My Players Are So Fierce

He must find the ruins of the “Explorer’s Company,” which specialized in producing these mass-produced protective gear during the Golden Age, before the players achieve anything significant.

This means Murphy might need to take some time to explore for treasures in the mountainous areas near the Brass Fortress.

Hmm, he could bring Nifytelli along.

This reserve Death God Chosen from the Sanghai Empire is knowledgeable about the Land of Creation, which could be a great help.

Maybe they could even find something outrageous like a Single Soldier Power Armor in those ruins.

Felix mentioned before that such things are indeed part of the special equipment sequence of the Golden Age’s Wolf People security personnel…

Murphy grew more and more excited as he wrote.

He seemed to enter a state of “inspirational burst,” and after several hours of fervent writing, he finally settled the user manual for the beta1.0 version of the internal test.

This thing is just for the brothers in the game to have a look at anyway; writing randomly won’t cause any problems.

Even if it technically violates some advertising laws or something, the players won’t have anywhere to complain about it.

Law enforcement officers are less likely to give him cross-border enforcement, right?

After settling this matter, Murphy stood up and stretched well.

It was already evening, nearing nightfall.

The Governor had been out running around recently and was quite tired, so he decided to rest early tonight.

However, before sleeping, he still needed to patrol his territory as usual.

When night fell, a pair of huge bat wings quietly unfolded, carrying Murphy into the night sky, allowing him to roam freely in Transylvania’s airspace and even take time to “race” with his always stylish Blood-Drinking Spirit Vulture, Refuno.

He accidentally flew too far.

When Murphy managed to halt from the supersonic speed, he was already flying over Xike Territory.

As Transylvania’s “rear line” during the Black Disaster, Xike Territory’s vast plains were not calm after nightfall.

The Mountain People in the ancestral woodland wandered on horseback at night, not for some special hunt, but to carry out training in preparation for battle.

The physique of the Mountain People was such that even their commoners could rival elite soldiers.

Though they rarely interacted with the outside world, they were aware that if the weaker plains people to the south couldn’t hold off the Wolf People, they would also have to defend their forests.

Fortunately, during this period, not only was the Crimson Castle Administrative Office absorbing external people, but the ancestral woodland also gained official support from Transylvania.

The Mountain Tribes continually crossed into the Saxon Region’s forests, enticing the struggling brothers there to join their large family.

It’s important to note that after the Goldenrod Kingdom declared their conquest of the Saxon Region’s forests during the Ten Year War, they have maintained strict management over the Mountain People there, who are known for their rebellious nature.

Small-scale conflicts between the two sides have never ceased.

In the past, the ancestral woodland was not accepting, but now, being relatively “affluent,” it has opened its arms.

Naturally, the poor tribesmen from the Saxon Region are happy to come over and share a bowl of food.

Anyway, the “loyalty” of the Mountain People has always been a very mystical concept.

The local elders didn’t force the issue; as long as the new Mountain People swore allegiance to the current Count Xike, Little Sheron, they would receive some supplies and food.

They even formed a nomadic tribe on the vast plains of Xike Territory.

Murphy could see the temporary encampments formed by tents on the plains below at night.

It is said that the Bataxin Business Association intends to use the Mountain People’s channels to open trade routes into the Ice Bay Area.

Once Miss Palian returns to preside over the situation, these new Mountain People can get a decent job.

“The more people that come, the better.

This kind of Mountain People, who are tough and can fight, I welcome with open arms.

Even if Crimson Castle goes bankrupt, I will go to the Wolf Queen Majesty to beg for food to feed you!

Anyway, with the Kafuhoka Plains at her disposal, the Wolf Queen is definitely not short of food.

Bah, that is our Transia people’s land.

We’ll reclaim it sooner or later!”

Murphy voiced the ambitions of the lord in high altitudes.

Of course, given his current lack of strength, he could only say this here.

Saying such things in an official setting would undoubtedly cause major news.

“Howl!”

The highly perceptive Spirit Vulture Revno flew over like a crimson lightning bolt, flapping its wings around Murphy, indicating it had discovered something “astonishing” on the other side.

Curiously, Murphy followed his bird in changing direction.

After a few minutes of flying, he saw the Ruins of Xike.

The ruins were very clear from high above, resembling a black scar on the vast grasslands, shining together with the purple Star Realm Creation in the night sky from Crimson Castle.

However, Murphy did spot something peculiar amidst these ruins filled with death.

To be precise, some strange figures were mixed among the city’s undead.

“Is that…

Bella and Bernice?”

Murphy exclaimed in surprise:

“What are these undead couples doing here?

Are they planning something nefarious in Xike City?”

The Governor quickly descended and saw, from mid-air, Bella and Bernice passing through the city zones filled with Wandering Undead, finally stopping at what seemed to be the ruins of a cathedral.

And it wasn’t just those two who came; around thirty or more Netherworld Knights and Necromancers, brought back by Murphy from Wolf Castle in the Crimson Corridor, were gathered here, looking like a strange “undead party.”