Chapter 102:

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Chapter 102 of "My Players Are So Fierce" starts unveiling mysteries: “I can hardly imagine how so many people managed to survive in the dangerous Blood... Keep reading!

“I can hardly imagine how so many people managed to survive in the dangerous Blood Vulture Halls? And they lived for ten whole nights, where did they get their food from?” In the desolate land of the inner city district of Kadman City, upon receiving the news, Miriam, who had come with the camp guards and a group of officials to take charge of the underground survivors, asked skeptically while riding a horse next to Tris: “Are the Blood Vulture Halls really that vast?” “The Blood Vulture Clan has been nesting here for 400 years, my child. If the vampires didn’t mind being local rats, we could have easily dug out a new Kadman City underground with our claws. The Halls are so vast that you can’t even imagine. There are also some special spaces distorted by concealment spells. Nowadays, the younger generation of vampires has no idea how many secret rooms are hidden layer upon layer underground. Ah, and while I’m on the subject again, I used to have my own luxurious private room in the halls too, you know? Just the bedroom was bigger than my ill-fated manor!” Tris still had that drunken look. Being rejected by Murphy and not allowed to join him in the dangerous halls had left Tris quite disheartened. A few hours ago, when she received news from beneath the halls, she had already drowned herself in alcohol, continuing her drunken slumber. It was Miriam who had to drag her out of bed. After all, with Murphy gone to war, the only one left to keep the camp in order was Tris. Although Miriam was the camp supervisor, the red-haired girl was sensible enough to maintain her judgment of the truth, which was that her current authority came solely from Murphy’s appointment. That’s just how the power structure worked in the Transia region. At least for now. “Your camp is designed to accommodate 1,000 people. Although you’ve already established a rudimentary order, suddenly taking in twice as many survivors will put an extreme strain on your governance system. I’m pessimistic about this.” Next to Miriam, Frayzer, a lieutenant wearing a Goldflower Kingdom military uniform, was fulfilling his duty as the “king’s eyes and ears,” meticulously recording everything he saw and heard during his travels in Kadman City in a notebook. Facing his assessment, Miriam crossed her arms in dissatisfaction and said: “That’s precisely the problem we need to face, Lieutenant. No need for you to worry about such matters. Everyone here has enough reasonable hatred towards the Goldflower Kingdom, so I suggest you worry more about your own personal safety.” “Thank you for the reminder, Miss Miriam.” Lieutenant Frayzer answered matter-of-factly: “As you say, that is indeed the problem I need to concern myself with. I believe King Louis will be surprised by everything that has happened here, especially regarding the ‘Knight of Nantes’ Sir Kudel, who has been missing from the Anju region for nearly a hundred and ten years.” The lieutenant looked at the civilian protection officer Kudel, who was being carried out of the halls on a stretcher by several strong survivors, already put into a slumber by the young lady’s spirit spells. Those civilians he had protected were afraid Kudel would be burned by the sunlight, so they had thoughtfully rigged up a simple canopy over the stretcher. “You know him?” Miriam looked curiously at Lieutenant Frayzer, who did not hesitate to explain: “My family has lived in the Anju region for generations. When I was a child, my favorite folktale was about the ‘Nantes Ranger’ Kudel. He was active nearly two hundred years ago, born a commoner but exceptionally gifted. He was a famous prodigy knight in the Anju region. Even in his youth, he participated in the Avalon Church’s expulsion of vampires and performed many remarkable feats in the ‘Second Night War,’ which mainly took place in the Saxony region. He also took part in the Church’s devastating attack on the Blood Dread Clan. It was Sir Kudel and countless acolyte warriors’ relentless efforts that drove the vampires plaguing Saxony and the Ice Bay region down to the southern Misty Coast. To this day, a fourteen-line poem about Sir Kudel the knight is still passed down in the Saxony province. He was a true folk hero. Apparently, he once had the opportunity to receive a peerage, but unfortunately, during the Fourth Black Calamity that erupted in the year 1000, he went missing while leading a squad of ranger knights against the Gnolls in the Dark Mountains. Some say he died in battle. Others say he simply grew weary of conflict and chose to live in obscurity, but no one could have imagined that this legendary figure, who had spent his life fighting vampires, would end up in such a predicament. Fate has truly been cruel to him.” “Don’t make it sound like we’re the evildoers here.” Tris, riding her horse, pursed her lips. She snorted and added: “Lieutenant, you seem to have forgotten that every time a Black Calamity occurred, Transia was on the front lines against the Gnoll warlords, and the Fourth Black Calamity, which lasted a full ten years, turned half the continent into scorched earth. It was precisely because the vampires you despise, the Blood Vulture Clan, fought to the death on this land that those frenzied Gnolls were unable to charge into your prosperous homeland. The Anju region isn’t that far from here. And the knight Kudel you mentioned also fought side by side with us during the Fourth Black Calamity. Well, I was already a wreck by then, so I don’t know how he became one of the Blood Vulture Clan. But I guess in those circumstances, even Salrokdar couldn’t have turned a renowned human knight into one of us without