My Players Are So Fierce

“Why is there another raid quest? And who is this ‘Hog Gnawbone’? It doesn’t sound like a human or vampire name.”

On the main battlefield, Board Joy Stick checked the quest shared by the administrative players during a break after completing a round of kills. He accepted it without reading it carefully, mainly because they were already in the middle of a group battle, so doing a quest with a mount reward was just a casual thing.

His comrades around him were also taking the opportunity to rest.

The smell of barbecue permeated the area. Following Board Joy Stick’s tactics, the players had burned at least several hundred elite gnoll barbarians to death with Molotov cocktails and explosives.

The results were bountiful, and most importantly, the elite gnolls killed in the dungeon also counted towards the score. This meant that the players participating in tonight’s battle were seeing their scores in the main quest point pool rise at an astonishing rate.

The only regret was that this dungeon was too big!

Board Joy Stick and his team had to kill their way to the dungeon boss as quickly as possible, leaving no time to search the other corners and edges carefully.

According to Meow King’s thoughts, this camp was the main stronghold of Kenport warlord’s forces, so there must be many treasures hidden here.

“Brother Stick, this new quest requires us to hunt a special monster on the wanted list. I just checked, and several of our targets were among the gnolls we burned. As soon as we accepted the quest, the completion rate shot up to 57%,” said Meow King, who had earlier made a blunder, as he walked over leading his warhorse. He continued, “Why don’t we send some lower-level brothers to make a round in the outskirts? They can complete this quest along the way. We’re about to face the boss next. It’s not that we don’t want them to participate, but it’s a bit too much for those who haven’t passed the Black Iron trial to fight a White Silver rank boss. Even if they’re holding shields, they probably can’t withstand the boss’s AOE.”

“That’s true, and I understand, but if you tell them to go now, I’m afraid they won’t be willing,” said Board Joy Stick, drinking water mixed with a bit of blood to restore his energy. He continued, “We’ve come this far, shouldn’t we at least see the boss’s face? Besides, this dungeon is full of humanoid monsters, so I guess the final boss will have loot drops.”

Brother Stick lowered his voice and said to Meow King, “This guy has a name and title, so his drops must be extraordinary. How should we divide them?”

“Why are you worried about that?” Meow King waved his hand and said, “Designated distribution is definitely not an option, and we haven’t established a DKP system yet. I think we might as well auction them off.”

“Then Little Rich Brother and Sword Saint Ashina will end up buying everything again,” Board Joy Stick shook his head and said, “Once or twice is fine, but if we keep doing this, other brothers will have objections. Next time we have a dungeon, we need to agree on profit distribution beforehand. I don’t think it’s a good idea to always have everyone participate. When we have more people in the future, we should divide into teams. That way, we won’t have to worry about these follow-up issues when our own team is fighting.”

“Then why not just roll for it? Didn’t you say you wanted fairness?” Meow King shrugged and said, “As long as you’re willing to gamble on luck, honestly, I have no objections.”

“Roll for what? Doing it this way will cause even more disagreements, especially for those with not-so-good luck, like you and your brothers,” Board Joy Stick stood up, rubbing his chin, and said, “I think it’s better to let the NPC distribute. Let Lord Murphy do it. This way, no one will have anything to say.”

“Right, let the NPC take the blame for us. You’re such a little schemer,” Meow King replied.

【Ding! Attention all testers! The gnoll warlord Kenport Gnawbone will break through the second line of defense guarded by Hunting Baron Kudel in two minutes!】

“Damn! The dog game designer is inhuman!” Brother Stick threw his water pouch hard, grabbed his sword and shield, and shouted to the brothers around who were already getting up: “We’re about to lose the second treasure chest. Quick! Rush over there and enter the battle! We’ve already lost three chests, but we should at least keep two chests, right? This is really frustrating!”

He spread his wings and was the first to fly towards the front. The vampire players followed closely behind, and the little players on the ground also noisily followed.

