My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1535 - 516. To kill Murphy, you’ve really racked your brains, huh (big sigh) _3

Chapter 1535: 516. To kill Murphy, you’ve really racked your brains, huh (big sigh) _3

His swordsmanship is just too despicable.

"I saw Spellcasting Master Marin got wiped out by his own Flame Bomb, sigh, how embarrassing!"

"You have the nerve to talk about me? Didn’t you also get trapped on the spot by your own Binding Curse? And didn’t I throw out a Sorcery Trap before I died? I think this trap is quite useful, everyone at a distance should carry one! Sir Morphy just throws them out without hesitation once he gets close."

"That... everyone, please turn off your Calculating Pearls first, I have an idea."

While everyone was freely speaking their minds, Meng HaHa, who had followed them to sponge a meal, suddenly raised her hand.

She asked everyone to turn off their Calculating Pearls, and although they didn’t understand why, considering her genuine physicist status, under the leadership of a few player leaders, everyone in the private room took off their pearls.

After confirming this, Meng HaHa began to speak:

"What if we try a self-detonation tactic?"

"What?"

"It’s like, when I was flipping through the spell books before, I found a very obscure spell in the Cunning Magician sequence called ’Last Stand’, which converts a creature’s life force into Corrupt Energy and releases it to inflict corrosion damage on the enemy.

I’ve studied all the spells currently mastered by players, and I’ve found that only this spell can give us a bit of initiative when a Psychic is cornered by Sir Morphy and can’t escape."

Meng HaHa explained:

"Once he gets close, don’t even think about running. Before getting killed, transform all the remaining life into a blast of Spiritual Energy. In that situation, even Sir Morphy would have a hard time escaping. Though the damage may be a bit minor, a little makes a lot.

Plus, it adds the effect of corrosion damage over time, killing two birds with one stone.

The only problem is, you really die when you use it, and I guess the protection spells in the challenge won’t take effect, because this thing is basically suicide."

"Dead for three days..."

Good Pigeon calculated:

"The challenge lasts until the Holy Blood Festival closes, meaning we could try twice or thrice, but definitely not a full two times since Morphy’s AI will learn and adapt. We can’t let him catch on to our tactics; the real deal has to be used when it counts the most.

So, I’ll go learn this spell from Old Huo first, then I’ll give it a try tomorrow! These next few days, I have some trouble at home and can’t log in, but if the effect is good, during the final battle, everyone should learn this spell!

We’ll blast Sir Morphy to pieces with a self-detonation stream!"

"No, there’s an even more efficient way."

Old Yang flexed his fingers and said:

"My eldest son has almost finished making the ’Decisive Wine’, drinking this before self-detonating can enhance the blast... hmm, I feel like we’re not without hope after all.

As long as one or two of us can survive!

Well, this method sounds terrifying and is indeed twisted, but it actually might work!"

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"This is a gift from Sir Morphy to you."

On a carriage back to Crimson Castle from Bataxin City, Lady Adel, who had been escorting Hog the whole journey, took a box out of the Psychic package and handed it to Hog.

She reminded:

"Sir Morphy’s warriors found it in the secret chamber at the very bottom of the construction tower in Wolf Castle. We were going to destroy it, but considering you had already established some connections there, perhaps you can make good use of its power.

However, Hog, this thing is dangerous, and my advice to you is to destroy it by your own hand when you think you can no longer control it."

Hog did not know what was inside the box, but seeing Lady Adel’s earnestness, he immediately nodded and hugged it close.

"This carriage will take you straight back to Smugglers’ Forest."

Lady Adel continued:

"You can wait in Wolf Castle for Transylvania’s vanguard to move towards Wasteland Mountain, or you can participate in the Holy Blood festival at Crimson Castle. The Shadow Intelligence Bureau will act in a while, you can leave with me."

"I’ll stay."

Hog twirling his bald tail, said:

"In my current state, I’m even afraid to wander outside by myself, everyone seems to be out to get me. After all, the responsibilities Sir Morphy has entrusted me with are a bit beyond my capacity. I think I need a few days of quiet planning. Could you please have your subordinate send a few letters to my clan?

I’m worried that there might be trouble in the clan while I’m away."

"Nash left in charge is just as cunning as you, Hog, and it’s managing your clan very well."

Lady Adel consoled, but Hog pursed his lips and said:

"It’s just that... Nash also has ambitions. Alas, Wolf People don’t have the concept of loyalty. Even the King of Bone Biting can’t make all Wolf People willingly obey him, let alone me."

At this point, Hog suddenly looked around.

He took off and turned off his Calculating Pearl before he whispered to Lady Adel:

"There’s something I don’t know if I should tell you, Ms. Adel, but considering that I’m listed in the Shadow Intelligence Bureau, you are essentially my superior, and my clan depends on your territory for survival. Your strength means more protection for me.

Therefore, I think I should warn you."

"Hmm?"

Lady Adel looked at Hog in surprise, and the latter gestured for her to turn off her Calculating Pearl first.

The vampire Intelligence Officer hesitated for a moment, turned off the pearl, and then heard Hog say: