My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank-Chapter 51 - 18

51: 18.

Surprised to sit up during a dying illness, laughing and asking where is the reward?

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51: 18.

Surprised to sit up during a dying illness, laughing and asking where is the reward?

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Look, they didn’t even want money!

Just a set of clothes is enough to appease them, this is certainly a great quality that is worth promoting, and it fully demonstrates that I really understand the preferences of these small players.

It was correct to ask Miss Phemys for cloaks and formal wear.

Every high-ranking vampire has at least one wardrobe full of ceremonial costumes like these, as all vampires share a love for luxury.

Even Cui Si, who has been down and out for more than a hundred years, now has several fine outfits that she puts on for formal occasions, and won’t even let Murphy hand-wash them for fear of damaging them.

For Miss Phemys, these “fashionable” items are not much effort, but for Murphy, they can serve as the “carrots” to motivate the small players.

However, this kind of small trick can only be played occasionally, as the players are, after all, grounded in reality.

Their pursuit of strength is endless, so I will have to find a way to stock up on some powerful equipment as a real task reward.

“Alright, my warriors, it’s time to discuss important matters.”

Murphy lowered his hand slightly, and the players fell silent, listening to their mainline NPC briefing them on the next course of action.

However, Murphy’s knowledge about this operation was limited to what Miss Phemys had told him.

He didn’t know anything about the enemy’s cargo or the size and scale of their forces, but the fact that the lady had been calling in Midnight Hunters all the way without intending to use more clan’s forces spoke volumes.

The enemy was perhaps tricky.

But their numbers wouldn’t add up to a full-fledged army!

Otherwise, they wouldn’t need to take that smuggling path which had been abandoned for many years.

The Polluted Swamp that borders the dangerous outskirts of the Dark Mountain Range isn’t a good place; a large group of people would have a hard time escaping safely from there, so Murphy guessed that the size of the transport team should be between 100 and 200 people.

“Damn, they are going to use us as cannon fodder!”

One of Wumeioge’s best buddies – ID: “Brother Black Silk under the Keyboard” – couldn’t help but curse:

“Even counting our three NPCs, our team only has 18 people, so how is intercepting a transport team of 200 people different from suicide?

Hunters are already so challenging, wouldn’t an actual army be as easy to kill us as chickens?

This isn’t like other games where you can instantly respawn and win with numbers!

3 days of respawn time is too painful.”

The other players didn’t look too happy either, even the least worldly of the six dorm brothers could sense the danger and difficulty of this mission.

“Well, let me explain, my warriors, the Witch Hunters are not as weak as you think.”

Murphy added quietly on the side, filling them in on the basic knowledge of this world, and he explained:

“Although the Witch Hunters of the old order are at a disadvantage in front of vampire warriors, they have already stepped into the realm of extraordinary power.

These guys are selected from among the younger ones by the elders of the Old Order and nurtured through various natural secret techniques to become Demon Hunters.

Their vitality and destructive power are far beyond that of ordinary soldiers.

But even the most elite veterans of the Golden Flower Kingdom are still within the range of ordinary human beings: my point is, the gap between you and the old soldiers is definitely much smaller than your gap with the Witch Hunters.”

“I see!”

Hearing this, Lumina Sun Stain clapped her hands, saying with sudden realization:

“I was thinking that the Witch Hunter from yesterday was strange; it’s not scientific that he only sprayed blood when he was hit by that caliber smoothbore gun at that distance.

If it were a normal person, a single shot would have broken their bones.”

“Exactly!”

Brother Black Silk waved his hand:

“Wumeioge and I stabbed him with pitchforks for several minutes, but we still couldn’t kill the one-armed old man.

I thought that his health bar was ridiculously thick.

So it turns out he is an ‘energy-transformed man’.”

“But don’t get too excited yet.”

Murphy threw a timely wet blanket:

“The Golden Flower Kingdom’s escort soldiers are easy to deal with, but that powerful human kingdom has more than just soldiers: their official spiritual energy organization ‘Circle Tower’ has the most spiritualists on the continent.

If this escort mission is as important as Miss Phemys says, there must be spirit masters guarding.

Moreover, just like the Blood Vulture Clan helping the Posya Confederation resist the Golden Flower Kingdom, there is another vampire force acting in the shadows on the enemy’s side.

That scum of a clan is called ‘Wolf Poison’.

They are the most despicable, violent, and rule-breaking bastards in the entire vampire society.

They cannot fly in the sky like the Blood Vultures, but they are excellent at close combat and can summon a pack of Star Realm Wolves to help in battle.

I heard that their clan leader – Old Edward – has a secret deal with General Loren, the frontline commander of the Golden Flower Kingdom.

The Wolf Poison Clan in his command make the best scouts and assassins.

Therefore, I have enough reasons to believe that we might encounter those Wolf Poison thugs.”

Murphy paused, looked around at the small players, emphasized saying:

“So, we cannot outpower them, we can only outsmart them!

I repeat to you, my warriors, although your spirits from another world will not truly die in this world, I will not use you as expendable cannon fodder.

I will not put everyone’s future at risk for the selfish interests of the Blood Vulture Clan.”