My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2499 -834: Welcome, Lord Administrator—The Farwalker Company Is Honored by Your Presence

Murphy’s arrival at the ruins of the Farwalker Headquarters was impeccable.

Whether it be the grasp of momentum, the manner of arrival, or the meticulously designed scene, all declared to the Elf Prince and the Human General in front of him that he was a “big figure” possessing undeniable power and influence.

Originally, choosing this place was also to intimidate the Sanghai Priest from the Origin Land a bit, but unexpectedly, that guy’s reaction to seeing the Guardian of Creation Jackal was so intense that he actually fainted.

Alas, the Sanghai people’s temperament is really strong…

But even without him, it wasn’t a big problem, as Murphy had certainly intimidated General Filozeer and General Misoyan, thereby easily taking control of the conversation.

It’s not that he was deliberately showing off, but mainly because there wasn’t much time to befriend these two at this moment.

Today’s matters came one after another, and there were still a bunch of things to handle at the R-9 base. Lord Paine’s god-slaying plan was already imminent, and now what Murphy wanted was to quickly open the “treasure chest” of the Farwalker Headquarters ruins, then take his people back to the R-9 base to prepare for the upcoming war.

Indeed!

In Murphy’s eyes, the ruins of the Farwalker Headquarters had the nature of a “treasure chest,” as during the Golden Era, this was merely a site for supplying weapons to the military system of the Eden District. Those truly important experiments weren’t conducted here.

Simply put, this place was just a large armed warehouse and didn’t contain any precious knowledge of creation. Perhaps this is also why it could remain hidden for centuries under the dusky search.

The good news was that there were indeed a few well-preserved weapon depots within the ruins of the Farwalker Company Headquarters.

The bad news was that other areas here had been damaged to the extent of being “irreparable,” making it difficult even to approach, let alone examine, because various uncontrolled automatons were wandering the ruins since the system was offline. Before clearing them out, exploring the place smoothly was impossible.

However, this was not a bad thing for Murphy.

This signaled that a brand new large-scale dungeon was right around the corner, and the expansion pack “The Creator’s Legacy” that Murphy and Triss had always wanted to plot could finally be put on the schedule, starting the second main storyline after this Black Disaster from a place without too many dark secrets.

He maintained a rather proper posture but inside was thinking about various not-so-proper ideas.

But Murphy’s mastery in “NPC Role-playing” had evidently reached the ultimate level, making him appear “flawless” in the eyes of the two individuals in front, seeming truly like a big shot waiting for them to open their mouths and inquire.

“Then let me be straightforward.”

Major General Misoyan withdrew his gaze from Hog and its cool power armor, looking at Murphy, and said seriously:

“I’ve heard your stories, Sir Murphy, you are appointed by the Wolf Queen Majesty as the Governor of Transia, at least in this Black Disaster war, you are our steadfast and trustworthy ally. Therefore, I hereby, in the capacity of Commander of the Nordtof Expeditionary Army, request your help. My 4,700 soldiers and I urgently need to break out of this cursed place to continue fighting on other fronts.

We were tasked with helping the Brass Fortress resist the jackal army; now, although the Brass Fortress has fallen, we can still continue to fight!”

“You only have 4,700 left?”

Murphy frowned and said:

“The Wolf Queen dispatched 14,000 expeditionary troops to the Brass Fortress; has your force been reduced by two-thirds?”

“No, to be precise, we only have 2,000 left, Governor.”

Major General Misoyan sighed in a pained tone:

“The remaining 2,700 are from the Expeditionary Army of the Goldenrod Kingdom. Their commander, Brigadier General Palood, died amidst the chaos inside the Brass Fortress. We took them as we withdrew, but Jackals and Heretics blocked the Gorgon Mountain Pass, turning this cursed place into a damned battle arena.

We conduct guerrilla warfare here with the help of the Shield Dwarfs, but unfortunately, we have suffered heavy losses.

However, these are not all of us. As we moved around, we entrusted the Shield Dwarfs to help shelter a batch of our wounded. Counting them, our numbers could still maintain around 10,000.”

“The Expeditionary Army of two countries totaling almost 30,000, now only about 10,000 remain; it’s a highly elite force. It seems that the battle for defending the Brass Fortress can be undisputedly termed a ‘great failure,’”

Murphy shook his head and said:

“I can’t move you all out, at least not in the short term, but I can apply for zeppelins from Charles Harbor for support. The transport capacity of the Half-body Men is sufficient to move you to a safe place before the next conflict fully erupts.

Therefore, now you have two choices!

First, go to the city of the Half-body Men to assist in their defense, as the next target of the Jackals is the Ligurian Peninsula, where the military strength is severely lacking, and warriors like you are urgently needed there.

Second, proceed to the Maginot Line of Transia, to fight alongside the Winter Wolf Army and the Wilderness Corps!

The Brass Fortress is gone, and if the central battlefield falters following the great defeat of the western front, the entire continent will re-enter the chaotic Era of the Bone-biting King, which is an outcome both I and the two Majesties couldn’t accept.