My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1456 - 490. Time to go home, Little Oer_3

Chapter 1456: 490. Time to go home, Little Oer_3

Even the dwarves, who excel at mining, have to admit that the talented Gnoll miners are always the best-suited workers in the mines. Therefore, in the territories of the dwarves, the living conditions of the Gnolls are much better compared to other areas.

The dwarves always periodically select miners from the Gnoll tribes to send into their mines. It is said that the Brass Dwarves even developed a costly "Eternal Candle" for this purpose.

That is the most perfect gift a Gnoll could receive in their lifetime, only those old foremen who have served the dwarves for over twenty years without dying could possibly get this kind of reward.

Of course, the Transia People don’t have the expensive Eternal Candle to trade with the Gnolls, but that doesn’t stop small players from using their imaginations.

For instance, right now, an artist from the Demon Eight Elites Guild named Crazy Moe Brother is considering whether he could learn crafts from another world to produce bigger, more magnificent, and brighter candles in Transylvania as a "treasure" to tempt the Gnolls.

"I’m telling you, this idea totally has potential! Trust me!"

Crazy Moe Brother, leaning on a Bone Staff and dressed increasingly with a dark aura, was swinging his cool emo-style hair while speaking to Po Gang and Ximu beside him:

"Just give me a little time to prepare, and I can make excellent candles, with which we can select high-quality servants and cannon fodder from the vast number of Gnolls. We might even teach those Gnoll spellcasters the Cunning Magician’s Secret Techniques to build our own Spellcaster power."

"Holy crap! That actually sounds really cool."

Mountain Devil Po Gang patted Crazy Moe’s shoulder, loudly saying:

"So, how can us brothers help out?"

"Yeah, I could find some information online, but having the real thing would naturally be better."

Crazy Moe stroked his chin, saying:

"Where’s your ship at now?"

"Arriving in Cyprus tomorrow."

Ximu said:

"This is the last trip of the year, after this we have to go home and rest, and even quarantine."

"Alright, then let’s search around Cyprus for a wax museum, ask about the candle-making craft, and incidentally snag some real samples."

Crazy Moe was passionately talking when suddenly he pointed at the sky and exclaimed:

"Holy crap! A flying wheelchair?"

"Huh?"

The guys beside him abruptly turned around, only to see the strange vehicle slowly descending in the sky, landing on the ground of Wolf Castle ruins with a very stable and agile posture amidst a dim blue light.

Then, Sir Morphy and The Grand Duke of Triss stood up from it.

"What flying wheelchair, it’s clearly a Hovering Throne, okay?"

The leader of the Demon Eight Elites Guild, Zou Lan, reprimanded:

"How could such a classy thing be trivialized by your talk? That’s Sir Morphy, a noble main line NPC. How could he possibly come out in a flying wheelchair?"

"But that thing definitely looks like a wheelchair, though calling it a throne is not wrong either."

Crazy Moe commented.

They planned to approach and get cozy with Sir Morphy, but then they saw Sir Morphy and The Grand Duke of Triss walking towards the direction of the Swamp Giant Snake.

The group immediately stopped.

These days, people had been trying to approach this Legendary Creature, but always got blocked by Witch Hunters. Besides, the Swamp Giant Snake was ill-tempered. Although severely injured, just activating the Blindness Spell on its Gem Scales was enough to trouble the small players.

That high-level Blindness Spell could not be dodged, and once affected, it would take at least twenty minutes to recover, a true torment for those who had never experienced blindness.

"What is Sir Morphy doing? Is he planning to execute this creature?"

Independent travelers gathered, whispering among themselves. They had been discussing the fate of this monster for days. Although the Avalon Church had been treating it, the giant snake didn’t seem to be getting any better and was likely to die here.

"Mr. Morphy, please don’t get close, the giant snake is very unstable."

As Murphy approached, Mother Mary Ann suddenly emerged like a ghost, stopping him:

"Legendary creatures are exceptionally intelligent. It knows that vampires lured it here, so it harbors hostility towards all vampires."

"I know, please trust me, I am here to help it."

Murphy disregarded the warning from Mother Mary Ann.

Clutching his staff, he resolutely moved forward to the swamp, soiled with tainted blood, where the giant snake Ningkinanka, which had been resting with its eyes closed, suddenly opened its eyes and fixed its gaze on Murphy with eyes like black gemstones.

A fierce hostility brewed within it, and the gem-like scales on its body started to shimmer with light.

It hated vampires.

Not just because those cunning vampires had stolen its eggs, but also because its mate had died at the hands of vampires a thousand years ago.

Even though some warm memories still lingered in its memory, too much time had passed.

So much time that it couldn’t even discern whether those past memories had ever truly existed...

"Oru..."

Murphy called out the name.

The giant snake, which was about to cast a blinding curse on the vampire, was struck as if by lightning.

Amidst the exclamations of the Avalon priests performing the cleansing nearby, the severely injured giant snake suddenly struggled, tearing open the wound on its back that was beginning to heal, causing poisoned blood to splatter everywhere.

He said that name!

The name that only it knew!

Those warm memories were real...

"Oru, calm down, I am taking you home."

Murphy stepped forward under the emotionally charged gaze of the giant snake and placed his hand on the huge head that the snake was trying to lift, saying softly:

"I know when you were born, I know your interactions with Fatu, I know you would always wait at the boundary you were not supposed to cross for his return. It’s been a long time, but you still remember.

I apologize for what my warriors did to you.

I know how to compensate you, I will use the method how you were born to help your offspring break their shells anew in this era.

Your race will thrive and rejuvenate in the homeland prepared by the creator.

Oru, I am now the curator of this ecological sanctuary, taking care of you is my duty, I will heal you, I will awaken your peers.

It’s time for you to go home."

Could the giant snake understand Murphy’s words?

From its gradually calming demeanor, it was evident that it could.

As Mother Mary Ann had said, legendary creatures possess outstanding intelligence.

Thus, after a millennium of loneliness, the giant snake Oru once again finds its caretaker.

Another vampire, with a gentle voice and a healing smile.

Just unknown whether this Murphy will leave it as the "father" once did.