My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 763 - 260. Dancing with Wolves - Additional Chapter for "Brother Huo is quite good" [10/20]_3

Chapter 763: 260. Dancing with Wolves - Additional Chapter for "Brother Huo is quite good" [10/20]_3

True to its reputation as the most extreme faction within the Wolf Poison Clan, the Grey Claw is ruthless, not only towards its own members but even more towards others.

"Move!"

At Colando’s command, he led the elite of the Grey Claw faction up the uneven mountain wall and agilely rushed into the cleft between the third and second layers.

In the ancient sewage area ahead of the Wolf Poison Clan, Murphy and his clan of vampires had already set up their defenses.

In the darkness of this sewer, Colando gripped his sword and looked at the faces in the shadows ahead. He could see clearly that the opponent’s vampires were divided into two "camps".

The NPCs all had grim expressions, united against a common enemy, while the younger players were eager for action, rubbing their fists and wiping their palms in anticipation.

Moreover, not only did Colando see the Blood Vulture Clan, but he also saw the Thorn Clan standing with them, the most troublesome of which were the Blood Covenant Knights armed with battle bows.

"No wonder you dare to set this trap!"

The Grey Claw Commander sneered:

"So, it turns out you have the support of Lord Pa Ying... But it seems you are not valued by the Lord, Mr. Murphy. Only a Silver Grade archer has been sent. Can I interpret this as meaning that in the eyes of the lord, your importance, as well as that of the Blood Vulture Clan, is nothing more than this?"

"What you think is not important!"

Leaning on the Necessary Evil in his hands, Murphy stood at the front line leading to the first layer of the sewer. Facing Colando’s provocations and the sporadic wild howls from the Wolf Poison warriors, he coldly replied:

"What is important is that we have all stepped into this fated place! Uninvited guests, please don’t be disgusted by the squalor of the Crimson Castle’s sewers.

After all, considering the standards of the tombs prepared for ambitious men, it is truly perfect."

As he spoke, Murphy took a sword from Maxim who was by his side - it was Jopan’s sword.

He threw the first memorable weapon he had personally hunted forward, landing right in front of Colando’s eyes. The Blood Vulture Lord softly said:

"I’m really an unqualified vampire, I couldn’t follow the ancient tradition and deliver the news of your son’s death to you as a murderer, adding another stroke to this ancient blood feud.

But better late than never.

I declare to you, Mr. Colando, your illegitimate son and Blood descendant Jopan· Marki· Ganggulo died at my hands..."

"You should call his real surname, his surname is Colando!"

Colando bent down to pick up his son’s weapon, grasped the handle of the sword, and drew it out, he said:

"My surname is Colando too! And my future family will be named after it. Ganggulo is an obsolete term of the past, as long as we triumph gloriously tonight! The arrogance of Lesenbura and Ganggulo’s decay will be buried in history!"

"Arrogant and boring ambition."

Miss Phemys commented:

"It’s no wonder Old Edward sent you to die..."

"This is why you are an unqualified vampire, Phemys."

Murphy shook his head.

He raised the Necessary Evil in his hand, pointing its dark blade straight ahead.

The whole sewer fell silent at this moment. Whether it was the small players or the wild descendants of Grey Claw, all of their eyes were on Murphy.

The Blood Vulture Earl paused.

As if making a declaration, he said softly:

"Ambition is a beautiful thing for us, it needs to be watered with fresh blood in order to bear the flower of hope."

"But hope never existed in the past, it will only bloom in the future! Let the most outstanding ambitious men cultivate it themselves..."

In response, Colando’s sword also pointed at Murphy at this moment. In the next instant, the Bloodthirsty instinct, the most primitive and powerful core function of vampires, was simultaneously activated by both.

Bloody wings unfolded in an instant, and wild claws popped out in response.

The two were the leaders and pioneers of their respective factions. The moment their weapons clashed, sparks flew like splashing gasoline, causing the members of both factions to roar in unison.

Like the rushing of a flood against fire, the chaotic and brutal war was completely ignited in this daylight-deprived area.

This was destined to be a war with only victors!

Because the winner will devour everything of the loser, skin them, tear them apart and squeeze out the last deliciousness to strengthen themselves. There are no options to surrender, nor possibilities to capitulate!

Only the last one standing after the final drop of blood falls has the right to savor the wine of victory.

Just like the tragedy that has been repeated by the Blood Race on this land for a thousand years, betrayal, cannibalism, and conspiracy, Mother Night always seems to be thirsting for more of this wonderful drama.

Then let’s kill...

Go ahead and kill!

For the same outstanding ambition, add an extra stroke to the ancient hatred tonight.