My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2691 -898: Hey, Old Su Head, Remember When I Said You’d Hit a Gold Coin Jackpot?

Every second passed, and the purification ritual prepared by Klim Fortress was about to begin, but the players’ patience had long been exhausted by the waiting.

Although they were also invited as distinguished guests, who in their right mind would attend a banquet held in the middle of wartime?

Aside from Lord Qin and Meow Bunny and a few others who were barely able to cope, the rest of the players felt overwhelmed by such high-society occasions. Considering that everyone was just an ordinary person, it was better to engage in something more down-to-earth.

Like treasure hunting…

When this group of players entered Transylvania, Klim Fortress had already been occupied by the Nords. As a genuine military fortress, it couldn’t possibly hold any “open house events” in the past, so the vast majority of players had never explored this majestic fortress.

This place is like a sealed treasure trove; without even thinking, one knows that there must be plenty of fabulous things inside.

Hence, before the purification ritual started, the players asked Lord Qin for permission to roam freely within the fortress. Although Lord Qin initially intended to refuse, considering that while they are allies now, rummaging through others’ belongings isn’t appropriate. Moreover, given the players’ reputation for leaving no stone unturned, it’s difficult to say whether they might stir up trouble within the fortress.

However, Old Qin’s trusted comrade, the external member of the Loyalty Song Guild, Necromancer Old Baldwin, suggested to him:

“Allowing brave warriors to partake in such frivolous social gatherings is torture; let them go. There are guards at all important locations in this fortress; they won’t be able to enter. A reconnaissance isn’t a bad idea; after all, once the ritual ends, there will be a battle, and how could warriors not be familiar with the grounds they need to defend?”

“Hmm, that makes sense.”

Lord Qin considered it and agreed, thus granting permission to his players, and instantly it was like releasing wild dogs; the dozens of people in the banquet hall disappeared without a trace. As for the others… you don’t truly expect that the players, given their way of acting, would obediently wait for Old Qin’s orders to act, do you?

“Everyone, come below the castle! From the west of the large kitchen, take the back door to find an old entrance leading to the castle’s underground structure; it seems that no one has been here for decades, surely there are treasures hidden here.”

Already wandering around and having found interesting places, Border City Prodigal called on his brothers to come treasure hunting, while the guards stationed on the first floor turned a blind eye to the players’ actions, and instead of stopping them, they smiled encouragingly, directing them.

After the Winter Wolf Army occupied the fortress, they searched up and down for any hidden items, leaving no chance for the players to find treasures. General Baldwin isn’t part of the Dog Planner team and definitely wouldn’t go to the trouble of hiding things throughout the castle.

This player treasure hunt is likely to end with nothing gained.

However, as a group of players from the Loyal Hymn Group scrambled around in the underground structure used for storing troops and as a warehouse, they did manage to trigger a “hidden plot.”

“Shh, there’s someone ahead!”

The chubby Border City Prodigal, who has a reconnaissance scout as a secondary profession, is especially sensitive to perception. As the brothers walked past a corner, he suddenly stopped the tall Mustard micro-fool beside him, and Mr. Ziwei, who was holding a fortune-telling crystal ball, also immediately stopped.

The three old fellows poked their heads around the corner to look outside, and they saw two women hiding in this secretive underground area talking.

The two women were about the same height, both wearing the swordsman’s outer armor of the Winter Wolf Army. However, one wore a full helmet, while the other did not, exposing her neat flame-red short hair and a cold yet determined face.

She carried a uniquely designed double-handed sword on her back, with one side serrated and the other sharp, featuring runes that emitted a chill; it was clearly a premium item.

“Hmm, isn’t that helmeted lady a servant of Old Baldwin?”

Mr. Ziwei whispered:

“Seems her name is Irina?”

“Irina Mysinbayeva, the former Winter Wolf Army reconnaissance scout, silver-tier Winter Wolf female Sword Saint, died during the Winter Wolf Army’s mission to find the Wolf Blood Holy Sword in the Dark Mountain Range, was resurrected at dusk, and then rescued by Sir Murphy. Currently serving as Old Baldwin’s Guard Commander.

This is an NPC critical to opening the reputation of Nordfoth; how could you forget such important information?”

Mustard micro-fool succinctly explained the NPC’s background and then glared at Mr. Ziwei, who pursed his lips, thinking to himself, “I’m a spy from another world; I’m just a player here; can you stop holding me to such a high standard?”

Besides, nowadays in Transylvania, there are at least fifty to a hundred NPCs that could be called “key plot figures.” Without relevant tasks, how could one remember all their details?

“Shh, listen to what they’re saying?”

Border City Prodigal gestured for silence, then applied a Spiritual Energy spell of eavesdropping on the three men, allowing them to hear the conversation between the two women before them.

“Sister, once I learned of your information from General Baldwin’s letters, I immediately applied to join this war, but you’ve been avoiding me, hiding among the Transia people, pretending you’re dead.”