My Players Are So Fierce

As a result, she received a glance from Murphy.

“Well, this personality change of yours is quite sudden, young lady. You wouldn’t have said such things before.”

The vampire lord said in a subtle tone:

“I know I’ve given you advice before, but I’m not sure if this change is related to the nonsense I spouted, nor do I know if this change is good or bad.”

“It has nothing to do with you!”

Femis snorted and said:

“It’s just that Lord Payne spoke with me. He told me he knows everything I wanted to hide, and he doesn’t mind. Or rather, after Salrokdar’s death, those sin descendants have all perished with eternal silence until no one cares anymore.

The lord said I represent a potentially beautiful choice for the future.

He told me to start my life anew and let my future blossom under the push of fate.

You know, when your greatest fear dissipates, your mood naturally lightens up. Of course, I admit your persuasion was quite effective too.

If you view life as a game in pursuit of pleasure, then trying a new lifestyle is a necessary choice.

So, Murphy.”

The young lady gripped her blade whip at her waist and said softly:

“Let’s go beat her up, to vent for my friend.”

“Well, it’s not impossible.”

Murphy was somewhat tempted.

Of course, apart from comforting his own offspring and venting for her, Murphy also wanted to see for himself the fighting prowess of the official members of the legendary Blood Pact Knights.

However, before the two counts could set off for personal revenge, or even find a sack to trap the Silver archer knight, they were forcefully suppressed by the suddenly appearing Blood Vulture Grand Duchess.

“It’s useless, don’t cause trouble.”

Tris’s voice rang out from the shadows.

The Blood Vulture Grand Duchess, holding a glass of iced blood-red wine, like a mature and seductive enchantress, tossed her hair in self-admiration, took a light sip of the wine, and then explained in a languid tone:

“All descendants of Cappadocia have that punchable attitude, without exception, even Lord Payne. But it’s not their choice! You must understand that a normal person wouldn’t casually say such hurtful things.

Lainnia isn’t a fool either, she knows the consequences of angering us on our turf.

But she just can’t control it.

She’s a ‘descendant of pride’, ponder on that title for a moment.

Elves are already known for their arrogance, and now with the addition of ancient pride blood from Lord Payne, it’s hard for them to conceal their contempt and rudeness towards others. From the aspect of being dislikeable alone, if not for the rule-breaking, crazy Wolfsbane thugs leading the way, the Blood Knights would have long taken the crown.

They can never control their mouths, and this is already the least annoying flaw in their long midnight life.

What I mean is, if you’re going to collaborate with the Blood Knights in the future, you’ll have to learn to tolerate their arrogance.”

“Is there such a saying?”

Murphy frowned and said:

“But that’s not right, Lord Palanno doesn’t act so overbearing.”

“Oh?”

Tris blinked her eyes and asked in a drawn-out voice:

“That lunatic Palanno stayed in our territory for two days and two nights. I ask you, have you seen him voluntarily speak to anyone other than you, me, and old Finoch? That lunatic’s arrogance has already broken through the sky, Murphy.

You can’t perceive it, only because you’re also a beautiful thing in his eyes. Try being ugly for a bit and see, any of his behaviors would make you want to slap him.

Ah, you two are still too young, your understanding of our race is too superficial.

The Cappadocia are always arrogant and rude, just as the Lessenbra are always immersed in endless desire, just as the Torrez are always thinking about destroying precious things in others’ hands, just as the Giovanni always can’t suppress their desire to plunder all beautiful things in the world.

And the Gongreau’s irritability and belligerence, like the Nosferatu’s never-ending anger, are all toxic things in the world that make people recoil at the sight.

Compared to our superficial original sins, the most mysterious and mystery-loving Malkavians hide in the darkness trying to manipulate everything, their morbid desire to control everything seems even more unacceptable.

But you must understand!

This is what Blood Clans are!

This is the norm of vampires’ dark life under the midnight!

If you don’t plan to become friends with a flawed vampire, you’ll soon become a loner under the midnight.”

