My Players Are So Fierce

Murphy urged his adorable little players to quickly complete the distribution of spoils. It had been almost an hour since they attacked this gnoll camp and Kenport was taken down. Murphy hadn’t received any reports on the situation at Crimson Citadel, and he urgently needed to return to preside over the core of the territory.

But Brother Stick stepped forward when he heard this, saying sincerely:

“Lord Murphy, our victory was achieved under your wise leadership, so I hope you can oversee the distribution of these spoils.”

This made Murphy raise an eyebrow.

He immediately understood what Brother Stick was up to.

Currently, the game “developers” haven’t designed a specific loot distribution mode for the dungeon system. Other dungeons only have tokens and everyone gets them, so there’s no conflict to speak of. But this kind of time-limited raid doesn’t fit that system.

Especially in the case of Kenport, this humanoid monster actually dropped a bunch of usable items. Theoretically, all players who participated in the battle have the right to loot, but how to distribute it is a big problem.

This is dividing the spoils.

If not done well, it could cause trouble.

So, the cunning Brother Stick clearly didn’t want to offend anyone, and planned to let this noble NPC take the blame. After all, in this 100% real game, the NPC intelligence is no less than that of living people, and having Lord Murphy oversee the distribution could minimize the players’ dissatisfaction.

Murphy inwardly snorted.

You want me to distribute just because you say so?

You want me to take the blame just because you say so?

How can you be so clever? Don’t you understand that I’m a main storyline NPC? I need to maintain my perfect image at all times and can’t let the players harbor any resentment. It wouldn’t be worth it if I got backstabbed by you little players in some future situation.

But seeing the little players’ eager, anticipating gazes, Murphy really couldn’t refuse this task.

He turned over ideas in his mind, and then came up with a good one. So Lord Murphy, holding the core bead, said in a loud voice:

“We don’t have so much time now to specifically discuss a reasonable distribution principle. Our territory is still under attack by the gnoll vanguard! We must return immediately. But I can understand that your sacrifices must be rewarded generously enough, so I will grant you, my warriors, the right to clean up this battlefield.

After the battle at Crimson Citadel is over, you can return here to search for everything you can acquire in Kenport’s camp.

I promise you, whatever treasures you find, no matter how precious or rare, will be yours!

As for Kenport’s relics and the gifts in the chest…

At such a moment, let’s see who Lady Luck favors more!”

“Ding”

As soon as Murphy finished speaking, a note popped up on the players’ character interfaces:

【Classic Loot Distribution Mode activated! Now start the first round of dice rolling! The Computation Bead will automatically roll for the fallen, and the one with the highest number gets the item.】

“Holy shit! It’s actually ROLL? Lord Murphy is so good at this!”

Black Stockings Under the Keyboard exclaimed, while Brother Stick was now regretting his decision so much his intestines had turned green.

He originally thought that Lord Murphy would probably distribute the loot according to “contribution” or something, so that he, as the commander, would definitely get a share. He didn’t expect this main storyline NPC to not follow the routine at all, and actually chose the most random of all distribution modes. РΆƝŐВÊŞ

But while Brother Stick was in a bad mood, the other players got excited.

They actually had their own little schemes too.

There were 140 people participating in this battle. If they used other distribution modes, these “laboring masses” definitely wouldn’t get the best items. Rather than that, it’s better to leave it all to luck.

Hmm, as expected of Lord Murphy, fair enough!

Much better than that cunning Brother Stick.

“I’m rolling!”

Invincible Tyrannosaurus Cheche made an exaggerated gesture of waving his fist in place. The 100-sided spirit dice on his character interface spun rapidly and finally stopped at 97, making him excitedly scream:

“Cheche is indeed the chosen one! Haha, 97 points! I think you can all step aside.”

“Holy shit! 100!”

Before he could finish speaking, a shout of surprise came from the crowd.

Kind-Face Giant Shark Uncle stared in disbelief at the 100 rolled by Frostfang Claw next to him, then looked at his own 2 points, and couldn’t help but feel grief welling up.

This directly killed the competition, how can we play now?

“Wait! Sister Pomegranate also got 100!”

Lumina Yanghen shouted.

No third 100 appeared after the others finished rolling, so at Lord Murphy’s indication, Frostfang Claw and Sister Pomegranate looked at each other and rolled again.

This time Sister Pomegranate got 66, while Frostfang Claw got 47.

“It’s yours.”

Murphy smiled at his favored Sister Pomegranate and patted the box on his left.

That was Kudel’s treasure chest.

Sister Pomegranate stepped forward frankly, lifted the spirit box and lightly fished out Kudel’s signature crimson greatsword “Midnight Ranger” amid the exclamations of others.

“I can’t use this, and I don’t think anyone in the team can use it either.”

Sister Pomegranate was delighted inwardly, but then sighed and complained:

“It requires Strength ≥ 13, forget it, I guess not many people can use it at this stage.”

East River Lion’s Roar in the crowd inconspicuously bumped Brother Mao’s shoulder. Brother Mao nodded and then shook his head. He was indeed very interested in that sword, but it’s better to conduct such transactions privately.

