My Players Are So Fierce

1318: 445.

“Shadow of the Swamp” Officially Released and Hall of Fame Opened – [Additional Update 12/25]_2

1318: 445.

“Shadow of the Swamp” Officially Released and Hall of Fame Opened – [Additional Update 12/25]_2

Even though the setting for this event was a swamp terrain unsuitable for cavalry deployment, Murphy’s companions, once dismounted, were undoubtedly more formidable than members from other guilds.

Their blessings of war and mountain bloodlines were no joke, and the advantages they possessed in close combat could not be overlooked.

However, just as Stick Brother had prepared for a lone struggle, an unexpected guest visited him.

Led by an NPC escort, the short and plump Border City Prodigal, carrying a classic Mosin-Nagant Rifle, entered Stick Brother’s tent.

The middle-aged man, always with a cunning smile on his face, exchanged a few pleasantries with Stick Brother before getting down to business,

“Our ‘Hymn of Loyalty’ guild wants to form an alliance with your team in this major event, Brother Stick.

Although we are few, we can offer a lot of help as logistics personnel because we operate the Transia First National Armory.

But we must state that this alliance is just a beginning.

If possible, we hope to maintain a long-lasting friendly relationship, I mean the type of ‘strategic partners’.”

“This…”

Faced with Brother Prodigal’s request, Stick Brother hesitated.

Obtaining assistance from another guild was certainly a good thing, especially since the armory they controlled could provide the weapons and ammunition he urgently needed.

Stick Brother’s hesitation stemmed from other concerns.

He had been careful to maintain a distance from these “guys” for some time.

He was probably one of the first players to notice these guys’ “background,” and Stick Brother did not intend to let unsettling elements creep into his game life, which he had thus far maintained at 300% satisfaction.

So, after nearly thirty seconds of contemplation, he finally spoke,

“Cooperation is possible!

I am very willing to maintain a good cooperative relationship with other players, but that is limited to in-game only.

I do not have the habit of meeting online friends offline.

What I mean is, let’s keep in-game matters in the game and not let them spill into reality.

How about that?”

“Oh?”

Brother Prodigal looked at Stick Brother with surprise.

His reply made Brother Prodigal realize that their disguise had seemingly been seen through by Stick Brother, this former exemplary soldier seemed to know their origins.

Tsk, tsk, worthy of someone who has mixed in several places in Africa, his sense of danger is sharp.

“Fine!”

Brother Prodigal laughed heartily, extending his hand meaningfully to Stick Brother, and said,

“Don’t worry, we don’t have the habit of meeting strangers from online for tea offline either, as you said, let what happens in the game stay in the game; in reality, we are just strangers.

Next week we’ll be sending a batch of new players into the game, and we’ll arrange for them to work in your clerical team.

Don’t worry; it’s just an internship for at most half a month.

We’d appreciate your help in taking care of the newbies and involving them in the swamp conquest so they can get a taste of gunpowder and adjust to the combat mode of the other world.

Rest assured!

You won’t be working for us for nothing.

Loyal Brother said, once the first batch of firearms and explosives go offline, you will be given priority supply.”

“Hey, that’s great, can I request a specific model?

What if I say I want a Type 56…”

“Uh, we can’t do that for the time being, the processing precision and materials are challenging hurdles.

But the Mosin Nagant is negotiable, and the aesthetic of those Slavic guns that are unlocked as you climb this tech tree is also quite unique.

Even if we can only offer the large bolt models now, the ‘Mad Minute’ is also pretty cool, isn’t it?”

—

“The Crimson Beasts have already taken the Skeleton Army’s outer posts?

Their actions are that fast?

I really underestimated the passion these students could unleash.”

In the Crimson Corridor, Murphy marveled at the frontline reports uploaded by the Core Bead.

He hadn’t even released his “new event,” yet the little players had already sprung into action.

It seemed that after this period of training, the ambition to “establish achievements” had taken root in the heart of every Transia warrior.

Excellent!

A great turn of events indeed.

Such zeal and eagerness were precisely the signs of Transia’s rising.

The Vampire Lord nodded with satisfaction and then made the final edits to the mission document already prepared in the Core Bead, clicking publish.

Instantly, all warriors across the Transia territories holding the player version of the Calculating Pearl received this task activation alert, like an invisible bell tolling, signifying that a new chapter in the history of Transia had finally entered its next phase.

“Ding”

The crisp notification sound caused Old Huo, who was in the chief’s office of Treasure Bay tallying yesterday’s profits, to lift his head and see the event alert that appeared on the Calculating Pearl:

[Main Quest Chapter One: The Dawn of Transia, Phase Three Event Update: ‘Shadow of the Swamp’ has been triggered!

Event Content:

As one menace after another is eradicated from the Transia Lands, this nation, long-suffering, begins to regain its vitality.

However, the approach of the Black Disaster signifies that the hard-earned peaceful life will not last long—the footsteps of war are near, and our enemies have sent out their vile vanguard.

The Pestilence Clan from the Dark Mountain Range hides within the Polluted Swamp at the border of Transia, those scoundrels wielding Corrupt Energy and disturbing the dead maliciously eye this land.

The tranquility of others is a thorn in their side; the tragedy that struck Malo Town is but the first victim of this evil leakage.