My Players Are So Fierce

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A life full of ups and downs is the daily life of a secret hunter_3

952: 323.

A life full of ups and downs is the daily life of a secret hunter_3

Ha, no wonder NPCs kept emphasizing not to rush the advancement to Black Iron Rank…

Turns out the development team hasn’t finished developing this content!

How cunning.”

“Hey, if that’s the case, then I guess it’s certain that they’ll have this all set up before the Black Disaster breaks out at the latest.”

Meow Brother grinned and said,

“The Dog Planner wouldn’t really throw a bunch of Black Iron Rank players into the cruel Black Disaster Battlefield, right?

That would be way too heartless.”

“That’s right, so all we need to do now is wait patiently.”

Stick Brother nodded, and Yan Song, who was controlling the gargoyle’s flight up ahead, spoke up,

“We’re almost there, brothers, get ready.

Stick Brother, bring out the map so I can look at it and choose a good spot for us to land precisely.”

“Coming up.”

Happy Stick shuffled to the back of the crowded gargoyle and unfolded the map in front of Yan Song.

The professional pilot glanced at the positioning point, then compared it to the terrain below and nodded,

“Good, it’s in the mountains ahead.

This place is so remote; we’re already at the boundary between the Westerly Territory and Saks Forest.

Why would the Blood Vulture Clan place an arsenal here?”

“It’s said that the arsenal was constructed during the Second Night War.”

Happy Stick explained,

“At that time, the Old Education was invading the Highlander’s Woodland en masse, wanting to conquer the highlanders while fighting the vampires.

So, Salockdale built an arsenal here to support the Posya Confederation’s highlander warriors at any moment, but in the end, they never used it.

However, since the Blood Vulture Clan’s arsenal was already built, they simply hid it for future emergencies, and the one to the south is the same case.

But it was established a bit earlier, purportedly after the third Black Disaster.

That place is very secretive.

Even Lady Cui Si is not quite sure where exactly it is, only mentioning it’s probably near Kerem Fortress; anyway, it’s definitely somewhere in the Dark Baron Territory.”

“Can you focus?

We’re treasure hunting here!

Let’s deal with this one before worrying about the one to the south; you’ve pretty much monopolized this treasure trail, so don’t get distracted by greener pastures.”

Wumeioge was more relaxed, and after a few minutes, the huge gargoyle gently landed in a clearing in the woodland.

Wumeioge hopped off and bounded a few times, then, holding the map in his hands, discerned the direction and said to his teammates,

“Yan Song, use your Heavenly Eye and see if it’s around here?”

The professional Scout Yan Song, who had been operating the “gargoyle airplane” all day, was tired, but without much fuss, he pinched his fingers into a gesture and reactivated his Reconnaissance Magic.

His perspective shifted to a high-altitude overview, allowing him to take in the terrain of the nearby mountain area at a glance.

Happy Stick had received the quest to explore the Blood Vulture Arsenal from Murphy, but even Murphy wasn’t quite sure where the arsenal was hidden, only able to give a rough direction based on Lady Cui Si’s hints.

The Blood Vulture Clan certainly wouldn’t just hide things in any random nook and cranny.

Based on Lady Cui Si’s estimation, the location should be near some remote village nearby.

With this information as a guide, Yan Song soon found a suspicious area near a small stream in a valley, where he discovered a settlement that was not particularly large.

Just as he was about to report back, Yan Song suddenly let out a puzzled grunt.

He took out a Spiritual Energy Magic Artifact from his chest to enhance the effect of his Reconnaissance Magic, zoomed in his high-flying perspective again, and then exclaimed,

“Not good!

The village that might be the Treasure Hiding Place has been destroyed, there’s still a fire burning, and there are people there!

They’re moving things from underground to the surface; damn!

Stick Brother, your arsenal might have been beaten to the punch by someone else!”

“Shit!

Can this really happen?”

Happy Stick was immediately enraged.

His treasure hunting journey had been frustrating throughout, and now he was burning with rage.

He abruptly got up, grabbed his Winged Cavalry War Sword, and prepared to rush over and take on those thieves, but was stopped by Meow Brother’s hold.

The sly sociable one asked their team’s Scout,

“How many people are there?

Can you make out who they are exactly?”

“Not many, just over a dozen.”

Yan Song, while adjusting his Magic Artifact to get a clearer view, responded,

“The terrain there is complex, I can’t see their specific features at the moment, but I did spot someone flying between the mountains—must be vampires?

But definitely not ours.”

“If they can fly and pinpoint this secret place accurately, it’s definitely those Blood Vulture Rebels that weren’t wiped out before!”

Three Five Battles hefted his imposing Heavy Shield and hammer and said to the others,

“I heard from Lord Maxim’s Descendant that there are still some Blood Vulture Rebels wandering in the mountains in the Westerly Territory, and the highlanders don’t allow too many vampires into their forests, which is why Lady Adel’s assassins can’t track them down effectively.

However, the highlanders seem to be hunting these vampires that betrayed Transylvania, and the Blood Rat Gang has a long-standing bounty on them.

You just have to bring back vampire hearts to get paid.

Since this is the Blood Vulture’s secret arsenal and these rebels know the location, it makes sense.

Hey, isn’t that a stroke of luck?

We must take this opportunity!

It’s perfect to make up for Stick Brother’s losses.”

“Right!

How could we not eat meat that’s been delivered to our door?”

Happy Stick sneered,

“Go!

Brothers, let’s get them!

The bounty’s to be split among us all.”