My Players Are So Fierce

“Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!”

Flying in the air under the illumination of the Astral Realm’s creation, Ah Yuen, who had witnessed the entire process of the winged cavalry’s acceleration and final charge, now hovered in the air, his two large wings not flapping, his face full of shock, fully demonstrating the chaos in his brain.

Right now, he couldn’t say anything other than the crude “Holy shit”.

Obviously, seeing something incredible had caused Ah Yuen’s poor pig brain to overload instantly, but it didn’t matter much, because the reactions of others weren’t much better than his.

Especially after witnessing firsthand the crazy 500-man cavalry formation easily pierce through the gnoll vanguard’s position in one minute with an eerie combination of “relaxed and easy” and “unstoppable” postures, and then make an elegant Proficient turn on the other side, starting to accelerate again, preparing for a second impact, Onboard Joy Stick’s gaping mouth finally closed.

“Holy shit! This isn’t fucking scientific!”

Brother Stick screamed:

“Where did these nuclear-powered cavalry come from? Is this level of kinetic energy accumulation real? This level of impact is not something humans can achieve, right?

The development team and the dog planners have finally stopped pretending, right? Have they decided to completely abandon physics?

This is the first time I’ve seen such a degree of formation penetration achieved with a wall-like charge, how lazy are they? You could at least form an arrowhead charge formation.

Damn, this is too ruthless.”

“F**k f**k f**k! They’re going to charge a second time, brothers in the sky, start recording! What great material, hurry up and record it!”

Medical Insurance Warrior Great Sion on the ground was nearly going crazy.

He wasn’t a vampire so he couldn’t fly into the sky to overlook this crazy winged cavalry’s “slaughter performance”, but as a content creator, his instinct told him that the explosive scene he had been pursuing was right before his eyes.

If he could record the entire scene of this group of winged cavalry charging, it wouldn’t even need secondary editing, just the overwhelming and unstoppable momentum would make the best promotional material.

He felt his blood boiling just watching the scene of the winged cavalry charging into the gnoll formation from the ground, let alone the vampire brothers who were flying around in the air and could view the entire situation from a more convenient angle.

“This is too ridiculous, isn’t it?”

Far from just Onboard Joy Stick being shocked by this scene, Sword Saint Ashina, also flying in the air, widened her eyes and exclaimed to Sister Pomegranate beside her:

“The gnolls that were pressing us so hard are just like little chicks in front of these fierce guys, and their giant-like stature and those terrifyingly shaped horses look unscientific no matter how you look at it, right?

So is this the truth of this world?”

“You know nothing about the truth, you poor thing.”

Sister Pomegranate patted Sword Saint Ashina’s head and said:

“We’re still in Transia and haven’t gone out yet, and Transia is the ‘newbie village’ designated by the development team. This world is huge.

As long as we continue, someday you’ll see things that will overturn all your perceptions.

To be honest, I’m already too lazy to criticize these unscientific things, they always remind me that this is not a real world.

Hmm, Lord Murphy has gone down, it’s time for a counterattack!

Come on, let’s go too!”

Sister Pomegranate folded her wings and swooped down towards the gnoll formation below, but Sword Saint Ashina, carrying her Iron Warden on her back, still hovered in the air.

From her perspective, she could clearly see that in the winged cavalry’s second charge, the gnoll formation had completely collapsed.

Like a garbage bag torn open from the middle, the crowd of 20,000 gnoll vanguards had been split in two, with the upper half pressed down on the battlefield unable to escape, while those at the back were completely uncontrollable and had started an unstoppable rout, having been thoroughly frightened.

To be honest, the number of gnolls directly killed by the winged cavalry’s charge wasn’t that high, far less than the number defeated by the city’s defenders over the past hour and more.

But the problem was that the momentum of these winged cavalry was truly incredible.

Especially the momentum when they charged, let alone the gnolls, even someone like Sword Saint Ashina, who had experienced the impact of modern knowledge, felt her perceptions shattered.

In this situation, it was simply impossible to expect the gnolls to hold their positions, their level of organization simply couldn’t achieve this, this was just a large bandit group organized by savagery, greed, and violence.

There was no point in expecting them to have any willpower.

By the way, the sight of so many gnolls howling and fleeing was truly spectacular, just like a herd of animals suddenly attacked by lions.

“Even if it were 20,000 pigs”

Sword Saint Ashina popped a candy into her mouth and muttered under her breath.

She pulled out the Iron Warden from her back, loaded her favorite Dragon’s Breath ammunition into the chamber, then let out a cheer, flapped her wings to do two rolls in the air, and charged down towards the dark mass of the formation below.

The Dragon’s Breath ammunition fired from 3 meters in the air, two bursts of flame shot out from the muzzle, setting fire to the fur of a large patch of gnolls below. The latter howled even more chaotically, and were then cut down by the Blood Pact Knights who charged out from the Nocturne barrier on horseback.

At this point, there was no longer any need for Lord Murphy to give orders to the defenders.

