My Players Are So Fierce

1647: 552.

That’s a nice gun, are you selling it?

1647: 552.

That’s a nice gun, are you selling it?

As they spoke, Murphy glanced at the Bloody Captain who was taking advantage of the weak Claire.

The latter noticed Murphy’s implied gaze, reluctantly stepped forward, and made an exaggerated pirate salute to the Blood Covenant Shield Knight Captain who was watching him, saying:

“Of course, of course, we of the Blood Fear Clan are not ungrateful wolves.

I, as captain, am also thankful for your selfless assistance.

Brothers of the Blood Covenant, please inform Commander Hether that in the upcoming Black Disaster war, we will be under Governor Murphy’s command.

She need not worry about us running about and disrupting her position.

In the future, if you encounter trouble on the Misty Sea, my fleet will do their utmost to assist.”

“Hmm, I will relay the message.”

The Shield Knight leader had no intention of staying.

He put on the battle helmet filled with Ratman bite marks and turned to Murphy saying:

“Lord Hether is waiting for your visit on the frontline, Sir Morphy.

We will leave a map and look forward to your and your warriors’ visit.”

“I still have a few matters to handle, such as the establishment of defenses in Shadow Valley and so on.”

Murphy took the map and said to the Shield Knight:

“So please inform Lord Hether that I will personally visit the Blood Covenant Knights Group’s position in seven days at the latest.

I also hope to discuss some issues regarding the Burning Gold armament with her.

Please have Lord Hether ready.”

The Shield Knight nodded, mounted their horse, and rode off, but turned back after a few hundred meters.

This half-elf Blood Covenant knight sheepishly said in a low voice:

“I want to purchase some of those ‘iron tubes’ and their matching ammunition from your warriors to take back for Lord Hether to see.

We realize that the weapons you use are very exquisite, ensuring firepower while also having great mobility.

If the Knights Group wants to hold Blackflame Mountain Pass, such new weapons must be applied.

I know this request is a bit much, but…”

“It’s alright, in the face of something like the Black Disaster, there are no secret knowledge that can’t be shared.”

Murphy chuckled heartily, pointing to a few warriors resting nearby, saying:

“Go to them to purchase, but my warriors are descendants of the Mountain People.

They are rough and a bit greedy, so the price…”

“I understand, I will offer three times the price for samples, but large-scale procurement will be up to Lord Hether to decide.”

The Shield Knight politely offered a generous price, which pleased Murphy greatly.

He discreetly sent a hint to Cheche, who was making a fire, asking Cheche to extort the price by inflating the factory price of their few tubes by twofold.

After dealing with this small matter, Murphy glanced back.

They were now outside the valley.

The collapsed tunnels bombarded by aerial bombs had become a massive fissure, from which an unpleasant barbecue smell emanated.

Luckily, the Ratman hunting mission had just been issued, otherwise, Little Wei Ming, who dropped the bombs, would have killed the most Ratmen.

The aerial bomb, supplemented with Burning Gold Powder, exploded in the center of the semi-enclosed tunnel, instantly killing most of the Ratmen inside.

Destructive power MAX!

The Ratman hunting mission was issued to players, so the Blood Vulture Clan NPCs were resting at the original location as Phemys, at Adel’s suggestion, planned to use a large-scale Fossil into Mud to close the tunnel and bury the Ratman bodies underground to prevent large-scale plague outbreaks.

These guys carried deadly bacteria, and if left unchecked, a disaster was inevitable.

“They say the Transia People are brave and fierce, and today I’ve seen it with my own eyes.”

As the dust settled, Bloody Captain Babro, while cradling his First Mate wife who had fallen asleep and was still talking in her sleep, pulled out a delicate little flask from somewhere, twisted it open, and took a swig.

Looking at the chaos left in the valley behind him, this notorious Pirate Captain of the Misty Sea whispered:

“Alright, I concede.

I have made a living on ships since childhood and have never seen such madness in combat.

They are even willing to charge into tunnels to hunt those disgusting Ratmen for your orders and such a meager bounty.

You are their king!

Their alpha beast, no wonder you have the confidence to face the Wolf People head-on.

If you had tens of thousands of such warriors, then you truly would have a chance of winning.”

“Tens of thousands?

You’re really dreaming.”

Murphy retorted:

“These are the elite forces of all Transylvania.

If I can gather three thousand before the Black Disaster, it would be impressive enough.

But isn’t that why we have you guys?

You old seadogs who have come ashore have quite the combat capabilities, even after being besieged by Ratmen for so many days, your losses aren’t great.”

“Haha, do you really think we held out?”

The Bloody Captain shook his head.

He stroked his beard and said in a low voice:

“I’ve had my suspicions before, but I dared not voice them for fear of breaking morale.

Now that we’ve escaped, I don’t have to hide anything.

You shouldn’t think we defeated those strange Ratmen.

You know, the feeling I got from them over the past few days didn’t seem like they were laying siege.

Their waves of attacks, their waves of sacrifices seemed more like…

Training troops!

I can feel it!

When those Ratmen first appeared, they were clumsy and only knew how to bite with their teeth.

But after a few days, they learned to use bones to craft war hammers and even strapped odd pieces of wood to themselves as armor.