My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 718 - 245. The Great Jailbreak Operation of the Bloodclaw Clan_3

Chapter 718: 245. The Great Jailbreak Operation of the Bloodclaw Clan_3

However, this is the kind of reckless life players lived, with death merely serving as a minor amusement.

"Why is that witch hunter here as well?"

In the prep area, Sister Pomegranate glanced at the audience and, of course, spotted Miss Anbo in the crowd, anxiously nibbling on a grilled rat skewer.

She, feeling quite upset, turned back and said to her younger brother:

"Your relationship with her seems to be getting closer. I told you to build rapport, not to get involved in all this weird stuff in the game! What, you like having a virtual wife too?"

"Where is this even coming from?"

Bull Bull, a towering figure, refuted indignantly:

"Can’t I make friends in the game? You and Lumina spend plenty of time in the camp with those little bean sprouts. The game’s NPCs are so advanced, isn’t it the same as socializing in real life?"

"Are you pretending to be dumb, or are you genuinely clueless?"

Sister Pomegranate replied, hands on hips:

"Get a grip, Bull Bull! I don’t want you to end up as an ’electronic waste’. Graduate and get a girlfriend, or at least start dating."

"Oh, you’re so annoying, I’ve never seen you nag this much before."

Bull Bull was thoroughly annoyed, but upon spotting Brother Cat on the opposite side, he suddenly grinned and said to his sister:

"Tell me, why did we suddenly change the route of our family visit in a few days, insisting on going southwest instead? Who are we meeting, and should I prepare some makeups for you? After all, it’s always nice to dress up when meeting online friends. Your family is so worried about you, they’re all arranging blind dates for you. I guess they won’t have to worry anymore."

"Shut up!"

Sister Pomegranate, frustrated, kicked Bull Bull and turned to leave. Although Bull Bull was kicked, he finally got the peace he wanted.

He huffed, stretching his body, and waved to Anbo in the audience, who also responded with a gesture of encouragement. For them, the preparations were underway. However, things were somber in another player’s prep area.

At this moment, the Jackal Barbarians waiting here knew about the disastrous big event three days ago.

Out of the 15 Jackal Barbarians that were sent forth, only three survived. The warriors under the Vampire Morphy were so fierce that even these elite Jackals felt fear.

How many of these guys can survive today?

Just as they were most disturbed, a shadowy figure with a hood silently emerged from the shadows. Hog, in his usual elusive attire, spoke in a strange voice to the Jackals in front of him:

"What have you guys decided? Tonight is your last chance, 13 of our kind died last time, they were the strongest Jackals in Transylvania. I guess, you may not survive tonight either. So, do you want to escape with me?"

"Give me a straight answer!"

"You’re just a lapdog to the vampires! Get lost!"

A muscular Jackal Barbarian roared and tried to pounce on Hog, but was restrained by several other Jackals.

This Jackal had terrible wounds. He was one of the only survivors from three days ago.

He hated the Vampires, but he hated this guy in front of him even more.

"You filthy cur, you can come and go freely on Blood Rat Gang’s territory, you must have knelt before Vampire Morphy and kissed his toes. You are the shame of our kind!"

The barbarian cursed loudly, but the other Jackals didn’t respond.

After several tolling days, Hog didn’t care about these ridiculous taunts. He laughed in a peculiar Jackal man way from the shadows.

He said:

"Say what you want. The fact is, I saved a lot of people! Do you want to live or not? My kin and I have done everything we can for your lives. Best of all, we found an escape route when hunting ghouls. I won’t lie to you; this is going to be a risky endeavor! But if you want to return to the wild and live freely, and not to be slaughtered for fun like a dog here, think about it. I will only wait for ten hourglasses in the third basement!"

"If you’re not there by midnight, I’ll run with my people. King Kenbort is rallying an army in Andma Hills, I’ll go back there. Then I will return with the army to bite all these vampires to death!"

After saying that, Hog retreated and disappeared into the shadows without another word.

He is small and thin, and his Spiritual Energy talent is average, but his Perception and usage of shadows have improved rapidly under Doris’s training.

Now, he is a qualified Jackal Thief and Assassin.

Hog silently advanced in the shadows, quickly arriving at Doris’s tent. He saw a dishevelled Miss Doris, covering her face and kneeling on the floor.

In front of the Blood Rat Gang’s leader, Lady Adel was delicately wiping her mouth with a handkerchief.

It was apparent that a romantic interlude had just occurred.

From the way two were behaving, it seemed Doris had put up a fight. Unfortunately, her resistance proved futile.

This sight made Hog’s hair stand on end.

He was a wise man among the Jackals.

He knew that this scene was intentionally staged for him by the Vampire to let him realize that the Blood Rat Gang, who supported him, were mere playthings before the Blood Vulture Clan.

"Are you ready?"

Adel’s voice was slightly weak.

Just as Morphy had granted her the Blood Essence, she had blessed Doris with the true blessing of midnight.

She looked at Hog, who was nodding frantically and trying hard to behave obediently, and softly said:

"Very good, you can start now. Sir Morphy has given you a code name to maintain the secrecy of this operation. From tonight until Kenbort’s downfall, remember, you are ’Pangolin’..."