My Players Are So Fierce-Chapter 408

Chapter 408: Lord Murphy Isn’t Afraid of Your Recklessness, but the Moral Requirements of the Gods Are Clearly Higher

The Snegov Family, a notorious criminal family in the Kafhoka region, was famous for producing various ruthless underworld figures.

They had already made a name for themselves in the former Portia Federation long ago, with their family base in “Dnipro”, the largest city on the Kafhoka Plains.

When the Portia Federation still existed, this family almost monopolized criminal operations in the central Kafhoka region, similar to the position of the Wolfsbane Clan on Greenleaf Island, they were legitimate “godfathers.”

However, the Ten-Year War also had a significant impact on these rats of the dark underground.

Especially after the northerners’ army entered Kafhoka and declared occupation during the final stages of the war, the Snegov Family’s authority plummeted amid the chaos of war. No matter how tough they were, they didn’t dare to directly confront the Winter Wolf Legion who were itching to crack some skulls.

Therefore, this once-mighty criminal family is currently in a rather awkward situation.

They have been trying to make a comeback by working connections with several major mafia families within the Kingdom of Nordtov. These efforts were effective, among those thugs previously sent to Transia by the northerners was a messenger from the “Joseph Family”, the local power in North Wind Fort.

That messenger even brought startup capital trying to do business and set up operations with the Snegov Family, but unfortunately couldn’t control his lower half and provoked the cunning Lady Aqua. Both the people and goods were intercepted by the Silver Moon girls.

That messenger and his underlings were also hanged by Maxim to experience the simple joy of swinging.

In short, the little players actually weren’t dealing with these out-of-town gangs for the first time. It’s just that because the girls didn’t take this small matter seriously, others weren’t too clear about the northern gangs’ way of doing things.

But this doesn’t matter.

Anyway, these tomb raiders from the Snegov Family have already done unforgivable bad things in the Seicob territory, in the players’ eyes, they’ve turned “red-named”.

Hey, once their health bars are showing, who cares who they are, just finish them!

“Meow King, advance slowly, be careful not to be discovered. Little Hands has already snuck into the outskirts of their camp and is putting poison in their food. Brother Stick’s cavalry is blocking the front, they’ve already formed their formation.”

Tobacco Mulberry has been getting better and better at his role as a scout.

Sitting on the back of a gargoyle soaring in the sky, he maintained his detection spell while observing the situation below, transmitting orders to each node through the temporary communication network built by the computation beads.

In his view, the Big Bird Spin Spin Spin team was approaching from behind the tomb raiders’ camp set up in the mountain valley, while on the flat ground in front of these guys’ escape route, 22 winged cavalry had formed a loose dispersion formation ready to launch a devastating charge at any time. Little Rich Brother and his manticore acted as rovers wandering on the edges of the battlefield.

The deployment of this formation clearly showed no intention of leaving an escape route for these tomb raiders who had crossed the border.

After all, given Brother Meow’s group’s current situation, they couldn’t show mercy anymore. Although they actually had nothing to do with the aftermath of this matter, Avalon’s divine punishment had already indicated they had an inextricable connection to the occurrence of this evil deed.

As followers of Nature, they must personally cleanse their sins and obtain forgiveness from the Count Seicob’s family, otherwise this matter would not be considered finished.

This also indirectly proved that the Avalon god was indeed watching the players. As far as they knew, there had never been a precedent among other followers on the continent where a deity would impose divine punishment over a tomb raiding incident.

“There are about 50 tomb raiders, they’re very alert, with well-equipped sentries scattered around. Be careful! These guys don’t seem ordinary.”

Tobacco Mulberry shared the details he observed with his companions one by one, while the responses transmitted through the communication network indicated everyone had entered combat readiness.

Tobacco Mulberry himself also drew his staff and began adjusting the gargoyle’s position. Behind him on the gargoyle’s broad back, a box of incendiary bottles had been secured, this was the new position Tobacco Mulberry created for himself by leveraging his “professional advantages”. When necessary, he could serve as a “bomber”.

The avengers from Transia had approached, but the Snegov Family’s tomb raiding gang still hadn’t sensed the danger.

In the central tent of this temporary camp, Joel, the leader of the tomb raiding gang, was admiring his “spoils” from this expedition.

