My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 482 - 167. Faith is to faith, and the king is to the king_1

Chapter 482: 167. Faith is to faith, and the king is to the king_1

In the camp meeting room of Natalie, the battle group leader, the summoned witch hunter captains listened expressionlessly to Major Fraser’s description, and the room was in dead silence.

Bull Bull, who had managed to get a "seat" alongside Ambo, was stunned at this moment.

He was shocked at how the persecution of witch hunters within the Golden Flower Kingdom had reached such an unthinkable extent. These people had indeed been implicated in the church’s rebellion and fought for you for a full decade, leaving only so many people, yet now, after the war, you were unwilling to give them a way to survive.

This is clearly a case of the Circle Tower burning its bridges, intent on wiping them out completely!

On the other hand, Bull Bull felt a surge of excitement in his heart at this.

Well, well!

His sister’s judgment was indeed correct!

It seemed like a waste of time for him to leave the newbie village, but he didn’t expect to stumble upon such a massive event. There were still 1,400 people left in the entire White Oak Battle Group. If the Circle Tower wanted to stop them, they would need to deploy an army!

This wasn’t the small skirmish in the Smugglers’ Forest from before; this was a large-scale faction war!

Maybe he could become a "key role" in it?

And also, how could he keep such a big event to himself?

He had to share this good news with his comrades, so while pretending to listen attentively, he opened the forum in the game and posted a thread.

Regardless of how excited the small player, Bull Bull, was announcing the triggering and arrival of new events on the forum, the witch hunters in the meeting room were far less excited than him.

They knew all too well about the current situation of the White Oak Battle Group.

While there were 1400 people in all, in reality, most of them were the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled, who needed to rest and recuperate. The number of those able to fight would not exceed 500.

The only good news was, due to the persecution of witch hunters over the past ten years, there were no true "non-combatants" in their group. They all had high military literacy and could immediately begin action once a plan was confirmed.

"I know that it’s a big humiliation for you to pledge allegiance to the Vampire Lord of Transylvania at this time, but considering the current situation, this is the best decision we can make," Major Fraser persuaded.

"Whether it’s General Loren or the Cape family, neither of them can truly break with the Circle Tower at the moment. Even if we are determined to protect you, it would take time for the Silver Dwarfs’ Dwarf Earth Priests and my family’s mercenary troops to get here.

However, the Circle Tower’s carriage is already outside the camp.

I believe that their dispatching of envoys simply represents their attitude. There may already be a hunting troop prepared for you lurking nearby.

Lord Morphy is already mobilizing his troops. They will meet up with you in the Andma Hills after nightfall.

You must make a decision soon!"

"But, vampires..."

A fully armed elderly lady, a witch hunter master, sat in a chair, her voice hesitant, said:

"Even throughout the long years before the ten-year war, there was no peace to speak of between them and us. The two Night Wars and the Saints’ Expeditions have made both parties immersed in each other’s blood.

Would that vampire Morphy really kindly assist us?

I worry that what we might have to face is a two-pronged attack from the Circle Tower and the vampires..."

"Your worry is purely unnecessary, Mother Mary Ann."

As a new generation of witch hunter captain, Ambo attended the meeting with arms crossed and a smirk. She said cynically:

"The Circle Tower just wiped out the main camp of the Blood Vulture Clan. More than a hundred thousand people died because of it. Believe me, Morphy and his vampires probably can’t wait to devour those psychics alive. The only problem is whether they can provide enough support for us?

When we left before, there were fewer than 15 survivors left in the Blood Vulture Clan."

"His willingness to make promises might indicate that he has a way."

Old Norman said in a strained tone:

"As much as I detest that vampire, I have to admit that he is indeed extraordinary."

"Bang."

In the sound of table thumping, another surviving senior witch hunter abruptly stood up and shouted:

"Why have you started discussing that vampire assisting us? What about your stance as demon hunting warriors? Have you forgotten the teachings of Avalon? We must always be vigilant of the night..."

"Oh, give it a rest, Old Eugene! Avalon hasn’t responded to our prayers for ten years, we have to rely on ourselves now!"

"Shut your fucking mouth! You insincere bastard! No matter how difficult the times are, we, the children of nature, must not forget the teachings of Avalon! Otherwise, what’s the difference between us and those fallen ones who are indulging in slaughter?"

"Why the hell are you yelling at me?! If you’re so powerful, why don’t you go kill all those psychics by yourself? If you can’t, then shut up!"

"Damn it, Sanjeev! This is not the first time you have shown no respect for your elders, speaking rudely to Elder Eugene. As an elder’s apprentice, I must..."

"Bang."

The sound of the sacred oak blade striking the ground interrupted all the arguments in the room. Natalie, who had been silent, looked up. There was tranquility on her scarred face.

Her eyes swept over the witch hunter captains in front of her, and finally she stood up with the sacred blade in her hand. She said in a weak voice:

"We are going to Transylvania!"

"Leader! We can’t do this! The ancient teachings are not..."