My Players Are So Fierce

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543: 187.

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The psychic projection maintained by the three spiritual energy masters was terrifyingly high-resolution, allowing the marshal to see clearly the look in Murphy’s eyes, those points of crimson within the blackness.

It was like a pulsing flame.

This vampire didn’t seem to be joking, and his decisiveness in making threats were more akin to a down-to-earth dwarf.

“Heh, pretending to have the backing of a tiger does seem to be something you’ve mastered, but a fox is always a fox, don’t bring out such cheap tricks!”

The half-dwarf marshal didn’t back down, but he smoothly changed the topic, saying,

“My friend, old Finoc, died in your territory, which greatly saddens me.”

“Who killed him then?”

Murphy counter-questioned:

“It surely wasn’t us?

I even took in his daughter and followers, granting these homeless refugees citizenship and protecting all their rights on this land.

I thought these actions would be enough to compensate for the guilt I felt taking your possession accidentally in a ‘dog-eat-dog’ situation.

I didn’t think you’d still not let it go.

You didn’t spare a single penny for the future of your friend’s daughter and his followers, while I have to support them even while facing the Black Disaster.

See, I didn’t even ask you for guardianship fees, I thought we had some understanding between us.”

“So, do all vampires have such a glib tongue?”

Marshal Loren exhaled another smoke ring, he said:

“You and Old Edward both have a tongue that can twist the truth.

Alright, help me accomplish a task, Lord Murphy, so I can convince myself to forget these unhappy matters.”

“Please tell.”

Murphy listened attentively.

Marshal Loren gazed out the window at the passing scenery, casually saying:

“Old Edward has dispatched his family’s elites to the eastern battlefield under the pretext of guarding against the Black Disaster, but I know what he intends to do.

The overpopulation of the Wolf Poison Clan on Green Island has become a societal problem.

I don’t want their deadly poison, which they disseminate in the dark of night, to spread across the mainland again.

Regrettably, Old Edward has obtained the ownership of the entire Kato area in the dark territory from my superior, using loyalty as a means.

Alas, 70 years ago, the ‘Wolf Disaster’ failing to exterminate them was truly regrettable.

I heard that there has been a grudge between your Blood Raptors and the Wolf Poison Clan that has lasted for hundreds of years.

Moreover, the Wolf Poison Clan was deeply involved in the Cardman City disaster, so it’s only fair that you guys go out and ‘purify’ the night.”

“But we can’t cross the border to hunt down those Wolf Poison brats in your territory.”

Murphy said with furrowed brows:

“And we’re also short-staffed.”

“What are you talking about?”

The half-dwarf scoffed:

“I can handle the Wolf Poison brats in my territory on my own.

It’s those preliminary wolf-demon forces about to enter Transylvania under the pretext of aiding in the ‘Black Disaster War’ that you need to deal with!

They’re causing trouble everywhere under the guise of war.

They’re making a mockery of the seriousness of war, so they need to be punished.

As far as I’m concerned, I’m not particularly fond of having vampires in my command system, it makes my skin crawl.”

“Same here, Marshal.”

Murphy smiled, he said:

“I’m not joking, even though I’m a vampire, too, I don’t like my overly vicious kin.

Alright, I accept your request.

I will give you a satisfactory explanation.

Now, can we get down to business?”

“In your dreams!”

Marshal Loren slapped the table and sternly said:

“Apologize for your disrespectful words just now to the dignity of all dwarfs!

And swear to your mother of the night that you will never utter that blasphemous word again!”

“Uh.”

Murphy didn’t expect Marshal Loren to be so adamant on this matter, he sincerely apologized, saying:

“I’m sorry, I offended your taboo.

I offer my sincerest apologies for my rudeness, I won’t utter that blasphemous word again.”

“But I can’t control how my little players want to say it, mwahaha.”

He thought to himself.

Seeing Murphy looking sincerely apologetic, Marshal Loren then nodded in approval.

He put his pipe back on the table, leaning on his marshal’s commanding saber, he said seriously:

“Just days ago, the first Lord of the Blood Covenant Knight Order, Lord Palano, visited my superior.

He brought with him a prophecy related to the Black Disaster, and urged us to release the ten thousand armed Blood Servants who had been captured in previous wars.

I’m guessing this is your request, you want to make use of these Blood Servants to fill your manpower gap?”

“Yes, to tell the truth, I’m in desperate need of a large workforce now, whether it’s for city reconstruction or the construction of a base on the frontline of the Polluted Swamp, I need a lot of people.”

Murphy also said seriously:

“So, those ten thousand prisoners must be returned to Transylvania as soon as possible, just as I agreed with the Nordtoff Kingdom.

I don’t care what reasons caused their losses at your place, ten thousand is ten thousand!

I won’t ask for more, but I won’t take less either.

You guys just wiped out a hundred and fifty thousand people in Transylvania at once, and this has exerted a terrifying pressure on the defense of this land.

Besides, the Winter Wolf Legion of Nordtoff Kingdom has occupied the fortress at Klim, where they will assist us in our defense.

And what about you guys?”‘