My Players Are So Fierce

881: 300.

Countdown for New Players to Join

881: 300.

Countdown for New Players to Join

Blind box time, always joyous, never lasted long.

Although the real treasures were only placed in two out of the over three hundred boxes, making the chance of getting them infuriatingly low, a closer look assured that this system was definitely more benevolent than certain pay-to-win gacha games.

Besides, the little players actually didn’t lose out.

The consumables that Natalie had put into the boxes were the Witch Hunters’ “signature products.” Take the Hunting Sword Oil, which had the highest “shipment” this evening, for instance, a large bottle of it would cost thirty Gold Coins at the Adventurer Guild.

That was an Enhancement Item concocted by the Witch Hunters’ Alchemists utilizing secret techniques.

Now that the Old Education had completely collapsed, you couldn’t buy it anywhere, even if you had the money.

So, even if we count the minimum guarantee of thirty Gold Coins earned by each player, let alone the fact that most who came to open the boxes had more than one key in hand, and not to mention the fixed large rewards of Gold Coins and prestige from the settlement of the “Jackal and Wolf Disaster” main quest and the equipments provided by the continuously triggered side quests throughout the mission, it had made the little players quite satisfied.

According to Murphy’s constant observation through the Core Bead during the whole event, at the end of this main quest, the equipment and skills of his 140 players had already reached the level of “elite veterans.” This would ensure they could fulfill their guiding duties during the upcoming “newcomer induction.”

It is with the old leading the new that an orderly legacy can be assured, and rookies will find it easier to get on the road with the guidance of veterans who had experienced real battles.

Murphy’s rule had now extended over the whole of Transylvania, and next, the little players could no longer just operate within Count Cadman’s Domain.

For them, the Westerly Territory to the west and the Andma Hills to the north were still unexplored lands, and Murphy needed them to extend his and the Crimson Castle’s ruling system’s influence as soon as possible.

Thanks to the allegiance of West Coba’s Earldom, Murphy would soon get a batch of spare player invitation slots.

According to precise information from the Valande Knight and Little Sheron, just the number of Highlanders in the vast Westerly Territory had reached seventy thousand, which meant Murphy would unprecedentedly gain 700 slots in one go.

Moreover, the inspections of war refugees convinced Murphy that he would acquire more than 1000 slots in the upcoming month.

He had already planned to distribute these slots in the near future, so by the time winter arrived in Transylvania, he would have over 1000 elite veterans.

You see, hasn’t this snowball just started rolling smoothly?

However, the current biggest question was, the Highlanders, not yet recorded among Murphy’s subjects, made the Vampire Lord guess that he might need to complete a “favorability quest”?

Isn’t this just like seeing a 15 million mansion and choosing an 8 million car, and now just waiting to win the lottery?

“Hmm, the idea of having 2000 players before the Black Disaster now seems a bit conservative.

I think we can set an even more impressive target, 3000!

That’s a nice limit.

An army of up to 3000 warriors, entirely composed of little players.”

Stroke his chin, Murphy finalized the new goal in his mind.

He walked out of the tent with Maxim, and behind him, ten Witch Hunter warriors carried out ten splendid family Treasure Chests.

This scene immediately attracted the attention of the little players in the camp who were still in the “blind box excitement phase,” and even without any reminder from Murphy, the top ten players in the points pool came forward, eager to try their luck.

There were ten chests but eleven people came forward.

Uh, that’s because Old Qu and Cheche “shared the tenth place.” Brother Qu had to ask for a “substitute” again due to his terrible luck, while Cheche felt on a roll tonight after opening some good stuff.

He was confident in having another big win from the family warrior Treasure Chest in front of him!

However, he hadn’t noticed the hint of teasing and anticipation in Sir Morphy’s eyes.

As the rewards he personally placed in the chest, he could ensure that neither Old Qu nor Cheche would likely be in a “good mood” tonight.

For the Vampire Lord, disappointment, as well as joy, were both fascinating emotions.

Trapped in this magic medieval world, there were too few ways for Murphy to amuse himself, aside from sparring with Cui Si and making the little players happy.

So, under Murphy’s indicative gaze, Maxim deftly placed a “specially marked” box before the eager Cheche, and as the ten Warrior Keys were distributed, Murphy also spread his arms and announced with a somewhat breathless voice:

“Transylvania is the land of warriors.

This land does not skimp in generously and richly rewarding the true warrior’s journey.

Come, my most ruthless, fiercest, and craziest warriors!

Claim your rightful rewards under the blessing of the coming midnight.

May the Goddess of Fortune favor you.”

The rest of the little players held their breath subconsciously, fixating on the ten family Treasure Chests that clearly looked extraordinary just by their appearance.

Especially the veteran players who were sighing wistfully.

Compared to the last time when they haphazardly opened a “hole” outside the Treasury, this time the ceremonial feel of the event settlement was truly maxed out.

“Click, click, click.”

Exquisite keys were inserted into the locks, and amidst the varied expressions of the top ten warriors, Cheche, who couldn’t wait any longer, was the first to lift the lid off the Treasure Chest.