“Continue, continue!”

Leading Pigeon shouted.

Rolling dice is always more exciting as it goes on. There’s this temptation in everyone’s personality, but the results of the second roll were far less exciting than the first.

Among the group rolling, only Professor Chen, who had good luck, rolled a 100, directly ending the competition.

The smiling old Chen took out the luxurious yet powerful Frostfang blade from Lord Murphy’s chest under the wide-eyed gaze of the young people.

Before old Chen could carefully appreciate this killing art piece from Nordtov, his private chat exploded.

At least 25 people were trying to reach a private deal with Professor Chen.

Everyone knows that old Chen is an administrative player who doesn’t participate in combat, so wouldn’t such a good weapon falling into his hands just…

“Hmph”

Old Chen pursed his lips.

He didn’t look at the private chat at all, but waved to the crowd and then, in front of them, wore the elegant noble sword at his waist.

This was a statement of his attitude.

The old intellectual with integrity clearly disdained to engage in private transactions in the game.

Besides, what man would refuse such a cool fantasy weapon? Don’t you understand the saying that men are chuunibyou boys until death?

“This dice rolling isn’t good either,”

Ah Yuen complained softly:

“I think it would be better to use DKP or have everyone auction.”

“Of course you think it’s not good when you didn’t get anything,”

Leading Pigeon was quite open-minded about it. He patted Ah Yuen’s shoulder and said:

“So, I guess we’ll have to arrange this distribution system privately ourselves. The developers clearly don’t intend to intervene. We can’t always rely on luck for these things.”

The rhythm of the next few rounds of dice rolling was fast, and Murphy didn’t waste much time completing the distribution of spoils.

Kenport’s three-headed spirit flail “Gnawer” was taken by Precipitation Niuniu Is Not Afraid of Difficulties, the bone shield “Heart of the Clan” was collected by Scholar Xiao Zhou but quickly traded to Niuniu.

The student party was very united and loyal. This was to equip Niuniu, their only tank, with a set of powerful defender equipment. Niuniu repeatedly expressed gratitude that his good brothers were loyal enough and promised to treat Xiao Zhou to a big meal for the next five days, and also to take him and his buddies to run Blood Vulture Halls a few times.

However, this flail is an Exotic Weapon and requires special training.

Fortunately, Niuniu has Amber Nikita Constance, his “cyber wife”, so he can find weapon masters skilled in this among the Witch Hunters to learn from.

Kenport’s voodoo fist blade “Wolf Fang” was obtained by North Forest Dog’s Paddle, then smoothly given to Sister Pomegranate who traded back Kudel’s crimson greatsword “Ranger” to Brother Mao.

The gnoll warlord’s helmet and armor were not distributed because these things are advanced forging materials, so they were directly given to two blacksmith players for analysis or simply melted down for recasting.

Finally, there were the Hunting Priest’s protection totem and several ornaments. This time Meow King and Brother Stick finally had good luck, each getting one item, so it wasn’t a wasted trip.

“Warriors, use your return scrolls!”

Murphy shouted:

“I know this is a risky thing, but Crimson Citadel needs us now!”

At Lord Murphy’s command, the loyal little players naturally couldn’t slack off, and tore open the return scrolls issued before departure with a swish.

Small discussions could still be heard from the crowd.

“Do you think this 1% chance of getting lost is reliable? I feel a bit unsafe, why don’t we ride horses back?”

“Are you crazy? It takes two days to ride from here to Crimson Citadel. By the time you get there, you’ll be just in time to collect the corpses of our NPCs. If you’re a bit slower, you might as well burn incense for the seventh day after death and have a feast.”

“Isn’t this just a hearthstone? What’s there to be afraid of? I don’t believe it, can this thing really send me to another world? Let me tell you, this is all a trick, understand? It’s just an act by the developers to enhance the sense of realism in the game. Even if you really get sent away, at most you’ll just see a cutscene!

Trust me!

It’s not a big deal.”

They spoke thus, disappearing on the spot in the crimson flowing light of the return scrolls.

However, Murphy cunningly didn’t leave. The vampire watched as the last group of administrative players left with their guards, then looked around at the camp still shrouded in Astral Realm shadows. Faint clamor could still be heard from afar, but it was quiet here now, with only Kenport’s headless corpse remaining in place ahead.

This gnoll warlord died miserably and was stripped clean by the little players, leaving only rags wrapping the remains lying in a pool of blood.

Murphy pursed his lips and gripped the core bead to open Hog’s special communication channel.

He said to the other side:

“The spirit energy in the Astral Realm contamination zone will weaken to a harmless level in a few hours. You bring your subordinates to ransack Kenport’s camp and take away everything usable.

But remember to leave some usable equipment!

You can keep one-third of tonight’s harvest, and I’ll send Dorothy and her blood rats to Smuggler’s Woods to receive the rest. You performed very well tonight, Hog Gnawbone.

I’m looking forward to the new story you and your clan will play out on the land of Transia.

You are free, Hog.

Enjoy your new life, of course, I’ll give you one last piece of advice… On the issue of Black Disaster, don’t disappoint me.”

