My Players Are So Fierce

Kenport Gnawbone thought he could easily defeat these fools who dared to challenge him, as they were weak and only relied on numbers to fight him.

But this wild and powerful Silver rank gnoll soon discovered that things were not progressing as smoothly as he had imagined.

The flail he wielded was extremely powerful, and even though the opponents were carrying heavy shields, they could barely withstand it. Each strike could knock them back, but as soon as one was knocked away, another would immediately take their place.

These cowardly bastards had many sturdy shield warriors to ensure this continuous alternating combat wouldn’t break down. If Kenport couldn’t kill these harassers in one hit, those who were knocked down would quickly recover enough to continue fighting with the help of healers hiding in the back.

This made Kenport very irritated.

He felt like he was trapped!

Like a fierce beast caught in a net, his claws and fangs were still sharp but he could never break free.

He realized the enemy was good at coordination, acting like a well-oiled machine. While the shield warriors held off his attacks, other melee fighters would try their best to sneak in attacks. Even though their weapons could hardly penetrate his armor, there were always some areas not covered by armor that would be hit by their poisoned weapons.

What’s worse was that among these bastards were spellcasters. Whether it was direct offensive spirit energy or curses that weakened him, these were things his armor couldn’t block.

He didn’t have a character interface to clearly show all the debuffs on him, but as a Hunting Priest, he was no stranger to spirit energy spells.

He could tell that he had at least slow, weakness, increased damage taken, mind shock, and confusion debuffs on him. Even though these guys weren’t very Proficient at using spirit energy, and his own spirit resistance as a hunting priest was decent, every time he cleansed the negative statuses on himself during breaks in combat, new negative statuses would be applied within seconds.

It was extremely annoying!

He felt like an elephant surrounded by ants, or a leopard trying to hunt a porcupine, completely unable to use his strength effectively.

“Despicable and weak bloodsucking dogs!” he cursed.

Irritated, he swung his flail with even greater force, as if wanting to inflict all his anger and humiliation on these fools who didn’t know when to quit.

This strike was extremely savage. The swinging flail could deliver three heavy blows in one swing, and the unlucky shield bearer Three to Five Pecks happened to be right in front of Kenport.

Even though Three to Five Pecks had already used Witch Hunter techniques to defend as best he could, the BOSS still dealt crushing damage. The first blow cracked his shield, the second shattered his defense, and the third hit Three to Five Pecks’ skull as the shield exploded.

With a “bang”.

Like a watermelon bursting open.

Three to Five Pecks didn’t even have time to scream before his headless corpse fell to the ground.

“F**k!” Meow King and Brother Stick exclaimed at the same time.

Not good!

The shield coordination had gone wrong, and Kenport’s reaction was faster than they had imagined.

After breaking through the damn defender, this savage gnoll charged straight through the defense, his eyes bloodshot as he rushed towards where the healers were positioned.

Fast and fierce, Niuniu reacted quickly to charge forward to intercept, but he simply couldn’t stop the charging Kenport. Kenport let out a brutal and anticipatory laugh as he swung his bloodstained flail at the human healer in front of him, who was wearing a nun’s robe but wielding a strange large scythe.

Lady Aqua, who was targeted, felt helpless.

Why did it seem like she was always the first to die in team fights? So, were healing classes just that hated on a completely realistic battlefield?

“Get out of the way!” Sister Pomegranate saw Lady Aqua standing still waiting to die and panicked. She leaped forward and kicked Lady Aqua’s bulging chest, sending her flying.

But the gnoll’s flail had already come crashing down, and Sister Pomegranate felt she was done for.

However, in the next second, with a strange flapping sound, a black gargoyle with folded wings flashed out from the side, its four limbs closing together to form a rock to take the hit in Sister Pomegranate’s place.

With a loud bang, the black gargoyle, made of ordinary stone and thus completely lacking in strength, was smashed to pieces.

However, this stroke of genius saved the precarious situation. Several bloodwood seeds thrown by Meow King took root and grew into blood-thirsty treants. Orchid, Niuniu, and Brother Stick rushed in to fill the gaps, barely managing to pull the out-of-control battlefield back to its previous rhythm.

Sister Pomegranate, still shaken, got up from the rubble and looked back to see Professor Chen smiling and waving at her not far away.

Clearly, it was Old Chen who had commanded the gargoyle to rush over and save Sister Pomegranate’s life.

“It’s left that damn totem’s range! Quick! Use the gun!” Little Ashina, flying overhead, pulled out Iron Warden and fired a shot at the howling gnoll below.

The terrifyingly powerful slug hit Kenport’s war helmet, finally knocking the heavy thing off. The moment the gnoll’s neck was exposed, Feel You Poor, who had been looking for an opportunity, perked up.

He gave a loud whistle.

Stinky Treasure, the Astral Realm manticore who had become increasingly cunning learning from its master, pounced out from its hiding place in the shadows, swiping a paw at the gnoll’s back.

