My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 3109 -1035: If You Don’t Speak, I’ll Mercilessly Mock You

To be honest, if Huggesen’s position were swapped with it, Huggesen would probably have already led the Bonebite Clan into Mist City, hanged King Louis, and captured the Queen alive.

Alas, how embarrassing.

“Just now… who was that?”

Penny, the excessively strong robot, asked quietly in a calm voice that carried a hint of nervousness:

“My information perception module just overloaded; I could sense that you were having communication with an extraordinary entity…”

“Well, perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe it as ‘your current boss communicating with a former boss.’”

Murphy glanced at her, hoisted the Split Claw Warhammer, waved to the cheering players, and then spread his wings and soared into the sky, leaving behind a teasing remark:

“Asking too much will only harm you; wanting to know everything will only lead you astray. Ignorance is bliss, child. Also, remember what I said earlier: The path to redemption lies in action.”

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“Thank you for your support, Lord Pa Ying. My warriors and I express our most sincere gratitude and regards to you.”

On the battlefield of the Mudded Highlands scattered with corpses and flames, the heavily scarred Marshal Loren clasped his dented war helm and handed his worn Marshal’s Battle Axe to his guard. Exhausted to the brink of collapse, he offered his gratitude with the utmost respect to Lord Pa Ying.

The Millennium Lord, who wielded a Holy Spear to carve through the Chaos Fiends’ ranks, personally slain at least a thousand Chaotic Creatures, nodded indifferently. He glanced at the weary warriors behind the marshal, asking:

“How many are left?”

“Fewer than imagined, but more than total annihilation.”

Marshal Loren wore a complex smile, tiredly saying:

“Out of eighty thousand, sixty thousand will return alive, but at least five thousand will retire home after this battle. Without you, our losses would have been greater; among the Wolf People’s spoils might have been a failed dwarf’s head, used by one of their cubs as a chamber pot.

Thanks to you, they’ll never have that chance.”

“I’m sorry for your casualties, but Marshal, now is not the time to rest.”

Lord Pa Ying pointed north, succinctly stating:

“According to reliable intelligence from our mermaid friends, the Daguan Fishmen have infiltrated the waterways of Lake Xiuerpres and the Kaderman River, and the rear Dorod Fortress faces a cascade of risks.

The Daguan Fishmen breed at an astonishing rate; leveraging the lake and surrounding water sources, they might rapidly spread across every corner of the Old Continent.

Whether they can be halted directly impacts the long-term peace and stability of the Goldenrod Kingdom, so you have much work ahead.

The Wolfsbane Clan will assist, but they also need to regroup. Besides thanking me for today’s battle, you must thank others.

Especially Murphy…”

Lord Pa Ying noticed the visible discomfort on the dwarf marshal’s face upon hearing this name. He shook his head and said:

“I won’t meddle or assess the feud between the Exploration Corps and Transylvania, but I know dwarves are a grateful race, and before you leave the Ligurian Peninsula, you should meet the most talented young vampire among us.

You know, the ownership of the Brass Fortress Ruins is quite a sensitive issue.

As one of the dwarves with the most influence in the human camp, you can’t escape this issue, and regarding this, Murphy has a complete and effective solution to discuss with you. That’s all I have to say.

There are still chaotic Wolf People fleeing on the battlefield; I need to ensure they don’t cause more trouble, so I won’t waste your time any longer.

Goodbye, Marshal.

Lord Pa Ying concluded his farewell with his signature politeness and non-detached demeanor, and left the muddy highland under the guard of Palano Knights and Lord Yvette of the Sly Head. The former marveled at the beauty of courage in this deadly battle, while the latter adjusted her waist uncomfortably, having just given her undergarment to a handsome human major and invited him for an “exchange about life” later tonight.

Marshal Loren sighed, somewhat irritatedly sat on a chaotic Wolf People’s corpse, pulled out his dwarf pipe, took a few fierce puffs, and decided to face this meeting, which he would surely find embarrassing.

The Millennium Lord was right: dwarves are inherently grateful, and this is the main reason they thrive in human society.

Who wouldn’t like a grateful alien friend?

Oh, except the Indians with cool scalps.

“Solos! Come over, you’re going with me to meet that vampire… cough, I mean Governor Murphy, dress properly, he’s our benefactor.”

Marshal Loren, with the dwarf’s voice, shouted, stood up while smoking his pipe, then drew his dwarf pistol and fired at the filthy tentacle stealthily crawling from the corpse behind him.

With a loud bang, the tentacle was burnt to ashes by the Burning Gold flame.

“Hmph, who did you think you were ambushing? Really think I wouldn’t notice!”

The fiery dwarf marshal cursed harshly, loaded bullets into his pistol, and holstered it again. Initially considering he wouldn’t need it for the meeting with Murphy and planning to leave it with the guards, he thought again and decided to bring it along.

Well, just in case.