My Players Are So Fierce

For example, the Blood Scar Clan has always revered the priest class, while the Bone Biter Clan holds warriors with illustrious achievements in higher respect. Hass is the Military Governor of the Blood Scar Clan, and he is not at the top of the power structure, so it’s possible for some opinionated priests to interfere with his command.

But I have no evidence to prove this point.

Moreover, the biggest problem is, if Field Marshall Hass was forced into a retreat tactic, what exactly do the Wolf People intend to do? Are they planning to initiate another Star-world Tear, like trying to destroy Shadow Valley, to destroy our stronghold here?”

“They probably won’t do that.”

The old soldier of the Qing dynasty shook his head and said:

“Last time, the star-borne rift in Shadow Valley attracted a wolf disaster. Facts proved that the Star Realm Wolf packs not only hate us but are also unkind to the Wolf People. If another larger scale disaster were to be attracted, the Wolf People would also suffer terrible losses.”

“But we must be prepared!”

Old Qin said in a deep voice:

“A similar incident cannot happen again! We were lucky to escape disaster in Shadow Valley, thanks to Meow Brother’s patrol team accidentally discovering the Wolf People’s plot that day.

But we can’t rely solely on luck for everything, my lord. I heard that the Goat Man Astrologer has quite a bit of research on the Star-world Tear. Perhaps we should also commission him to design a defense against the Star-world Tear.

The Wolf People are clearly learning our warfare tactics, and these barbarians really have insights on waging war. This is the eternal contest between spear and shield, and we must stay one step ahead.”

“Makes sense, then let’s invite Master Boer to the outpost.”

Murphy adopted Old Qin’s suggestion, saying:

“Invite him to reinforce the dimensional boundaries around the outpost. I’ll also have Triss and Veylanther help out.”

The two staff officers nodded immediately.

After they left, Murphy also contacted his dear Triss, and before he could say anything, he heard Triss say:

“Cement Sealed Heart hasn’t logged in today, she’s never late.”

“So?”

Murphy raised an eyebrow and asked:

“What do you mean?”

“Her ‘time’ has come, perhaps in these next two or three days.”

Triss said:

“Her situation is very special. This time, it’s a permanent consciousness transfer to Transylvania. I think this process might attract the attention of subspace shadows, since this consciousness carries the coordinates and aura of another world.

So if possible, you need to return to the Crimson Castle and personally oversee her otherworldly summoning at the Moon Secret Room, precisely timed.”

“Mm, I will head back, but there’s something here I need your help with first.”

Murphy explained the situation at the outpost and the retreat of the Wolf People to Triss, and the Crimson Witch immediately understood and promised she would arrive at the outpost as soon as possible. This assurance put Murphy at ease, as if Triss came, there would be two Golds stationed here, plus Goat Man Boer’s understanding and counteraction of the Star-world Tear. Even if the Wolf People decided to take a risk, they would be able to seize a chance to counterattack.

Everything seemed to be in order.

The lord ended the quantum communication, reviewed everything in his mind, and found no obvious issues. He then planned to continue patrolling the outpost and discreetly gauge the new players’ attitudes and impressions of himself as the mainline NPC.

This was the most crucial core factor of his self-summarized “NPC roleplay method,” ensuring at all times his positive and perfect image in the players’ minds to foster a sense of belonging towards him as the mainline NPC.

In crude terms, it’s akin to seizing every opportunity to put on a grand show whenever possible.

Of course, if he could grant rewards to the players at the same time, then most small players would willingly shout out his name and swear allegiance at some point.

Unfortunately, Murphy currently didn’t have much extra money to splurge, otherwise, he wouldn’t need to painstakingly “build his character” like this.

Just when Handsome Murphy was having a great time with his honest and reliable little players, beneath a deep tunnel not far from the outpost,

a group of maddened Gnolls under the Bloodlust Skill were using their life force to dig a tunnel. They didn’t need to make the tunnel perfect; their Wolf People masters only had one requirement: to get as close as possible to those damn Nord’s positions.

Behind them, guarded by three teams of hunting electors and six Blood Scar Priests, Old Manson was leaning on a White Bone Cane, following with a dimension gem.

He looked at the hard-working Gnolls with a very critical and dissatisfied expression. In the past, Old Manson thought that Gnolls were perfect as servant troops and cannon fodder, but after witnessing the new life form of Ratmen crafted by the “Scholar” in the twilight, he suddenly felt immense dissatisfaction with the loyal Gnolls on all levels.

The digging ability of these guys was far inferior to the Ratmen.

Moreover, their reproductive capacity was nowhere near that of the Ratmen. They also had excess emotions; although ignorant, they knew fear, which is a huge demerit compared to the emotionless Ratmen.

Most importantly, the Gnolls probably had the worst learning ability in this world, whereas the learning and imitation skills of Ratmen were very strong.