My Players Are So Fierce

“It possesses various magical effects, perhaps it can help these warriors regain a bit of sanity.”

“No problem, go ahead and try.”

Murphy dismissed the spiritual sight and looked at the Spirit of Anger slowly dissipating before him. He turned to Nifytelli and said:

“Give these warriors a chance, let them choose between dispersing souls and continuing to fight; that’s a death with dignity, not dying like dust, unnoticed.

The Transia people are constructing the Hall of Valor. Although these warriors are not as immortal as foreigners, their names undoubtedly deserve to be included in the Hall of Valor. All the warriors who died in the Black Disaster will have their names engraved on that monolith.

As long as Transia exists for one more day, the warriors will never be forgotten!”

“Yes, yes, treating heroes this way is the proper attitude. That’s how we Sanghai people do it. It’s said that there’s also a towering monument in the Dragon Emperor’s palace, filled with the names of heroes and knights from the Kalem Ancient Country throughout ages, and people there regard it as the highest honor one can achieve in a lifetime.”

Nifytelli said softly:

“Only a country that knows how to honor heroes is a country with hope. That’s what Bayek Mentor often says… oh, mentioning Bayek Mentor, I received a secret message from the Dead Moon Church a few days ago.

The Pharaoh King has decided to send a solar ship to the Shardo Peninsula because it is said there is trouble with the warfare over there. We’re to support our vanguard there and prevent the worst from happening.”

“Hmm?”

Murphy blinked his eyes immediately and associated it with the information blackout currently at the Brass Fortress. He said:

“This is really important news. It’s significant to me. Thanks, Nifytelli.”

“Tsk, is thanking all you can do? Truly typical of pragmatic Transia people. It’s hard to imagine you without a real gift, little Mo Fei.”

“Um, what do you want? I’ve already brought two specializations to your Shaman school, Sun Walker and Wind Rider, and you’ve benefited from it too, right? Little Mummy, I know your brain is soaked, but that isn’t an excuse for ingratitude.”

“I want the Lightning Wand in Triss’s hands! That thing originally belongs to a Shaman, and Triss holding it is a waste of resources, so you quickly coax Triss, make her submit well, and bring me that wand.

I’ve had my eyes on it for a long time!

Using it to assist in the secondary processing of the Sanghai Shaman mystery methods might create a true divine weapon.

So, Murphy, do you need aphrodisiacs?

We Sanghai people are very good at this, I can brew you some great potions, the kind exclusively provided to the Pharaoh King’s royal family.”

“Shut up! How could I, a mighty Vampire Lord, ever need… uh, you say it’s exclusively provided by the Pharaoh King? Well, give me a few bottles, just in case.”

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“Buzz”

The Crimson Gate flickered open, and under the personal supervision of Miss Phemys, the teleportation gate worked exceptionally smoothly, greatly reducing the risk of getting lost in the Star Realm.

But chances are always susceptible to bad luck, so just a few seconds later, a large group of werewolves in Plague Clan sacrifice robes rushed out, finding four people missing.

Before they could complain, amidst the strange laughter of Endless Manis, four unlucky souls were thrown back into the material world… face-first, that is, painfully howling, and one unfortunate soul broke his tail upon landing, his once vigorous tail now bent and weird, had him crying out in pain.

“I say, this thing is just too unreliable, when will the developers roll out a truly safe and stable portal system?!”

The unlucky fellow who broke his tail, with the ID “Half Zhenhermen,” got up, leaning on his wicked werewolf Bone Staff, and pulled his dust-soiled dark hood, flipping the bird at the provoked onlookers, which only invited more laughter.

The embarrassed guy couldn’t help but complain:

“Isn’t Lady Triss said to be very good at this?”

“There’s no safe teleportation magic in this world, haven’t you heard the Psychic from the Plague Clan say?

Because there’s a mapping issue between the Star Realm and the material world, getting lost is very common. We’re doing quite well under Sir Morphy, and with a big shot like Mannis protecting us.

So, stop complaining and get to work!”

This group of Plague Werewolf Players was led by a guy with the ID “Evil Old King,” a person who, like the Wild Wolf under the Moon, decided to go with the werewolf storyline before joining the game.

It’s proven that these guys’ adventure was quite worthwhile. Unlike the newbies born in Transia, who find it hard to quickly grow due to veterans’ “thorough cultivation”, these werewolves born in the Dark Mountain Range have astonishing resources available in the early stages.

After all, it’s an unspoiled new land full of various random events and legendary unclaimed treasures awaiting the fated ones to acquire and just a little luck can lead to rapid growth.

Evil Old King himself found a set of dark magician outfits left by Tear Flesh in what’s now renamed “Soul-stealing Valley” from Plague Valley, along with the help of the Plague Clan werewolves, allowing him to have seven elite undead servants, all top-class monsters, and he has already reserved a Silver undead skeleton warrior, just waiting for his Silver Trial to complete to return to Soul-stealing Valley to contract it.