My Players Are So Fierce

1621: 544.

Vampire race main quest update to Chapter 2: Angry Rescue_3

1621: 544.

Vampire race main quest update to Chapter 2: Angry Rescue_3

“Oh, I forgot, I always thought you were a weak girl, but I overlooked that my servant also has strength.”

Stick Brother chuckled, flapping his huge wings to hover as he said:

“You wait here for me, I need to arrange the work handover.

By the way, where has Winnie gone recently?

Why haven’t I seen her at all?”

“Her?

She joined Miss Phemys’s Spiritual Energy organization, Red Devil Hall, and is now the lady’s servant.”

Melia showed a very peculiar smile at the corner of her mouth, and she said softly:

“What?

Some men are not satisfied with occupying the sister, and are thinking of making a move on the poor little sister?”

“What are you thinking about!

Am I that kind of person?”

Stick Brother blushed with embarrassment and admonished:

“Be serious, Melia!

You weren’t like this before, a lady shouldn’t make such jokes.

I’ve always seen Winnie as a poor girl, and I’d be happy if she could have a good future.”

“Tsk, too serious, Master.

This isn’t fun, and it doesn’t fit the vampire tradition.

When faced with such teasing, you should respond more elegantly.”

Melia also flapped her small wings and slowly took off.

But she wasn’t a pure-blood Blood Vulture, her wings were small, and she flew slowly.

It was very difficult to keep up with Stick Brother’s speed, so during a forward leap, she proactively grabbed Stick Brother’s hand.

This action made Stick Brother, who had been single for over thirty years, feel like he was electrocuted and immediately wanted to shake it off.

But he turned back and looked at the ‘servant’ flying with him, ultimately accepting this contact and grasped Melia’s hand in return, pulling her as they flew towards the command post at the front line.

“Letting a blind woman fly in the night is a bit too much.”

He told himself this, convincing himself.

As the nominal commander of the Maginot Line and the officer of the “Cadman Assaulter” company, he needed to leave a note if he had to leave temporarily.

It was a rule he set for the order of his company, and he could not be the one to break this rule.

Fortunately, there were only he and the Great Shark vampire in Stick Brother’s company, so their temporary departure would not disrupt the command system of the position.

Meanwhile, the Teleportation Hall, specially set up in the Blood Vulture Corridor, also began its official operation for the first time.

Blood Vulture members who rushed over were waiting here for Miss Phemys to fine-tune the teleportation portal landing point.

They will teleport at once to Wolf Castle, the farthest currently built teleportation portal, and then teleport again from there to Dark Valley.

Lady Adel had already left a spatial beacon, and for a powerful spellcaster like the young lady, it was simply a matter of perception and manipulation.

“Ah!

This is for the glory of the Blood Vulture Clan!”

In the crowd, the ‘Great Knight Uther’ leaned on a Blood Vulture war sword and shouted.

This guy joined the game half a month ago, and from the name, it’s clear he’s a member of the Rushing River Knights.

Being able to use the title of Great Knight means his status in the Knights is not low.

He is the head of the third group of the Rushing River Knights, but currently still only holds a nominal title because his members are still undergoing new recruit training under Miss Biqi.

However, his presence here already indicated his identity beyond being a ‘Holy Light Believer’.

“Shut up, you traitor of the Holy Light!

How dare you, a vampire, flaunt the name of Lord Uther?”

A newbie with the ID ‘Flamehead Captain’, who just became a vampire a few days ago, squinted at this unreliable fellow and said disdainfully:

“If there really was Holy Light power here, I fear you’d be the first to be purified!”

“Nonsense!

How benevolent the Holy Light is.

How could it punish me just because I’m a vampire?”

The Great Knight Uther proudly patted his chest and said:

“Do you not know the Holy Light can even create miraculous beings like light-cast undead?

Uncle here, in the future, will become a light-cast vampire, understand?

Hey, how ordinary it is to walk the path of Holy Light as a mortal?

For a formidable individual like me, I definitely have to challenge myself!

Tepar said he wants to establish the faith of the Holy Light on this continent, such a grand ideal!

We must exert all our efforts…

Hm, the teleportation portal is open!

Let’s go, let’s go, Flamehead, let’s support our Vampire Governor blessed by the Holy Light.”

“Hey, call me Captain!

Or Flamehead Captain.

Just calling me Flamehead feels strange, you punk.”

“Tsk, who told you to pick that name, huh?

Do you really think old uncle here can’t get the joke?

Alas, if it weren’t for my long time playing with Tepar and the others, unable to relinquish my identity in the Knights, I would have called Card to fight.

Alas, that good name could only be given to my friend.

He will likely join the game next week.”

“What kind of old uncle memories are those?

I don’t usually look at those; I read the Spring and Autumn Annals.”

A few guys bickered as they walked into the teleportation portal, safely arriving at the still-reconstructing Mage Tower of Wolf Castle.

These naive guys completely didn’t realize there was no NPC with them until they safely arrived.

Only then did Miss Phemys in the Blood Vulture Corridor’s Teleportation Hall breathe a sigh of relief, signal with a gesture, and lead the remaining vampire clan members through.

This was clearly using the small players as guinea pigs to test if the teleportation portal was working properly.

However, considering the player’s nature, even knowing this, they probably wouldn’t complain much.

After all, the NPCs in this game, once dead, are not respawnable, which is why the player manual specifically emphasizes that under necessary conditions, players appearing as “Ceris Tribe’s Just Adventurers” should protect NPCs from harm.

So far, players were adhering pretty well.

“Nash!

Go notify Chieftain Hog.”

Upon arriving at Wolf Castle, Miss Phemys first shouted to the Blood Claw Jackal Hunting Captain nodding and bowing before her:

“Have him get ready, ‘Wise Wolf’ lord has been requisitioned by The Grand Duke of Triss, and he needs to go into the Baphomet Underground Palace with the Grand Duke to seek treasures.”

“Huh?

Who?

Who is Wise Wolf?

This name is so strange.”

Nash complained as he ran to find his chieftain.

Hog had already prepared to set off, and upon seeing the ingratiating Nash entering, Hog sighed and, under Nash’s shocked gaze, handed the Jackal Wolf Man’s staff, symbolizing his chieftain identity, to him.

Patting Nash on the shoulder, he said:

“I’m entrusting the Blood Claw Clan to you.

I’m going to become ‘Wise Wolf’.”

Nash shivered, immediately dropping to his knees, screaming:

“No, Chieftain, I haven’t betrayed you!

Although I’ve been secretly doing some smuggling with a few warriors to make some quick money, I swear I’m loyal to you, please don’t kill me!”

“You punk, smuggling, huh?

Never noticed.”

Hog curled his lip and kicked the crying Nash, unwilling to believe that this sly move hadn’t picked up on his recent series of odd actions.

The current fear was just for show.

But it’s fine this way; he needed to leave behind a capable guy to help oversee the Blood Claw Clan, and Nash was the best choice.

“Get up!

I’m just going to do something big, not to die.

From now on, call me ‘Lord’, understand?”

“Oh, alright, Wise Wolf Lord!”