My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 971 - 330. Damn, the development team has hit a wall, how can you guys still be so stubborn! -【6/15】

Chapter 971: 330. Damn, the development team has hit a wall, how can you guys still be so stubborn! -【6/15】

(Added more for "Chen Wenjun 2" brother [1/5])

Wumeioge was instantly killed for touching a subspace abomination, to tell the truth, this scene scared Happy Stick to death.

He had seen it clearly just now; like an unleashed wild dog, Wumeioge happily went to lick the loot and the moment he touched that hilt stuck in the ground, his whole body exploded into a ball of light and vanished on the spot,

leaving behind equipment that clanked pitifully as it scattered across the ground.

Ever since Lady Cui Si made Spiritual Energy dog tags for the players, this crisp and efficient manner of "dying" with an on-the-spot explosion and a 360° spiral ascent to heaven had not been seen for a long time.

So much so that Happy Stick himself had almost forgotten that this was how they used to leave the world when they died in the game when they first started playing.

"Chao, what the hell is this thing! Some kind of untouchable force?"

Happy Stick carefully circled around the evil greatsword, picking up the gear, Treasure Beads, and dog tags Wumeioge had left behind and stowed them in his bag. He examined the sword stuck in the ground and soon noted that the hilt, wrapped in dark light, faintly bore the mark of the Old Education’s leaves and oak symbol.

This filled him with question marks.

Did it look like a standard weapon of the Avalon Church?

But why would it kill Wumeioge, who was also a follower of nature?

Stick Brother cautiously stepped back a few paces, then took to the sky to get a better look at the ground.

He noticed not just the evil sword was left in the camp, but also several pieces of armor and other smashed sword blades, all emanating black specks of light.

This confirmed that he hadn’t seen it wrong; a fierce battle had definitely taken place here, but it was a pity he and Wumeioge were trapped in a labyrinth spell and couldn’t get close enough to witness it.

"Ah, it might be a high-level plot. It’s a pity I missed it due to insufficient strength."

Happy Stick immediately felt regret, stomping his feet and clenching his fists.

He landed back on the ground, kept away from the scattered evil objects, and wandered through the messy camp looking to loot. His thinking was quite simple: if this was a "high-level plot area," then it’s possible that he could get his hands on some quite decent equipment and supplies here.

As it turned out, Stick Brother’s strategy was correct.

In no time, he found several uncollected boxes at the edge of the destroyed camp, full of potions and materials that he didn’t recognize, confirming with Item Identification that these were all high-level goods beyond the players’ current reach.

He triumphantly packed them all into his bag.

Of course, after Wumeioge was resurrected, he would have to share half with him, but even if he only kept half for himself, coming here tonight was still a big win.

"Eh? What’s this?"

Happy Stick continued to scavenge.

Soon he found a booklet in the wreckage of books torn by energy. Picking it up, he discovered it was about the whereabouts of the Church’s Sacred Artifacts after the fall of the Old Education.

In the thin booklet, there were at least seven locations of the Imitation Holy Blades listed, but only two pieces of information could be confirmed for sure.

The first said that a Sacred Blade rapier called "Holy Leaf" had fallen into the hands of someone named "Sulk Flywheel" in the Dark Mountain Range Area.

The second piece of information claimed another Sacred Blade, the Battle Bow "Green Gust," had been retrieved by searchers from the Shadow Elves and brought back to Mejewa City in the Eternal Abyss.

"So, the 150 Imitation Holy Blades of the Old Education aren’t all swords and blades?"

Happy Stick stroked his chin and thought,

"’Sacred Blade’ is just a general term, and in reality, it encompasses all kinds of weapons, right? Damn, that’s a treasure trove with an extremely broad application! My exceptional talent as a ’Treasure Hunter’ seems to have found its calling again!

Not bad, not bad.

This development team really is cunning, hiding all this good stuff in such nooks and crannies.

Hehe, but am I not the better one? No matter how deeply you hide, have I not discovered it?"

He immediately shared the good news with Wumeioge via text message, and the two agreed on the spot to explore the Old Education’s lost Sacred Artifacts together.

As a devout follower of the Avalon Church, it would definitely benefit Wumeioge’s career development if he could retrieve these items.

Having found the treasure information, Stick Brother was completely satisfied. He got up in the game, ready to leave, as there wasn’t much left in the camp that was shattered by the Spiritual Energy’s aftershock.

However, just as Stick Brother spread his Blood wings and prepared to take off, his ears twitched; he heard a faint voice not far away in the night.

It seemed like someone was calling for help, and the voice was especially mournful.

Hmm?

A woman?

Ha!

I, Happy Stick, am all about helping others. How could I just stand by and see a damsel in distress?

Maybe I would run into another hidden plot!

With this thought, Stick Brother changed direction in the air and flew out toward the cries for help. He quickly found the person in need of assistance just a few hundred meters outside the camp.

But as Stick Brother landed, he immediately drew the flail from his waist into an aggressive posture.

Because he recognized the identity of the girl who was holding another woman and calling for help—it was a Wolf Poison Vampire!

Just from the ruins of her torn clothes, he could tell that this one was a remnant of the Gray Claw Faction, the offspring of that Colando dog who wanted to overthrow the Crimson Castle.