My Players Are So Fierce

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Searching for the Code Name “Pangolin

803: 274.

Searching for the Code Name “Pangolin

“Alas, Meow Brother, who’s always reliable, had a rare slip-up that made us miss a big treasure chest.

I guess the boss of this dungeon must be Kenbote Bitebone, but he’s cunningly using all sorts of tricks to subtract from our rewards.

Just a tiny mistake and the reward that we almost had in our grasp slips away.

This mode is just too cunning!

It seems that if we want to get all the rewards, the demands on team cooperation are indeed very high.”

As Happy Stick and Meow Brother’s team were anxiously sorting out their roles, the rhythm of the Silver Moon Pride Team was somewhat leisurely.

Orchid even had the mood to discuss dungeon strategies with Lumina next to her, while the slender-legged shield holder with her Falcon Shield was vigilantly surveying the surroundings, saying,

“No wonder it’s labeled as a ‘timed dungeon.’ I suspect the development team might be making a trial run, and they could modify it later on.”

With the protection of elite guards, the girls, bringing a bunch of administrative players, threaded their way through the dangerous Jackal Camp, heading towards the meeting point agreed upon with Blood Rat Gang and that mysterious individual code-named ‘Pangolin.’ They also suffered attacks from the insane Jackal Barbarians, but handled them with ease.

The pressure was all on the other two teams, especially since the girls’ team was already a T1 team in the game, and they handled challenges with ease.

But unlike the cool-headed girls, the administrative players accompanying them were extremely excited.

They rarely experienced such thrilling monster battles, let alone participated in such large-scale team activities.

Although their expertise differed from that of most players, they also harbored the desire to become DPS.

For instance…

“Old Chen, don’t charge so fast!”

Chosen Ashman and Brickmover were tightly grabbing their tutor’s arm, preventing Old Chen from rushing forward to hand-to-hand combat with the Jackals, clearly protecting their elderly teacher.

But the problem was, even the old man had a heart for battle!

Although he was getting on in years in the real world, his stamina in-game was no less than that of the young ones.

“Let go!

The both of you, let go!

My swordsmanship is close to leveling up.”

Professor Chen, the construction worker, scolded his two apprentices with an unhappy face:

“I used to be in the militia and organized training in my youth.

I was much fiercer than the two of you are now.

Besides, you don’t really die in the game, so what are you afraid of?”

“What I’m afraid of is the development team calling me again.

Last time you had a sudden disconnection, it nearly scared the life out of everyone.”

Dust Beater grumbled a complaint.

But seeing Old Chen so eager to try, he sighed, gave a look to Brickmover to let go of the professor, and then took out the Gargoyle’s Heart accessory that he had obtained from opening a treasure chest after the last dungeon raid.

He poured the prepared stone material from his Psychic package, allowing it to quickly merge into a combat Gargoyle, all black and sleek in form.

“You!

Protect my tutor!

When his life is in danger, carry him away from here.”

Dust Beater pushed his decorative glasses and gave orders to his Gargoyle, then shoved the Gargoyle’s control rod into Old Chen’s hand, apparently with no intention of taking it back.

After all, it’s only natural for a student to pay respect to his tutor, and with Old Chen’s ‘Battle Frenzy,’ the troubles he was likely to encounter in the future seemed numerous.

Having this protective item would provide some reassurance to both him and Brickmover.

This advanced alchemical creation possessed a certain intelligence; it understood Dust Beater’s commands and, flapping its sturdy stone wings and moving its stony claws, stationed itself protectively next to Professor Chen.

The professor, curious, stretched out his hand to touch this stone life-form, then turned back with a strange expression to Dust Beater and said:

“The durability of your summoned creature’s body depends on the kind of stone material you use, right?

Why use common granite?

Can’t you find diamond in Transylvania?

If that’s not possible, sapphire or yellow jade would also do.

And you dare to call yourself a designer?

How did you pass your geology classes in college?”

“Enemy attack!”

Xiaowei, fluttering her wings in the air to scout ahead, suddenly yelled, and the crowd immediately went on alert.

Dust Beater picked up his beautiful Ingenious dwarf hunting gun, a gift from his assistant, and shot at the Jackal man lunging towards him.

Amidst the echoing boom of the gun, he retreated to reload behind two shield-bearing guards, grumbling to his teacher:

“For fuck’s sake, professor, in times like this, can’t you just not point out my mistakes?

The stones used need to have spiritual energy affinity.

It’s complicated and can’t be explained in one or two sentences.

Move back!

Don’t get hurt.”

“Right, right, right, come over to our side, old man.

Don’t make trouble for them, and by the way, isn’t your Thought maxed at 8?

Why don’t you switch to a Psychic?”

Life is pretty good pulled the old man back to his side.

This Cunning Magician wielded his spectacular Reaper’s Scythe, casting several curses and damage-amplifying area spells on the approaching monsters.

The fighting style of Cunning Magicians rarely faced enemies head-on; they preferred to use dark spiritual energy to debilitate and toy with their foes.

Old Huo seemed to have mastered the essence of this profession, casting spells to earn proficiency before retreating behind the group, leaving the Jackals to be dealt with by his comrades.

Confronted with Life is pretty good’s curiosity, Old Chen squinted his eyes and replied: