My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2707 -903: The Final Conversation Between the Living and the Dead (Part 2)

Once the God of the North Wind falls on the land of the Nords, it will bring unimaginable shock to its homeland. If there are issues with the church supporting the Wolf Queen Majesty, those hidden domestic opposition will definitely seize the opportunity to rise. In those years, the power minister Rurik, who conspired for the Hero King’s power and seized the national dynasty’s control, has already pointed the direction for all ambitious people.

They know what to do, and they definitely won’t give up any opportunity.

In the current continental situation, if Nordtof undergoes another coup, not to mention the Goldenrod Kingdom, even the Transia People reborn in the war won’t miss this heaven-sent opportunity.

In an instant, the General figured out the pattern. In the face of such a situation, even the Black Disaster can be set aside. Therefore, today’s primary combat duty is to defend the Divine Spirit and drive back the wolf pack’s traitors.

He thought while crawling forward, but as he rounded a bend, General Baldwin saw the completely collapsed tunnel ahead, which was brought down by an explosion on the surface. He had reached a dead end!

He went forward and struck the frozen earth with his fists. He could even hear the shouts and roars of the Wolf People from the ground, mixed with the starry sky wolf’s prolonged shriek.

But he was trapped in this tunnel and couldn’t join the battle.

Damn!

Baldwin gathered his spiritual energy and attacked diagonally upward. Although icicle after icicle pierced the earth, he couldn’t move it aside. Instead, the intense activity caused his spiritual energy to deplete too quickly, and after several attacks, the General’s Fiery Shield dispersed, surrounded by unbearable biting cold, making his breath visible.

If this continues, he will freeze to death.

Darn!

This isn’t the end he deserves.

He couldn’t perish in such an important war, which would decide the nation’s destiny, in the posture of a coward. It would be a mockery from fate.

“Is there anyone? I’m down here!”

General Baldwin roared with all his might along the collapsed tunnel, knowing his voice was unlikely to reach the surface. But he was helpless until he touched the explosives he’d collected along the way. A crazy idea surged in his mind and was quickly adopted.

He piled those explosives coated with ice shards together at the end of the tunnel, crawling back some distance. Then he gathered his last spiritual energy to create a flame on his finger, hoping the explosion in such a confined space might open a path, though a high chance existed it would bury him under the collapsed tunnel.

There was no better choice; thus, after taking a deep breath, the General flicked the flame from his finger, igniting the fuse of the dwarf bomb while murmuring the name of the God of the North Wind in his heart, hoping the Divine Spirit would protect him.

But suddenly he realized his God might not even be able to protect himself today…

Sigh, in this damn era, even deities aren’t free.

“Boom”

Flames erupted, and the violent impact lifted the frozen earth above, allowing General Baldwin to see a sliver of light. But before he could act, broken earth chunks fell with a crash, obscuring the last piece of light from his eyes.

Baldwin realized he was about to die.

He clenched his fist, ready to face the moment, but as the earth pinned him down, leaving him breathless, he heard strange ground vibrations and shouting.

“Come quickly! There’s someone here, darn it! It’s General Baldwin! I saw him at the banquet! He’s been buried, hurry, bring the walker over! We’ve dug out the General, he owes us a debt he’ll never repay.”

On the surface, an old soldier of the Qing dynasty shouted, leaning on a chainsaw sword. Soon, a heavy walker approached on six legs, and with a mechanical shovel, struck twice hard on the frozen ground, digging out General Baldwin with earth and all.

At this point, he was already in a state of dazed rescue.

He was surrounded by a group of players, enduring minutes of pinching and slapping before waking up. The first sight he saw was the Transia People’s walker, noticing the Winter Wolf Army’s style of coating and the number painted in red on its armor.

“Duke of Moritz?”

This combination of names struck General Baldwin like lightning, immediately reminding him of his aides who died in Baphomet Canyon.

As General Baldwin looked at the walker, the Dragon knights’ strange red observation marker, like a blood-red eyeball, moved in the V-shaped observation window, finally settling on the General. Perhaps it was a hallucination, but Baldwin indeed felt the giant war machine “watching” him.

“This is…this…”

The General wondered whether he was insane, perhaps due to dizziness from brief suffocation. Yet, he indeed sensed a familiar feeling from the machine, just as if Colonel Duke was still by his side.

“The Wolf People are charging up! Grab your gear, take them down!”

A sharp scream interrupted the General’s strange thoughts. He struggled to turn his head on the stretcher, seeing a group of heavily armed Wolf People braving the harsh wind and snow, charging towards them. Only now, having narrowly escaped death, did General Baldwin realize he was positioned in the front part of the Klim Fortress ruins.