My Players Are So Fierce

950: 323.

A life full of ups and downs is the daily life of a secret hunter.

950: 323.

A life full of ups and downs is the daily life of a secret hunter.

“Fuck, Stick Brother, aren’t your troops supposed to be elite?

How did they get wiped out just like that?”

As Murphy and Lord Pa Ying conversed, the small players who had just faced a disastrous wipeout at Westerburg were also starting to discuss the aftermath.

Little Brother Fu’s somewhat surprised and flustered cries came through the private chat, prompting Happy Stick, who was advancing towards the Blood Vulture Clan’s southern arsenal deep in the Westerly Territory, to respond with an exasperated face:

“Sigh, a horse tripped at the front hoof, it’s quite common.

The good news is, the information and map we bought from the Little Count for 150,000 Gold Coins are real; there is indeed a great treasure underground at Westerburg.

The bad news is, it’s a high-level map.

I think if a team wants to hunt for treasure, they’d need at least a Silver-ranked player taking the lead.

If we want to station troops there on a large scale, it could even trigger a hidden guild instance.

You haven’t seen the way the whole dead city came to life.

All I can say is that compared to Westerburg, the ghoul army we encountered in the sewers below Crimson Castle was just an ‘appetizer’.”

“Fuck, is it that awesome?”

Touching Your Poverty’s first reaction after listening was shock, and he asked in response:

“But isn’t Transylvania a ‘Novice Village’?

Since when do they start high-level instances in a novice village?

What is the development team thinking?”

“It’s not necessarily a real guild instance.”

Wumeioge, who had just finished bandaging himself while sitting on a gargoyle, joined the “group chat” with the relief of someone who had narrowly escaped disaster and said to Little Brother Fu:

“When we asked the Valande Knight for leave, we saw the Grey Vulture Knight discussing something with the Little Count.

We only caught a few words, but it’s definitely related to the old Earl of Westerburg.

I guess while we were being besieged by the army of the undead, they also encountered something unexpected in the city, so there’s definitely a possibility that Westerburg might become our ‘allied unit’ in the future.

Your good buddy Life is Pretty Good recently got a new profession, didn’t he?

It includes a job related to undead creatures, the ‘Coffin Bearer’?

I think the Westerburg side might just be the high-level transfer location for necromantic powers.

Look, the plots in those classic games are designed that way; there will certainly be a massive quest line that ultimately guides us to help the Little Count reunite with his daughter.”

At this point, Wumeioge grinned, imagining:

“Maybe this is Transylvania and Sir Murphy’s ace in the hole?

Maybe once the Black Disaster arrives, if the war situation is unfavorable, it will evolve into an army of Jackal People VS a sea of the undead?

Holy shit!

Thinking about it this way, maybe taking on the role of an Undead Manipulator is the answer for the next version’s meta!”

“Dream on, with the number and strength of the undead faction in Westerburg, even if the Necromancer profession was opened up, what could you do with it?

You’d need at least a few thousand Necromancers to get a handle on that place, right?”

Stick Brother was far from optimistic.

Perhaps it was the setback that made him more cautious and realistic in his thinking.

Now sitting high up on a gargoyle, controlled by Yan Song, the professional pilot, as the huge stone creature flew steady and fast, Stick Brother looked forward over the land and took out the Treasure Map he had obtained from Sir Murphy to compare against the terrain.

He said:

“Let’s not talk about Westerburg for now, I’m just reporting back that, although our whole team was wiped out this time, we still made some gains.

I’ll transfer about fifty Gold Bricks to you once I get back.”

“Awesome!”

Little Brother Fu exclaimed:

“To gain something under such circumstances, you live up to your name, Stick Brother.

But I don’t need that much for now; the administrative office still hasn’t opened a banking system, and I can’t just bury the gold bricks in a random pit, right?

Besides, your team suffered such heavy losses, don’t they need replenishment?

You clearly need money more than I do, Stick Brother.

I know you’re under pressure, but don’t let it get to you!

I’m not a ruthless boss out to exploit you.

There’s no need to work yourselves to death.”

“No, we have to keep things separate.”

Happy Stick insisted firmly:

“Whether you want them or not is your business.

I have to maintain my role; otherwise, we can’t continue this cooperation.

Here’s what we’ll do: I’ll keep ten bricks to distribute as consolation to the brothers later, and you can take the rest and use it however you want.”

“Isn’t your good buddy Old Huo in an administrative profession, planning to become the village chief?”

Wumeioge at the side gave his suggestion:

“Transylvania is in its infancy, and they need start-up money to rapidly develop the village.

Why not invest the forty Gold Bricks in Old Huo’s village, just like you did with Stick Brother’s team?

I see that brother of yours is no ordinary man; he’s the kind who seems meek on the outside but has a needle hidden in his cotton.

He’s probably planning something big.

Trust me, investing in him is definitely the right choice!

You might just make a fortune from it.”

“Hmm, that makes sense!

He’s my own brother; I should support him.”

Convinced, Little Brother Fu quickly agreed to Happy Stick’s distribution plan, and then he added a word of caution:

“If you need help, just give a shout.

I can gather people here in Crimson Castle to send reinforcements your way.

Don’t be too proud to ask for help; that’s a recipe for disaster.”

After speaking, he hung up the communication of his own accord.

Putting away the Calculating Pearl, Stick Brother looked somber while Wumeioge next to him leaned in and said:

“Your boss is really a good guy, good in all aspects, just a bit too naive.

No wonder he had such a tough time with those slick operators in his previous company.”