My Players Are So Fierce

The lord’s castle in Westerburg had long since collapsed, just like the city itself which had turned to ruins. It was the last memorial left on this land from the war over two years ago, and a symbol of the hatred between Transylvania and the Goldenrod Kingdom.

As long as the ruins of Westerburg remained, no Transia person would ever consider living in peace with the Goldenrod Kingdom.

If anyone dared to shout on the streets that the Goldenrod People were their friends, they’d most likely not live to see the end of the night in this fiercely protective community.

In many instances, hatred can also become a form of “political correctness.”

When Murphy became the Governor, Milian and Professor Malcolm reminded him to be cautious in dealing with the Goldenrod People. Though their intent was to prevent Murphy from being overwhelmed by hatred, Murphy always had his own views on such matters.

Eliminating hatred in a short time was impossible, unless he diminished his lordly authority to force the populace into submission. But why would Murphy do that? Were the Goldenrod People treating him well?

Without much time to change the public mindset, it was better to let it develop on its own. After all, East Prussia and the Kato area were still in the hands of the Goldenrod People; Transylvania would eventually have a conflict with the Goldenrod Kingdom to reclaim what was lost.

From this perspective, Murphy anticipated another fight with the Nords during his gubernatorial years, to take back parts of Kavkhoka and Ice Bay.

Of course, these were matters for the future, at least to be planned after the Black Disaster was over.

Because the last time Little Sheron visited Westerburg, she had seen her father in the castle ruins. Thus, Murphy and his companions headed there straight away without hesitation.

However, upon arrival, they found Little Sheron’s account to be somewhat conservative.

The castle ruins were entirely frozen in eerie ice. Enormous ice pillars seemed to “grow” along every crack in the castle, like a layer of cold, rampant ice armor, sealing it completely with no visible path inside.

It was as if the old Earl of Xike never intended for this door to open again when he sealed it.

Murphy could roughly guess the old earl’s thoughts, but the problem was that he had sealed it too well, requiring them to expend a significant effort just to “chat” with the old earl.

“Poof”

The Necessary Evil spiraled into the frozen door, slicing through the ice layer and releasing cold air everywhere. Yet, Murphy frowned as he withdrew the Demon Sword to examine it further.

The sword’s charged strike created cracks in the ice, but not much shattered, proving that this ice was not simple and might be infused with other forces.

He turned to Triss and shook his head, saying:

“Indeed, it can be opened bit by bit, but it would waste a lot of time and possibly alert those inside.

According to Sheron’s previous descriptions, the old earl and his wife are in a peculiar situation, their combined combat power likely breaking through to the Gold Stage. Plus, considering the unique environment of Westerburg, I don’t think rashly starting a fight is a good idea.”

“I can take us in.”

Triss, with her eyes closed, sensed the surrounding Spiritual Energy and said:

“The inner and outer spaces haven’t been cut off. We just need a slightly risky precise teleport, and under Mannis’s protection, there shouldn’t be any problem.”

“No teleporting! Refuse the teleporting! I’ll figure out how to open it, as it seems like a variant of Undead power on the Spiritual Energy level.”

Mummy Girl, crossing her hands with a “dame” gesture, had apparently developed a psychological shadow from Triss’s careless teleportation technique earlier. Without the need for Murphy’s command, she rushed to the peculiar ice to study it.

The Three-headed Dog Sanchez clearly didn’t like such cold surroundings.

It lay dozing in the watchtower ruins not far off, its snores making the ground shake, with a peculiar “triple sound.”

Meanwhile, Murphy took photos of this imposing Three-headed Dog from various angles with the Core Bead, planning to later package it into “development materials” and post it online to entice curiosity among players.

Though it might seem like a fantasy to reach the level of a Three-headed Dog with the current player-level Death Spells, considering that even Nifytelli at the Silver Stage can summon a Three-headed Dog, there must be some underlying technique to it.

This could be a Netherworld System secret technique; if he could obtain this secret technique, the future of undead faction professions would surely look bright.

Like they say, who isn’t good at painting visions?

“I’ve thought of a way.”

While Murphy was capturing “private photos” of the Three-headed Dog, Mummy Girl, who had taken a piece of ice into her hands for study, called out, signaling for Murphy and Triss to come over.

She made a very abstract expression on her face, wrapped in fabric strips, as if she were smiling, then tossed the ice aside, saying:

“I know what this is!

It’s not ordinary ice Spiritual Energy, nor is it a Death Spell from the Netherworld System. It’s a composite Spiritual Energy formed by the fusion of Death Psychic Power and ice elements, shaped into an ‘Ice Coffin’ after energy tri-phase transformation.

Lady Cui Si, you should have heard of this spell, right?”