My Players Are So Fierce

1818: 607.

Murphy’s Brilliant Debut: Who Said I Was Trying to Glorify Myself?

1818: 607.

Murphy’s Brilliant Debut: Who Said I Was Trying to Glorify Myself?

“Eh, eh, eh!

Didn’t they say the First and Third Groups already gave us their support points?

Why did Old Qin only summon one Winter Wolf Monk over here?

The enemy is about to attack, hurry and call for reinforcements!”

“Where are the Blood Vulture Hunters?

Where are the Winged Cavalry?

And where is the Brass Dwarves’ artillery barrage?”

As night was about to fall, the area beside The Blood Flag Pit’s position was in an uproar.

The veteran players and newbies of the Second Group watched eagerly as the reinforcements they had exchanged 80% of their earnings for finally appeared.

Hopefully, someone powerful and beautiful like Lady Triss would appear to hold the fort with a cool Lightning storm, turning these darn Wolf People to ashes!

If not, replacing her with Lord Hether would also be great!

It’s said that the hard power of the Third Lord of the Blood Covenant Knight Order is even greater than that of Lady Triss, and he’s a dedicated defensive melee fighter.

These Wolf People couldn’t breach the defense even if they rushed up together.

With the aid of Lord Hether, they could defend here until they die of old age!

Yet, despite waiting, the Spiritual Energy fluctuations at the opponent’s base were so strong that even newbies could feel them, there was still no sign of Old Qin summoning the Golden One.

“Damn it!”

“Is Uncle Qin really this calm?”

In reality, Old Qin had spent all his points, leaving only 600 points to summon the Winged Cavalry for a trampling charge, but only one of the two summoned supporters has arrived so far.

Winter Wolf Monk Turner was still in his iconic monk robes, sitting in meditation at the front of the position.

Four Images Monk was communicating with all things, and the four elements of wind, fire, water, and earth were completing the final resonance before battle with him.

The winter Divine Power of North Wind God Su was also slowly rising, like the icy wind sweeping through falling snow in mid-winter surrounding him.

There was a faint wolf howl echoing, representing Su’s anticipation and desire for this battle.

A mere Blood Flag Heights has already received the shared miracles of Avalon and Vam, as one of the spirits, Su not showing up really could not be justified.

Moreover, Su and Vam are famously incompatible, and since Vam has already proclaimed the victory of The Fury, if the North Wind Wolf didn’t show up, he could hardly support his followers with face in the future.

Teacher Li and Master Yang stood protectively on either side of Coach Turner.

These two martial arts masters have also prepared themselves mentally for a big fight, with Sister Pomegranate and Brother Cat focusing quietly beside their elders, having become the first member of the Thorn Clan.

It was Andre who personally completed her Origin Blood transformation,

to allow Lady Shani to give such a precious thing as Origin Blood, showing Shani’s high regard for the player community.

The Origin Blood transformation could also avoid the prolonged conflict and weakness period that vampires experience when changing factions, allowing Sister Pomegranate to seamlessly transition into an official member of the Thorn Clan from the Blood Vulture Clan.

She’s poised to prove herself tonight.

The Lady Thorn Fighting Gauntlet on her hands continuously popped out claws and retracted them, clearly unable to suppress the murderous intent inside her.

Brother Cat knew he was being challenged, so he came prepared.

He even borrowed the famous “Cold Night” blade from Pomegranate, intending to engage in another fierce battle tonight.

“Look!

Sir Morphy is coming!”

As the players on the battlefield were increasingly heatedly discussing whom Old Qin would summon, a little Sly Ghost suddenly shouted, and everyone looked up to see their cool and handsome Lord Morphy descending like a classic vampire appearance with the flapping of grand blood wings in front of the battlefield.

But Morphy didn’t come empty-handed.

He was holding a flag representing the Blood Vulture Clan.

As he landed, with the Star Realm summons, the increasingly majestic Alpha George and Spirit Vulture appeared beside him.

Necessary evil already sensed it would drink its fill of blood tonight, making it excitedly wag its tail and buzz sharply around its user.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, other NPCs just come out from the Crimson Gate, but no one has such a flamboyant ‘entrance effect’ as Governor Morphy.”

But though flamboyant, the players love it.

“Damn!

Old Qin is awesome, he directly summoned the main storyline NPC over here!”

“Sir Morphy is so handsome, I really like you!”

“You!

Don’t go crazy here!

Sir Morphy doesn’t like men…

oh, you’re a girl, never mind then.”

“But Sir Morphy’s data card on the forum shows he’s just a Black Iron elite.

Despite his dashing entrance, in this situation, is his combat power a bit…”

“Nonsense!

How can we imagine the majesty of a main storyline NPC?

Just watch patiently.

Definitely no problem!

Trust me!

I’ve been a veteran follower of Sir Morphy since the Survivor Camp days.”

The players’ whispers were picked up by Morphy’s keen senses, causing a faint smile to spread across his lips.

“Yes, it should be like this.”

In the past few days, the number of new players entering the game has reached over 500, bringing the total number of players to over 2100.

Although most spent some time being part of the Appetite Relief Party on the forum, all have heard of Morphy’s life achievements, but tales spun from other players’ mouths are never as dazzling as seeing the main storyline NPC perform miraculous feats firsthand.

“Lord, your entrance is truly impressive.”

Having finished his breathing exercises, Iron Fist Turner equipped his arms with exquisite and imposing White Wolf gauntlets, glanced at Morphy holding the flag, and said: