My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1567 - 526. The development team really knows us well - [Monthly Ticket Additional Release 8/10]_3

Chapter 1567: 526. The development team really knows us well - [Monthly Ticket Additional Release 8/10]_3

As long as you get their phylactery, you can command them to do anything.

Those guys aren’t protected by Transylvania’s laws, so you can use any dirty trick you want."

"Damn! Pure evil—I like it."

The Water Demon Basha licked his lips, revealing an utterly twisted grin. He patted A Feng on the shoulder and said:

"Thanks, bro! This intel came just in time. I’m gathering some troops right now to make a few sweeps through the swamp. Brother Dog Egg, wanna join me?"

"Nah, I still prefer farming reputation points."

Dog Egg pursed his lips, climbed back onto his palanquin carried by four Skeleton Soldiers, and waved dismissively:

"Forcing contracts comes with way too much risk and hidden dangers. Plus, using a phylactery to threaten others—how’s that any different from those damned Jackal Warlocks? I want to become a Ghost King, but I don’t want to be a villain. So, I’ll stick to good old reputation farming."

"You’re not dark enough!"

Basha retorted:

"You’re basically a Lawful Undead Mage pretending to be a dark villain. Whatever, I’ll head there myself. By the way, tomorrow, wanna swing by the swamp to look for warhorses? I heard someone discovered an unclaimed Skeleton War Horse over there.

It’s an elite rare.

Other classes have to defeat it first before capturing it, but we can just use Necromantic Control to claim it. Even if we don’t use it, we can sell it. What a sweet deal."

"Alright, I’ll meet you there tomorrow night."

Dog Egg was tempted. After setting the time with Basha, he parted ways and went with Pantsless Demon Afeng to the Dead Man’s Hut.

The two bantered happily along the way.

Dog Egg even invited Pantsless Demon onto his palanquin. While the contraption looked absurd, there was no denying it was both stable and fast. Plus, walking around carried by Skeleton Soldiers had some undeniable flair, attracting plenty of curious glances from newbies who had just joined the game recently.

But as they neared the Dead Man’s Hut, Dog Egg, who had keen eyesight, quickly spotted someone familiar. Standing up from his palanquin, he shouted toward the front:

"Hey, Deep-fried Sweet Potato! What’re you guys doing here? Weren’t you supposed to be fighting guerrilla wars with Lord Qin in the swamp? Why are you back so soon?"

"Ugh, don’t even get me started. Lord Qin picked up a hidden quest."

Bored out of his mind, Deep-fried Sweet Potato yawned as he wandered in circles near the Dead Man’s Hut, grumbling:

"Originally, Lord Qin was set to lead us through the swamp. We even planned to reach Wasteland Mountain before the NPCs mobilized and scope things out.

But before we could even depart, Governor Milian slapped a hidden quest onto Lord Qin’s panel, saying an ’old friend’ wanted to meet him.

Old Qin’s been inside for twenty minutes now, and there’s still no sign of any follow-up triggers. Who knows what weird stuff he’s discussing in there with that Necromancer."

"Ding!"

Just as Deep-fried Sweet Potato finished complaining, a second stage of the hidden quest, "Reunion with an Old Friend," popped up on his panel. Glancing down, the art student suddenly shrieked:

"What the hell! Escort someone named ’Rotem Xiu Baldwin’ to Klim Fortress? Are you kidding me? Who the hell is this NPC? Never heard of him before. But why does the surname ’Baldwin’ sound so familiar?"

"The Winter Wolf General up north has that surname! Damn, man, this quest you triggered sounds high-tier. Can you share it? I’ll even pay you in G."

Dog Egg, ever the sharp one, instantly sniffed out the scent of a "side storyline." He blinked and asked casually, but Deep-fried Sweet Potato was entirely nonchalant.

The two of them went to the same school. Even though the lockdown caused by the recent pandemic had forced everyone to return home, their shared alma mater bond made sharing a quest no big deal.

"Pay what? We’re all bros here. Talk about money, and you’ll ruin the vibe."

Snarking a bit, Deep-fried Sweet Potato shared the quest without hesitation.

He not only shared it with Dog Egg but also with Pantsless Demon Afeng, who was watching the fun nearby. Dog Egg, naturally, was elated to stumble upon a side storyline, but Afeng was a bit hesitant.

Now that he was technically free to act, he’d still risk trouble with his mom if he ventured too far from home without telling her.

Before Pantsless Demon could finish agonizing over his decision, the tightly shut door of the Dead Man’s Hut suddenly creaked open.

Old Qin strode out, wearing the sergeant uniform of the Cadman People’s Army, his back adorned with a classic Mosin Nagant. He’d even strapped on a leather tactical belt and a chest full of ammo.

Trailing behind him was a mysterious figure cloaked in a long hood, concealing their body.

The figure exchanged a few words with Lord Qin before approaching Deep-fried Sweet Potato.

To the young man’s astonishment, the body-hopping Necromancer Baldwin looked him up and down before reaching out to pat his shoulder.

In a withered yet approving voice, he said:

"Kid, you fought well last time. Your battle skills are lousy, but for your age, to have the guts to challenge the elite Skeleton Army under my command shows you have the mettle to be a fine soldier. Do your best under General Qin."

"Hey! Old Luo."

Old Qin interrupted the Necromancer with evident displeasure:

"I’m just a sergeant right now, alright? Stop spouting nonsense, damn it. Whether I can become a general in Transylvania one day is still up in the air. Let’s just move already. Flying Wind Eagles to Klim Fortress takes four hours, and I have no desire to camp out overnight."

"Hmm, my bad."

With a stiff, unnatural smile, the Necromancer trudged toward the Blood Vulture Corridor along with Old Qin. Those who accepted the quest followed close behind.

Deep-fried Sweet Potato was still utterly baffled. Furrowing his brow, he muttered:

"Does that Necromancer even know me? Praising me for fighting well—what a joke. With my skills, I wouldn’t last a second going head-to-head with a Necromancer... Wait! Damn it! I know who it is now.

Damn!

Old Qin, how the hell did you end up buddy-buddy with it?"

Deep-fried Sweet Potato yelled:

"Don’t you remember how badly it wrecked us before? I’ve got PTSD, damn it! You creepy Necromancer, you owe me and my dormmates compensation for our mental anguish!"

"Hmm, although I currently have nothing of value, my incompetent great-grandson does hold some sway at Klim Fortress. Once we arrive, I’ll instruct him to compensate you."

"Hey, now that’s more like it! You know, for a Necromancer, you’re kinda alright. Fine, I’ll stop holding a grudge about the time you killed me."