My Players Are So Fierce

1732: 579.

The new faction of the Blood Vulture Clan is truly an eye-opener – Additional update [21/30]_2

1732: 579.

The new faction of the Blood Vulture Clan is truly an eye-opener – Additional update [21/30]_2

The Goat Woman was indeed as Murphy predicted – not a good person.

She blinked her unusual cross-shaped pupils and spoke to Old Goat Man in a somber tone:

“The situation in Abyss City is getting worse and worse.

The monsters frequently appearing in our mountainous region are not something we can handle.

The elders are all discussing relocating from that increasingly unstable place.

Just because they don’t say it doesn’t mean we can’t detect it.

After all, even the Abyss Treasury has begun to migrate, hasn’t it?

Old Finley, I don’t believe you don’t know what will happen in the future.

People living in Abyss City can barely maintain a superficial unity, but once we move away, the second major split among the Goat People is right around the corner.

You know better than I do what kind of mess our clan is.

If we don’t want to follow those obstinate elders blindly into darkness, we have to find a retreat in advance.

You see, everyone hopes to have more options, and we’ve already received an invitation from the Governor of Transia.

If that place can survive the Black Disaster this time, maybe the Dark Root can take root in Transia.

We were born in the Dark Mountain Range, but given a choice, who would want to stay in this hell forever?

We can swear allegiance to Lady Triss!

You’ve survived from that era; don’t tell me you haven’t heard of the ‘Crimson Witch’!

With her protection, we can rapidly grow and prosper, plus the Cunning Magician’s legacy in Transia has already been recognized by Governor Murphy.

This means we can act openly there, maybe even form our own Curse Mage faction.

Heh, what a good thing, if the elders aren’t completely senile, they would know I’m making the right choice!

If they have any conscience, they should let me manage the fading Dark Root.”

Faced with Julia’s statements, the experienced Old Goat Man Finley remained silent, and after a moment, he suggested:

“Let’s take it step by step, Julia.

You’re too young and impulsive to understand the catastrophic consequences of one wrong move.

My advice is not to rush to swear allegiance!

Use your eyes to see first.

Of course, if Lady Triss is willing to accept us ‘old friends’ and give us power, then I will fully help you persuade the elder council to send the ‘Curse Squad’.

Hehe, you’re also right.

Instead of using that power accumulated for centuries in civil war among kin, better use it to secure our future.”

On the other side, Murphy wandered alone through the desolate village.

This New Mejewa village should have had over three hundred Shadow Elves, but now it was as silent as hell.

Murphy didn’t even need to use his vampire senses to know what happened here; the thick stench of blood in the air had already told everything.

“These damned fallen lunatics.”

He cursed, then strode up to kick the door of the village warehouse.

Amidst the flying wood chips, a scene of Shadow Elves “entwined” with each other unfolded before him.

Though the conditions here were indeed limited, these ritualistic creatures had somehow still gathered some food and lit candles to create a party atmosphere.

Damn!

Having a YP party and not inviting me, huh?

Murphy swore, feeling truly disgusted not by the decadence and debauchery of these newly transformed Shadow Elf Vampires, but by the blood in the cups used for their “entertainment”.

No other races lived near this village, meaning this blood came from their compatriots…

Former compatriots!

“Where’s Veylanther?”

Murphy cried out with a frown:

“Bring her to see me!”

Although these Shadow Elf Vampires were not Murphy’s progeny, their venerable leader was Veylanther, and Veylanther was Murphy’s servant.

This hierarchical relationship gave Murphy a certain “intimidation” over these creatures.

With his roar, a naked Shadow Elf instantly scrambled to inform her, but the rest continued their “revelry”, perhaps in despair-induced abandon or in newfound hope indulging to the fullest, presenting a scene too wanton for Murphy to bear.

Adel’s underlying disdain for Shadow Elves was indeed justified.

Murphy immediately regretted letting these guys into the Blood Vulture Clan, certain they would turn the steadily improving clan into a chaotic mess once they got to the Crimson Castle.

Never again would he accept Shadow Elf Vampires into his ranks, though leaving them as a player-option race seemed fine.

He turned and left, waiting in a house for his servant to come.

Minutes later, Veylanther appeared before Murphy in her humanoid form.

Due to the divine power of Lady Spider, she hadn’t grown the Blood Vulture Clan’s blood wings, but her servants had fully inherited the Sin’s Blood.

Truly, divine power was something incredible.

“Did you enjoy yourself enough?”

Murphy sat in the chair and coldly eyed Veylanther, who deliberately changed into submissive clothing to show her compliance and humility, saying:

“I remember the orders I gave you were not like this, were they?

How many exactly did you kill?”

“Oh, my great master, are you angered by those who died?”

Veylanther was extremely astute.

She immediately grasped the source of Murphy’s anger and carefully explained:

“Your humble servant was just carrying out your orders.

When I returned here and announced I brought the blessing of Sin’s Blood, many wanted to fight to the death immediately.

Clearly!

This kind of counterattack itself indicates they were all eyes of the dusk!