My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 272 - 96. Daring to exploit BUGs, they’re no longer just ordinary players, severe measures must be taken!【36/60】_3

Chapter 272: 96. Daring to exploit BUGs, they’re no longer just ordinary players, severe measures must be taken!【36/60】_3

Old Feinock stepped forward and touched the luxurious wall. This natural psychic power let him quickly sense the hollow space behind it, but the wall was three to four meters thick and typically could not be broken by human strength alone.

However, such obstructions meant little to a gold stage knight like him.

"Power of nature, guide me."

He placed a metal-shining oak seed into a crevice in the wall, then stepped back a few paces and began to chant a spell.

The seed quickly began to grow, its sharp vines piercing the crevices and continuing to advance within the wall. Amidst the teeth-gnashing sound of breaking, only after a dozen or so seconds, the thick wall was broken down by the continuously growing ironwood tree.

A decayed smell wafted out from the ancient cave in front of them. The eyes beneath the old knight’s helmet narrowed. Holding his warhammer and shield, he stepped inside, followed closely by Murphy with his sword.

As the sound of the bubbling water echoed from the darkness, Old Feinock suddenly moved his nose, then spoke in a low voice

"It seems like I’ve accidentally dug us into a bit of a hole..."

"Oh? What do you mean?"

Murphy, leaning on his sword, asked.

Old Feinock shrugged, pointing to the enormous cavern ahead where a green light was starting to glow, he drew out his words and said:

"Remember how I told you earlier, that a Star Realm Scorpion Lion had made its lair within the spiral passageway? Well, it’s been driven out by the fire and it’s right up ahead, and it seems to recognize us."

"Hmm, it’s really quite vexed and aggressive, reminds me of those flying lions of the Royal Blood in the northern parts of Green Island."

"But my old bones are starting to feel a bit tired."

"So Sir Murphy,..."

"Please!"

"Chao!"

Murphy, who had just performed a whirlwind for the players, turned his head to see he was now caught in a "real NPC’s play". Listening to the low roars echoing from the cave and the fast approaching hostile presence, Murphy sighed, took a deep breath, and pointed his longsword forward.

Ah, it’s best not to do too many misdeeds.

This must be the meaning of the saying, "Those who perform are performed upon."

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"Quick! It’s in the kill zone now! Watch out for its enraged, low health attack!"

In the second hall, Stick Brother, while shooting, was commanding his team members in the team’s chat.

The large, black gargoyle boss in front of them had its armor constantly stripped off by continuous attacks, and its rocky body was riddled with cracks.

Enduring attacks from nearly 40 high caliber shotguns for five minutes and still persisting, it clearly shows how tough this thing is.

Under Stick Brother’s command, the big chunks of rocks hurled by the stone gargoyle somehow always managed to be dodged by their agile players around the edge. It made the young lady watching them from the second floor especially pleased.

She actually watched for a whole five minutes!

She hadn’t realized before that she could be so bored, but now she understood why the human nobility enjoyed watching gladiator fights so much.

This spectacle of the weak challenging the strong was quite entertaining.

Watching the 60 players form into a harmonious whole under command - like a smooth operating machine, relentlessly beating their superior Gargoyle, whom they had no chance against one-on-one, made Phemys understand more about Murphy’s warriors from ’Another World’.

They were weak by themselves.

But their understanding and realization of cooperation was indeed far greater than that of ordinary soldiers.

"Now there are 60 of them, and if you guys could have 600 people..."

The young lady, with her eyes narrowed, was watching the "performance" of the players below. She couldn’t help thinking to herself that no wonder Murphy never selected his Blood Servants from the Survivor Camp. He really didn’t value those ordinary people; his warriors were indeed way stronger than normal blood servants in every aspect.

What’s even more terrifying is that these guys all followed Murphy’s commands!

That meant once their numbers broke through a certain limit, the destructive power of Murphy’s organization would exponentially increase.

So, is this where Murphy’s fearlessness comes from?

Phemys thought this as the Khaki Tontita down below swung his large axe at that moment, bellowing as he crushed the heavily scarred arm of the gargoyle chief into rubble, with a loud bang.

"The outcome is clear!"

The young lady stood up and per Murphy’s instruction, casually clicked on the control core nearby.

Amidst Stick Brother’s shouts of fury, the last six gargoyles simultaneously beat their wings and freed themselves from their pedestals, providing the victors a small "surprise" and a final test.

"Maxim and Cui Si, and even Adel have favorite warriors of their own..."

The young lady made herself float quietly to leave the watch room and proceed deeper into the corridor, thinking:

"Maybe I should follow Murphy’s advice and select a few warriors from among his warriors for myself. If I plan to stay in Murphy’s new family, then maybe it’s time to learn their way of doing things."

"Choosing the warriors I’m fond of... I must really choose carefully."