But this wasn’t the main point. Its black, metallic-looking venomous tail stinger, like a legendary caltrop, plunged into Kenport’s thick neck with a “poof”.

Deadly Astral Realm venom was injected into the gnoll warlord’s body. Although Stinky Treasure’s head was smashed by Kenport’s return blow the next moment, it was only a projection in the material world and thus suffered no real loss.

On the contrary, the injection of this fatal poison immediately put the powerful Kenport into a state of weakness with limp limbs.

It howled, unable to even hold its heavy flail steady, and Frostfang Claw rushed out to perform a clean “disarm”.

The fall of the heavy weapon left Kenport barely able to hold his shield to block the suddenly intensified attacks from all sides. The gnoll knew he might be done for, but he didn’t intend to give up. He crushed the hunting bone ornament hanging around his neck to release a Hunting Priest’s wild purification to dispel the poison that was ravaging his body.

This scene, in the eyes of the little players, meant that they had finally pushed this fierce BOSS into the execution phase.

“Brothers! Get him!” Little Ashina shouted, slapping two expensive combustion gold slugs into her beloved trench gun, flying over and firing two shots at Kenport’s back.

The close-range bombardment produced an 【Armor Piercing】 effect, tearing open cracks in that thick armor, and also 【Ignited】 the gnoll’s mane. Constant weapon thrusts left Kenport in a sorry state.

Even the shield in his hand was snatched away by some bastard in the chaos. His hands were flailing but quickly became covered in wounds. The Hunting Priest’s poison dispelling ritual was taking effect, making him feel his strength returning, but the situation was already very dangerous. If he didn’t counterattack now, he would die from the shameless encirclement of these Black Iron trash.

So, as Meow King’s burning hunter’s sword pierced his waist, the gnoll warlord activated his signature ability as a Hunting Priest.

He called upon the hunting lord to grant him the power to hunt, awakening his fierce, wild, and irritable bestial nature. That pair of green eyes became bloodshot.

The atavistic ability unique to the Silver rank was also temporarily enhanced.

His already huge body swelled another size larger. South Mountain Tiger’s Howl, who was swinging his war hammer intending to smash his skull, brought the hammer down only to have its shaft caught by that blood-stained claw.

No matter how hard South Mountain Tiger’s Howl gritted his teeth and pressed down, the war hammer didn’t budge an inch.

The blood-covered gnoll warlord let out a wolf-like howl. He snatched the enemy’s weapon, grasping it in his hand and swinging it in a wide arc to declare the even wilder strength and fearless killing heart bestowed upon him now. Three consecutive hammer blows killed three little players who couldn’t dodge in time.

He thought such invincible power would surely scare away these cowards.

However, it didn’t!

After seeing him easily kill their companions, these blood servants and vampires not only weren’t scared off, but became even more joyful. The dazed Kenport even heard cheers rising from the crowd.

What were they happy about?

Shouldn’t they be feeling afraid?

Why were they cheering so happily and shouting strange things like “phase transition”, “entering execution”, “open YY”, “DPS go all out”?

Were these people all crazy?

Didn’t they know how to spell “death”?

“Bang”

The low gunshot announced the little players’ current mood. The bullet mixed with combustion gold powder flew into the gnoll warlord’s shoulder, bursting into a bloody light and making him stagger.

Then a shield came flying and hit him on the head, which thoroughly enraged the warrior now sovereign by his bestial nature, causing him to charge like a mad bull towards the direction the shield came from, dragging the war hammer along.

Not a shred of the dignity a Silver rank powerhouse should have remained, only a pitiful shell embracing beastly habits.

Murphy, flying high above, felt he didn’t need to watch anymore.

This big brainless gnoll couldn’t beat his finely coordinated little players even when he still had his wits about him, let alone now that he had lost his mind.

All that awaited him was a slow death by bleeding, like a wild bull in an arena.

The bull’s goring and trampling would undoubtedly easily kill the matador, but in most cases, it’s the matador who knows how to use his brain that emerges victorious.

“Ground bait, air DPS!” Brother Stick saw that the dangerous Kenport had lost his mind and finally let out a sigh of relief.

He knew this dungeon run was in the bag, so he immediately switched battle tactics. Under his command, the vampire players made full use of their aerial advantage.

Attacks from the air were something Kenport in his current state couldn’t defend against.

The only problem was that in a real combat environment, without lock-on assistance, their attacks might not necessarily hit, which was a bit annoying.

The bolder melee fighters were already starting to “show off” now.

For example, Tiger Leopard Rider’s brothers would always take the chance to sneak in a few cuts to bleed him or throw some Molotov cocktails to set the gnoll’s hairy body on fire when Kenport’s mindless charges stopped.

These guys expanded the battle circle very wide, creating a “kiting” tactic that made Kenport’s lethal charges almost impossible to hit anyone.

Although the blood frenzy gave Kenport extreme power, in the current situation, he had no way to break free from the ever-tightening death trap.

The only consolation was that the gnoll leader no longer had enough intelligence to contemplate his predicament. Only battle instincts drove his increasingly heavy body.

