My Players Are So Fierce

“When I first saw him, I was very curious.

It’s remarkable that your Transylvania could give birth to someone with such an affinity for death.

Even in the Origin Land, such naturally occurring spiritual bodies have appeared only a handful of times throughout history.

The last one to appear is now my mentor, Lord Bayek, the High Priestess of the Moon.

Excellent!

Very talented!

This guy is eligible to join the Death Moon Sect.

When we return to the Origin Land for our report, he will follow me back, and I will introduce him to my mentor.

I might even personally nurture a foreign High Priestess of the Moon.

Ah, just the thought is exciting.”

“Of course, there’s no problem with that.”

Murphy gave A Feng a glance, and the latter nodded slightly.

The situation with the Pantless Demon is quite unique.

His current state is practically bound permanently to the world of Transylvania.

For other players, it’s a game, but for A Feng, this thing is life.

He must also plan well for his ‘career path.’

If he can latch onto the Death Moon Sect’s big shot, then he could practically walk across the continent unhindered for the rest of his life.

“Well then, A Feng, you should follow Lady Nephitali and learn well.”

Murphy stuffed the Book of the Undead into A Feng’s hand, encouraging him:

“Don’t worry about the field hospital for now.

Your apprentices are also making progress.

If the front line gets dire, I will summon you back.”

A Feng really knows how to get along.

After acknowledging the mentor, he immediately gifted the Ghost Mystic Manual he carried to the Mummy Girl, but she lost interest after flipping through a few pages.

This thing is merely a collection of death spells learned by Tear Flesh from Dusk.

Perhaps for ordinary necromancers, it’s considered a secret tome, but for the Sanghai People, it’s no more valuable than a primary school textbook.

Not only does it lack value, but it also contains many errors.

This is probably due to some misinterpretation during the knowledge transfer process.

Anyway, A Feng’s first lesson under Lady Nephitali’s lead is to reconstruct his spiritual body structure.

According to Mummy Girl, the poor structure of his current spiritual body suppresses a lot of his potential.

It must be dismantled and rebuilt!

Wow!

This water-brained girl is really strict in her teaching.

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Time passed day by day, and those “war dogs” recruited by Murphy to Transylvania adapted to the rhythm of realistic gaming.

After a continuous six months of closed testing, it finally reached an end.

Today is the 17th of February, 1112, in the Epoch Calendar, marking the end of the closed test.

Every player’s interface on their Calculating Pearl showed a countdown to the server shutdown.

Like a whip, it urged players roaming around various locales to quickly find a safe save point and prepare to log off.

Fortunately, Transylvania now offers a variety of transportation means.

Besides the convenient and quick portals that charge Gold Coins for each use, there are Wind Eagle flight points set up everywhere by the mountain people.

If you really want to save money, just ride a vehicle yourself.

A hundred kilometers only requires a few bags of oats, a dozen eggs, a bit of fresh meat, and a bundle of carrots.

The demon hunting horse, which currently has the highest vehicle ownership, is more than happy to deliver its owner to the nearest save point.

Murphy had already delegated the save point when planning the base earlier.

Now, besides the Midnight Room at Crimson Castle, there are also points in the Crimson Fortress Commercial District, Morlan Village, Bataxin City, the first batch of five communal farms, Torrent Castle, Ancestors Forest, the Maginot Line, Smugglers’ Forest, Wolf Castle, Shadow Valley, and Baphomet Canyon Camp.

There originally was a save point at the Blackflame Mountain Pass.

Lord Hether agreed to carve out a dedicated area for foreigners on the front lines, but considering the constant threat of large-scale Black Disaster invasions, Murphy temporarily did not set a save point there.

But the existing save points are already sufficient for the players’ needs.

Currently, most of the 3,000 players are gathering at Wolf Castle and Shadow Valley, preparing to log off.

However, some who are nostalgic and have a peculiar sense of ceremony insist on returning to their ‘birthplace’ before the server shuts down.

This is akin to the romance unique to players who want to park their character in a grave at Tombstone Town before shutdown.

Anyway, two hours before shutdown, the previously quiet Crimson Fortress returned to its former bustling state.

Many players strolled through the drastically changed city, picking good spots for photos as keepsakes.

For instance, the six members of the Crimson Beast Group found their sculptures within the city, each taking handsome photos under their statue.

One must say, the craftsmanship of the Stonemason Brotherhood is becoming increasingly refined.

The individuals enjoying their statues erected in the city are very satisfied; even Lord Qin sneaked a few photos with his sculpture, planning to print them out as memorabilia after logging off.

Meanwhile, the administrative players have it rough.

They’re like pitiful wage slaves trying to complete handover work before a vacation.

Personnel like Full Insurance Semi-Trailer, Mud Car Iaido, and Shovel Truck Hitman, who hold positions in the administrative office, are okay.

Though their positions are high, their routine duties aren’t busy, so leaving tasks to their department’s executive officers for three days isn’t a big deal.

However, Old Huo, Meow Bunny, and Tepar have it not so easy.