My Players Are So Fierce

1116: 378.

General Joy Stick

1116: 378.

General Joy Stick

The arrival of fifty new players today stirred up excitement again at Crimson Castle, and the local residents were no longer surprised by these peculiar “Highlanders”; the novelty had worn off, and sometimes even a hint of annoyance would show because these “newcomers,” just like the warriors before them, would constantly pester them with questions about whether they needed help with anything.

One or two wouldn’t be too bad, but when fifty people ask the same question, even the most patient residents of Crimson Castle would start to get irritated.

Especially for those who had experienced the Cardman City disaster, it would trigger memories of some “dreadful” times past, like being chased around by several people asking them if they needed help finding lost items/lost cats and dogs/lost wives/lost daughters and so on, rather strange inquiries.

And you couldn’t even get mad.

After all, these people genuinely did want to help, even if their excited tone and eager-to-be-struck expressions made them seem more like troublemakers.

However, the locals, who had a wealth of experiences in being “assisted,” knew how to make the most of a situation; they cunningly delegated various errand tasks to these overly excited new players.

For instance, things like setting up a new home, moving stuff around, could be left to the raucous newcomers—who not only completed the tasks quickly and well but sometimes even cleaned out old rooms without expecting compensation.

In certain extreme cases, they wouldn’t need to pay them at all.

Because these newcomers, with their noses that might as well be that of a bloodhound, will often find some “treasure” in the weirdest nooks that not even the homeowner knew existed—a copper ring, a brooch, and even a pair of worn leather gloves could keep the new players happy for a long time, as this proved their “character.”

It was also thanks to these more “street-smart” locals that the new players’ eagerness to contribute to Transylvania was stabilized.

However, for some NPCs who were closely connected with Sir Murphy and already knew the “truth,” the influx of new players was an unequivocal “good thing.”

“Come, come, come, this is your task for today!”

At the entrance to Sewer No.

7, Miss Doris pointed to a messy combat club in the Arena and a pile of cleaning tools prepared in advance, saying to the dozen or so wide-eyed and curious new players:

“The Blood Rat Gang is hosting a grand gladiator match tonight, but the member in charge of cleaning sprained his ankle this morning.

He likely won’t be able to get things in order before evening, so I need you to put forth your courage and intelligence, and try to clean this place to a level where the fierce gladiators can indulge in their battle to the fullest.

This is a job, so I have already prepared your rewards.”

The leader of the Blood Rat Gang played with the eagle claw knife in her hand and said sarcastically:

“In the room next door, there are some weapons and protective gear for new gladiators to use.

After you’ve completed the cleaning task, each of you can choose one item to take with you.

If you find anything valuable during the clean-up, you can keep it for yourself.

In addition, the Blood Rat Gang will also throw in tickets to tonight’s grand match, hoping you’ll enjoy Transylvania’s ‘traditional entertainment.’

Oh, and by the way!

If you’re still without a proper job tomorrow, the Blood Rat Gang would be happy to welcome you back to the sewer—there’s always plenty of work, and we’re always short-handed.”

Doris had a strange smile playing at the corner of her mouth, and she praised:

“People like you, with great perseverance and courage, will never be too much for this land.

Now, begin your service, both Sir Murphy and us are watching over you.”

With these words, Doris performed a stylish backward leap into Shadow Flee and vanished in plain sight, disappearing into the shadows with a grand illusion from the flapping of huge blood wings.

The cool scene and very realistic light and shadow effects made the new players in front of her exclaim in awe.

Among the dozen players, eight obviously formed a group—they, like the Tiger Leopard Riders and the Soldier Strike Group, had unified their names in a particular format.

The leading Old Brother’s ID was “Moon Demon Curse Blue”…

Hmm, just from the name of this big brother, it wasn’t hard to guess the names of his seven brothers.

They constituted the “Devil’s Eight Elites,” and they had already decided to form a Guild, even having chosen a name before entering the game— “Devil’s Eight Elites.”

Very cool, very nostalgic, very teenager’s fantasy, even a bit childish for kids, but just the right amount of second adolescence for adults.

And you had to admit, without knowing their backgrounds, just hearing the name alone could genuinely deceive you into believing these eight individuals.

After all, in a world where Divine Spirits and many dangerous planes truly existed, not many would directly associate their names with the legendary demons.

Brother, even if you’re an actual Heretic…isn’t this a bit too extreme?

“Brothers!

Today marks the official debut of our ‘Devil’s Eight Elites,’ and it’s a day worth commemorating for both us and the whole of Transylvania!

Therefore, I propose that tonight we too join in the gladiator combat!”