My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1196 - 404. Dog Planner is addicted to rehashing old stuff, "Disaster of the Wolf People" is probably going to be remade too_3

Chapter 1196: 404. Dog Planner is addicted to rehashing old stuff, "Disaster of the Wolf People" is probably going to be remade too_3

A few minutes later, five ghoul wolf people had been slain without exception, and Little Brother Fu pulled a sheep leg from his Psychic package to give the Scorpion Lion an extra meal, while he himself crouched down to begin looting.

From his practiced movements, it was clear that Little Brother Fu, who had been running around lately, had done this quite a few times.

"Hey? What the hell is this?"

It didn’t take long for him to find something strange on the body of the ghoul wolf people—an old and worn beast-skin letter hidden in their pockets, already stained with the vile stench of the undead.

But Little Brother Fu didn’t mind.

He was already a qualified veteran; mere corpse smell was nothing as long as he held his breath!

With disgust, he pinched the rolled-up letter open and found it was written in the language of the wolf people. However, thanks to the vague translation of the Calculating Pearl, he could read its contents, which made him furrow his eyebrows.

"The Pestilence Clan? Never heard of that name before, why would a letter from a Tear Flesh Magician to Kenbort be on these ghoul wolf people? And the letter mentioned those Jackal Warlocks looking for some secret treasure in the Polluted Swamp?

Damn, could this be a clue to a major treasure cache?"

Little Brother Fu immediately perked up.

He looked around, hid this find in his Psychic package, then continued to hunt with the Scorpion Lion, arranging in a private chat to meet Happy Stick tomorrow outside the Crimson Castle camp to discuss this matter.

All this was noticed by Doris, who was hiding in the shadows.

After watching Little Brother Fu and the Scorpion Lion disappear into the noisy sewer battlefield, Doris also quickly left the area to rejoin Sir Morphy, who was currently resting at the defense line.

She emerged from the shadows and bent over to whisper in Morphy’s ear:

"The letter we forged has been delivered to your warrior. If they follow the instructions in the letter and head to the Polluted Swamp in search of the legendary lost treasure, they are bound to encounter the Pestilence Town and Pestilence Clan’s magicians alongside the Undead Army.

As you wished, they will take a very active role in the affairs of the Polluted Swamp.

But honestly, I have my doubts, Sir Morphy; can your warriors really handle a fully-manned Jackal Warlock clan?

According to our information, the number of undead near Pestilence Town is an astronomical figure."

"Could there be more than the undead beneath Westerburg?"

Morphy shook his head, stroking the increasingly sleek and lustrous fur of George, the giant wolf lying at his feet, and said:

"If they can’t handle the trouble in Pestilence Town, then they can’t be involved in Westerburg’s affairs. Alas, the supreme lord said he would send reinforcements, but it’s been almost half a month with no movement. Let them be!

After the hundred-day construction project ends, in the last month before the outbreak of the Black Disaster, we must eliminate the hidden danger of Westerburg."

The Vampire Lord stated decisively:

"Whether we can fight the Jackal Warlocks on the frontline while also being constrained by the undead in our rear - if the supreme lord’s support doesn’t arrive soon, then I’ll have to enlist the help of the Mountain People. Westerburg was once their first and only city on the plains, and I believe the brave and fearless Mountain People won’t refuse my invite.

By the way, hasn’t your Blood Rat Gang been seeking to establish contact with the Thieves’ Guild?

Andre even wrote you a recommendation letter in the name of the Thorn Clan, why hasn’t there been any movement on this?"

Faced with Morphy’s inquiry, Doris looked equally exasperated.

The Vampire Society’s queenpin sighed with her hands on her hips:

"I’ve already sent people to the East Prussia Region outpost of the Thieves’ Guild, it’s been several days now, and I don’t know what the problem is there. I guess the Thieves’ Guild has also realized the threat that Transylvania poses; it’s unlikely they’ll want to take us in as one of their factions at this point."

"If their leader truly has foresight, I guess you’ll soon get a response," Morphy said, shaking his head.

"If those thieves who take pride in selling information don’t even understand the principle of ’sending charcoal in snowy weather,’ then you don’t need to bend over backward to join such a hopeless organization.

Why not build a new Thieves’ Guild from scratch with the Thorn Clan instead?"

"That’s easier said than done..."

Doris sighed and said,

"But after all, they are an ancient organization that has existed for over five hundred years, it’s not so simple to join them. I expect there might be some troublesome trials and tests later on. But they have their pride, not to mention the various channels of information and support the Thieves’ Guild itself controls, just the existence of their assassin guild is longer than the history of the Posya Confederation.

Maybe when it comes to the secrets beneath this land, they know more than us locals do.

Joining the Thieves’ Guild is quite a good choice for both your career and the future development of the Blood Rat Gang."

"The longer they’ve existed, the more likely they are to be corrupted."

Morphy mused, thinking of the seemingly ubiquitous Twilight, and said in a low voice:

"In any case, be cautious when dealing with them and make a decisive move if trouble arises. I’d rather forego their help than have them add a distasteful fire to the situation in Transylvania."