My Players Are So Fierce

839: 286.

Ding~ Prestige guidance quest triggered!

Message from the Phantom Thief Pangolin.

839: 286.

Ding~ Prestige guidance quest triggered!

Message from the Phantom Thief Pangolin.

The Jackal-man Vanguard that attacked Crimson Castle was routed, and additionally, with the Wolf camp looted by Murphy and his people, this effectively proclaimed that Transylvania’s Jackal and Wolf calamity had entered “garbage time.”

But the small-time players who formed a group last night certainly didn’t forget the exhortation of their own NPCs; situations were dire last night, leaving no time to loot the bodies, but there was surely a lot of good stuff waiting for them to pick up back at the large camp of Kenbort, so after daybreak, the small-time players split into two groups.

Teams continued to pursue the scattered Jackal and Wolf people, striving to push forward the hunting plot quickly, while solo players without teams were organized by the Dump Truck brother trio to head to Andma Hills to recover the profits left behind by the players.

As for Dump Truck brother, because of his age and experience, he held considerable prestige among the long-time players.

When fighting in the Blood Eagle Corridor, he was responsible for collecting materials along the way and later distributing them.

Now, the second team was also led by Dump Truck to recover equipment, clearly showing everyone’s respect for this “venerable predecessor.”

Dump Truck brother certainly didn’t disappoint, setting rules in the world channel for everyone.

All found items were to be turned in, and after returning to Crimson Castle, everyone would hold a private auction at the camp to distribute things uniformly.

If anyone was found stealing, they would be collectively condemned.

However, such circumstances were unlikely to occur.

On one hand, now the number of players was just so few, bumping into each other if they lower or raise their heads.

To do such a thing for a few inconspicuous common pieces of equipment really wasn’t worth it.

On the other hand, because the players were using “interfaces” that could be connected through Calculating Pearls, Dump Truck brother acted as a temporary node using this gadget to tally the loot recovery.

It was basically not possible to give dishonest people a chance to take advantage.

However, the distance from Crimson Castle to Andma Hills was vast, so riding horses there was definitely impractical.

Therefore, after the individual players and administrative players regrouped, Miss Phemys specifically opened a portal for them to send them back to the place where they had fought last night.

Watching these enthusiastic and eager small-time players leaving to scavenge the bodies, Miss Phemys felt quite unable to understand their excitement and “fearlessness.”

She complained to Lady Adel beside her:

“It’s my first time seeing someone so thrilled to use Stellar Teleportation.

Don’t they know that there’s a chance this spell could make them get lost in the Star Realm?

No, wait!

Wasn’t there an unlucky fellow who got swept into the Star Realm just last night using Cui Si’s homing scroll?

Aren’t they afraid of repeating the tragedy?”

“Because the chances are very low, Miss, only 1%,”

Lady Adel, while tallying the casualties of the Blood Vulture Clan over these past few days, answered without looking up:

“Plus, you seem to have forgotten, Miss, death is but an experience to them.

Lord Morphy once assessed that the greatest advantage of his Warriors lies in that they can treat their precious lives as consumables.

Under such circumstances, the risks of Stellar Teleportation are trivial compared to its convenience.

They might even regard such mishaps as a kind of ‘unique fortune’ that we cannot comprehend.

Truly an enviable Talent.”

“Yes, that’s true.”

Miss nodded in agreement, saying:

“If I could be resurrected every three days like them, I guess I would also be keen to try things I would never dare to risk before.

No wonder Cui Si came up to me a few days ago with the proposal to build semi-permanent portals in several areas of Transylvania.

I thought she had a brainstorm after drinking too much.

Now it looks like those portals are probably intended for the service of Morphy’s Warriors.”

“It’s for the warriors of Transylvania, Miss,”

Lady Adel closed her notebook, flipping her long hair as she corrected:

“Our warriors, and they’re also willing to serve us as long as we pay them well.

I’ve found that they can be very, very useful in many situations.

Perhaps you should try it, too.

I mean, to form a small group centered around you.

You may not understand it fully, but you have quite a good ‘reputation’ among some of them.

I’ve heard Lord Morphy use a special term to describe those people, called ‘lolicon,’ uh, although I don’t quite understand what it means, I think it might not be too nice a word.”

“Hmph, Morphy can be quite sly sometimes.”

Phemys waved her Night Howling Staff; she was clearly tempted, but had yet to make up her mind.

After a few seconds, she said:

“I’ll need to find some Spiritual Energy users.

Hmm, since Morphy keeps emphasizing that Transylvania will be a region of racial equality in the future, then I might as well recruit some warriors who do not belong to the Blood Vulture Clan to fill my little organization.

Adel, can you tell me what they like?

I mean, the rewards, what kind of rewards do they like?”

“Uh, that’s a long story.”

E Sister sighed and, recalling the past while she coexisted with the players, she said softly to her little dwarf friend:

“Their tastes are quite chaotic, there’s all kinds who like different things; I’ve even seen some guys consider other people’s unwanted items as treasures.

But generally speaking, they like things with strength, fun or unique features.

I’ve seen them cheer with joy because Lord Morphy gave them the most ordinary Vampire Hunter uniforms.

Coincidentally, your closet has many clothes of various styles from all across the continent.”