My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1590 - 534. When the object of hatred has vanished..._2

Chapter 1590: 534. When the object of hatred has vanished..._2

Little Wei Ming flapped her wings and floated in mid-air. She patted the Iron Hammer Guard strapped to her back and said to the Half-Elf Captain in front of her:

"I noticed the finely-crafted Horned Eagle Bow in your hands. That thing looks really cool! Can I buy some of those bows and arrows here to take back for my friends? Or maybe exchange hunting tips with your hunters?

We’re only staying for one night anyway.

Be kind, will you? If money’s needed, I can pay."

"Tch, what’s the point of asking for money here?"

The captain smirked and cast another glance at the weapons on Little Wei Ming. Clearly, this guy was a pragmatic, knowledgeable individual. He rolled his eyes and said:

"I’m the second best hunter in Shadow Valley, right after Elder Penny. I’ve always wanted to admire the hunting skills of vampires, but we’re all warriors here—a contest has to have stakes, doesn’t it?

Alright then.

Let’s test our shooting skills. If I lose, this Purple Gown Wood War Bow passed down from my mother will be yours. But if you lose..."

"Ha, the cunning Half-Elf has his eyes on my Iron Hammer Guard!"

Little Wei Ming planted her hands on her hips and laughed heartily in mid-air:

"So you do know how powerful this gun is. Fine, fine, let’s compete! I’m not afraid of anyone challenging my shooting skills. But I’m curious—don’t all elves use bows?"

"Take a look at this wretched place, traveler."

The Half-Elf Captain snorted and said:

"We lack everything here. To survive in this godforsaken land, the meaningless traditions of the elves are the first thing to be abandoned.

I’ve seen barbarians with firearms. We also have siblings using guns. Those weapons, which are more destructive in close range, are excellent. The only problem is that Sulk Flywheel, the Half-body Man warlord from Hunger Mountain, monopolizes bullet production.

That bastard used to send us supplies every two weeks, but they were outrageously expensive. And ever since the vampires of the Blood Covenant Clan set up defenses at Blackflame Mountain Pass, the Cannibal Demon caravans from Hunger Mountain stopped coming through.

We have guns but are severely short on bullets..."

"You should’ve told us earlier!"

Little Wei Ming exchanged a glance with Lumina. The two sly ghosts immediately opened their psychic packages, dumping out several crates of bullets produced by Loyal Brother’s group. They also casually took out two classic Mosin Nagants.

Lumina had been itching to earn reputation points in Shadow Valley. Seizing the opportunity, she enthusiastically introduced:

"We Transia People are poor just like you, but we already have our own arsenal. The bullets we use are different from the Half-body Man’s, but they’re much cheaper.

The cost of one Burning Gold Bullet can buy twenty pointed bullets from us!

Come on, try them out, my Elven comrades..."

"Comrades? No! How could we, wretched Half-Elves, possibly be comrades of the proud Moon Elves?"

The Ranger Captain of Shadow Valley didn’t reject the weapons Lumina handed him. He held the classic gun from another realm, mimicking a aiming stance as he tested the "new weapon" while venting a bitter grievance:

"In your eyes, we’re nothing but lowly and evil scum! Yet you, this Moon Elf, are quite unusual—not as cold and inexplicably arrogant as the others of your kind."

"Ha? You’ve met Moon Elves?"

Lumina asked:

"Have any Moon Elves visited you?"

"You’re trying to pry information out of me! Ha, what a clumsy attempt."

The Ranger Captain shot Lumina a glance, then under Little Wei Ming’s guidance, loaded a pointed bullet into the gun chamber. He aimed at a nearby tree branch and pulled the trigger. With a bang, the bullet hit the target dead-on.

"Good! A weapon with this kind of precision will help new recruits get through their weakest phase before mastering war bow techniques. And with minimal training, even civilians can use it for self-defense. Though it’s slightly weaker than Half-body Man’s guns, that’s not a big issue.

Just aim for the head."

The Ranger Captain seemed satisfied with the gun in hand.

He turned to Little Wei Ming and Lumina, gesturing a "five" with his hand, and said:

"I want five hundred of these! If you can deliver them before the Black Disaster erupts, you’ll become friends of Shadow Valley. I’ll tell you everything you want to know as well. Oh, by the way, I haven’t introduced myself yet.

What a lapse in courtesy."

The cold Ranger Captain flashed a fleeting smile and introduced himself:

"I’m Meckel. Meckel Darkblade. The frontline commander of Shadow Valley and Lisa’s husband."

"Hey, Mrs. Bonis will be thrilled to see you."

Sister Pomegranate blinked and said in a hushed voice:

"Your mother-in-law is in our camp. Lady Adel thinks Lisa should prepare before meeting her. If you care about your wife, why not come with us to meet her tonight?

We’ve got other weapons in our camp, which you’ll surely need."

"Hmm?"

Meckel instantly frowned and said:

"Mrs. Bonis is alive? That doesn’t seem right. If they’re alive, why haven’t they returned? My wife misses her parents greatly. Could it be... that they’ve had the same misfortune as Lady Adel?"

"It’s complicated and can’t be explained in a sentence or two."

Little Wei Ming rolled her eyes and waved her hand, replying:

"Follow us to take a look—you’ll understand everything. Don’t worry about us pulling tricks. You can bring as many people as you want. Our camp welcomes elf friends, and we can finish our shooting contest there too.