My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2291 -764: Your God Must Answer! The Lord of Transylvania Demands an Explanation!

The stench from it was exactly the same as those hateful things I encountered when I was betrayed at the beginning.

It is already dead.

But the soul has escaped, and I think you should be able to handle the rest on your own…I wanted to say a few more words of allegiance, but I didn’t feel like it, and staying here makes me very uncomfortable, so, forgive me for leaving now.”

Having said that, Lena didn’t linger, turned around, flapped her wings with a whoosh, and flew away. Although there was indeed a reason she couldn’t stay too close to Murphy to avoid mental distortion, Murphy always felt Lena’s hurried departure was like she was avoiding some “terrifying” thing.

Or could it be that after becoming a vampire, Lena’s coarse and careless personality has turned neurotic?

Can’t be, right?

The blood of Salockdale shouldn’t have such side effects.

Thinking this, Murphy took off his war helmet, shook his long hair to ease himself a bit, and said to the oddly-looking Veylanther and Bonnie beside him:

“Take this giant wolf’s head to boost morale, and then you two collect its teeth and eyeballs, send them back to Crimson Castle to the blacksmith and Goat Man enchanter…what are you looking at?”

“Uh, master.”

Veylanther said in a low voice:

“I suggest you be careful while bathing in the coming days, you’ve been targeted by a dreadful ‘predator’.”

On the other side, Bonnie touched her helmet and also reminded in a muffled whisper:

“Be careful! This is a ‘master’…”

“Hmm?”

Murphy turned back in surprise, then saw the “master” the two were referring to.

The third lord of the Blood Covenant Knights, “Arrow of Punishment” Lady Yvette, was staring at him from not far away, with a kind of…um, indescribable look in her eyes at his strikingly handsome face, which could even rival that of Lord Paryen.

How to describe that look?

Murphy felt like a meticulously crafted meal prepared by a master chef, not only perfectly cooked and richly flavored, but also elegantly garnished and served with a sprinkle of pepper and coriander leaves, then delivered by a graceful waiter to a famished gourmet.

The latter had already donned a napkin, knife and fork in hand, ready to feast.

No exaggeration, Yvette’s gaze was filled with the greedy light of “I’m going to devour this fresh meat, including the bone and skin,” even reminding Murphy of Triss in a certain fanatic state…

Oh my, this is life-threatening.

Triss, come to the “rescue,” your little treasure is about to be eaten by another bad woman.

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“You must give me an explanation!”

While Murphy was dealing with some “internal affairs of the vampire,” in the now quiet Shadow Valley, the enraged Colonel Fraser kicked open the “office” of the Winter Wolf Religion in Shadow Valley.

Still bleeding from his arm, wrapped in hasty bandages, he roared:

“Those damn Star Realm Wolves destroyed our four positions! Hundreds of brave soldiers were killed by wolf mouths, many more injured, damn it! Aren’t the Star Realm Wolves the protégés of the God of the North Wind? Why did they attack us through the rift opened by the Wolf People?

The Transia People have clearly sealed that rift, damn it! You must give me an explanation!”

In the face of Colonel Fraser’s roar, the Winter Wolf’s chosen, Iron First Turner, looked fatigued, and the other Winter Wolf priests also looked at each other in dismay, even including the Nordtof army’s Commander Colonel Basomi Yang, who was wide-eyed.

This colonel was much worse off than the lucky Fraser who dodged the wolf’s kiss; his left hand was bitten off by a descendant of the Silver Wolf during the wolf disaster, being the first to rush into the Nord’s territory during the attack wave, causing far more severe losses to the Nord than the Golden Flower People.

The atmosphere in the room was very stagnant.

Clearly, Mr. Turner also couldn’t provide an explanation for why, when everyone was finally united to fight the wolf disaster, it would be the progeny of the God of the North Wind causing trouble first?

Isn’t this adding chaos to the already dangerous Black Disaster?

Before Colonel Fraser’s anger could be fully vented, General Maxim, representing Murphy, also walked in with a cold face. Compared to Colonel Fraser’s questioning, General Maxim was much more direct in speech.

“The Winter Wolf Religion must give a dignified response to the lord of Transylvania and those innocent dead and wounded warriors! Why, when other divine spirits shower blessings on us, does Su bring us a wolf disaster? Is it because our war has failed to please the God of the North Wind?

Or has your god finally gone mad under the long-lasting provocation from Vam?”

“Watch your words, General Maxim! This is not the will of the God of the North Wind, absolutely not…we will find out what happened, we…we will definitely provide compensation.”

With some shame, Mr. Turner stood up trying to defend his divine spirit.

Yet at that moment, the cheers and shouts caused by players triumphantly parading with a large wooden rack carrying the severed head of the legendary giant wolf through the valley interrupted his explanation.

Colonel Fraser pointed to the gigantic wolf head being swaggered about as a trophy outside the window, and he said:

“Though I don’t know much about the secrets of the divine spirits, I do know only Su’s direct descendant could have such majesty! Stop making excuses for your god, this is his fault!”

Stunned, Turner could no longer speak a word.

This chosen of the divine hung his head in shame, clenched his fists tightly, sighed, and said:

“We will make amends! I swear, please give us a little time.”

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