My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 602 - 207. First Order of Adventurer’s Guild - An extra from the Alliance Hierarch, asking for monthly votes!【6/15】_1

Chapter 602: 207. First Order of Adventurer’s Guild - An extra from the Alliance Hierarch, asking for monthly votes!【6/15】_1

(Updating for ’Love to Sleep without Getting Up’, brother [1/5])

"The stinky things are rushing up again!"

A voice roared in the crowd, followed by a hearty cry from Happy Stick reverberating in the darkness:

"Don’t panic! Warriors! Hold on to your spears! I have specifically chosen this terrain. As long as you don’t retreat, these ghouls can’t break in! Shield bearers in the front, stand firm, stick your shields into the ground and press down! You are the steel wall for your brothers!

We’re counting down now!

Three, two, one!

Thrust forward!"

"Roar"

The newcomers who had just entered the game a few days ago, under Stick Brother’s command, thrust their spears which were positioned on the shields of the shield bearers in front of them.

In an instant, a forest of long spears impaled the ghouls that were howling and pouncing on them.

But such an attack for ghouls who have already died once was nothing more than a drizzle, except for blocking their scratching, it did not harm them effectively.

The ones holding the long spears were getting a bit nervous.

Not only because of the delay when the spear pierced into the body, but because they could see the hideous faces of the ghouls grinning and gnashing their teeth through their shielded brothers. They could hear their roars and smell the disgusting stench that was enough to make them retch.

At this moment, he was at the entrance of sewer number four, joined by twenty other brothers forming a line to prevent the ghouls from rushing up to the ground. In reality, if there was a choice, he didn’t want to do this tired work. This was nothing like the relaxing and enjoyable gaming life he had imagined.

"Stick Brother! Stick Brother, we can’t hold it anymore!"

A brother with a scruffy beard in front, struggling behind his shield, cried out:

"I’m not a strength user either, damn it! Feels like I’m gonna be torn apart."

"Hold on even if you can’t!"

Chastised Happy Stick, who was flapping wings in the air, throwing burning oil at the ghoul group at the rear:

"If we can’t hold on, all the NPCs above will all die! We are in a war, everyone be serious! It will be over soon, hang on a bit more!"

He shouted, and also poured out the last pot of fire oil from his spiritual energy bag. Then he took out the double-barreled shotgun from behind and fired a shot down, igniting the burning items he poured down. In the blaze, the stinky ghouls were licked by the flames.

Stick Brother is an expert in playing with fire.

Under his precise earlier oil pot scattering, the rushing flames quickly blocked the front half of the passage. The ghouls who feared fire and light also fell into chaos, and this wave of death charge was easily stopped.

But this was just the beginning.

"Brothers! Grab your weapons! It’s time to grind for experience."

While he was suffering from the heat of the flames in mid-air, he sighed at how poor the fire resistance of the vampires was. He gestured to the brothers below him and landed in the front. The family guard’s sword in his hand swept down two ghouls to the ground. The power from the tomb sword guard summoned resentful spirits from Hades to help their summoner, like pale and ferocious claws.

Seeing Stick Brother’s bravery, the little players started getting restless.

They rushed into the burning area with their weapons, chopping down those lit ghouls. In the heat of the flames, these ferocious undead seemed frightened. Even their counterattacks became sluggish.

"Damn, this is too exciting. This is amazing, so exhilarating."

A bald brother next to him, carrying a large sword, rushed forward and started randomly slashing. He was laughing in odd tones while slashing, making Little Brother Fu feel maybe he should stay away from this person whose ID was "Kind-Hearted Shark Uncle."

"What are you doing here?"

As Love to Sleep without Getting Up was hesitating whether to continue to follow the crazily excited players further in, the voice of Touch You Poor rang out from behind him. Little Brother Fu’s big scorpion lion had already hunted something. The claw of an elite ghoul had been tied to the back of the scorpion lion as a piece of "spoils of war", making the scorpion lion look disgusted.

Touch You Poor asked curiously:

"Where are your two Assistants?"

"Ah, they are off duty."

Love to Sleep without Getting Up sighed:

"This game is seriously messed up! I’ve never heard that NPCs need to have time off, and they need to be paid extra for overtime, and I don’t have any money."

"Then there’s no point in you staying here. Why not go to the camp? Miss Milian is gathering administrative players to maintain order. You, who are usually in the office, shouldn’t stay here. I can see your legs are already soft."

Touch You Poor advised.

The main reason was fearing his brother, this miserable level 1 rookie, would die here inexplicably. But Love to Sleep without Getting Up rolled his eyes and said arrogantly:

"No, I want to keep fighting! I like to fight! Heh, today I’m going to turn into a qualified warrior! You can’t stop me."

"Heh, fine then. Come with me, pal. I’ll show you what real fighting is."

Seeing his buddy starting to act stubborn, Touch You Poor smirked, pulled him up on the very dissatisfied scorpion lion, and carried them through the maze-like sewer at a fast pace.

For elite players like Touch You Poor who had already passed the Black Iron Trial, their task was to hunt the elite leaders among the ghoul horde. These undead creatures were like "nodes", and after taking them down, it would be easier to handle the rest of the ordinary ghouls.