Maxim and Adele had already led their respective subordinates from the defense line to counterattack, and the Witch Hunters had also rushed out from various places to mercilessly harvest the lives of the gnolls whose morale had already collapsed.

The current situation was not what they had imagined.

After all, Murphy and Tris couldn’t guarantee that the Countess of Seicob and her winged cavalry would definitely come, so they hadn’t told the defenders about this news.

But this didn’t hinder the joy and excitement in the hearts of the people of Transia when they saw the winged cavalry they had been praising appear on the battlefield.

For many years in the past, this cavalry under the Count of Seicob had been the symbol of Transia’s highest deterrence, and every war they participated in was victorious!

Tonight would be no exception!

However, the scene of the winged cavalry dominating the battlefield looked quite different in Murphy’s eyes.

“The winged cavalry indeed suffered heavy losses.”

Murphy thought to himself as he wielded Necessary Evil and went on a rampage in the gnoll crowd:

“It’s said that at their peak, the Count of Seicob had an invincible legion of 5,000 heavy cavalry under his command, which was the continent’s top cavalry supported by the entire Portia Federation’s finances.

But in the battle where Seicob City was destroyed by the plague, most of them were buried in the city’s defense, and I think that patch of forest can’t support more than a thousand knights’ needs, so if nothing unexpected happened, these before us are likely all the remaining winged cavalry.

475 people.

Tsk tsk, just like the Blood Vulture Clan, barely hanging on with their last breath.

But from my perspective as a governor, this is extraordinarily wonderful. If they really still had 2,000 cavalry, then I would be the one unable to sleep at night.”

“What are you thinking about?”

A familiar voice sounded from behind.

Murphy swung his sword to cut off the claws of an elite barbarian warrior in front of him, then kicked him towards a little player nearby, letting him die from being dismembered by multiple blades, before shaking the blood off his blade and turning around.

Behind him, crimson spirit lightning was exploding in the darkness in a dispersing manner.

Wherever those jumping electric arcs reached, they would pull all life they touched into painful electrocution, and what’s more amazing was that this wasn’t a one-time spirit energy, but a continuous AOE similar to a “static electric field”.

Wherever Tris, holding an exquisite staff, walked, the gnolls around her fell in swathes, convulsing.

This description might not match Tris’s current elegant demeanor, but Murphy just felt that his Tris was like a diligent farmwoman swinging a sickle, industriously harvesting ripe wheat.

The fact that Tris had already appeared here proved that the restart of the Nocturne barrier was no longer obstructed.

She no longer needed to stay there as the manipulator to maintain it, and was finally able to free herself to support this battle that had already entered its final stage.

A Spirit Sovereign appeared on the battlefield!

If the gnolls were smart enough, they should run now. No, no, no, if they were smart enough, they should have high-tailed it when the winged cavalry appeared on the flank of the battlefield.

In response to Tris’s inquiry, Murphy shrugged and replied:

“It’s nothing, just some boring and dark thoughts belonging to politics. I shouldn’t say it out loud lest it spoil tonight’s hard-won victory.

I believe everything tonight is so wonderful obviously because my goddess of victory has blessed me. Perhaps we should revisit that ‘ritual’ after all this is over.”

“Smooth talker!”

Tris glared at him, raising her hand to make a virtual grasping motion forward, and the gathered spirit energy burst forth from the front.

In the grasp of the enormous crimson ghost claw, a large group of gnolls was lifted into the air and then, with a wave of Tris’s palm, they were thrown out like cannonballs.

This technique had poor killing power.

But Tris knew very well that it could inflict more fear on the already terrified gnolls, and fear had become the deadliest blade in their hands, each swing making the enemy panic beyond measure.

She continuously released this unique spell, letting the gnolls, who now had nowhere to run or hide, experience the joy of “flying” hard.

“I can summon a few dimensional meteorites to liven things up,” she turned back to Murphy and said:

“Need any?”

“No, no need.”

The lord shook his head and said seriously:

“This is enough. Their will has been crushed, and the ‘Transia 100-Day Grand Construction’ project I’m about to push forward needs a lot of manpower.

Gnolls have great endurance and strength greater than ordinary people. It’s too wasteful to kill them here.

I hope to see them use their brute force in appropriate places, such as building a north-south thoroughfare for the Count of Kadman, and then extending this road northward to the forests of Count Seicob and southward to the edge of Foul Swamp over the next few months.

We’re going to fight a real war, Tris.

Such a main line will make it 10 times easier for us to transport supplies and manpower.

The gnolls will be sent to military court for their war crimes, and the only punishment and redemption they can get is to use their own hands to make effective constructions for this land they have ravaged.”

“You really plan to mobilize gnoll prisoners of war on a large scale?”

Tris blinked and said:

“They become very dangerous once they form groups, and once they have a raiding leader, they’ll quickly turn into bandits. If you relax control, maybe these guys will even cause trouble when the Black Disaster comes.”

