My Players Are So Fierce

816: 278.

For the Blackhand Clan, 1% means 100%_2

816: 278.

For the Blackhand Clan, 1% means 100%_2

Rolling dice is always more thrilling as the game goes on; temptation like this is found in everyone’s character, yet the result of the second roll was far less exciting than the first.

A group of dice rollers, lucky as they may be, watched Professor Chen score a perfect 100, ending the competition instantly.

With a hearty laugh, Old Chen, under the wide-eyed stares of the youngsters around him, opened Sir Morphy’s treasure chest and pulled out the luxurious and powerful Cold Tooth Blade.

Before Old Chen had a chance to properly admire this masterwork of slaughter from Nordtof, his private messages exploded.

At least twenty-five people were trying to negotiate a private deal with Professor Chen.

Everyone knew Old Chen was an admin player who didn’t partake in combat, so such a good weapon in his hands would surely be…

“Hmph”

Old Chen snorted and dismissively waved his hand at the crowd, then strapped the elegant noble’s sword to his waist in full view of everyone.

This was a clear statement.

The old intellectual apparently disdained the idea of engaging in private trades within the game.

Besides, which man would reject such a stylish fantasy weapon?

Don’t they say that a man is a teenager at heart until his dying breath?

“This rolling isn’t great.”

Ayu whispered in complaint,

“I think a DKP or an auction among us would have been better…”

“Of course you would think it’s bad because you didn’t get anything.”

Good Pigeon, taking it in stride, patted Ayu on the shoulder and said,

“So, I guess we’ll have to sort out this distribution system ourselves; the developers clearly have no intention of getting involved.

We can’t always leave it to luck.”

The following rounds of dice rolling went quickly, and Sir Morphy didn’t waste much time before the spoils were distributed.

The Triple Spiritual Energy Flail “Bone Biter” from Kenbort went to Bull Bull, while the Bone Shield “Clan’s Heart” ended up with Traveler Little Zhou but was soon traded to Bull Bull.

The student group was still very united and loyal, gearing up their only shield tank, Bull Bull, with an impressive Defender Set.

Bull Bull gratefully acknowledged the good brotherhood and promised to treat Little Zhou to a great meal in the next five days and take him and a few of his buddies to several runs through the Blood Eagle Corridor.

However, the flail was an exotic weapon and required specialized training.

Luckily, with Ambo, his “Cyber Wife,” Bull Bull was able to find a Weapon Master among the Witch Hunters skilled in such weapons.

The Voodoo Fist Blades “Seat Wolf Fangs” from Kenbort were claimed by Dog Paddle in the North of the Forest, who then smoothly traded them to Sister Pomegranate and got Kudell’s Crimson Greatsword “Ranger” in exchange for Brother Cat.

The Warlord Wolf People’s helmet and armor were not distributed, as they were deemed high-level smithing materials, so they were given to two forging master players for analysis or to be melted down for recasting.

The Hunting Priest’s distance-protection totem and several accessories finally brought luck to Brother Meow and Stick Brother.

Each managed to roll for one item, making their trip worthwhile.

“Warriors, use your hearthstone scrolls!”

Sir Murphy commanded,

“I know it’s risky, but Crimson Castle needs us now!”

Fulfilling Sir Morphy’s orders, the loyal players swiftly tore open their departure scrolls given to them before they left.

Little discussions were still heard within the crowd.

“Do you trust this 1% chance of getting lost of this thing?

I feel a bit unsafe.

Should we ride back instead?”

“Are you insane?

It would take two days to get to Crimson Castle by horse from here.

By the time you get there, you’d be just in time to bury our NPCs, and if you’re slower, maybe you could even attend the seventh-day memorial service.”

“Isn’t this just a hearthstone?

What’s there to be afraid of?

I refuse to believe it could actually transport me to another world!

Listen up, this is all just a trick, get it?

It’s the developers’ doing, to deepen the game’s sense of reality.

At worst, if you get sent away, you’ll just watch a cutscene!

Believe me, there’s nothing to lose.”

They said this and one by one, vanished on the spot amidst the crimson luminescence of their departure scrolls.

However, Sir Morphy cunningly stayed put.

The vampire watched as the last group of admin players, along with their guards, took their leave.

Then, looking around the camp still shrouded by the shadows of the Star Realm and listening to the distant tumult, Morphy found quietude ahead.

Only Kenbort’s headless body remained where it was, left behind on-site.

The Wolf People Warlord had died pitifully, and the little players had picked him clean, leaving only rag-wrapped remains spilled in a pool of blood.

With a grimace, Morphy gripped the Core Bead and opened up Hog’s special communication channel.

He spoke to the other side,

“The Spiritual Energy contamination in the Star Realm zone will diminish to harmless levels in a few hours.

Bring your men to scour Kenbort’s camp, take whatever is of use.

But remember, leave some workable gear!

You may keep a third of tonight’s spoils.

I will have Doris and her Blood Rat Gang pick up the rest in Smugglers’ Forest.

You’ve performed very well tonight, Hogur Gnawbone.

I look forward to the new stories you and your clan will unfold in the lands of Transia.

You are free now, Hog.

Enjoy your new life, but one last piece of advice…

don’t disappoint me on the Black Disaster issue.”

Hog’s grateful sobs filtered through from the other end, but Morphy knew the cunning Jackal and Wolf was fearful inside.

However, after tonight, their cooperation had been established.