My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank

Chapter 2500 - 834: Welcome to Our Humble Abode, Lord Administrator—The Farwalker Company Is Honored (Part 2)

The Maginot Line at the end of the Polluted Swamp is bound to witness a spectacular battle, the outcome of which will directly determine the fate of the Continent.

I now leave the choice to you."

He said to Major General Misoyan:

"Now that the subspace blockade has been lifted, the psychics of the Blood Vulture Clan will assist you in contacting General Baldwin. He is currently the commander-in-chief of Nordtof on the central battlefield. You would be wise to discuss how the upcoming battle should be conducted with him."

"A Wolfclan Sideguards unit is approaching here, Governor Morphy."

Prince Filoseer interrupted Murphy and Major General Misoyan’s conversation and said seriously:

"If they charge up the mountain, we won’t be able to hold onto this last bit of manpower. My rangers and human warriors fear no battle, but our situation is really dire; over a month of guerilla warfare has almost depleted our morale.

The soldiers need rest. I hope you will permit our soldiers to temporarily seek refuge within these ruins.

There is ample space here, enough to let our soldiers regroup and await further transfers and escape."

"They won’t be able to charge up. The new allies of the Civilized Camp will protect you."

Murphy looked over at Hog. The Wise Wolf nodded within his power armor, then closed the wolf-shaped visor and strode out of the control room like a mechanical giant.

Next, it would be time for him and Chief Sunk to step forward. Although the number of Werewolves sent by the Creator Faction is currently small, they are unafraid to fight their fallen kin for their ancestors’ noble beliefs.

Moreover, the Guardians of Creation have an absolute equipment advantage.

After Hog left, Major General Misoyan finally voiced the question hiding in his heart. He said:

"You actually trust a Werewolf? Pardon my frankness, Sir Morphy, are you insane?"

"Hog only appears to be a Werewolf. His current status is far more noble than yours or mine. Perhaps, sooner or later, your Lupa will be setting up a banquet at the Ice Palace anticipating the Wise Wolf’s presence. So mind your words, General Sir."

Murphy waved his hand, saying:

"I have no intention of discussing this matter with you; it is not something you should meddle in. But I can tell you that the Wise Wolf and his Guardians of Creation are about to partake in a major event that concerns the Continent’s affairs.

Miss Filoseer should know about this. In the upcoming assault on Moss Valley, the Guardians of Creation will bear the vanguard responsibility of breaking the enemy line.

They will prove their choice through their actions."

"Hmm."

As one of the God Slayers personally chosen by Lord Paryen, Filoseer knows the inside story and did not inquire further into this matter. As for requesting assistance, this Elf Prince didn’t even mention it.

Because there’s no need. Her situation is different from General Misoyan’s; she has paid Murphy for aid.

Murphy’s presence here proves her life and that of her rangers are sufficiently guaranteed.

"Then I won’t keep the two of you."

Murphy glanced at the program restart progress on the control platform beside him and said to the two commanders:

"Go back and reassure the soldiers. My warriors have brought enough ’nutrient paste’ from another secret location for your soldiers to feed on.

Don’t worry about its ingredients or source; I assure you it’s more nutritious than what you’ve eaten over this past month. Also, General Misoyan, please exaggerate the current situation a bit, so the soldiers know they’ve returned to the embrace of the Civilized Camp and need not worry about their safety anymore."

"Hmm, I will."

General Misoyan glanced at the silent Elf Ranger General Filoseer beside him, planning to inquire more from her later. But as the two left the control room, they encountered a seductive Vampire Lady blocking the doorway, surrounded by a group of Dukes Guard.

Triss, having received Murphy’s secret message and with the Lightning Wand in hand, glared at Filoseer’s face fiercely and said:

"Identical... What is your relationship with Luna? Elf!"

"No relation."

Prince Filoseer evidently did not want to discuss this topic.

But upon seeing that Triss’s fingers were already entwined with the dangerous Psychic Lightning, she bit her lip, feeling immensely aggrieved. Helplessly, she whispered:

"Alright, I am her... mother, in a certain sense."

"Then come with me!"

Triss dispersed the lightning from her fingertips, saying imperatively:

"I need to talk to you about Luna; she’s my first offspring, and I am her ’mother’... from a certain perspective."

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"Hopefully Triss doesn’t go overboard; I don’t want to explain to the Elf King why his sister ended up dead in a place of creation, let alone sliced apart..."

In the control room, Murphy helplessly muttered.

This strange worry prompted Lena, beside him, to give him an odd look. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, Lena moved her neck and shoulders, then bade farewell, saying:

"Since you have personally taken charge here, I should bid you goodbye, Murphy... Master, I need to continue my hunt against Dusk. The destruction of the R-9 Base is just the beginning! I’ve tasted victory, but my heart thirsts for more vengeance."

"No problem, off you go."

Murphy nodded, saying:

"We currently lack many viable clues about Dusk, so I suggest you seek out Lady Shani. She is undertaking a series of demolition tasks against the ’Origins’ of the Dusk Faction under Lord Paryen’s command and could use someone strong and determined like you to accompany her."