My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1272 - 430. Eye of the Wolf God · Time of the Hunt

Chapter 1272: 430. Eye of the Wolf God · Time of the Hunt

As dawn broke, the warriors of the Rushing River Knights Group were still fighting on the lands near the ruins of Malo Town. Even though all the Jackal Warlocks had been eradicated, the battle was far from over.

Undead roamed among the town’s ruins, becoming frenzied at the scent of any living being.

What was worse, these undead, after forming into an army, began to mindlessly advance beyond the ruins of Malo Town. It seemed the living in the nearest village were luring them, and under the sunlight, the battlefield grew even more intense rather than quieting down.

"Holy Light, please grant me strength! Purify these foul bones!"

Uncle Fuding, who had been busy all night, was still full of energy. Upon seeing another wave of undead skeletons emerging from the ruins, he hoisted his war hammer with a loud cry and charged forward.

Several Torrent Knights at his side followed suit, fearlessly engaging the skeletons and pulverizing them into piles of bone dust within minutes.

These skeleton soldiers, awakened from their tombs, were fragile.

As long as one could overcome the fear of the undead, even new soldiers could easily defeat them. However, the challenge of the battle lay not with those who had no advantage in numbers, but with the Elite Skeleton Army that the Jackal Warlocks had left behind in the town’s ruins.

Those were not enemies one could casually deal with.

But if they were not dealt with, their wandering in the ruins, bringing with them the aura of the Netherworld, would ensure this land afflicted by last night’s trials would never know peace.

"This is practically the scale of a five-player heroic dungeon. If we’re willing to invest a bit more, I bet we could form a ten-player dungeon."

Marlene, the master magician resting at the temporary frontline post, boasted to several newbies who had just joined the game as she nibbled on dry rations:

"This damn game builds its dungeons like this, crafting each one naturally with a story progression. I reckon in the next few days there might be an introduction to this dungeon by the development team on the forums.

Look!

Did big brother lie to you?

Didn’t I tell you there were fun things in this game? After logging off later, hurry and recruit people. Bring over everyone from your original team and let’s join forces."

"Uh huh, uh huh."

The newbie RP party soldiers, who had joined the game just last week, nodded fervently. The memories and thrills from last night’s battle were still fresh in their minds, and even during their rest, they would lean on their weapons, recalling their bravery from the night before with silly grins on their faces.

Miss Biqi, who was inspecting the positions, saw these expressions and grew even more dissatisfied.

These new soldiers performed terribly last night!

There were even embarrassing incidents where some fell off their horses and broke their legs because they charged with incorrect posture. It was clear that her training for them over the past period was far from sufficient!

More training!

They must train harder!

"The teachings of the Valande Knight are correct. To make a boy into a true cavalryman, we must subject their bodies and minds to rigorous trials and tempering."

Miss Biqi, who hadn’t slept a wink but was still bursting with energy, complained to the Knight of Liwen at her side, hands on her hips:

"Seems like I’ve been too gentle with them in the past. I need to be stricter in the future."

"Um, miss, I’m not sure if I should say this."

The Knight of Liwen hesitated and spoke quietly:

"Based on my observations recently, the harsher you are on them, the more excited they become. There have even been extreme cases where they’ve made mistakes on purpose just to be scolded by you. They really idolize you. But I feel that their enthusiasm and admiration might not just be for the noble pursuit of knighthood.

They look at you in a strange way."

"Ah? Really?"

Biqi crossed her arms over her chest in feigned alarm, saying:

"Do they harbor improper thoughts about me? That can’t be, right? They’re so weak, even if ten of them came at me, I could take them down one by one with my fists, right?"

"Uh, well, I shouldn’t have mentioned it."

LiWen covered her face in distress.

But then she turned her head to look at a nearby area behind the position, where a group of "refugees" were being escorted away from the unsafe area.

These poor souls were survivors rescued by the Rushing River Knights from the vampires near the battle zone; they appeared listless, bodies shaking, with some sprawled on the ground sobbing bitterly.

The miserable sight made it difficult for the local garrison resting in the position to watch, yet none sought to stop the Rushing River Knights from taking away the innocents.

Especially the soldiers of the Pioneer Army who had survived the deadly battle from the previous night; from an original 540, less than 90 remained at the end of the fight, now only wanting to sleep soundly at their positions after "Lady Shui’s" healing.

Truth be told, if the Rushing River Knights had not arrived in time, even these last 90 would not have hoped to survive.

Given the intensity of last night’s attack by the Jackal Warlocks and the Skeleton Army, without opposition, the scope of catastrophe would certainly have expanded to encompass several surrounding villages by dawn today, which would mean even more unbearable disastrous consequences.

"I don’t like the way they’re dealing with this, Liwen."

Miss Biqi, holding the hilt of her sword at her waist, said with a grave voice: