goatman’s exquisite psychic skills, they can reach there at full haste in at most an hour.

With their assistance, the star-world tear can proceed smoothly.”

“But?”

Murphy’s heart leapt with joy, wanting to fiercely kiss his “lucky girlfriend,” but then he realized and softly probed:

“I know there must be a ‘but’ after such good news, and it’s the ‘but’ after which the real focus lies.

So, what do our Goatman friends want in return?”