They actually hadn’t taken too many things from Count Seicob’s tomb.

On one hand, this was because the tomb was from 400 years ago, and most of the spirit items stored inside had already lost their effectiveness due to the passage of time.

On the other hand, Count Seicob was a mountain folk.

They never viewed gold and silver as treasures worth cherishing, so there weren’t the kinds of riches these tomb raiders most desired in the count’s tomb.

However, the Snegov Family didn’t come here to take risks purely for wealth.

Joel was already middle-aged.

He was very thin and looked somewhat malnourished. This guy’s face was always cold, and looking carefully, his left pinky was missing a segment.

That was a “memento” left from an unsuccessful tomb raid in his youth. A similar memento on his back covered in strange tattoos was a shameful brand marking him as a “thief”.

He had spent half his life in northern prisons, and it was that “enlightenment in the dragon arena” experience that gave him his powerful skills and veteran experience today.

Now, under the illumination of the somewhat dim gas lamp, Joel was using a handkerchief to wipe the barbaric double-bladed battle axe in the weapon case before him.

This thing’s appearance was quite simple and elegant.

The entire axe body had no superfluous decorations, only some elegant markings on the handle, those were the mysterious letters the mountain folk learned after being blessed by the Nature spirits.

After being buried for 400 years, this savage weapon hadn’t lost even a bit of its imposing presence. Now under the lamplight, its snow-bright blade could still make Joel feel a chill on his neck.

This wasn’t just psychological, actually when Joel laboriously moved the blade, there would be visible frost running wild on that sharp edge.

Through that layer of swirling ice mist, one could faintly see the dark blue berserker runes existing on the blade.

This phenomenon was enough to prove its uniqueness.

This weapon was the beloved possession of the first Count Seicob. It accompanied Count Seicob as he walked out of the forest to join the slaughter of the Black Plague gnolls. In that count’s 137 years of life, most of his stories were related to this battle axe.

It was called “Vam’s Executioner”.

Just this name alone was full of legendary color, because “Vam” was the divine name of the Berserker, the war god worshipped by the Caesar barbarians of the Ice Bay region.

A weapon that could be named after a deity was naturally no ordinary item.

The Executioner axe was not only viewed as legend and myth among the mountain folk, but corresponding legends also spread in the Kafhoka and even Great Wilderness regions.

Because the first Count Seicob was once a close friend of the Hero King Boris, and when the Hero King led the clan warriors to attack the Great Wilderness, he also received assistance from Seicob’s winged cavalry.

This resulted in this weapon’s historical value being as profound as its combat value.

“A legendary item, actually resurfacing after 400 years, this seems to be an ominous sign.”

Joel finished wiping the battle axe and carefully placed it in the weapon case, then picked up the first Count Seicob’s battle armor and slowly cleaned the dirt in those battle marks.

As he wiped, he thought to himself:

“Could everything the Thieves Guild’s envoy told the family head be true? A chaotic era is approaching, and everyone who senses the coming storm should prepare early.

Come to think of it.

If they hadn’t truly felt a threat, how would the usually low-profile Thieves Guild commission us to come all this way to retrieve this weapon?

This is troublesome.

Putting aside the mountain folk’s subsequent revenge, just getting involved in Transia’s affairs alone is enough to bring trouble to the family. The local vampires haven’t all died out yet.”

Joel narrowed his eyes and thought:

“Those midnight dogs aren’t easy to deal with. The family head really lost his mind for the sake of joining the Thieves Guild, daring to get involved in something like this.

Is this something that sewer rats like us can meddle in?

But the local youngsters are still too green, their intention of finding someone to take the blame and then intercepting halfway was too obvious.

Hehe, fortunately we acted first, otherwise we’d really have to compete with some colleagues for this deadly job.”

This cunning old fox understood everything crystal clear in his heart.

He had already sensed an uneasy threat, but as a tomb raiding gang cultivated at great expense by the Snegov Family, they couldn’t refuse orders from the Snegov godfather.

Under the chaotic bigger picture, these people without foundations had no power to choose their fate, and could only go with the flow.

“However, the mission requirements asking us to take the weapon and battle armor is one thing, but why do they want us to take even the first count’s remains and even the ashes of his several beloved dogs?”

