My Players Are So Fierce

“If your summoner warrior wants to sign the Summoning Agreement with it, he only has the last seven days.

If he can’t make it, it means saying goodbye forever to this overly nurtured Scorpio Lion.”

“Thank you for the information, it’s of great significance to my warrior.”

Murphy turned his head and relayed Mrs.

Marianne’s information to Little Brother Fu in his own words.

Little Brother Fu looked visibly pale once he heard the bad news.

“You must complete the Black Iron Trial within seven days, my warrior.

The Scorpio Lion will not recognize the weak.”

The vampire reminded,

“Once you’re fully prepared, I’ll assist you in taming it.”

“Seven days?”

Glancing at his character level of only 5 and a handful of beginner skills, Little Brother Fu felt the pressure.

After bidding farewell to Sir Morphy, he immediately contacted Wumeioge, who was in the midst of chasing down deserters at the moment.

“I order a quick leveling package!”

Little Brother Fu stroked the calm Little Scorpion Lion which had just been fed and watered.

He told Wumeioge in a private chat:

“Seven days!

No, six days!

I have to pass the Black Iron Trial within six days.

You guys hurry up and come over to discuss the details with me, money is not an issue!”

“Ok!”

Wumeioge agreed enthusiastically this time.

Having already obtained the “Trial Secrets”, he quickly replied to Little Brother Fu:

“Then, allow me a moment of your time, Brother Fu.

Let me introduce you to the Holy Father and Savior of nature…”

“What???”

Little Brother Fu stood dumbfounded.

What’s he talking about?

He seriously doubted if he was messaging the wrong person, or had Wumeioge been so immersed in his role that he had lost it?

—

“It’s a pity that we couldn’t save those two hundred plus…”

Murphy looked at Natalie who still had a battle aura before her.

Behind her were several powerful figures.

The one who had just spoken, Mrs.

Marianne, was a Silver Grade hunter, and the others were all Silver Grade as well.

This was nearly the last of the White Oak Battle Group’s reserve forces.

It was quite tragic.

Even though Murphy wasn’t well-versed with the Old Nature Church, he knew that the White Oak Battle Group was one of the three religious battle groups of the Avalon Church.

When at their peak, their numbers exceeded ten thousand!

Now only a tenth remained, mostly elderly and infirm.

Their elite forces were almost entirely depleted in the Ten-Year War.

This proved that the Posya Confederation was not an easy place to control.

The people here were brave due to their constant defense against the Black Disaster.

Even an army as strong as that of the Golden Flower Kingdom, having completed their military reform, took ten years to conquer half of the territory.

It’s said that even though the war was essentially over, parts of the elite Xico Wing Cavalry were still resisting the Exploration Corps in the mountains of the Count Cico’s territory in northern Transylvania.

Even though their city of Westerburg, the capital of the Posya Confederation, had been destroyed two years ago during a war.

You could say that every inch of this land had been drenched in the blood of witch hunters.

As it seemed now, their fate with this land was far from over.

“Don’t worry, Lord Morphy.”

Natalie said softly:

“Your willingness to help us is enough.

I know you’ve mobilized almost all your power in tonight’s battle.

I’ve sensed your…

sincerity.

I just wanted to ask if the condition you had previously proposed is still valid?”

She took out the noble order Morphy had personally written to her from her spiritual energy bag.

Even though it was a joke back then, from the well-preserved decree, Natalie had already had plans in mind and kept a seemingly wild escape plan for herself and her compatriots.

It was really moving to see how much this girl has grown since her father’s death.

“Of course, I always keep my word.”

Morphy waved his hand, promising:

“From the moment you set foot in Transylvania, you have become children of this land.

No one can deny your right to live and your obligations here.

Of course, I think I need to lay down a few points of attention for what you will need to do from now as a lord.

”

“Yes, we’re all ears.”

Natalie nodded, and then she heard Murphy say:

“First, drop your attitude of being irreconcilable with evil.

This land welcomes all homeless, as long as they obey the law.

No one can trouble them under the names of race or practice.

Starting tonight, you’ll no longer be magic-hunting warriors, but ordinary people of Transylvania.

You can keep your faith, but you can’t force others to comply with your set of rules!

Can you do that?”

“Yes.”

Natalie nodded in agreement without consulting others.

Apart from some objections by Old Eugene, the other veterans felt that there was no problem with the rule.

“Secondly, there is a ‘Faith Director’ in my territory.

Her name is Jules Belinda, we call her Madam Jules.

She is also a follower of the old nature faith.

She will be responsible for handling all faith-related matters in my territory.

I have earmarked an area inside the city for her to build a church.

You can rebuild the Avalon Cathedral there.

You can even apply for funds from the Crimson Regent but I have to tell you in advance that the inner city is now in ruins and is occupied by the shadows of the Star Realm and beasts that cross the border from time to time.