Grateful whimpers came from the other side, but Murphy knew that cunning gnoll was afraid in his heart. However, after tonight, the cooperative relationship between the two sides had been established.

It was the players who supported the Blood Claw Clan and Hog. If it did something wrong, the players would also mercilessly destroy it.

“Swoosh”

Murphy put down the core bead and took out the return scroll, hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and activated it.

The crimson light enveloped Murphy and sent him back to the entrance of the midnight secret chamber in Blood Vulture Halls a few seconds later. He instinctively felt his body and found no missing limbs.

This made the lord let out a sigh of relief.

But in the crowd gathered in front of him, wailing cries were echoing:

“No! Cheche! What’s wrong with you? Cheche, say something!”

Leading Pigeon wailed as he threw himself on the ground.

On the ground before his eyes were only a pile of equipment and weapons that had been sent back, along with several spirit bags. As for where Cheche himself went…

The answer to this question was already self-evident.

“Pop”

A few seconds later, under Murphy’s twitching gaze, the last bit of the return scroll’s effect activated, sending a Computation Bead back from the Astral Realm to its bound save point.

Ah Yuen pounced on it and opened the Computation Bead, from which came Cheche’s miserable screams before he died:

“Holy shit, I’ve been sent to a very strange place, and how come all my clothes and weapons are gone? Shit, where are you guys? Stop playing!

Come out, I’m so scared!

F**k, why does it look like there’s a snake swimming over there?

Shit, how is this snake’s head bigger than the building of Crimson Citadel?

F**k, it saw me.

Shit, I’m gonna die!

Ahhhhh, it opened its mouth, f**k I’m gonna die!”

5 seconds later, this bead that recorded Cheche’s desperate cries before his death shut down, indicating that its owner had died in some godforsaken place in the Astral Realm, but Cheche’s panicked voice of seeking help still echoed like lingering music.

The others maintained an awkward silence, staring at each other in dismay as they mourned for him.

“Huh? Even the 1% chance of bad luck hit him? This is indeed a ‘child of divine punishment’ in some sense.”

Ah Yuen was shocked.

To be honest, he originally thought that the so-called 1% risk of getting lost on the return scroll was just a description made by the developers to enhance the sense of realism, but they really didn’t expect that this thing was actually real!

When they say 1%, it really is 1%, not exaggerated at all.

Developers, you’re being mischievous again, aren’t you?

But even with a 1% probability, there was already a sacrifice in this first large-scale use of return scrolls, so, is Cheche lucky or unlucky?

Murphy rubbed his brow hard, looking at the pile of clothes on the ground with a bit of fear.

He immediately made up his mind never to use the return scrolls made by Tracy again. The little players would only be disconnected for three days if they made a mistake, but if he got sucked in, the whole game would be deleted.

Although Cheche’s experience was heartbreaking to witness and hear, now was not the time to consider this!

Murphy gripped the core bead to activate communication with several of his subordinates, and asked:

“Maxim, Adele! Report the situation! How’s the city?”

“The Serenade Barrier has recovered 70% of its protection, and the remaining areas are still holding on! We haven’t collapsed yet, my lord.”

Maxim’s vigorous answer made Murphy and the other players breathe a sigh of relief, but then Adele brought Murphy a strange message:

“Master, there have been strange distress signals from the northern area of Crimson Citadel for twenty minutes now, but due to the strong spirit interference caused by the overload of the Serenade Barrier, we are unable to establish contact with them.

Could you and the warriors go take a look?

I suspect it might be our ‘friends’ from the north coming!”

“North? Friends?”

The little players surrounding Murphy immediately looked at each other in confusion. They hadn’t heard that the Count of Kadman had any other forces in the north.

Could it be that new NPCs are about to spawn?

“Shh.”

Murphy made a gesture for silence, quieting the whispering players, then he used his bead to check the communication requests from earlier.

This look was quite something, over thirty “missed communications” and all from the same communication frequency.

A smile immediately appeared on Murphy’s handsome face. He sent out a communication request to the other side, and a few seconds later, the communication connected. Under the gaze of the players, he said:

“I thought you were scared off by 20,000 gnolls and wouldn’t dare to come.”

“Seicob knights never ask how many enemies there are. Once we’ve rushed to the battlefield, nothing can stop us,”

Knight Valand’s deep voice sounded from the bead. He said:

“The count said she detected disturbances in the Astral Realm. It seems you just did something dangerous, but I hope you haven’t killed all the enemies or there won’t be any fun left.

See you on the battlefield soon, sir.”

The rude knight hung up the communication, leaving the little players around Murphy full of curiosity.

Who was this person?

How dare he speak so arrogantly?

How dare you be so disrespectful to Lord Murphy, who on earth are you?

Seemingly sensing the players’ confusion, Murphy voluntarily explained:

“Those are friends from the north! They’ve come to support us. You’ll see them soon, the best heavy cavalry in Transia, no, on the entire continent.

Come with me, warriors!

Let us once again raise a slaughter on the battlefield under the midnight, to welcome the rekindling of the ancient holy alliance on this land tonight.

Let’s offer a gift to our friends with a victory that has no suspense.”

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