My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1190 - 402. Preparing a batch of monsters as "reserve food" in advance is indeed a good habit - [Additional 9/10]_3

Chapter 1190: 402. Preparing a batch of monsters as "reserve food" in advance is indeed a good habit - [Additional 9/10]_3

But the warriors could not yet enter Pestilence Town, so obtaining those Seat Wolf pups needed their own direct involvement. Lame Claw needed experiment subjects for the bloodthirsty Barbarian Soldiers, and the Jackal Warlocks did not trust these Bone Biting barbarians!

A vicious plan rapidly took shape in Hog’s mind.

It knew this was risky, perhaps even risking his own life in Pestilence Town, yet Murphy was not the type to renegotiate; he could not let his image deteriorate in Sir Murphy’s eyes.

It was clear to him.

If Sir Murphy could "create" one "Hog", then he could create a second, Hog was not unique, he was replaceable.

"I will get it done! Governor Murphy, I will compensate your warriors."

Blood Claw Chief, with a beast-like tenacity, gritted his teeth as he spoke:

"Please await my good news."

"Hmm."

Murphy coldly responded, then hung up the communication.

He walked to the map hanging on the wall, carefully examining the situation in various parts of Transylvania; after a moment’s thought, Murphy made a decision.

Now that the conflict had occurred, there was no point in hiding it any longer.

It was time for his warriors to truly enter the Polluted Swamp and start scouting and attacking the Pestilence Clan; this undead town was a nail that had to be pulled out sooner or later.

The construction of Maginot Line was about to start; failing to defeat the Wolf People in the swamp would certainly see disturbances to the construction of that defensive line.

So, let the warriors who had rested for nearly twenty-five days enter the battlefield again, leaving the task of gathering stragglers to those rookies who had not yet passed the Black Iron Trial.

And considering the fact that Smugglers’ Forest, the "newbie leveling area", had ceased to exist, Murphy also decided to make some adjustments.

He picked up the Core Bead, sending a message to the Blood Rat Gang:

"Doris, have your subordinates gather in the sewers. Scout the undead catacombs in the sewers that have been sealed for a month; I plan to open it in two days. These harsh undead hidden beneath the city are a problem, and before pushing forward with the next step, these unstable elements must be eradicated!"

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Blood Rat Gang’s boss, Miss Doris, was stunned upon receiving the message from Governor Murphy and immediately responded:

"I can understand handling the danger, but Governor! There are nearly ten thousand hazardous ghouls in the underground catacombs, and a raid by the Wolf Poison Clan also left 500 barbarian soldiers, who likely have become ghouls as well.

Such a large-scale means we cannot attack them openly; the terrain is just too harsh for a large force to operate."

"Release them to the second layer."

Murphy methodically whispered:

"It’s time to remake the ’Night of the Ghouls’ event, and just ten thousand ghouls is nothing for my warriors. That temporary ’leveling area’ might not even last a week.

I never thought I’d see the day when vast Transylvania would trouble me due to a shortage of monsters."

"Sir! Aren’t you forgetting one place?"

Doris said in a peculiar tone:

"There’s plenty of monsters in Transylvania, just the Ruins of West Coker City alone are home to two to three hundred thousand undead slumbering.

Madam Adel previously led us on an adventurous reconnaissance there and, although the strength of the undead within the city was extremely high, the large number of skeletons, ghouls, resentful spirits, and zombies on the outskirts were in fact not beyond the warriors’ ability to combat.

My suggestion is, if you’re worried about your warriors having no place to hone their skills, you’re definitely overthinking.

As long as they’re willing to fight, the land of Transylvania will never lack enemies for them to practice on."

"Hmm, West Coker City is indeed a decent leveling area."

Murphy said while stroking his chin:

"It’s like a delicious pastry waiting to be savored; it should last a few months under the relentless assaults of greedy adventurers. By then, the Black Disaster will break out, and the entire continent will be filled with hostile creatures for a long period; I won’t have to worry about where my warriors should venture.

It seems their killing efficiency being too high can be problematic after all.

Anyway, you need to quickly prepare for the revival of the ’Night of the Ghouls’ event.

If possible, direct the crisis dressing up as a local issue to shift this crisis onto the Pestilence Clan of the Polluted Swamp, making the newly arrived warriors in Transylvania aware of the threat posed by the Jackal Warlocks right beside us.

I need them to understand the gravity of this situation as a preparation for the big push into the Polluted Swamp.

Can I trust you to handle this, Doris?"

"A piece of cake! Just watch me do it."

Doris laughed heartily, saying:

"I haven’t moved my body for a long time either; once I’m done here, I’m off to gamble with my life in the Polluted Swamp. I hope your warriors are as invincible as you expect them to be, otherwise, my little life might just end up in the swamp."

"They are invincible, Doris, they have created one miracle after another."

Murphy said assuredly:

"Nothing can stop their strides, just as nothing can stop us who follow them. Go ahead boldly. Their existence is our greatest trump card!"