My Players Are So Fierce

1404: 473.

The Impenetrable Fortress and Cheche’s Great Adventure_3

1404: 473.

The Impenetrable Fortress and Cheche’s Great Adventure_3

“These high-level traps detect and trigger over all terrains, and once activated, they will trigger even in the air.”

“So, does that mean our Gatekeeper is adopting a positional warfare mode?”

Gebao sighed in the air, cursing:

“This development team is really getting better at stirring things up.

What are we waiting for, brothers?

Dismantle!

Psychic and thieves, go dismantle the traps, be careful!

Better slow than sorry, no rush.”

As he spoke, he was the first to go down to dismantle the trap.

However, Gebao, being a Blood Inquisitor and not skilled in handling traps of dark magic, ran into trouble with his first spell.

Mistaking the order of two runes led to a burst of purple psychic energy shooting into the sky, and in the stunned gazes of everyone, a bone-crafted, imposing door of the undead burst forth before them.

A cold Netherworld aura blew as a skeletal Death God wielding the Reaper’s Scythe floated out, followed by four Shadow Fiend-like spectral guardians swaggering behind.

“I’ve seen this thing!

The final boss in the Rat King Doomsday sub-quest was this!

And that was a weakened one; this one looks fully powered!”

Catch Shrimp grabbed two hand axes and shouted:

“Is this a silver monster?

So messing up one trap summons a silver monster?

Damn, how long do we have to dismantle?

Forget ten days; even a month might not be enough!

Damn developers really know how to play with people’s minds.”

“But on the other hand, this is indeed a paradise for monster farming…

As long as we can handle it, one destruction and summoning after another will definitely make the adventurers wealthy.

The materials dropped by these high-level monsters are highly valued by Lady Triss, just killing twenty could make us rich.”

Ayu drew his twin blades, his face filled with regret:

“Ah, what a pity, we don’t have that much time left, otherwise this place would really be worth farming.

Let’s hold off this monster, Cheche, you lead the others and pull out.

Prepare to execute the backup plan now!

Head immediately towards the Swamp Forbidden Area, we’ll follow shortly.”

“Alright!”

—

Half an hour later, the Western Front’s strategy was declared a failure.

But no one mocked the students; on the contrary, everyone on the forums, including the Appetite Relief Party, expressed their “condolences” and comfort.

Such bad luck.

A road filled with dangerous spiritual traps that even the young lady deemed outrageous; when Morphy sent the details of that road to Triss, Blood Vulture Duke, with the authority of the Spiritual Overlord, judged:

“Even if I went, it would take several days to safely dismantle all the dark magic and undead traps; your little gamers are still beginners in the fines use of spiritual energy, they can’t guarantee dismantling traps without triggering other connected dangers.

The Magician who set these traps did a clever job, thinking of the entire trap collection as a whole.

I presume there’s a Spiritual Core in the Mage Tower managing these traps, the best course now is to abandon this road and attack the town from the other two directions!

After entering the Mage Tower, all traps should be shut down.”

Triss cautioned:

“Anyway, don’t let them try randomly, the undead in Plague Town are troublesome enough, calling more creatures from the Netherworld would render that swamp entirely useless.

The destructive power difference between the material world’s undead and the Netherworld Wraiths is huge.”

“Don’t worry, my little gamers have wisely chosen to abandon it, but I guess they might have other plans.”

At that moment, Morphy was flying high in the sky, following the students from a distance as they navigated through a bizarre route towards the eastern part of the Swamp Forbidden Area.

Hiding his presence, he spoke to Triss as if they were having a casual phone chat:

“They are heading to the Swamp Forbidden Area.”

If I’m not mistaken, these guys are planning to lure the Swamp Giant Snake to attack Plaguetown.

I must say, it’s a pretty malicious but also effective method.

I just don’t know what method they plan to use to pull off this extremely dangerous ‘expelling wolves by chasing tigers’ scheme?”

“I think they might as well give up.”

Triss said in a spiritless tone:

“As far as I know, Ningkinanka never leaves its Forbidden Area, perhaps there are some binding forces from an era long before.

Even during the four most severe Black Disasters, Ningkinanka never emerged from the Forbidden Area, and the fall of King of Bone Biting was because it ventured into the Swamp Forbidden Area.

It’s practically like volunteering for death.

So, if your players are planning to lure the giant snake, they’re most likely going to be very disappointed.”

“I reckon they know this too.”

Murphy saw the student group whispering together.

He planned to eavesdrop and thus said to Triss:

“Since they still choose to execute this plan, we might as well give them some confidence.

I’ll keep you updated on this matter here; gotta hang up now and enjoy their burst of wisdom and strategy when faced with danger and pressure.

I bet they are going to pull off some jaw-dropping stunts.”

After saying that, Murphy disconnected the call with laughter, concealed his figure in the shadows, and stealthily approached the group of students discussing the plan below.

Only to overhear Gebao suggesting:

“Let’s draw straws!

The one who picks the shortest straw will do some scouting.

We must find Ningkinanka’s lair, ideally steal something these giant snakes just can’t give up.

Eggs would be the best.”

“F*ck, you’re really wicked!”

“Ha, if you’re not wicked, why did you come here?

Or shall we go back and slowly dismantle those traps?

You confident about handling them?

I sure ain’t!

We represent the dignity of the students in this game!

We can’t back out now.

Come on, draw the straws.”

Gebao took out a bunch of broken branches, and let each gathered young vampire draw one.

Ayu, staring at the short stick in hand, scratched his head and asked:

“Is this considered long or short?”

“Are you dumb?

Just compare it with others to see which is shorter!”

“F*ck!

Drawing life and death sticks, and you’re making dirty jokes?”

“Heh, you’re shy now, but didn’t we also play such games when we were assigned the same dorm?

We agreed on whoever had the longest would be the dorm leader.

Turns out Gebao, the dumbass, didn’t want to strip off, treating us all like strangers.”

“That’s because I didn’t want to crush your confidence.

Are you all done?

Come on, show them, brothers, let’s see who got the shortest!

Ha, Cheche’s is the shortest!

Tsk tsk.”

“Bullshit!

I’m dropping my pants right now; let’s compare!

F*ck, I obviously have the longest!”

Sir Morphy, hidden nearby, watched these overly playful students and the distressed Cheche restrained by his brothers from stripping, his face agape.

He couldn’t help but pat his own face in the shadows, completely shocked.

Damn, the young people nowadays really know how to have fun?

Choosing a dorm leader in such a unique way…

I really can’t keep up with the times anymore.

But you guys keep it serious!

This isn’t an 18+ game!

Really, compared to Brother Meow, you group of “lewd little devotees” are more suitable to be called “Big Bird Spinning.”