My Players Are So Fierce

809: 276.

Right?

It’s called running a dungeon only if there are drops!

809: 276.

Right?

It’s called running a dungeon only if there are drops!

“Why is there another team mission?

And who is ‘Hogur Gnawbone’?

Doesn’t sound like the name of a human or vampire.”

On the main battlefield, Happy Stick, who just completed a round of ambush kills, spotted the mission shared by the administrative players during their rest.

He took the mission without looking closely.

Anyway, with the team having come this far, taking on a mission with a mount as a reward seemed easy enough.

His brothers around him were also seizing the moment to rest.

The area was permeated with the scent of barbecue.

In the recent bout, players had followed Happy Stick’s tactics and used Molotov cocktails and bombs to burn at least a few hundred elite jackal barbarians to death.

The spoils were plentiful and, more importantly, the elite jackal men killed in the instance also counted towards points, which meant the players’ scores in the main mission points pool were skyrocketing at an exaggerated pace.

The only regret was that the instance size was way too big!

Happy Stick and his teammates had to rush to the instance boss as quickly as possible, hence there was no time to search carefully in the other remote corners.

According to Wumioge, this camp was a major stronghold of Kenbort’s forces; undoubtedly, it concealed many treasures.

“Stick Brother, this new mission requires us to hunt a special monster from the wanted list.

I checked it just now, and several of our targets were among those jackal men we burned.

Right after taking the mission, the completion rate shot up to 57%.”

Wumioge, who had previously made a fool of himself, came over leading his warhorse and spoke to Happy Stick:

“How about sending some of the lower-level brothers to make a round on the perimeter?

We could easily complete this mission, right?

We’re about to face the boss head-on.

I’m not saying they shouldn’t participate, but fighting a Silver Grade boss without having gotten through the Black Iron Trial seems a bit unfair.

Even if they were wielding shields, they probably couldn’t withstand the boss’ AOE.”

“That’s true, I understand, but if you send them now, they probably won’t be eager to go.”

Happy Stick, sipping water enhanced with a bit of blood to restore his strength, said:

“We’ve come all this way; we should at least see the boss, right?

Besides, since the monsters in this instance are all humanoid, I bet the final boss will drop something…”

Stick Brother whispered to Wumioge:

“This guy has a name and fame.

Its loot must be extraordinary; how should we divide it?”

“Why worry about that?”

Wumioge waved his hand and said:

“Specific assignments out of the question.

We haven’t established a DKP system yet.

I’d say let’s auction it off.”

“Then Little Brother Fu and Reed will again buy everything.”

Happy Stick shook his head and said:

“Once or twice is okay, but if this happens all the time, the other brothers will have complaints.

Next time we do an instance, we must agree on how to divide the profits in advance.

I don’t think it’s always good for everyone to join in.

When we have more people, let’s split the tasks.

That way, our own teams can fight without worrying about these issues.”

“Why not just roll for it?

Didn’t you say it should be fair?”

Wumioge spread his hands and said:

“As long as you’re willing to take a chance, I have no objections.”

“Take a chance my ass.

That would just lead to more complaints, especially from the unlucky ones, like you and your brothers…”

Happy Stick stood up, stroking his chin, and said:

“I think we should leave it to the NPC to divide.

Let Sir Morphy decide; that way, no one can complain.”

“Right, let the NPC take the blame for us.

You’re quite the cunning one…”

[Ding!

Attention to all testers!

Jackal warlord Kenbote Bitebone will break through Kudler, the People’s Guard’s second line of defense in two minutes!]

“Fuck!

Dog Planner has no humanity!”

Stick Brother threw the water bag in his hand with force, grabbed his sword and shield, and shouted to his brothers who were already getting up:

“We’ll lose the second treasure chest if we don’t hurry!

Charge into battle!

We’ve already lost three chests, but we’ve got to keep at least two!

This sucks!”

He spread his wings and was the first to dive forward, followed by the vampire players, with the lesser players also bustling to keep up.

Meanwhile, in the area ahead, Kudler, the People’s Guard, was withdrawing.

But the powerful Vampire Swordsman wasn’t retreating because of Kenbote Bitebone.

On the contrary, from the start of the battle, Kudler had always been in control, and it seemed that if he made an effort, it wouldn’t take many more rounds to kill the jackal warlord right there.

The strength of the Blood Vulture Clan’s second in combat was no bluff, and that was without Kudler activating Bloodthirsty…

However, an order from Sir Morphy was urging him to disengage.

“Boom”

The crimson heavy sword, personally enchanted by Cui Si, struck like a hammer with a flash of light, making the jackal warlord, who wielded a flail and bone shield, stumble back several steps to stabilize his stance.

Kenbote gasped for air.

He stared at the vampire swordsman, so powerful it filled him with despair, watching as the other put away his heavy sword and stepped back, then stood in his path of escape, leaning on his sword.

Behind him, his carefully selected barbarian soldiers and secret technique guards were being efficiently taken out one by one by Sir Morphy and Phemys.

Although there were only three vampires fighting, the damage they inflicted was no less devastating than the rampage of the lesser players on the battlefield.

With one side utilizing precise cuts for quality and the other side offering fearless numbers, together they shattered Kenbote’s ambitions tonight.