Meanwhile, in the area ahead of them, Civilian Protection Officer Kudel was retreating.

However, the powerful vampire swordsman was not being driven back by Kenport Gnawbone in front of him. On the contrary, from the start of the battle until now, Kudel had been handling the situation with ease. If he really wanted to take action, it would probably only take a few more rounds to successfully kill the gnoll warlord before him.

The title of Blood Vulture Clan’s number two combat power was not just for show, and this was without Kudel activating his blood thirst.

But orders from Murphy were urging him to disengage from the battle.

“Bang!”

The crimson greatsword, personally enchanted by Tris, flashed with flowing light and struck down like a heavy hammer, causing the gnoll warlord wielding a flail and bone shield to stagger back several steps before stabilizing his stance.

Kenport was panting.

He stared intently at the vampire swordsman before him, who was so powerful that it made him feel somewhat desperate. He watched as the latter sheathed his greatsword and stepped back, assuming a stance of leaning on his sword, blocking the path of his escape.

Behind him, his carefully selected barbarian and arcane mage guards were being cleared out one by one at an extremely fast pace by Murphy and Femis.

Although there were only three vampires fighting here, the damage they caused was no less than the little players’ reckless charges on the battlefield. One side represented the quality of precision cutting, while the other represented the quantity of fearless determination. The collaboration of both sides had shattered Kenport’s ambitions tonight.

“I can understand that you want your warriors to face more challenges,” Kudel, under his face mask, stared at Kenport before him. The Hunting Baron responded to Murphy using a ventriloquism technique: “But isn’t it a bit beyond their abilities to challenge such an opponent? And your arrangement for Femis and me to withdraw from the battle one by one seems somewhat deliberate. I’m starting to have trouble understanding what you’re thinking, Murphy.”

“Participation!

This has always been a very important part of the sense of ceremony. I just don’t want to help my warriors do everything and leave them watching from the sidelines.

That would dampen their enthusiasm and competitiveness,” Murphy replied. “If they can make it here on their own, then Kenport’s head will be theirs for the taking. If they can’t handle the frenzied gnolls around and are defeated on the spot, we three can still take care of this dangerous fellow.

Kudel, this is a raid, and also a trial.

Now please step aside.

Enjoy watching my warriors use their own hands and hot blood to turn a new page for Transia that we are jointly defending. They should have the right to walk into this unfolding history, rather than just being nicknamed ‘foot soldiers’.”

“Although you’re trying your best to persuade me, I suspect this reason is just something you made up on the spot,” Kudel let out a low laugh under his mask.

He took one last look at Kenport Gnawbone, who was wielding a flail and bone shield, then shouldered his crimson greatsword and turned to leave.

This scene thoroughly enraged King Kenport.

The gnoll knew he was doomed today, and as a warrior from the Dark Mountain range, he didn’t fear death. But the opponent’s such contempt was unbearable for Kenport. Was leaving so casually a sign that he thought Kenport wasn’t worthy of being his opponent?

“Die!”

Kenport swung his heavy three-headed flail and charged towards Kudel. The hexagonal hammer heads attached to the weapon’s top by three chains were violently swung at Kudel’s head. If it hit, it would definitely make this arrogant swordsman pay the price.

But amidst the sound of wings flapping at high speed, another figure descended from the sky. Precipitation Niuniu, who had tucked in his wings and dived down, landed with a bang, shouldering his blood-colored giant shield in front of Lord Kudel.

With a loud bang, the giant shield blocked the gnoll’s attack, while Sister Pomegranate, who landed at the same time, used the downward momentum to kick the bone shield raised by the gnoll, knocking it back two steps.

The two of them blocked Kenport’s path of advance from left and right. More Blood Wings appeared in the darkness, and the new Blood Vulture members, led by Board Joy Stick and Little Ashina, descended one by one from the sky.

Their posture was far from as elegant and noble as the legendary blood vultures, but the way they held their weapons upon landing was exceptionally fierce.

