My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2339 -780: The Useless Wolf People Who Made Dusk Worry

Let me offer you some advice, Vampire Murphy.

Surrender with your people. The Wolf People don’t usually take prisoners, but you’ve proven that the Transia People are braver than humans from other places. We need servant armies like yours to conquer the world.

Get lost, Murphy.

Leave with my mercy.

Crawl back into your rat hole and shiver, remember, my invitation is always valid. Before I kill you myself, I’ll give you a chance to beg for mercy.”

“Tsk tsk, look at that, the trash talk champions have a splendid face-off.”

The strange laughter of Endless Mannis rang in Murphy’s ears, reminding him:

“A Hunting Priest from afar is marking you with a hunting seal. This thing has divinity and will be detected and tracked by all of the Master of Hunting’s servants. It looks like you’ve replaced your Lord Pa Ying as their most troublesome enemy.

I should congratulate you, my collaborator.

Your reputation among the Wolf People has finally reached ‘revered level’, of course, in the negative sense.”

“Shut up, you annoying creep. No wonder you have no friends in the Star Realm. Who would want to befriend such a foul-mouthed serpent?”

Murphy squinted his eyes, using the last of the celestial accelerated time for himself and Bonnie and others, turning into a crimson stream that broke through the encirclement of the Wolf People. On the road towards dawn, he said to Mannis:

“Help me find out, Endless One, where did Huggesen’s sword go? I have a hunch that Huggesen’s recent rendezvous wasn’t just for trash talk; that guy was conveying a message to me.

Hmm…

A very important message!”

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“What did you say? What can this thing do?”

At the same time Huggesen’s army was taking Shadow Valley, in the Jackal Camp in Baphomet Valley some distance away, Old Manson, having “resurrected” by occupying the body of a Hunting Elect, stared wide-eyed.

It looked at the irregular crystal before it, much like Burning Gold Ores but exuding a strange black-gray glow, and said in astonishment:

“I might have misheard you, did you just say it can open a door somewhere?”

“You didn’t mishear, Lord Manson.”

The mysterious hooded figure opposite Manson emitted a barely audible laugh and said:

“This creation named ‘The Eye of the Plane’ is Mr. Scholar’s latest research achievement. It can forcibly open a subspace fracture in the material world, yes, that dangerous thing you know of.

The progress of the Black Disaster towards Transylvania… hmm, is less than ideal, which is wearing down the patience of us onlookers.

The Scholar requires something from the Polluted Swamp, and you must quickly pave the way there. This is also why I was ordered to bring this subspace artifact here.

The era of soft-heartedness is over, Lord Manson. As one of our closest collaborators, you should understand the current situation.

The Transia People attack you with the Star-world Tear; you should respond in kind…

Go forth!

All comrades of dusk will secretly support you.”

“Why don’t you provide something more practical?”

Old Manson grumbled:

“Like the Ratmen… aren’t those new creatures under your control?”

“There’s been a small issue with the Ratmen. The Evil God banished to the Star Realm is trying to seize control of them. Mr. Scholar is busy with that matter, and our Ratmen have more important duties.”

The envoy from the Scholar Faction shook his head and said:

“You will soon witness the great victory brought by Dusk’s support. But with all due respect, Lord Manson, you’re not our only collaborator among the Wolf People, so I still hope to convey a message from Mr. Scholar to you.

You should be faster. Don’t let us down again; we’ve bet heavily on you.

Nobody wants to make a losing trade, right?”