Chapter 2615: Chapter 872: Completely Insane! The Trusted Transylvania Meat Grinder, Just for You_3

Damn, the war talents of these bastards are truly terrifying...

No, rather than attributing it to the individual learning abilities of the Wolf People, it’s better to say it’s due to their current commander, that guy named Huggesen!

He is consciously learning from the enemy to enhance the ancient effective tactics of the Wolf People. If this guy survives and goes back, I’m afraid the civilizations will face a group of Wolf People gunmen opening the way with firearms and explosives in the next Black Disaster.

"Thunk"

A bone arrow struck the armor of Old Qin with sparks flying, but it did not affect Old Qin’s charge. Yet, as he approached the trench, the arrow rain from the Wolf People grew denser, and hunters shouted while throwing ignited dwarf bombs from the trenches.

"Soar! Assault!"

A cold light flashed in Old Qin’s eyes as he shouted and activated the flight pack of his Swift Eagle exoskeleton, propelling himself into the air and hovering. The exoskeleton-wearers and vampire players ascended, unleashing firepower with their Blood Vulture Claws to suppress the counterattack of the Wolf People, creating an opportunity for the brothers advancing from the rear.

It was unfortunate that the elite players were all reassigned by Lord Paryen, otherwise, this assault would have been easier.

But even now, it’s enough.

"Boom"

Having emptied his bullets, Old Qin drew the chainsaw sword from his back and plunged into the trench below, executing an Eight-Directions Night Battle Tornado Slash as he landed, dismembering the charging Wolf People. Then, under cover from old soldiers of the Qing dynasty, he charged forward along the trench. The six hundred-player assault team quickly engaged the Wolf People in the trench, and then the People’s Army Warriors also began their charge.

The most difficult task was shouldered by the Undying Spirits, but how could these Transia locals allow brave aliens to take all the glory up front?

A vampire lieutenant, clad in armor, wielded a sword of war, leading brave soldiers deep into the enemy’s formation.

They were like a Crimson Sword, sharply tearing into the flank of the Wolf People and starting to relish the feast of battle, with blood swirling around, agitating the warriors of the Blood Vulture Clan into greater frenzy. The Wolf People in the trench were driven back step by step, but their counterattacks remained lethal.

Old Qin led his men as a spearhead, charging ahead while fierce battles continued in the rear trenches, and they pressed on even further into the trenches ahead, as brave and sharp as ever.

Finally, they sprinted to the outermost trench, yet as Old Qin jumped into the trench, his heart sank.

He did not see more Wolf People defenders here.

Instead, there was only an excavated tunnel beneath the empty trench, unmistakably the handiwork of the Gnolls, but given the trench’s terrain, further digging wasn’t necessary, so there was only one conclusion...

"Run! It’s a trap!"

Old Qin roared, grabbing a player with one hand and soaring into the sky, shouting towards the battlefield raging behind him, but it was already too late.

Six hundred players and an equal number of People’s Army Warriors were already held up in the trench by the red-eyed Wolf People, unable to escape quickly. Hence, those explosives buried beneath the trench...

"Boom"

In an earth-shaking explosion, under the gaze of Lord Qin’s gritted teeth from the sky, the ground at the center of the trench zone violently jolted.

The intense explosive force erupted from below, sending many Wolf People into the sky. They were already dead at the moment of "takeoff," along with those brave Transia warriors.

The upheaved ground then collapsed, turning the area into a sunken pit, almost immediately followed by a whistling meteor crashing down at the explosion’s center. After the meteor’s impact dissipated, the shattered pit emitted a scorched and deadly atmosphere. Except for the few players who had flown skyward in advance, everyone else had seemingly vanished in an instant, as if performing a Health Bar Disappearance Spell.

Corpses lay scattered and buried on the collapsed battlefield. It’s hard to say how much explosive the Wolf People used for this outcome, but the result was glorious for them.

The simultaneous death of so many players was unprecedented since the launch of "Real Different World."

They... were outfoxed by the Wolf People.

Old Qin landed on the ground in an indescribable state, his body trembling as he knelt, grasping dog tags smoldering in the blood-soaked soil. Before him lay a slain People’s Army soldier.

He was so young, perhaps never imagining that he would die in such a vicious trap.

At that moment, Lord Qin’s heart felt as if it was weighed down by a stone.

He had made a terrible mistake, one that cost five hundred lives. They were someone’s children, pillars bearing hopes, living beings verily alive.

"Beep... Warning! User heart rate increasing... Warning!... Imminent disconnection and calling nearest medical facility... Warning! Blood pressure rising... Beep..."

The sky and earth spun around Old Qin, as if the whole world was dyed red at that instant.

After all, he was nearly seventy, and though the gaming helmet could make his avatar younger, the mental impact wasn’t so easily exempted.

"Lord Qin! Old Qin... Damn! Wake up, don’t scare us! Hey, can you hear me? Somebody, quickly!!"

The players around rushed over, lifting Lord Qin up, but before further aid could be administered, Old Qin’s body turned into a beam of light and vanished from the spot.

This was an emergency disconnection.

Meanwhile, not far from the frontline in a swamp, Huggesen clearly witnessed this scene through a spell cast by the Hunting Priest. He nodded in satisfaction, turning back to look at a group of silent Military Governors.

He asked:

"The Transia People have previously used the lives of the Immortals as sacrifices for victory, their lives are consumables. Such tactics are worth learning, and The Master of Hunting rejoices in such triumphs. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Our lives too are consumables born for the Divine Spirit... So, I ask you, have you learned?"