My Players Are So Fierce

1195: 404.

Dog Planner is addicted to rehashing old stuff, “Disaster of the Wolf People” is probably going to be remade too.

1195: 404.

Dog Planner is addicted to rehashing old stuff, “Disaster of the Wolf People” is probably going to be remade too.

But what followed was no longer of his concern.

The show that needed to be put on had already played out, and the battle that served as leisure tonight had also ended.

It was time for him to return to his role as the Governor of Transylvania.

He stood in place, commanding the wolf pack he had summoned to charge forward and cover those reckless players while he replied to Triss in his mind:

“Raid group 003 will officially start in a month.

Calculating the time, by then my warriors will have conquered Plague Town and cleared the path through the Polluted Swamp, exactly two months before the Black Disaster erupts.

This will be enough for our vanguard to cross the Polluted Swamp and rendezvous with the Blood Covenant Knight Order in the Dark Mountain Range.

As for the next month, it will be ‘Raid Prep,’ and I cannot afford to ‘create’ a raid for them to challenge as casually as before.

This time, I will not interfere in the gathering of information and the formulation of tactics concerning the raid; all tasks will be completed by them alone.

A month’s time must be wisely allocated.

They will need to perform reconnaissance, harassment, and attrition until the decisive moment at the very end!

Triss, since we have decided to open the ‘World Map’ to my warriors after the Black Disaster, it is time to test their growth over this period.”

“You’ve planned well, but there is a fatal flaw,”

Assistant Xiao Cui immediately cautioned:

“Your warriors excel in tactics and courage, but since they entered Transylvania, they’ve only dealt with ordinary enemies and lack experience against psychics.

In fact, I think you lack this kind of practical experience too, so I have decided to personally…”

“Let Phemis handle it!”

Murphy interrupted Triss’s self-promotion, saying:

“Miss Phemis had some criticisms about my last ‘dungeon design,’ so let’s have her assist the warriors in attacking and occupying Plague Town.

I am also eager to see if our Miss Phemis has any talent in this area.

I will station myself in Crimson Castle and be ready to support the swamp positions at any time, while Maxim will focus on training troops and swiftly building the Maginot Line, so even if they fail, I can still cover for them.

As for you, Triss.

While I am away from Crimson Castle, you must take on my responsibilities and continue to lead Transylvania in preparedness for war as Blood Vulture Duke.”

Triss fell silent.

After a few seconds, she said resentfully:

“Little Murphy, tell me honestly, are you deliberately restricting my actions?

Ever since we discovered traces of the twilight, you have continuously kept me from being involved in matters that might put me in contact with them.

Have you discovered something?

Are you hiding something from me?

You’re being naughty.”

“No, you are overthinking it, I am still the same obedient Murphy.”

The Vampire Lord lied without changing his expression:

“Rather it’s you, who has been all mysterious lately, rejecting to meet up with me under the pretext of needing to do experiments.

I even suspect that you might have a change of heart.

So, Little Triss, are you hiding something from me?

You’re naughty.”

“No.”

Triss on the other end also flatly denied, then said:

“Well, alright then, let’s follow your plan and leave everything to Phemis to handle.

I’m too lazy to bother myself with it anyway, happy to enjoy some hard-earned peace and quiet.

As for what I’ve been doing in the lab recently…

Hmph, maybe you’ll know in a few days, if all goes well.”

Triss’s voice faded from Murphy’s ear.

But she had given Murphy something to look forward to, making the Vampire Lord unable to resist pondering what this surprise might be, and he felt Triss’s tactic of keeping him guessing was becoming ever more exquisite.

Ah, truly a fascinating “old woman.”

Meanwhile, in the sewers where the smaller players had begun their counter-kill of the ghouls, there was also an unexpected “harvest.”

Since the older players had all rushed to Xike Territory and Smugglers’ Forest, Little Brother Fu had inadvertently become the leader guiding the players.

With the increasingly fierce cooperation of the Scorpion Lion, Stinky Bao, Mo Ni Qiong almost singlehandedly forged a path through the ghoul’s position.

However, he soon encountered some strange beings at the fork leading to the third layer of the cave.

They were undead Jackal Barbarian Soldiers.

From their attire, they were the vanguard of the army under Kenbort, those unfortunate ones who had been tricked to death in the cave by Wolf Poison Vampires.

They, along with the ghouls, had rushed into the sewers, driven by their raw physical power and hatred for the living, attacking the Summoner and the Scorpion Lion.

Little Brother Fu was no longer the crybaby he once was, fearlessly facing a group attack from Jackal Ghoul Soldiers.

He grasped the staff-sword in his right hand and pulled out a large-caliber revolver with his left from his waist.

This device, purchased from Count Shuren, was filled with Burnt Gold Bullets — perfect for dealing with these tough creatures.

He flickered forward in dim steps, a gun fired as his sword swung.

With a bang, a blinding flash of fire burst upon the Jackal Ghoul’s head right before him, the intense burning immediately setting its shriveled body aflame, and the flanking assistance from the Scorpion Lion boosted Little Brother Fu, making him more fierce in battle, his synergy with the beast growing smoother.