“Yes, I admit this risk does exist,”

Murphy nodded, then showed an indescribable smile. He said softly:

“If they can survive until 5 months later under the heavy work pressure and still have enough strength to start a rebellion…

Then I’ll accept it.

Don’t worry, Tris. When the Black Disaster breaks out, the number of gnolls on this land will be reduced to below a safe threshold.”

“You-”

Tris finally understood Murphy’s meaning. She said in a low voice:

“You sometimes really make me feel a chill in my heart, always saying the most terrifying things in the most proper manner.”

“You’re a historian. Do you know how humans tamed wolves into dogs?”

Murphy pulled Necessary Evil out of the blade again. He said to Tris:

“Submissive genes can be passed down, while unwanted frenzy and uncontrolled individuals should be killed on the spot. In my view, the reason gnolls have threatened the continent for hundreds of years is not just because they can reproduce and refuse civilization.

It’s just because we haven’t mastered the correct breeding method.

You have to accept them first…

Before you can transform them.”

“Swoosh”

The cold blade pointed at a trembling gnoll spellcaster in front, who was clutching a broken bone staff, covered in blood, with despair on its face.

It didn’t dare to look up at Murphy’s eyes, but it heard Murphy say to it:

“Kneel!”

“Aow?”

“Kneel and you’ll live, even live better.”

The gnoll understood Murphy’s meaning, but it didn’t seem to intend to obey.

It raised its paw shakily. Murphy, with a smile, shrugged, and in a swing of the blade, cut its throat, then turned to look at another barbarian already covered in blood.

He repeated:

“Kneel!”

This time, Murphy was very lucky.

That gnoll was terrified.

Fear filled its heart, and the constant rumbling on the ground behind and the wailing of its kindred meant death was very, very close.

Faced with Murphy’s still-dripping blade, the gnoll barbarian didn’t intend to show its bravery.

It lay on the ground, pleading.

Murphy looked back at Tris and said:

“See, how hard can it be?”

“This makes me very uncomfortable, Murphy!”

Tris was unusually a bit angry. Murphy shook his head and soothed:

“Taming a species has never been a comfortable process, my goddess of victory, but we can put it another way. We will bring them civilization and spiritual freedom, give them dignity and democracy.

There will always be some fools who believe this set and regard it as a criterion.

And those individuals whose brains are not as big as walnuts but think highly of themselves are the ones we need to keep. I just want to solve the Black Disaster once and for all, this is the attempt I’m making.

In fact, you know, vampires have long started similar attempts.

Those die-hard Blood Servants…

I’m just following in the footsteps of our predecessors.”

“Don’t do this in front of me, I don’t like it.”

Tris snorted coldly and turned to leave.

She raised her scepter as if venting her anger, summoning a dimensional meteorite burning with purple flames from the night sky and smashing it down towards the fleeing gnolls.

Murphy watched Tris leave. He turned back to look at the gnoll lying in front of him and said:

“I will appoint you as the supervisor of Transia’s First Engineering Team, as a reward for your ‘loyalty’. Ah, Tris is right.

This kind of thing really makes people uncomfortable.”

——

“Holy shit! I’ve decided, I want to be a cavalryman! Just like them!”

On the battlefield under the night, the excited Onboard Joy Stick led his brothers to cooperate with Maxim’s People’s Army in hunting down the fleeing gnolls.

He stared intently at those winged cavalrymen who had spread out their formation in the darkness and started to carry out the expulsion operation. He shouted to his brothers:

“This is the perfect profession I imagined! Brothers, we need to charge! We need to quickly raise the favorability of these NPCs. I have a feeling.

No, I can be sure!

We can become winged cavalrymen, this might be the third set of profession system that’s about to open! Cool, this kind of unstoppable charge is the romance of men.”

“But you said earlier that using a sword to chop ghouls was the romance of men.”

Tiger Leopard Rider·Lin beside him commented:

“When you saw Little Ashina get that Iron Warden, you said using that thing to smash the enemy’s head was the romance of men. When you saw Lord Murphy soaring under the night sky, you said flying was the romance of men.

Brother Stick, how many romances are there in your life?”

“Can’t help it, our Brother Stick is just such a flamboyant man, he hopes his life is full of all kinds of romance.”

Another brother added cheekily:

“But even though he pursues romance so much, he hasn’t met a woman who appreciates his romance at the age of 30-something.

Tsk tsk, this has to be said to be a tragedy.”

“Shut up, all of you!”

Onboard Joy Stick yelled angrily:

“We’re at war, all of you be serious! And it’s not that I don’t want to find someone, I just haven’t met the right one. Shut up! Shut up! What’s the use of me explaining this to you, are you all so gossipy even when playing games?

Quick!

Keep charging!

Kill all these gnolls!

Let’s raise our team score and secure first place!”

“Ha, he’s getting anxious, a certain middle-aged single bachelor is getting anxious, I’m not saying who.”

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