“Tsk tsk, but I feel I’m quite good,”

Murphy rubbed his chin and said:

“My life is so disciplined, I don’t have a unique pursuit of any desire. Of course, except for a certain beauty who has already moved into my heart.”

This self-praising statement made Tris roll her eyes. She said:

“You’d better say this after removing your desire for domination and manipulation of your warriors from your mind. Anyway, my point is, don’t harbor hostility towards Lainnia. She came here hoping to be part of the solution, so don’t try to turn her into a problem.

Moreover, her elder, the Third Lord Yvette, is quite a troublesome figure. Compared to her crazy hobbies, even that lunatic Palanno seems benevolent.

Given our current situation, it’s better not to provoke them.

Now that Femis has returned, perhaps we can put your previously mentioned initial exploration of the Count of Seicob’s domain on the agenda.

Femis, you’ve met the old Count of Seicob before, right?”

“Yes, I met him with my father, more than once.”

Femis replied:

“The Count of Seicob was a brave and powerful mountain folk leader and winged cavalry lord, also one of the military leaders of the Portia Federation. Unfortunately, he died two years ago during the Pioneer Army’s invasion of Seicob City. I once led the Midnight Hunters to aid them, but I couldn’t save him and his family before the city fell.

Seicob City is now in ruins.

It’s still shrouded in the spirit plague used by the Pioneer Army, and no one knows what’s hidden in those ruins. Conservatively estimating, the plague ghouls and worse plague skeletons scattered throughout the ruins are just the most trivial troubles we’ll face.”

“You’re the one among us most familiar with that area, so given Murphy’s desire to control all of Transia, you should fulfill some duties for your governor and your family.”

Tris took a sip of wine and ordered:

“You’ll lead the new members of the Blood Vulture Clan to the Count of Seicob’s domain, relocate all the subjects you can find there to the Count of Kadman’s domain. Also, look for the last of the winged cavalry, Murphy wants to make contact with them.

Under the threat of the Black Disaster, it’s also necessary to have those powerful shock cavalry return to the ranks.

Additionally, I can sense that some of the Blood Vulture traitors are still hiding in northern Transia.”

“Regarding those traitors, I have new information here that you’ll definitely be interested in.”

Murphy handed the intelligence scroll about the suspected “Lady Cecilia” leading the Blood Vulture rebellion, which was revealed by Mary’s unfortunate group, to the young lady. After taking a look, her expression turned cold.

She said without hesitation:

“Then leave it to me, I won’t disappoint the Grand Duchess, but I request Adele’s assistance.”

“No problem, Mary’s newly surrendered group is also under your command. Train them well, let them know what traits are needed to become a member of the new Blood Vultures, but my warriors can’t accompany you this time.”

Murphy said:

“They’re about to engage in the eradication of all gnoll bandits within the entire domain of the Count of Kadman. This is just the beginning, their goal is to exterminate all gnolls on this land before winter arrives.”

“Hmm, that’s quite a heavy task.”

Femis sighed and said:

“Now that Kadman City has been destroyed, there are probably far more gnolls roaming this land than humans, not to mention their numerous kobold followers.”

“Yes, the pressure is immense, the work is arduous, but fortunately, they have enough potential to accomplish this. Let’s not talk about this anymore. Come, there’s someone I want to introduce to you.”

Murphy patted Femis’s shoulder, bid farewell to Tris, and then led Femis to the back of the Blood Vulture Halls, where they happened to meet Count Andrei, who was sitting in a corner brewing tea, and his servant Vesta standing by his side.

“Thorn Clan?”

Femis said in surprise:

“How do we have northerners here?”

“Well, that’s a long story.”

Murphy shook his head and said:

“You can ask him yourself. The reality is, the Count of White Mountain and his faction will stay here until the Black Disaster ends. I’ve decided to find something for him to do, so he’ll serve as your deputy for this mission.

The administration of Anderma Hills can also be handed over to him. This former royal member has a talent for this. Do you have any questions about this?”

“No, this guy looks quite melancholic, his silence suits my style well.”

Femis responded:

“Moreover, the Thorn Clan’s silent stalking and precise assassination in the night will also be very helpful for this operation. But do you really trust him?”

“If I don’t do my job well during this period, Count of White Mountain will replace me as the governor of Transia.”

Murphy blinked, revealing a subtle smile, and said:

“Of course, I trust him, completely trust him, just as much as I trust all my midnight brethren, no more, no less.”

Femis easily grasped the underlying meaning in Murphy’s words and nodded, saying:

“Then leave it to me. If necessary, he will unfortunately ‘suffer an accident’.”

“My, you’ve really grown a lot on this journey.”

Murphy couldn’t help but exclaim:

“In the past, I always had to explain the meaning behind my words to the innocent you, but now, you’ve become a young lady who can be relied upon and brings a sense of security to your companions. It’s wonderful! The days of the Blood Vulture Clan’s resurgence don’t seem too far off.

However, before you set off northward, I have a small request. Could you guide me on the techniques of using the blade whip?

This thing seems to have some kind of magic to it.

When I hold it, I always feel an uncontrollable aggression.

Is this normal?”

“It means it likes you, just as the object of fear in a slave master’s hand always likes to taste blood.”

Femis smiled very happily, speaking like a true vampire, half-hidden yet suggestive:

“Good people can’t use good whips well. After all, since its creation, this weapon has never symbolized anything good. Lord Murphy, you truly are a natural midnight bastard.”

“Yet you are a blade whip expert, so, we’re all the same here.”

——

The young lady had changed greatly.

She wanted to start a new life truly her own, which seemed to make her transform from the bottom of her heart and break away from her original rigid, family doctrine-centered life. No longer being a puppet on strings could truly give the soul freedom, and Murphy was pleased to see such a change.

Essentially, he didn’t really like making friends with dull people either.

After spending some time practicing blade whip techniques and obtaining a book titled 《Outline of Using Exotic Weapons》 personally written by Salrokdar from the young lady, Murphy walked out of the Blood Vulture Halls, rubbing his neck and cheeks that were cut open by the snake-like blade whip and were now healing.

Under the midnight sky, the vampire couldn’t help but sigh, that whip in Femis’s hands seemed to have been given a soul.

Fierce and vicious, like a blood-craving snake.

Hmm, a Blood Clan girl with a whip, cool!

The little players will probably go even crazier for the transformation of the expressionless rich loli in the future.

Murphy spread his Blood Wings and lightly rose into the air, beginning tonight’s patrol of his domain. He didn’t stay in the old city that was about to start reconstruction or the forward camp, instead leaving the range of the Blood Vulture Halls and flying towards the northern night sky.

He planned to take a look at the Baron of Leim’s domain.

He wanted to see with his own eyes the areas that were about to be chosen as collective farms under his orders, which would be the new homes for the subjects relocated from the surrounding areas.

However, to Murphy’s surprise, he sensed a familiar feeling floating in his heart halfway through his journey. He folded his wings and descended towards the hills below, landing near a chaotic gnoll den amidst the crow-like screeching of the Blood Vulture Spirit Revnor.

He looked ahead.

His “monster” subordinate, along with his three equally silent offspring, was rampaging through this rather large gnoll bandit den like tigers among sheep, slaughtering at will.

In the past in Transia, such frenzied killing by vampires would only be for food or vengeance.

But the Blood Vulture Clan vampires had many bad habits. Priding themselves on tradition, they never drank blood from anything other than humans. Of course, the fat old rats raised in Tris’s manor didn’t count, because Tris wasn’t a typical Lessenbra vampire.

Therefore, it could be deduced that Maxim and his offspring’s midnight hunt could only be for more practical reasons.

Murphy didn’t interrupt Maxim’s battle, he just closed his eyes and switched his perspective to that of Revnor, who was rapidly flying over the Baron of Leim’s domain in the midnight.

Through the Blood Vulture Spirit’s rapid flight and reconnaissance, Murphy was surprised to find that within the range of the five villages accommodated by the entire Baron of Leim’s domain, there were no traces of any large gnoll settlements left. But just a few days ago, this place was full of gnoll bandit camps of all sizes, just like other parts of Transia.

