My Players Are So Fierce

“Its fate will remind Huggesen how dangerous it is to plot with the tiger, and after this, the dusk’s pollution tactics won’t be so easily effective.”

“You! You’re putting all your hopes on a damn Jackalman General? Governor Murphy, have you gone mad?”

Fraser questioned:

“Are you praying for mercy from the enemy?”

“No, I just have confidence in Huggesen’s lineage; it’s a descendant of the King of Bone Biting, destined not to become a slave of dusk.”

Murphy waved his hand and said:

“You can trust me on this matter, but dusk won’t let it go so easily. We must show them a little color lest these bastards continue to interfere with this already dire war.

Colonel Fraser, I’ll be responsible for this.

You take your soldiers and withdraw to the Maginot Line, rest there and await the final showdown with the Wolf People.”

“Hmm?”

The colonel looked at Murphy in surprise and said:

“Does the Polluted Swamp not need us?”

“There are specialists in charge there; letting you enter a swamp full of traps now is akin to sending you to your death. If you really want to help, then write a letter to your father and ask the Cape Family to send more supplies to the front lines.”

Murphy said:

“Also, how much longer does that dwarf Loren intend to wait? Should the issue with the Circle Tower drag on?”

“The Greeny Army Corps is already mobilizing. It’s said that Lord Paryen has already been involved in cleansing the Circle Tower.”

Fraser said softly:

“King Louis has made up his mind; soon, news will arrive. Before the eternal silence of the Holy Spear, the followers of dusk have nowhere to hide, and the remaining Purifiers can only survive with the lord’s confirmation.”

“Is this King Louis’s resolution?”

Murphy said, frowning:

“To this extent? I thought a ruler as decisive as him would directly order the razing of the entire White Cliff, executing any psychics who had contact with dusk mercilessly, just like when he ordered the elimination of the Avalon Church with determination.”

“My king indeed initially intended to do so; he is never hesitant when resolve is needed.”

Fraser sighed and said:

“But the rapidly deteriorating situation forces us not to cut off an arm at this time. Once the situation in the Kato area worsens, without psychic support, it will be tough to resist the Black Disaster shifting from the Wolf People. Also, this suggestion actually comes from your Lord Paryen, who believes the Circle Tower is not rotten to the core.”

“The current lord seems a bit gentler but also much more cowardly. As for my response to this matter, only two words: heh heh.”

Murphy said coldly:

“Regardless of what you think, no members of the Circle Tower should appear within the Maginot Line and Transylvania! If they dare come, I dare to cut them down; if you don’t believe it, just try.”

Saying these terrible words, Murphy made a graceful farewell gesture, turned, and walked towards his players. As he arrived there, Old Qin handed him some items, explaining:

“Lord, these are the things we found in the corpses of those World Burning Demon Warriors. The psychics have confirmed that there is no subspace residue, but these things are very strange. They don’t seem like the kind of powerful items those World Burning Demon Warriors would carry; instead, they seem like ordinary items.”

“Hmm?”

Murphy raised an eyebrow, looking at the pile of peculiar items Old Qin handed over.

Among them were severely corroded daggers and some rusted coins, all considered ordinary items. Murphy also saw half a broken doll and an old-fashioned leather belt, just like a pile of junk.

No wonder the players gathered here to mock the poor loot of these elite monsters.

The value of these items is entirely disproportionate to the cost they paid to win.

Did the development team design the drop rates with their feet?

With this deadly difficulty, such trash is all that drops?

Murphy also felt somewhat baffled, not because of the drop and difficulty issues, but mainly because these ordinary items could not possibly remain so intact in subspace.

He placed the pile of junk on a rock, put on gloves, and picked through them carefully, finally finding a rolled-up letter inside a twisted metal flask. As he took it out, the letter seemed to fall into accelerated time and weather rapidly. Murphy quickly unfolded it and read it before it completely disintegrated.

The content was quite strange:

“Dear Lady Avi:

I will soon depart from Nalante Town, bringing your favorite goods and the beautiful item custom-made for you in Westerburg to your manor. Humble as I am, I do not dare to hope for your favor, only wishing that you can accept my love, burning hot enough to resist the northern winds.

By the time you receive this letter, your loyal suitor will be on the road, eagerly awaiting our meeting.

— From your friend, Heir, written at the ‘Roaring Giant Bear’ Inn in Nalante Town, Summer of 912.”

The content of this letter isn’t difficult to understand.

It’s just a love letter from a simp to a goddess, but Murphy noticed the location and time in the signature—it’s a letter from two hundred years ago, and the name Nalante Town seems to ring a bell.

Murphy thought for a moment and decisively opened the communication to call his all-knowing old buddy. After hearing his question, Triss, still on the Maginot Line, said in a peculiar tone: