My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2584 -862: Hush, Listen, the Swamp Trees Are Speaking Transylvanian (Not Really)_2

“Over at Wolf Castle, there’s a squad of Blood Vulture Vampires on standby. Lord Qin has stored plenty of incendiary bombs there. Just a precise round of bombing could turn those Jackals to ash.”

“Are you crazy?”

Deep-fried Sweet Potato cursed:

“It’s daytime! If Vampires dare to take off, they’ll burn to death first. Besides, the situation is urgent. By the time they fly over, it’ll be too late. We need a more direct method.”

“There are a lot of trees nearby, and I just saw some toads… the kind that explodes. The Druids of Avalon specifically warned us to stay away from those dangerous things. The Jackals know they’re dangerous too, which is why they didn’t camp near the water source.”

Tomato Sauce smugly whispered:

“My secondary occupation is Hunter, and recently I bought a scroll of Beast Speech from the Avalon Church. I can communicate with beasts to temporarily calm those toads, gather them up, and then throw them into the Jackal Camp.

They’re explosive when agitated, and their fluids vaporize with an intense burn, quite powerful. While these might not kill the Jackals, it’ll at least startle them enough to keep them off the battlefield.

Deep-fried Sweet Potato and Fermented Tofu spread out.

Didn’t the Avalon Priests say? The trees in the Carnivorous Forest won’t actively attack us, but if the Jackals run wild, they’ll be seen as targets. If we can make them bleed, all the better. The blood would excite these carnivorous plants even more.

Lure the Jackals to that area by the water teeming with Spiky Lichen. There are Strangling Vines and Wild Vines too, definitely enough to give them hell.”

“What about me?”

Cucumber Sticks was anxious, seeing he hadn’t been assigned a task.

He also wanted to contribute to Transylvania’s war efforts, but Deep-fried Sweet Potato already understood Tomato Sauce’s plan. He patted the youngest, Cucumber Sticks, on the shoulder and pointed to the pile of explosives on the ground, saying:

“Once we’ve lured the Jackals away, your job is to call for support on the walkie-talkie and throw these things into the camp, especially the Butterfly Mines. Spread them out as wide as possible. The three of us aren’t coming back today, so whether you can cause enough harm to the Jackals depends on your skill.

Look, if we pull this off, the four of us defeating hundreds of Jackals would be both a tribute to our ancestors’ glory and enough to get us to the Hall of Fame. It’s an unrepeatable, resounding victory!

One that’ll make you proud.

Even if we die, it’s just a three-day internet ban.

I’ve been gaming too much recently, and my parents are fed up. I need to behave in the next few days unless I want a whipping from my dad’s Seven Wolves.”

“Alright! You guys are amazing, I won’t screw this up! It’s just a life, I’ll complete the mission for sure!”

Cucumber Sticks steeled himself and agreed.

Thus, the fearless artist team of four sprung into action immediately. Tomato Sauce sneaked to the water’s edge and began using a skill to calm the explosive toads, stuffing them into jars. Meanwhile, Deep-fried Sweet Potato and Fermented Tofu positioned themselves with guns near two spots around the camp, setting up some surprises along their pre-planned escape routes.

The Jackals in the camp were prepping quickly, and by the time Tomato Sauce, with a mischievous grin, returned with four or five jars, the Blood Scar Military Governor was already delivering a pre-battle speech.

It was the same old drivel about glory for the Black Disaster and The Master of Hunting. Even the Jackal Soldiers were tired of it, not to mention the players who had been battling them for over three months.

“Get ready!”

Tomato Sauce gave Cucumber Sticks hiding in the trench a signal for military action, then crawled towards the Jackals with the “weapons of mass destruction” jars. To avoid detection by the keen-nosed Throne Wolves, he smeared himself with foul-smelling mud, Rambo-style.

Disgusting as it was, it worked quite well.

Once he crawled to a tent for cover, Tomato Sauce took the jars off, wearing a twisted grin, shook them vigorously to agitate the toads inside, then using combat-trained grenade throwing skills, tossed them into the formation of Jackals.

The first jar hit a Jackal Barbarian Soldier right on the head. The confused guy picked it up, curious about its contents, only to hear a dull pop right after.

The violent pheromone explosion shattered the jar, spraying the toads’ corrosive fluids everywhere. Within a five-meter radius, any Jackal touched by these fluids screamed in pain. But then, more jars kept raining in, their stench spreading amid the dull explosions and cries.

This was just the beginning, more like a signal, as Deep-fried Sweet Potato and Fermented Tofu unleashed artillery on that spot from either side simultaneously.

All four were experts in using hand cannons, with accuracy bonuses for portable grenade launchers. As soldiers personally trained by Old Qin, these four college students were skilled mortar operators, executing three precise consecutive shots.

The first two bombs went off at the periphery, and the last shot by Deep-fried Sweet Potato had extremely good luck. The phosphorus bomb augmented with Burning Gold landed not far from the Military Governor.