drawing the attention of the heroes from multiple races. So the truth is probably that Kudel was ‘saved’ by us when he was on the verge of death.” “You turned a human hero into a vampire, depriving him of the ability to return to his homeland or even bask in the sun’s warmth, and you shamelessly call that ‘saving’ him?” Lieutenant Frayzer was enraged, and the brave soldier shouted loudly: “How shameless of you to speak in such a way! You twisted witch!” “Tsk, this is how us vampires operate. If you’re not happy about it, you can go challenge Salrokdar to a knight’s duel in the halls right now. The fact is that a human legend who should have faded away a hundred years ago is still alive today, and whether you want to admit it or not, you should be thanking us that you get to see your childhood hero in person today.” Tris did not even look at this “little brat.” “I must also defend my lord a bit. Although he may seem like a philanderer, he is actually a pure-hearted man...” “I know that madman better than you do! If it’s Palanno coming, then I’d rather request support from old Edward and his wolf pups! This is unbelievable!” Tris was aghast once again, and then scolded angrily: “That out-of-tune lord of yours hooks up with dozens of women each year. Being viewed as a goddess by that indiscriminate scoundrel is simply lowering my standards. Can I request Lord Payne to send a different knight lord to assist? The Second Lord or the Third Lord would do, even though they have their own issues. But at least during the Third Black Calamity, I addressed those two little sisters as such.” “Um, I’m afraid that might not work.” The scout knight from the Blood Pact Knight Order dismounted and quickly approached Tris, performing a standard knight’s bow before saying: “We’ve come here not only in response to Lady Femis’s invitation, Lady Tris, but also to issue a warning. The Fifth Black Calamity is coming!” “A Black Calamity? At this time? Are you joking? No! Is the world playing a joke on us? What have the Blood Vulture Clan done to deserve such calamitous treatment?” “Tris? Are you there?” Just as Tris was rendered speechless by the bad news from the Blood Pact knights, the computation bead tied to her wrist suddenly vibrated. She stepped back angrily and held the thing to her ear. Murphy’s voice came through, tinged with weakness and resignation: “I really didn’t want to drag you into this, but we’ve just discovered a sub-dimension rift opening at the very bottom of the Blood Vulture Halls.” “A sub-dimension rift? At this time? Here? Oh Night Mother, no wonder we’re in such a terrible situation, it’s all our own doing! Tsk, I must have had too much to drink and am hallucinating. How could I be this unlucky? Or perhaps I haven’t had enough to drink.” Tris sighed and brushed the hair from her forehead. She took a deep breath, sensing Murphy’s weakness and worry in his words, and said softly: “Hold on! I’m coming right away! Don’t worry, little Murphy, Tris is here.” “Mmm.” Murphy made a nasal sound before cutting off communication. Tris exhaled and tied her loose hair into a simple, practical braid at the back of her head. This was the classic hairstyle of the “Crimson Witch” back in the day. She then turned to look at the three fully armed Blood Pact knights behind her. She snapped her fingers and said: “Immediately send word to that dog Palanno. I don’t care who he’s bantering with, he has three hours to get to the Kadman City ruins!” “Um, madam.” The scout knight replied calmly: “As an ancient one, you should understand the impact a Black Calamity has on the situation across the continent. According to the Blood Pact Knight Order’s duties and knight’s covenant, the First Lord must personally relay our discoveries in the Dark Mountains to the commanders of various forces. In the face of such a major event, the internal affairs of the Blood Vulture Clan should be postponed.” “I’m not requesting this, soldier!” Tris said coldly: “I understand the knight’s covenant better than you do. I was present when Lord Payne revised it for the third time, and the three new clauses added in that revision were all my suggestions! What I’m talking about now is not the Black Calamity that may destroy the continent months from now, but rather a sub-dimension rift that has opened beneath the ruins of Kadman City! My blood kin has just discovered its existence. And it’s highly likely that it had already anchored itself in the physical world ten days ago. With my shallow understanding of astral spirit energy, the time until it fully opens is estimated to be no more than three days. So I’m ordering you to immediately report this matter to Palanno and Lord Payne! Remember! You have only 3 hours. If the First Lord cannot make it, then we will handle this problem ourselves and bear all the consequences. Ourselves alone!” After speaking, Tris wrapped her braided hair around her neck and let it hang over her chest. She slightly bowed to the dumbfounded scout knight, then turned and summoned her three-eyed raven familiar, Weber. Amid its ominous cawing, she strode off with Bonnie. The scout knight watched Tris disappear, then suddenly snapped back to his senses. He immediately took out the knight order’s rune from his pocket and crushed it. In the next instant, the Blood Pact Knight Order’s spirit smoke signal shot into the sky and exploded at the edge of the night. Sub-dimension rift. He hadn’t heard that term in a long time, as distant as some experiences from a previous life. After all, the last time one of these appeared, the direct result was the overnight disappearance of 300,000 people and the extinction of an entire vampire clan. Indeed! Lady Tris was right, this thing was far more dangerous than the Black Calamity currently brewing and set to hit the continent in a few months.

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