Pairs of eyes flashing with blood light in the dark night stared at the boss before them, who was three times larger than a normal gnoll and as big as a troll. The malice and greed emanating from those eyes made even the gnoll feel uncomfortable.

More players rushed out from the shadows behind, quickly surrounding Kenport.

Dark gun barrels aimed, weapons coated with sword oil held in hand, and the clamorous shouts represented their eager anticipation and readiness.

Kenport was surrounded by these guys.

It could discern that these fellows weren’t particularly strong, even those who had broken through to Black Iron could hardly be called elite, but these guys were different from ordinary Blood Servants and vampires!

The gnoll warlord didn’t know how to describe this feeling, but it could sense the undisguised malice and anticipation from these bastards.

As if in their eyes, it was just a piece of meat waiting to be divided, but that description wasn’t quite accurate. It was more like a walking treasure trove, trapped on the battlefield by a group of hungry treasure hunters.

“Phew, finally caught up!”

Brother Stick glanced at the character interface.

There was no note popping up about Lord Kudel’s second line of defense being breached, which meant the players had secured the two boxes of extra rewards.

The next thing to do was to kill this lone White Silver rank gnoll right here, completing this special raid dungeon with only one BOSS.

Brother Stick wasn’t a player who was deeply immersed in role-playing, so he didn’t have much sense of ceremony. He very realistically and rationally raised the weapon in his hand.

Signaling the start of the attack!

“Bang”

Sword Saint Ashina fired first, the Iron Warden in his hand loaded with a slug shell made this shot powerful and weighty, but the flying bullet was blocked by Kenport using the oddly shaped bone shield in its hand, sending sparks flying.

“Shit! Its reactions can keep up with the speed of bullets!”

Bricklayer exclaimed in surprise.

But the other players didn’t care about that.

The bang-bang-bang of firearms firing wove a net of firepower on the spot, but Kenport sneered at such weak attacks. It threw down a strange skull totem at its feet, and invisible forces began to swirl violently, forming an unseen wall.

It wouldn’t directly block the bullets.

But any bullets or arrows passing through this barrier would have their power severely reduced, even if they hit Kenport, they could hardly leave a mark.

“!!!”

Brother Stick and Meow King widened their eyes, both throwing out Detection almost simultaneously towards the arrogant BOSS in front of them. The information feedback made them greatly shocked:

Name: 【Plague of Anderma】Kenport Gnawbone

Rank: Level 30 – White Silver Body – Elite

Profession: Level 15 Gnoll Assault Shield Warrior / Level 15 Hunting Priest / Bandit Leader – Robbery Specialization

Status: Hunting Blessing 【Ranged Attacks Nullification, Melee Skills Enhanced】

Special Bloodline: Gnawbone Clan – Giant Gnoll Individual 【Physical Attack and Defense Greatly Increased】

Evaluation: Extremely Dangerous

“Stop shooting! This guy is immune to bullets and arrows, switch to melee!”

Meow King shouted at the top of his lungs, pulling out a round shield from his bag and grabbing it in his hand. He cast Thorn Spells on himself, then drew out the Replica Avalon Sacred Blade.

As a lower-tier profession of Red Knight, after completing the Oak Knight transition, he had shifted from a pure spellcaster to a hybrid class similar to Tomb Guard, which meant that now Meow King could also wield a blade to fight.

Of course, compared to true melee masters like Brother Mao, he was still a bit inferior.

Following his shout, other players also put away their firearms and drew their weapons, howling as they charged towards the giant gnoll before them.

In their view, with their overwhelming numbers, even one slash per person should be enough to kill this guy. But reality is cruel and merciless. Once Kenport swung its flail, a weapon excelling in area attacks, it didn’t matter how many people there were.

With Kenport’s roar, just the first swing of the flail sent over 10 people flying, 6 of whom died mid-air spitting blood. The remaining few who flew out were also severely injured, but in the next second, Lady Aqua and Meow King’s Winds of Rejuvenation blew on a large scale, converting spirit energy into healing power to save their lives, slowly raising their health bars.

