My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 217 - 78. Miss! You are looking for death yourself! 【18/60】_1

Chapter 217: 78. Miss! You are looking for death yourself! 【18/60】_1

(An added Chapter for Brother ’Huo is pretty good’ [3/20])

"Damn, this is just brutal."

After the battle, Stick Brother, who was lucky enough to survive, circled the battlefield with Bomber Four. Looking at the bodies of players from whom the Calculating Pearls had been retrieved, he sighed deeply.

Because Murphy had disguised them, they wouldn’t immediately dissolve into points of light upon death. Their bodies could be preserved for several hours due to the stability of the Spiritual Energy Dog Tags. This allowed the 17 lucky surviving players to witness the bizarre ways their comrades had died.

The more normal ones were killed by Vampires in various ways, while the unusual ones were carried up to the sky by Vampires and then dropped to their deaths.

And then, the extremely rare case of Coo Coo Chicken was just embarrassing. It was caught in a "live together, die together" scenario with a Vampire during execution.

The death was simply gruesome.

"Only two Tiger Leopard Riders survived, which is equivalent to a total annihilation. Damn, they’re truly fierce. Half of the vampires that were brought down were due to their efforts.

But isn’t the casualty rate a bit too high?"

Roar of the Lion in Hedong, who was following behind Stick Brother, grimaced.

"They were supposed to be the vanguard, not suicide fighters. I saw Old Lie taking a vampire down with himself using an alchemical bomb. This approach is too reckless."

"You don’t understand a damn thing."

Chuanxi Wolf from the other side snorted. He poked at a Vampire’s hazy flesh, which had been hacked into eighteen pieces and was slowly regenerating in a puddle of blood, with his lance. He said:

"They fought so hard to claim the spoils of war. Didn’t we agree before the fight? Whoever brings down the enemy, gets the spoils. The Tiger Leopard Riders took down at least seven at the cost of being wiped out. These rare monsters were all well-armed.

You might think they were at a loss, but they actually profited from this.

In three days, they will transform into the best-equipped among us."

"Fuck, it’s just a game. Do we have to be so ruthless?"

Dog Paddle in the North of the Forest murmured a complaint, but he didn’t notice the satisfied smirk on Stick Brother’s face.

Exactly!

This suicide tactic was actually his secret instruction to the Tiger Leopard Riders.

And now, it seems his tactics were perfect. The Tiger Leopard Riders dared to fight fiercely and, using his clever scheme, managed to obtain a set of "veteran grade" equipment at the very least. Adding the mission rewards from this team task...

Phew, his brothers under the Happy Stick banner had almost achieved an equipment upgrade overnight, evolving from bird guns to cannons.

After all, dying in this game doesn’t result in a loss of experience, neither does leveling up increase attributes. It’s only when you ascend in rank that you get attribute points to distribute. Therefore, the level gap within the same rank is basically negligible.

This means that the importance of equipment in this game is definitely higher than that of leveling up.

The "dungeon" in the sewer that had previously trapped them can definitely be cleared this time. Once they get the resources there, it’s like the first snowball has been rolled, and it can continue to roll afterwards.

When there is more demand than supply, one has to be ruthless to get ahead!

This is the life principle Happy Stick summarized from the first half of his life, and it proves to be just as effective in the Different World.

"Remove the dog tags and Calculating Pearls from our brothers and keep them safe."

Stick Brother waved his hand and said to the four brothers beside him:

"Also, dig a hole for them. Even though it’s a game, we should still hold some sort of ceremony."

"Okay, okay."

The other four brothers had no objections.

Their hearts were still burning with excitement after the thrilling battle. The brothers under Bomber are just straightforward like that. As long as they’re having fun, they’re up for anything.

As Stick Brother was calculating the results of the battle, Wumeioge’s team was doing the same.

However, their chosen path was completely different from Stick Brother’s.

None of Wumeioge’s six teammates were injured among the 17 survivors. They clearly took a more sly approach. As for obtaining the spoils of war, Wumeioge already had a plan in mind.

"Tie them all up!"

Holding a Scarlet Ability Wand of veteran grade, which was seized from a Vampire Psychic, Wumeioge, who pretended to be a formidable Mage, grinned broadly at the four Vampire prisoners tied up before him. He said to his brothers, who were exhausted but in high spirits after the battle:

"Put them on the car and send them to Sir Murphy!

According to my estimates, Sir Murphy’s force has just started, and he should have a demand for these members of his own species. We might be able to exchange a large amount of good stuff from Sir Murphy in return for these heads."

"Wumeioge, your plan is good. But what if Sir Murphy doesn’t accept them?"

Three Five Battles, who was tired and covered in blood, sat on his own shield and looked up at Wumeioge.

"Sir Murphy doesn’t seem to think the same way as these evil Vampires, if he refuses to accept the prisoners, won’t we be at a loss? According to the previous distribution principle of spoils of war, we didn’t get anything this time."

"What are you afraid of?"

Meow King glared at the four Vampires in front of him, who were still in the stage of regeneration, the corners of his eyes twitching ominously.

He said in a low voice:

"If Sir Murphy looks down on them, there are still the Hunter Brothers, right? How could the monster hunters, who take it upon themselves to eradicate evil, miss such materials that are right at their doorstep?

Actually, the guys from the Old Religion are better trading partners."