My Players Are So Fierce

The Brass Fortress has been sealed by an unknown force.

It seems that overnight, communication from here to the outside world was completely blocked, along with smoke reminiscent of sea mist drifting around the entire Gorgon Mountain Pass.

It doesn’t harm anyone, but once inside, it’s as if entering a labyrinth.

On the first day of the blockade, the Elf Rangers sent out scouts in an attempt to traverse through the layer of smoke, but the results were very disappointing.

They couldn’t get out.

They always ended up circling back to the same side of the blocked area.

After several attempts, the high-ups called off such actions.

Losing a few people wasn’t the most terrifying outcome; commanders feared that these scouts might bring something else out of the smoke.

Gathered to defend the Brass Fortress against the Wolf People were elite troops, well-experienced.

Lord Paryen at Charldo Harbor mentioned having seen similar things in the Misty Sea before.

Elf Ranger General Filoseer Emajil herself had seen the same kind of evil Merfolk.

Not just her, the Sanghai commander here, the “Sun Priest” Umon, also knew quite a bit about this thing.

They all believed that the presence of these smokes signaled the pervading of evil forces.

Although not explicitly stated, everyone knew that the Subspace Shadows were behind this.

Whether Elf or Sanghai, both belong to the particularly long-lived Eternal Species.

Within their kingdom factions, there was considerable understanding of the Subspace, but like a certain world calls that villain, who would normally speak such a detestable and dangerous name?

Moreover, importantly, the relations between the Elves and the Sanghai have always been poor, almost hostile.

The master of the Brass Fortress, the Supreme Lord of the Brass Dwarves, Hadlan “Hammer of the Earth,” didn’t even dare to place these two groups of people together for fear they’d start fighting among themselves first.

In such circumstances, let alone sharing intelligence, not giving false guidance was already helping greatly.

But it was tough on the human garrison within the Brass Fortress.

The short-lived species, the Big Head Soldiers, did not know much about the Subspace.

While others understood the current situation, they were kept in the dark, and no one came to explain things to them.

This back-and-forth only made the human soldiers increasingly restless.

Especially since the fortress’s gates have been kept closed for days under lockdown management, ordinary soldiers ordered to stay in their barracks felt like they were in confinement.

Commanders on both sides have been trying hard to appease the soldiers.

The only good news is that both human armies are truly elite, highly organized, and aware of their duties and risks at the Brass Fortress, thus no large-scale troubles have occurred yet.

But if things continue this way, new changes might arise.

On the seventh day of the Brass Fortress’s lockdown, Dwarf Guards came to notify the commanders of the two armies to attend a council meeting in the throne hall, making Brigadier Padru of the Golden Flower Kingdom and Major General Misoyan of the Nordtov Kingdom immediately realize that something might have changed again.

Logically speaking, the Goldenrod People and the Northerners have never been friends, but in this situation, at least both sides are human, and in negotiations with other species, they have a unified stance.

As they followed the Dwarf Guards to the throne hall, the two generals began a private conversation.

“These outsiders don’t even see us as reliable partners!”

Major General Misoyan stroked his well-maintained mustache and whispered to the young Brigadier Padru beside him, clad in knight armor:

“They all clearly know what that damned smoke outside is about.

My guards even heard the Elves whispering together when out for a stroll.

But look, it’s been a week, and no one has come to explain this matter or the current situation to us.”

“Tell me about it.”

With short golden hair, Brigadier Padru, holding his helmet, young and outspoken, was clearly dissatisfied with the treatment he and his soldiers received, and responded with a feigned gruffness:

“Right next to our barracks is the Dwarven infantry camp, and every night when I sleep, I can hear them running drills.

The noise keeps me awake.

I sent someone to ask, and they told me there were no military actions…

This is fooling us!

If they didn’t want us humans to guard here, they shouldn’t have let us in from the start, right?

This attitude is just as annoying as this city, never quiet, always restless.

Had I known we’d suffer like this here, I would have accepted the illustrious Third Lord’s invitation to help at the Blood Covenant Knight Order’s base.

Perhaps we’d have been better treated.”

“Tsk, tsk, are you referring to Lord Yvette Liad Capadocia?”

Major General Misoyan cast a strange look at his foreign colleague and muttered softly:

“That lord is indeed well-regarded, but she invited you as well?”

“?”

Brigadier Padru was taken aback at the remark, exchanged a glance with the Northern Major General, and both men despondently realized that their fantasies of their “male charm” were shattered by the cruel reality at that moment.

The invitation from the Blood Covenant’s Third Lord probably wasn’t based on their charm at all; they thought they were some “King of the Sea,” only to find out they didn’t even qualify as a mere “water ghost”!

At best, they were just “remnants.”