My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 174 - 62. Wumeioge rode alone into the enemy camp, reflecting the warrior’s spirit [2/60]_1

Chapter 174: 62. Wumeioge rode alone into the enemy camp, reflecting the warrior’s spirit [2/60]_1

(Adding an extra Chapter for my brother ’Novice Village Chief Tepar’ 2/5... The title is too long to fit!)

After nightfall, when most of the players had logged off, Murphy walked to the front line of the "Cardman Self-Rescue Army" in the city. Upon his arrival, Maxim immediately stepped forward to report the situation to him.

This loyal servant had been holding the front line for several days, having been through many battles which had noticeably changed his temperament. He appeared more collected and deadly than before, his gaze sharper, like an unsheathed sword.

"It seems you are almost at the Black Iron Rank."

Murphy assessed him from head to toe, and said,

"Are you ready for your strength trial?"

"There aren’t any suitable opponents right now, sir. There aren’t any Black Iron-level Star Realm Beasts in the outer city area, and they are almost wiped out by your fearless warriors."

Maxim sighed, and said,

"My challenge trial will have to wait. But sir Murphy, apart from those corners that are too deep, the outer city has been mostly searched through by your warriors.

Thanks to their markings, the gatherers from the survivor camps that Milian manages have been able to find many usable resources from the city ruins.

I believe, the search mission can be considered completed."

He pointed at the black snow constantly falling around them.

This strange phenomenon occurred when Star Realm Spiritual Energy came into contact with the physical world. Just like before, the snow would dissipate upon touching the ground. The ruins shrouded in this snow gave off a poignant aura of bleakness.

He said,

"Lady Cui Si said that the increase in black snow signifies the receding of the Star Realm Spiritual Energy. This disaster is soon coming to an end. Perhaps we should proceed to the next step, burn these shadows and advance your grand plan."

Upon saying this, Maxim lowered his voice and said to Murphy,

"The survivors are indebted to you now. Once they witness the tragic condition of the inner city, they will realise that they’ve lost their old master. They need a new one.

Sir, this is a rare opportunity."

"Hmm?"

Murphy looked at Maxim in surprise and said,

"That doesn’t sound like something you would say. Who taught you?"

"Er."

The loyal servant became a bit embarrassed and said somewhat dejectedly,

"It was Milian. We talked about the current situation, and she helped me understand your strategy and your thoughts."

"So the two of you have finally stopped being at each other’s throats and learned to work together."

Murphy grinned, looking at the dimly lit city ruins under the night sky. He fell silent for a few seconds and said,

"We’ll begin the next phase of our operation tomorrow night, Mark. Right now, there’s nothing on these ruins, but soon they will be the starting point of our new venture. We will make a name for ourselves!

It starts from here."

"I have no doubt about that, Sir Morphy."

The loyal Maxim bowed his head. He said in a sturdy voice,

"I will personally eliminate any enemy who tries to hinder your grand plan. That is the glory of loyalty."

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Wumeioge’s character spent all night lying on the cart. When he logged on the next day after handling his small company’s daily business, the coachman he had hired from the survivor camp had taken him to the road outside the Morlan village as requested.

There was still some distance to the village, but the coachman refused to go any further.

The reputation of witch hunters in the Transylvania region was very poor.

Though they claimed to eliminate vampires, their ruthless slaughter of vampire worshippers led the people here to regard them as something more terrifying than vampires.

"You rest here, and take me back when I come out. Don’t worry, the witch hunters won’t bother you."

Wumeioge jumped down from the cart and casually gave a few coins to the coachman.

His generosity filled the old coachman’s face with joy.

He had heard from others in the camp how Sir Murphy’s warriors had no concept of money. As long as they were pleased, tipping a few Gold Coins was likely!

He found this to be true today. Although these few silver coins weren’t much, they were enough for him to get a new cart and another old horse.

After pacifying the coachman, Wumeioge adjusted his armor and weapons, took a few steps and then stopped. After a moment of thought, he left all his armor and weapons on the cart. Dressed in a linen tunic and carrying a replica of the Avalon Sacred Blade marked as a mission item, he swaggered towards the nearby Morlan village.

The witch hunter sentries outside the village quickly spotted him.

He approached with his hands held high, and yelled in garbled Transylvanian that he meant no harm.

The hidden scouts had their crossbows aimed at him, ready to take down this vampire worshipper with a volley of bolts. But then, Natalie walked out of the village.

This female huntress instantly recognized Wumeioge!

It was this guy who had injured Porter with a pitchfork. Old Joe’s death was also somehow tied to them!

Anger surged within her for a moment, but remembering the tribe leader’s reminder, Natalie took a deep breath and suppressed her hatred.

Wumeioge also recognized Natalie. He didn’t expect to meet her here.

This Grey-haired Demon Hunting Princess seemed to be an important NPC, and her icy gaze made Wumeioge nervous. He immediately used the translation feature of the Calculating Pearl to explain: