My Players Are So Fierce

“I can’t wait for them to do that, master.”

The Weaver of Destiny flashed a malicious smile and said:

“The Mejewa Clan has encountered great calamities, and the other Shadow Elf families should feel threatened and pressured too.

Believe me, master, my kin are a bunch of bastards who won’t shed tears until they see their coffins.

Until they’re truly threatened, don’t count on them accomplishing anything.

Divination takes a bit of time, my master.

Up next, let your warriors continue to hunt on this polluted battlefield ruin.

The seeds of power sown by the Lord of Darkness are definitely not limited to what we see in front of us.

That guy is cunning; it had a backup plan ready before being banished to the Star Realm.

And given its hatred for you, I feel you should be prepared in advance.

Soon, perhaps, a heretical sect similar to the Baphomet Nightmare Church will be established, and one of their goals will undoubtedly be to claim your head for their god.”

Facing this warning, Murphy rolled his eyes.

Well, the situation isn’t too bad.

If those guys really do create a heretical sect, then my players will have a new “team dungeon” to joyously grind in the future.

Bonnie and the other vampires poured alchemical fire oil over the corpses entwined with black smoke, setting them on fire to purify the dark minions.

In the unpleasant blaze and the dissipating eerie screams of the black smoke, Murphy was about to leave but stopped dead in his tracks.

This movement caught the keen observation of Veylanther.

The Spider Girl approached her master and whispered:

“What’s wrong?

Your face looks somber.

Did you sense something bad?”

“Well…

not exactly something bad.”

Murphy rubbed his chin sheepishly, looking at the unfolding “Congratulations!

+1 Graduate of the Nursery Class!” hidden achievement on the character card, and said:

“The first Silver Ranker among the foreigners was born just now.

The remarkable great traveler completed her Silver Trials, a new era has opened by her own hands, and I should feel proud of their growth.”

“Yes, as the leader, you’re still Black Iron, yet your subordinates have been breaking through to Silver one after another.

I heard that Adel is also preparing for her Silver Trials.”

Veylanther’s tone was peculiar but comforting as she patted Murphy’s shoulder.

The Spider Girl softly said:

“Look at the bright side, my master.

In the future, you might not have to fight yourself.

Many stronger than you will be willing to risk everything for your orders.

I think you can…

uh, what’s that word?

Oh, right!

You can happily lie flat!

After all, you’ll never catch up with the magical foreigners as they level up.

Why not just lie down at the starting point to save yourself the trouble of running.”

“Do you know how to comfort people?

You’re a priest of Lady Spider!

Damn you, is this how you normally guide believers?”

“Uh, for us Shadow Elves, spiritual guidance is generally given in bed…

Do you need me to provide some spiritual guidance to ease your gloomy mood?

I’m willing to do so even if Lady Triss crushes me to dust for it~”

“Veylanther…”

“Hmm?”

“Bonnie has already drawn her sword, so you’d better shut up.”

“Oh, okay.”

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In the ruins of Position Eight, Brother Cat and Sister Pomegranate cautiously approached from left and right, almost stepping on the cracking ice as they came.

They didn’t know exactly what happened here, but the dozen or so Lord of Darkness polluters frozen into ice sculptures and the strange, scattered remnants like ice sand around indicated how intense the combat here had been.

The clearest manifestation was that the temperature here was much lower than elsewhere, as if a Winter Spirit from Nord mythology had raged here.

The two exchanged a glance and moved forward more cautiously.

After rounding a broken rock, the two saw Yuan Mou lying in the damaged tunnel ahead.

The hunter was frozen like a grandson but was still holding the unconscious Orchid tightly in his arms.

Orchid’s body was entirely encased in a seemingly thin but actually solid layer of ice, still maintaining the pose of exhausted slumber after battle.

Her weapon and shield were placed at Yuan Mou’s feet, and every infected here had been cleared by this duo.

“So this is considered a successful advancement, right?”

Sister Pomegranate looked at the ice-bound Orchid, sheathed her weapon, and said to Brother Cat beside her, who was leaning on the Sun Sword:

“So, the power outbreak during the Silver Trials affects the player’s form.

Look, Orchid’s legs have grown longer, and her icy sculpted long hair too.”

“It could also just be the peculiar bloodline from the Nord’s Great Wilderness,”

Still maintaining the initial lineage, Brother Cat guessed and said:

“After all, the way to tap the Ancestor’s Power varies for each race.

For example, vampires like you definitely wouldn’t have a power outburst that changes the environment.

But frankly, the particle effects of this Silver rank ascension are indeed cool, much more dazzling than the dry potential release during Black Iron Trials.”

“It’s a pity.

Orchid could have gained more Ancestor’s Power, but your damn agreement held her back.”

“She wasn’t originally one for strength, not every girl is as brave and combative as you are…

Cough, cough, I won’t say more, all right.

Let’s quickly carry her back, don’t you see Brother Yuan is about to shiver to the point of rolling his eyes?”