My Players Are So Fierce

972: 330.

Damn, the development team has hit a wall, how can you guys still be so stubborn!

-【6/15】_2

972: 330.

Damn, the development team has hit a wall, how can you guys still be so stubborn!

-【6/15】_2

As Stick Brother discovered the identity of the other party, the distressed female vampire calling for help also recognized the identity of Happy Stick.

His massive blood wings were simply the best identity card, allowing vampires to recognize at a glance that he was a member of the Blood Vulture Clan.

“You!

Stay away from me!”

The miserable girl tensely jumped up, shielding the unconscious woman in her arms behind her, but the shackles on her wrist and her blood-stained and scarred body suggested she had definitely not had a good time over the past few days.

She was an escapee, a prisoner!

Stick Brother narrowed his eyes as he looked at the obviously nervous and fearful, weak vampire before him, then glanced at the other woman lying on the ground whose fate was unknown.

Her situation was even more tragic, with bloodied cloth over her eyes, she was clearly maliciously blinded.

Tsk tsk, how pitiful.

“Did you run away from the camp?”

Realizing the two women in front of him posed no threat, Stick Brother put away the flail but reached behind him and drew the Remington Shotgun crafted by Loyal Brother, aiming it forward.

He scolded:

“Confess!

What did you all see in the camp?”

“You!

Don’t you know?

It was clearly the Blood Vulture Clan’s powerful figure who came to assassinate Mrs.

Cecilia, and he was the one who destroyed the camp.

You should know better.”

The question from Stick Brother made the Wolf Poison girl before him freeze, and she stammered:

“Wasn’t that your elder?”

“Huh?

You mean there were other Vulture Vampires here just now?

And it was he who destroyed this evil camp?”

Happy Stick huffed, his mind racing as he loudly said:

“It must have been our great and handsome Sir Morphy who acted, you two are lucky to escape from the camp that tortured you due to his grace.

Don’t you know you should be grateful?

Now tell me, what exactly happened to you?

How did you end up in such a miserable plight?”

“My sister and I were captured by Cecilia’s faction, we were planning to flee to Nordtof to seek refuge with the Thorn Clan, Lady Shani would welcome us.”

In the tense situation at hand, the Wolf Poison girl in front of Happy Stick didn’t have time for further thought.

Faced with the dark muzzle of his gun, she coughed and spilled everything that had happened to her.

She said:

“We escaped from Green Island, our father wrote us a letter saying that Old Edward was forcing him to make a choice, but he was unwilling to submit to that decrepit old thing.

He was planning a rebellion.

If he won, our Gray Claw Faction would be reborn and gain unfettered freedom, but if he lost, the Gray Claw Faction would face extinction, and my sister and I would have to fend for ourselves.

We haven’t heard from our father in a long time, perhaps his last struggle ended in his death…”

“Colando is dead.”

Happy Stick said it plainly:

“I witnessed it myself.

He was killed by Count Bai of White Mountain of the Thorn Clan, and it all happened in the sewers beneath Crimson Castle.

His body was sent to North Wind Castle as part of Lupa’s collection, and his heart was given as a birthday gift to Duchess Xiani.

Personally, I feel sorry for what happened to you two.

But from the position of the faction I’m in, I can only tell you, it’s a good thing he’s dead!

Colando was a mongrel!

He colluded with the Jackal and Wolf People, attempting to overthrow the only order in Transylvania.

Had he succeeded, this land would have plunged into even more terrifying chaos.”

These heart-piercing words rendered the Wolf Poison girl in front of him silent; had vampires been able to cry, she would probably be in tears by now.

But there were more pressing matters at hand.

To the astonished gaze of Stick Brother, the shackled Wolf Poison girl kneeled on the ground, begging:

“Perhaps my father’s death was fated, but I can’t stand to see my sister leave me after all the suffering she’s been through.

Please, member of the Blood Vulture.

I beg you, save my sister.

She can’t die here.”

“Huh?”

Stick Brother was somewhat dazed by this turn of events.

He looked at the Wolf Poison girl on the ground in front of him, who was almost breathless and said:

“This…

she’s already dead, right?

Her feet have turned to stone, isn’t that a sign of vampires approaching death?”

“Yes, my sister is on the verge of eternal silence, but you can save her!”

Winnie Colando pleaded on her knees:

“After our father’s death, my sister and I entered a state of weakness due to the bloodline covenant.

We lost the protection of an elder’s strength and fell into this dire situation.

But if we can find another elder willing to provide her with Blood Essence before she dies completely, by re-establishing a bloodline covenant, the elder’s link to life force can bring her back to life and pull her back to the human world beneath the midnight.

Please, help us!

My sister and I are willing to become your servants, save her!

She doesn’t have much time left, you’re the only one here who can save her!

First Embrace her, quickly!”

“Damn…”

Stick Brother’s eyes went wide with shock.

What kind of wicked trick is the development team playing at now?

Wasn’t the “Bloodline Covenant,” this unique vampire gameplay, still under development?

How could he just stumble upon these willing descendants offering themselves up?

And even if this was part of “function testing,” shouldn’t there be a “development team hint” by now?

There wasn’t any quest trigger notification on his character interface!