The old tomb raider still had a doubt that couldn’t be answered.

He looked at the properly arranged bones and several bags of ashes placed in the box beside him. Compared to Vam’s Executioner and this set of count’s battle armor, the first count’s remains were actually the most important part of this operation.

Old Joel couldn’t understand the Thieves Guild’s strange orders. For tomb raiders, they only sought wealth and wouldn’t usually take away remains, that kind of inauspicious thing.

“Boss, the midnight snack is ready.”

A rough voice sounded from outside the tent, and a big guy with strange tattoos on his face walked in carrying a bowl of meat soup, respectfully handing the soup to old Joel.

But his gaze lingered on Vam’s Executioner in the weapon case.

This muscular big guy seemed to be fantasizing about the invincible scene of himself wielding this legendary divine weapon on the battlefield.

“Hey, stop dreaming.”

Joel noticed his subordinate’s desire and greed, saying disdainfully:

“More lives have fallen under Vam’s Executioner’s blade than all the people you’ve seen in your life. This legendary item from the barbarians has been stained with too much killing aura.

Even it itself has become a murderous weapon.

Of course you can casually grip it and kill, but only those who don’t fear death and even dare to embrace death, viewing it as a kind of glory, are qualified to become its next master.

Know why the successive heads of the Seicob family all kept this weapon in the ancestral tomb, and didn’t take it out even when Seicob City was breached?

They knew very clearly that they couldn’t control such an instrument of slaughter!

Neither can you.”

“I think I can! I’ve killed people too, more than one.”

That thick-necked subordinate retorted stubbornly, only earning Joel’s contempt.

Private brawling and killing was completely different from true battlefield killing aura, only fools would think having blood on their hands made them fierce warriors.

But he didn’t intend to stop his foolish subordinate’s fantasies.

Breaking others’ stupid dreams was something that would earn hatred. Let this fool continue to be immersed in his unrealistic ambitions and willingly become cannon fodder under his command.

Hey, this cruel world really is interesting.

Old Joel thought so as he picked up the wooden spoon preparing to enjoy his midnight snack, but the instant he was about to put the meat soup in his mouth, Joel suddenly twitched his nose.

“This soup is problematic! It’s been poisoned! It’s the Thorn Clan’s ‘Paralysis Kiss’! F**k! Someone’s snuck in! Grab your weapons!”

The old tomb raider jumped up throwing the meat soup in his hand to the ground, drawing the snake-shaped short sword at his waist about to rush out, while that thick-necked guy beside him seemed to sense a good opportunity, reaching out to grab Vam’s Executioner.

He seemed to be planning to start his “legendary career” from tonight.

However, before his fingers could touch the legendary axe’s handle, a bone gnoll dagger flashed out of the shadows, mercilessly and unreservedly stabbing into his thick neck with a fierce momentum.

Frostfang Claw, hiding in the shadows wreathed in dispersing black smoke, swung another bone dagger, kicking the thug to the ground amid painful groans, then pressed down on that head covered in weird tattoos in front of old Joel, viciously stabbing the dagger into the opponent’s eye.

As the blade was pulled out with a shattered eyeball, blood instantly splattered.

The swaying corpse crashed to the ground. Frostfang Claw, who had never announced joining tonight’s operation, flicked the blood off his daggers. He stood between old Joel and the burial goods, staring at the tomb raider before him with a kind of indescribable anger and disgust.

Old Joel was panicking now.

Not just because he saw the Crimson Citadel badge hanging on Fangfang’s assassin armor, but more because he heard the camp outside had already fallen into chaos.

Amid vigorous shouts of “Great Avalon!”, it seemed an army of avengers had entered the camp. More terrifyingly, old Joel felt the ground trembling.

He knew very clearly that in this area, only one type of people could stir up this level of earth-shaking tremors.

Winged cavalry!

The Seicob territory’s winged cavalry had come!

Their tomb raiding had been exposed, and now they would suffer the fury erupting from the Seicob Count’s descendants and the forest.

“I can give you money!”

Old Joel shouted:

“I have three secret treasure caches! I also know the location of the Snegov Family’s treasury, spare my life! Just pretend you never saw me!

I’ll give it all to you.

Brother, you’re also a thief, right?

Look, we’re colleagues, no need to be so extreme!”

