My Players Are So Fierce

1376: 464.

Having a boss who does not cooperate with work and whom you also cannot afford to offend is really a headache.

1376: 464.

Having a boss who does not cooperate with work and whom you also cannot afford to offend is really a headache.

“Alright, thanks, wifey.”

Murphy quipped back as he took the pendant and planted a kiss on Triss’s cheek.

Blood Vulture Duke just gave him a look without saying much.

He even seemed to tacitly approve that overly presumptuous nickname.

But as Murphy was about to leave, Triss suddenly asked:

“You must be going over there not just because you’re worried about the fluctuating battle situation, I guess, you don’t want to miss the debut of your ‘Vampire Squadron,’ right?”

“Hey, smart guess.”

Murphy shrugged his shoulders, summoning his voluminous Blood wings and flapped them twice, saying:

“I don’t just want to miss it; I even want to personally take part in it, to experience the joy of being a ‘Vampire Bomber.’

Although the Happy Bullets of Li Mei produced by the arsenal right now can neither quantity-wise nor quality-wise set the marshes ablaze, at least this represents our military strength gradually improving, right?

I’ve said before that the Battle of the Swamp was our rehearsal against the Black Disaster, and I still believe this.

Not only do my warriors need to find their own fighting styles on their paths of power, the entire Transylvania also needs to quickly adapt to our future battle formats.

Perhaps this is a combat style never before seen on this Continent, representing ‘advanced experience’ from another world.

At such a critical moment, I must be present.”

“Hmph, as expected, all men love ‘big booms’, whether you’re twelve or sixty, you guys always like to smash some stuff to show off your strength, just like a bunch of boring big boys.”

Triss’s scathing sarcasm came through:

“If this world were ruled by women, perhaps lasting peace could actually happen.”

“Alright.”

Murphy turned back, winked, and said:

“When I conquer the whole world, I’ll help you ascend to rule as queen of the world, my dear Triss, perhaps you should start picking out a pose to rule the world now, I mean, you gotta make a dazzling entrance when you sit on the throne of the world queen, right?”

—

“Boss, we’ve found some unsettling things on the forum.”

In Loyal Brother’s office, as the end-of-day approached—a moment he lamented could finally go home on time for soup without his wife nagging—Loyal Brother was drinking wolfberry tea from his thermos when Brother Prodigal came in with a serious face.

He sat opposite Loyal Brother, looked around, and whispered:

“There’s a post on the forum that details the entire process of the battle at the Swamp Highlands, posted by a student known as ‘Threejin Sweet Potato Burn.’

His description mentioned a player named ‘Uncle Qin.’

It’s said that he has participated in real wars and it was he who led the inexperienced students to successfully delay the Necromancer Army’s assault.

I think we should keep a close eye on this Uncle Qin, maybe even create a separate file for him!

After all, there aren’t many guys with military experience who can lead a counterattack domestically, maybe he’s from external forces…

huh?

Why do you look like someone kicked you in the groin?”

Brother Prodigal stared in surprise at Loyal Brother, who almost spit out his wolfberry tea and, waving his hand gently, said:

“No, no need to investigate, his identity is fine, I guarantee it.”

“Oh?”

Brother Prodigal blinked and said:

“So, someone from the brother department?

Military side?”

“Uh, something like that, just don’t look into it, act like he doesn’t exist in the game, ignore whatever he does, but if he asks for help, let me know right away.”

Loyal Brother rubbed his neck, which was a bit sore from accidentally swallowing too many wolfberries, and said:

“If there’s nothing else, prepare for the end of the day.

Next week, a few of our clerical staff can join the game, take them along and hand over the management rights of the ‘Hymn of Loyalty’ guild to them.

We can’t occupy a stronghold, but we need to prepare for future matters.”

“Sure, I’ll handle it.”

Brother Prodigal got up and left.

At the moment the door closed, Loyal Brother sighed deeply, took out his phone, scrolled down to the “Old Boss” in his contacts.

But he hesitated for a long time without making the call.

Before, they told Loyal Brother not to contact him, but how could this old man, as head of this secret department, not understand the basic principles of covert operations?

How could you engage us in such heavy-duty tasks as soon as you enter the game?

Could it be that some flashy old men are like fireflies in the dark, so bright and outstanding that no place can conceal your stirring heart?

Hello!

We are workers on the secret front, would you please keep it low-key?

If we keep going like this, we might as well play openly with the aliens; you’re making our work impossible, big guy!

“Ah.”

Loyal Brother put away his phone, sighed deeply, his old face full of helplessness and pain, he glanced at his “work schedule” on the office table, packing up his things to go home, while thinking:

“In three days, once the first batch of Incendiary Bombs is delivered to various fronts, these guys will begin their big bombings, the outer defenses of the Wolf People are likely to crumble within a day, followed by the intense and exciting siege warfare… tsk tsk, just don’t know who will take the lead?

Ah, us logistics folk are unfortunate, can’t go to the battlefield for some big blasting, but Ellen mentioned the Half-body Man has a specialized combat walker.

Maybe get one someday and stage a Gundam battlefield of Transylvania.

Hmm!

Freedom is vast, who says it necessarily has to be a stupid bipedal robot?”

With these thoughts, he left the office only to come running back a few minutes later, having forgotten his helmet on the desk, stuffing it into his arms before finally leaving satisfied.

Old married couple already, how could he get through the night without this thing?