Until another charge when he could barely stand steady, Khaki Tony Tai in front of him yelled and performed a standard Blood Vulture-style “death drop” from the air, using the impact force to chop his poisoned battle axe into Kenport’s shoulder.

This Lethal Strike announced the end of the BOSS fight!

Kenport still tried to stand up, but the lone assassin who had been hiding in the shadows waiting for a chance finally bared his fangs.

Two bone daggers stolen from the gnoll warlord accompanied Frostfang Claw as he emerged from the shadows, with a vicious twist stabbing left and right into Kenport’s throat, injecting poison once again.

“Out of the way!” Brother Mao shouted as he charged over with built-up power.

Frostfang Claw, who had completed a perfect ambush, kicked off the gnoll warlord’s back and flipped away. The next second, Brother Mao, dragging his battle axe, swung his weapon in a full circle and, with a “poof”, chopped it into Kenport’s neck like felling a big tree.

This decapitating strike was full of power, and the angle of entry was very precise.

Brother Mao felt almost no resistance as he let the axe blade slice through flesh and bone, sending that ferocious blood-stained head flying into the air, then spinning down to crash onto the messy ground amidst the spectacular scene of foul-smelling blood spraying from the neck.

This valiant kill gave Brother Mao a one-time addition of 150 points on the personal scoreboard, finally widening the gap with Sister Pomegranate in second place.

“Hehehe.” Joy Stick stepped forward to pick up Kenport’s wide-eyed head, holding it up high with some disgust, letting the surviving little players burst into cheers.

They had won!

This dungeon had been speed-run!

Although they didn’t get the full three extra reward chests, this was pretty good as it was.

This scene also fell into the eyes of Hog, who had adventurously crossed through the Astral Realm shadows riding an earth wolf to confirm the situation. The skinny gnoll watched from afar as those bloodthirsty warriors raised Kenport’s big head like barbarians and let out frenzied battle cheers. While it finally put his mind at ease, it also made him extremely fearful of these warriors.

Even Kenport was no match for them!

If he had to deal with them in the future, he must not provoke them. He was far from being as strong as Kenport.

But witnessing the valiant Kenport die at the hands of these warriors like a hunted beast also firmed up an idea in Hog’s mind.

Crude and savage power was meaningless; only cunning wisdom could make one live better, just like the two completely different outcomes for himself and Kenport in this incident.

The best way not to die was to not fight at all.

No battle, no defeat.

“Tch” Hog let out a contemptuous sneer on the earth wolf. Witnessing the death of the “noble bloodline” made this “crippled lowborn” feel joyful. Without any more burdens, he patted the earth wolf’s head, letting it carry him away from this chaotic camp forever.

This was an ominous place; he would never come back.

However, after just a few steps, Hog saw Kenport’s giant armored dire wolf that he had brought from the Dark Mountain range. The beast had been tamed to be extremely obedient by Kenport. Now that Kenport was dead, this poor thing had its legs broken by the players and could only wait for death, whimpering.

“Hey!” Hog’s eyes lit up. He carefully approached, taking out meat and healing potions.

As the chieftain of the Blood Claw clan, wasn’t it normal for him to have an awesome mount and war beast?

“Loot! Look at the loot!” Brother Stick heard the little players shouting noisily behind him after he threw Kenport’s ugly big head into a large bag.

He turned around to see Niuniu picking up Kenport’s giant bone shield, while North Forest Dog’s Paddle was holding that strange yet powerful three-headed flail.

Next to the gnoll warlord’s corpse, Feel You Poor was eagerly trying to remove the BOSS’s oddly-shaped beast fang gauntlets.

Further away, Little Ashina was retrieving the clan helmet that had been knocked off earlier.

“Although there’s only one BOSS, the drops are quite numerous,” Joy Stick commented.

He wanted to calm the little players down and discuss how to distribute the loot, but before he could speak, a whistling sound came from high above. Everyone looked up to see Lord Murphy, who had been “slacking off” since the beginning, flapping his cool wings as he descended from the Astral Realm shadows.

But this time, no player complained about Lord Murphy’s unsportsmanlike “acting” against them.

Because Murphy was holding a treasure chest in each hand, supported by spirit energy.

Those elegantly and luxuriously shaped weapon boxes represented that in addition to the BOSS drops, they had extra treasures to take.

Who would complain about too much loot?

“Although it was very difficult to get a reward from Kudel, I think this is what you deserve, my warriors. Once again, you have protected this land and our common cause with your own bravery and hands,” Murphy said as he placed the two chests in front of the players.

These two boxes were urgently made at his request by Tris. They had no extra attributes and were purely beautiful, full of the unique elegant style of vampires.

“Accept our gifts with open hearts. This is a commendation for courage and noble deeds,” Murphy stepped back and made a “please” gesture.

He urged, “But you need to finish distributing the spoils quickly. Crimson Citadel is still under siege! The war isn’t over yet.”

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