“Fuck! Is this AOE damage for real?”

Scholar Xiao Zhou, who had rolled twice on the ground before getting up covered in dirt, cursed while leaning on his lion spear:

“Those damn developers are at it again! I’m a warrior who passed the Black Iron trial, you know!”

“That’s exactly why you survived the Black Iron trial! Those who were instantly killed couldn’t withstand this kind of damage,” said the bald human monk Giant Shark Uncle next to him, also spitting blood.

He covered his chest as he stood up, looking at the little player who had been directly hammered to death at his feet, shouting loudly:

“Those who haven’t passed the Black Iron trial, don’t fucking go up there and throw your lives away! Retreat! All of you retreat and go do other quests, this isn’t an opponent you can handle. You’ll die if you get even slightly grazed.”

A wave of disappointed curses immediately erupted from the crowd, but helpless due to their limited strength, they had no choice but to obediently withdraw from the BOSS fight.

Fortunately, they still had unfinished quests, so they quickly advanced to other parts of the camp under the leadership of Life Is Pretty Good and Honorary Knight Typal to hunt down the other gnoll chieftains on Hog’s wanted list.

This scene was observed by Murphy, who was hiding and lurking in the high sky.

He nodded with satisfaction, seeing that his little players were still very considerate of the overall situation.

He said to Femis and Kudel, who were also hiding in the shadows of the Astral Realm to watch:

“You two can go back now, go support Crimson Citadel, they need you more there! I’ll stay here to handle the aftermath. Oh, wait, Kudel, give me one of your equipment pieces, any will do.”

“Hm?”

The Hunting Baron looked at Murphy in surprise, and the vampire lord explained to him:

“Didn’t we agree on three lines of defense? Femis’s line was breached so she doesn’t need to reward these warriors for their bravery, but we both have to fulfill this rule and bestow a gift upon the warriors.”

“Nonsense! I wasn’t breached!”

Femis retorted quite unhappily:

“You clearly told me to withdraw proactively, saying it like this won’t it make them think I’m incompetent?”

“Rules are rules, and among the three of us, aren’t you the least competent? We have to be honest, young lady,”

Murphy shrugged and said:

“How about next time we have something like this, you set the rules?”

“Fine, I will! Hmph.”

The young lady snorted, quite dissatisfied as she flapped her wings and flew towards Crimson Citadel. The Hunting Baron thought for a moment, then tossed his crimson greatsword to Murphy, saying:

“It’s a good chance for me to get a new weapon. I remember there’s a Blood Vulture named blade called ‘Griffin’ in Salrokdar’s private collection. It’s a trophy he acquired during the 4th Black Disaster, that thing suits me well.”

“Indeed there is, go ask Tris for it, my treasure chest key is with her,”

Murphy nodded and said to Kudel:

“Thank you for your cooperation, Civilian Protection Officer.”

“I just find the various rules you set for your warriors quite interesting. It seems to be a unique interaction mode between you and them,”

Kudel responded:

“They are all valiant warriors, I like them very much. Perhaps I should learn from you this more effective communication mode. By the way, you should also bestow upon them a gift for breaking through the enemy lines within the specified time, right?

What are you going to give them?”

“This.”

Murphy waved the Frostfang blade in his hand, saying:

“I learned from Lady Lainnia that Lord Payne asked old Edward to send gifts to us as a symbol of reconciliation. I guess I’ll have better weapons soon. If you plan to get along well with my warriors, Kudel, here’s a suggestion: they like things that have both collectible value and practicality.

Items tinged with legendary stories are the best.

Just one such item can stir up the competitive spirit of most warriors.”

“Hmm, is that so?”

Kudel nodded and said:

“Then it seems I need to find an opportunity to return to Nantes. All the weapons and equipment from my days as a ranger knight were left in my hometown. Those are valuable armaments I collected from various places during my human life.

I guess they would definitely like those very much.”

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