My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 651 - 223. Why do you guys always encounter such strange things? _2

Chapter 651: 223. Why do you guys always encounter such strange things? _2

There were still few players, so everyone generally adopted a rather clever strategy.

First, they took out the smaller to medium-sized nests of Wolf People in the territory of the Dark Female Baron, then proceeded to tackle the larger nests with member counts surpassing a hundred.

Even so, the spoils of the day still shocked Kudell, the Civilian Protection Officer leading the operation, to the point of utter astonishment.

What was up with these warriors of Sir Morphy?

Did they not feel tired?

They seemed so passionate about killing, like the Berserkers of the Ice Bay Area, not just those well-equipped Black Iron Rank veterans but even the new soldiers in escort leather armor, all held their ground without retreating when facing the dangerous Wolf People.

The moment the enemies revealed any sign of defeat, these chaps would immediately charge ferociously. With the accompaniment of some bizarre yet piercing instrument, they crushed the enemy with resolute and risky close-quarter combat.

What shocked Kudell most was neither the mastery of these warriors not their astonishing courage, but their fanaticism, an indescribable zeal exhibited in battle.

It seemed as if, in their understanding, death was nothing more than a simple and normal physiological activity similar to eating and drinking, not worth fearing, not even worth caring about.

This was an odd sentiment that Kudell had never seen in his human lifespan nor his long hundred years as a vampire.

It was as if...

It was as if they weren’t seeing hideous and barbaric Wolf People, but rather animate treasures walking right before their eyes.

"What’s the toll?"

Kudell, sitting atop his fiery red warhorse chosen for him by the Adventurer Guild as the most robust demon-hunting steed, asked an administrator sent by Lady Milian. The servant glanced at his notes and gory pile of wolf teeth, claw blades, and bloodied tails, and muttered after shrinking his neck:

"Since the early morning till now, nearly dusk, 8 hours in total, we’ve taken down 557 standard Wolf People, 36 Black Iron ones, 7 elite bosses, and captured 2 Wolf People leaders. We’ve also destroyed 13 medium and small nests in total.

We killed 60 Black Iron Gnolls too and 9 elite Gnoll geomancers. Plus, four captured elite Gnolls will be used as fighting beasts in Lord Maxim’s fight club, along with the Wolf People.

As for the casualty count of the ordinary Gnolls that live along with the Wolf People, it’s hard to tell!

Those creatures run too fast in the dark; even Morphy’s fearless warriors find it difficult to catch up with them in the dim tunnels.

However, according to the witch hunters, local Gnolls are naturally weak and entirely reliant on the strong. Without the fierce and defiant Wolf People leading them, these creatures pose no real threat. I remember when I was a boy, my friends and I, led by local veterans, would chase away thieving Gnolls with wooden sticks. They really are quite cowardly."

"Hmm."

Kudell nodded. This result could be deemed brilliant.

But it’s still a bit away from Morphy’s goal of cleaning up the entire territory of the Earl of Cardman in 20 days. However, with individual vampires set to join the hunt after nightfall, they should be able to meet today’s kill count.

He then asked:

"What about the losses of our warriors?"

"No injuries, just a few careless rookies got killed by retreating Wolf People during the chase."

The cheers of the officer in charge of the count said regretfully:

"They were all very courageous. They were the bravest warriors born on Transylvania’s land, what a pity. If our rookies could be as fearless as these mountain warriors, then even Black Disaster would not be something to fear."

"No, my boy, only those who have never experienced the Black Disaster firsthand would say such foolish things."

The Civilian Protection Officer said calmly:

"I have witnessed it myself, I can tell you that it is absolutely not a catastrophe that personal bravery can reverse. When the real Black Disaster erupts, even the Wolf People vanguard, merely used as cannon fodder, are stronger and fiercer than these barbarians you see before you. And compared to individual strength, their terrifying numbers can crush anything in their way.

The Wolf People of Transylvania are the degenerate kind, far less dangerous than their ’relatives’ in the Dark Mountain Range.

I admit that the fanaticism of these warriors inspires respect in me, but they have to become much, much stronger yet, to possibly protect everything that is being born anew in Transylvania. Nevertheless, this fierce determination is certainly admirable.

Take today’s spoils back to the city.

Remember to display these trophies in the camp. The citizens of Morphy’s territory need confidence. These badges of foreign tribes will help them regain confidence and a sense of security."

"Your command, sir."

The administrator bowed and directed several camp guards to load these Wolf People badges onto the truck. His mission for today’s siege is over.

The daytime above was rapidly ticking away as dusk was approaching and night was about to fall. The crimson hunting grounds of the vampires were soon to be unveiled, and the real fear of Transylvania about to finally join the hunt. That indicated the beginning of an exciting show.

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"Pff."

Sister Pomegranate alone took care of a Black Iron Wolf Person Barbarian Soldier, and while she completely crushed its head, she herself was also hit by his stone warhammer. She rolled over on the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood as she got up.