This could only mean that without Murphy’s knowledge, Maxim had already begun to fulfill his responsibilities as a baron, but unfortunately, this wasn’t what Murphy wanted to see.

A few minutes later, Maxim, full of killing intent, came to Murphy’s side and said:

“My lord, are you here to inspect the sites chosen for those farms? I’ve already ordered Berkeley, the village chief of Leim village, to lead his villagers to clear the areas around the farms. They’ve also cut down many trees. As soon as the subjects arrive, they can start building.”

“I don’t doubt your execution ability, but you know that as a baron, you should be controlling the big picture rather than personally coming to slaughter these insignificant gnolls, right?”

Murphy sighed and said:

“If you kill them all, where will my warriors find their Quest Objectives? You know, Miriam issues tasks every day, asking warriors to bring back 10 pairs of gnoll claws.”

“They can go to more distant places.”

Maxim sheathed his Jade Blade, saying quite nonchalantly:

“Transia is full of gnolls, these things can never be completely killed off. I just always feel unspent energy and desire for battle at night, and the Fight Club is about to open. It always needs some elite monsters to fill the scene. As you said, the warriors hope to get worthy challenges.”

Behind him in the darkness, three Black Iron rank vampire offspring were using chains to drag four or five elite gnolls and kobold geomancers that had been beaten half to death away from the corpse-strewn den.

Well.

This reason was indeed something Murphy hadn’t thought of.

Besides being the Baron of Leim and the commander of the Kadman People’s Army, Maxim was also the operator of the Fight Club.

Dangerous elite monsters don’t automatically respawn in the arena, they can only be captured by Maxim, the “big boss,” personally leading his offspring.

Indeed, behind every successful gameplay, there are NPCs bearing the burden and moving forward.

Tsk, to be honest, it’s quite miserable.

“Shouldn’t the Fight Club form a slave-catching team?”

Murphy asked, to which Maxim replied:

“Actually, I have a better idea, master. What if I give your warriors tasks to capture elite monsters alive, then throw the monsters they bring back into the arena as their enemies, and then have them pay for tickets to challenge the monsters they captured themselves…

Uh, it sounds a bit strange.

But I think it’s feasible. As long as I can pay the warriors enough rewards, they’ll be willing to do it. And judging from the betting situation in the last Fight Club event, I only need to spend a little gold or weapons and equipment to get a high return.”

“Hmm, not bad. This change in thinking proves that you are indeed growing, which is exactly what I hope to see.”

Murphy nodded in satisfaction, but then he said:

“But after the collective farms are established, you probably won’t have so much leisure time. I mean, you still need to fulfill your management functions as a lord.”

“But I’m planning to appoint my knights.”

Maxim spread his wings and took off following Murphy, saying matter-of-factly:

“I’m about to appoint five knights. I think they can fulfill the management duties on my behalf. After all, rather than a ruler, I might be more suited to continue being a warrior. Just like the alpha wolves under the wolf king, always staying alert, always staying fierce, always staying hungry.

You need my strength, far more than my subjects need my wisdom.

After all, I’m not known for my wisdom.”

“Whatever you say.”

Murphy couldn’t be bothered to correct Maxim’s concept swapping. It seemed this monster lord was truly not interested in management and throwing his weight around. So he changed the subject and said:

“The Blood Pact Knights have arrived at the Crimson Citadel, but their leader spoke rudely to your companion Adele. Sigh, you know, there are some things that Femis and I can’t do due to our status.”

“Understood, my master.”

A eager smile appeared under Maxim’s battle helmet as he said softly:

“Your war hound is willing to take this worry off your mind.”

“But she is a powerful Silver rank archer knight. You might need to fail many times before you can taste the wine of victory.”

“Hmm, isn’t that even better? Things easily obtained have no value for collection. You see, I’ve also been infected by your warriors’ pickiness about rewards. But as you said, this isn’t a bad thing.”