My Players Are So Fierce

940: 319.

Gold and Dead Bones of the Xike Death Domain_3

940: 319.

Gold and Dead Bones of the Xike Death Domain_3

He knew he had to move faster, then make the fastest escape possible.

They couldn’t linger here.

The good news was, after a mad dash, they encountered no obstacles on their way to the street where the Westerburg bank was located, which was the most severely damaged part of the city outside of the industrial zone.

Lady Sheron had warned them when she sold the information about the bank’s underground vault to Stick Brother: after the Exploration Corps used the plague to breach the city, all visible wealth in the bank area had been plundered by those bastards, leaving only the deepest vault untouched.

It was sealed by a Psychic Lock, which could only be opened with the Xike family key, and that very key was now in Stick Brother’s pocket.

“Lin!

You take the rookies and hold position here!

We’ll be back in half an hour at most!”

Stick Brother, having dismounted at the bank ruins that looked like they had been hit by artillery, shouted to his second-in-command.

He couldn’t afford to delay any longer, and with the other eight brothers of the Tiger Leopard Riders and the Wumeioge quintet, he charged into the debris of the bank.

After they left, the twenty recruits from the Hammering Corps also conscientiously patrolled the area on horseback.

This scene was all witnessed by Yan Song from outside the city using Reconnaissance Magic, while Brother Qu had activated the Heart of the Gargoyle, using stone to gather and construct the body of a creature, ready to take to the skies for pick-up at any moment.

The Pioneer Army had plundered Westerburg thoroughly two years ago, but the upside was, after such plunder, Stick Brother didn’t need to spend time searching for the path leading down to the vault anymore.

The passage was blatantly obvious, like a dark maw blasted open by gunpowder, waiting to swallow any greedy adventurer whole.

“Make sure everyone has their teleportation scrolls.

If something goes wrong later and we can’t escape, tear the scrolls and return to Crimson Castle immediately.”

Before descending into the vault, Stick Brother took out the scrolls he’d bought from Lady Cui Si before they set off and distributed them to everyone.

Everyone was holding them with disdain in their hands.

Obviously, the inherent 1% risk of going berserk made everyone uncomfortable.

The tragic incident of Cheche was enough to serve as a memorable lesson to anyone preparing to use a teleportation scroll.

It was said that poor Cheche, after that “Star Realm journey,” was left with such severe mental scars that he swore off trying any NPC-provided teleportation services again.

“Don’t scare yourselves.

Maybe there’s nothing down there after all?”

Wumeioge tried to lighten the mood with a joke, only to be met with scorn from the others.

They filed through the passage one by one, descending along the marble spiral staircase, not stopping at the first underground level, but heading straight for the large vault on the second.

The process went smoothly.

Except for a few black rats scurrying in the darkness, each over a meter long, almost nothing else made a sound.

The vault Stick Brother was looking for was conspicuous.

All other vaults had been blasted open by force, only the deepest underground vault was intact, surrounded by traces of past explosions and several bundles of unexploded explosives, but the heavy iron door, weighing several tons, showed no signs of damage.

“Its Psychic Lock still has plenty of energy!”

Wumeioge stepped forward to sense it and immediately turned back to Stick Brother with a face full of ecstasy:

“This proves it hasn’t been opened in these two years, the gold inside is untouched!

Quick, open it, let’s see what’s inside!”

“Don’t rush.”

Stick Brother also let out a sigh of relief.

What he feared most was that all their efforts would be in vain, but he still had to maintain a calm and collected posture.

He stepped forward and inserted the key that Little Sheron had given him into the lock.

As all seventeen runes on the Spiritual Energy key lit up one by one, the heavy steel door slowly began to open.

In the expectant gazes of everyone, a magnificent gold light burst forth in this dimly lit place, impossible to overlook.

Of course, gold itself does not glow!

Even a mountain of gold cannot give off light.

The reason for the floating golden light was the shimmering Spiritual Energy Protection around the Treasury, reflecting off the neatly stacked Gold Bars and casting a dazzling rainbow glow.

This sight left all the players present forgetting to cheer or even to breathe.

They stood there, dumbfounded, beholding the astonishing wealth they had unearthed with their own hands.

In fact, the amount of Gold Bars in the vault wasn’t all that much; after all, it was just one of Westerburg’s financial treasuries.

It didn’t even compare to one-tenth of the family wealth in the Blood Eagle Corridor.

But for the players, it was already a super treasure beyond what words could describe!

Count Shuren hadn’t lied to them!

There really was a treasure here!

Although they didn’t yet understand the exchange rate between Gold Bars and Gold Coins, a rough estimate of the value of these bars was definitely no less than 500,000 Gold Coins.

By the exchange rate of 1:10, that’s five million RMB?

Uh, that doesn’t seem like a lot now that I think about it.

At least for someone of Little Brother Fu’s level, it wasn’t a large sum of money, but at least Stick Brother had some results to show to alleviate the heavy work pressure he had felt lately.

“Move it!” he ordered.

The others, like wild dogs breaking free from their leashes, rushed into the vault, tossing the Gold Bricks into the specially prepared Psychic packages.

But just as everyone was gleefully packing the bars, Little Hand, who had the highest Perception, suddenly twitched his ears.

He decisively hid in the shadows while grabbing Wumeioge and said,

“Did you hear something?

It sounds like someone’s come in…

from behind!”

“Bang!”

No sooner had the words fallen than the sound of something heavy hitting the ground came from behind.

Stick Brother swiftly turned around to see the mangled body of a brother who had been left guarding the second-floor entrance to the Underground being harshly thrown down, and a figure in golden armor with a huge, skull-headed hammer was slowly emerging from the darkness.

“This land will not allow anything more to be taken!

Not a bit!

Thieves, weep!” he bellowed.

With that, his hammer swung out, sending a brother next to Happy Stick flying, and then cold mist started rising in waves from all around, with numerous resentful spirits bursting out.

Seeing this made Happy Stick’s hair stand on end.

He and his surrounding brothers immediately drew their weapons, ready for their last stand.

“Damn it!

I knew it wouldn’t be this easy.

Every pile of treasure has to have a Guardian, right?

This game mechanism is just terrible!”