Faced with his plea for life, Fangfang’s response was quite direct, he charged forward with his dual blades, giving old Joel no chance to explain or persuade.

In the instant the two clashed, old Joel heard Frostfang Claw’s deep and cold voice:

“Tomb raiders! Never thought I’d see disgusting things like you even in this new world, but here you won’t be sentenced, there’s no such merciful ending for you.

You only have death ahead!

To be frank…

I’m honored to serve as tonight’s executioner!”

Because this tomb raiding incident hadn’t just caught the attention of Brother Meow’s group among the deities, Lady Dorothy had also been watched by the Nature god because she didn’t control her subordinates’ mouths, causing her, a vampire, to be noticed. That big sister didn’t have Lord Murphy’s calm attitude of being watched by various gods without panic.

No exaggeration, Dorothy was almost scared to death at the time.

Therefore, the Blood Rat Gang’s boss now had no less determination to resolve this matter than the players. Since she couldn’t come personally, she could only send her most excellent apprentice, and for Fangfang, he was determined to participate in tonight’s slaughter without even a moment’s hesitation.

Fangfang had long been fed up with the stupid things those damn tomb raiders did to precious cultural relics in reality, so for him, this was a personal grudge!

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“56 heads represent the washing away of shame, while the recovery of burial goods means the mountain foot tribe can continue to fulfill their sacred duty.”

The next day at noon, beside the tomb outside the ancestral forest, Countess Sharon looked with disgust at the tomb raiders’ heads being placed together in the distance by the mountain folk, preparing to be burned as offerings to the ancestors.

She turned back to Brother Stick and Brother Meow saying:

“As a descendant of the Seicob family, I really thank you all very much for everything you’ve done for my family, especially when I learned these bastards actually dared to desecrate the ancestors’ remains…

I almost committed a great mistake in my ignorance.”

“This is what we should do, Countess.”

Brother Meow wasn’t thinking about the spoils in the tomb anymore at this point.

A slaughter of evil-doers had canceled his divine punishment status, making him feel refreshed and clear-headed, sighing inwardly that evil deeds indeed shouldn’t be done, while making a pretentious response to the Little Countess Sharon.

However, in the next second, little Sharon shook her head.

She reached out to touch the recovered Vam’s Executioner battle axe, saying:

“Keeping this thing in the tomb forever isn’t right either. This theft incident getting out will only mean my ancestors will never have peace.

Therefore I plan to reactivate this battle axe.

It was originally forged 400 years ago by barbarian craftsmen specifically for my ancestor to fight against the Black Plague. Being used again now against this approaching Black Plague won’t dishonor my ancestors.

I think if my ancestors’ spirits are in heaven, they would also be proud of my decision.”

The little countess swept her gaze over the brightened eyes of these warriors before her.

She inwardly marveled that Lord Murphy’s suggestion was indeed useful, then changed the topic, coughing once, saying to the group of warriors flexing their muscles before her:

“However, there is only one Vam’s Executioner, and only one set of ancestral battle armor. I can only lend it to the most valiant warrior.

Moreover, after the Black Plague ends, after the suffering on this land ends, after the tragedy of Seicob City ends, after the mountain folk’s hatred for foreign enemies ends, this battle axe must be returned to the tomb.”

“Ding”

The light prompt from the computation bead represented another quest being triggered.

Brother Stick and Brother Meow’s expressions immediately fell.

Sure enough, this quest was again competitive in nature, requiring them to be active near the ancestral forest in the coming month.

Only those warriors who gained unanimous recognition from the mountain folk would be qualified to use this legendary weapon.

“Damn! I’m about to go farm and repair defense lines, I won’t be able to come back before the Black Plague ends.”

Brother Stick patted Brother Meow’s shoulder with a regretful face, saying:

“I won’t compete, you go for it.”

“Hehe, then I won’t be polite.”

Brother Meow grinned, saying:

“As a Red Knight candidate, I indeed need a powerful divine weapon… Eh, don’t look at me like that, I know I was wrong, I’ll tell the little countess everything about the cause and effect, we’ll accept whatever punishment she has for us.

I’m willing to do this wholeheartedly, the price for making mistakes here is indeed exaggerated.

Seems like even in a game, we can’t be reckless.”