Chapter 225: 224 Phew, so Lord Murphy’s NPC logic has

Chapter 225 224. phew, so part of Lord Murphy’s NPC logic has the last name Lu?

“That’s just the way it is, Lord Kudel.

We interrogated it, and it told us that it was from the Andromeda Hills, a messenger for a new warlord of some sort that had risen up over there, and had come to the Spectral Barony to recruit the jackal clans over here to obey that warlord, but the jackals over here had beaten it up without any martial decency.

If it wasn’t for the fact that we picked today to launch an attack on them, this unlucky bastard would probably be that clan’s breakfast tomorrow morning.”

Little Vikina deftly told Kudel the whole story of how they captured the jackal messenger, which led the bloodied-winged bailiff to lower his head and glance at the skinny, rope-bound but swollen-nosed jackal.

The latter seemed to feel the icy gaze beneath Kudel’s face helmet, shivered and dared not make any movement, and lowered his head in awe.

“No! It’s not telling the truth.”

Kudel observed carefully, and also reached out and pressed his hand on the neck of this skinny jackal to scrutinize its fur, and then said in an ice-cold tone to Little Vikrama and Sister Pomegranate, who had escorted the captive over:

“The spots on this guy’s pelt are not in the shape of a Transylvanian Jackal, I’ve seen similar pelt spots over a hundred years ago.

It comes from the Dark Mountains!
From the holy land of the Jackals, the Mossy Valley next to the Eternal Rift to be exact!”

“Huh? How dare you lie!”

Little Vikrama swished and drew her hand cannon against the skinny Jackal’s head as she cursed:

“You heartless bastard jackal, thanks to which I even gave you half of my dinner! But you actually lied to us?”

“Gah, didn’t lie! Didn’t lie to the awesome vampire!”

The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against his head, and the talking jackal was all but shaking with fear.

Its gray-green eyes, which were too “flexible” compared to the other jackals, rolled around and screamed in a strange accent:

“I was born here! It’s true! More real than a dog-headed man’s candle! But but but my old man was indeed a Holy Land warrior left here to die, I kid you not! The kind vampires who gave me dinner.

Listen to me, the warlord of the Great Den of Andromeda, Lord Kenport, is in real danger!

I can tell you what it’s planning, and you’re going to need me.

Don’t kill me!
Please!”

“What a sly one.”

Sister Pomegranate skimmed her lips:

“It’s kinda a miracle that a guy who lies like that can be born in the Jackals, maybe we should kill it? I think this guy is still lying, at least not telling all the truth, what do you guys think?”

“No, if it’s really smart it should know that it can’t hide at this point, and I think it’s kinda a not-so-small miracle that you guys actually caught a barbarian smart enough to do that.”

The knowledgeable bailiff shook his head.

He leaned on the scarlet heavy sword in his hand that was freshly stained with the blood of the Jackal Elite leader and said in a hoarse tone:

“Individuals like it aren’t rare in the Black Calamity, especially those Jackalese Mystic Mages, those guys’ cunning isn’t worse than the other races at all. In the last Black Calamity there have been instances of Jackals persuading the routed soldiers of various races to surrender, and there have been more than one.

But now the appearance of such guys before the Black Calamity had arrived seemed to portend ominous.

However, its fate should not be judged by us, two warriors, I need you and your team to escort it back to the Scarlet Fortress immediately and hand it over to Lord Murphy. The information it provides about that warlord in the Andromeda Hills may provide additional help for this jackal hunt in its second phase.”

“Ding.”

A new quest was triggered.

As Little Vikrama glanced at the content content, she shook her head and said:

“This quest reward doesn’t work either, I guess it’s just a messenger quest. I’ll just bring it back alone, Shihua you and the others stay here and continue hunting, what about brushing up on your points, I’ll secretly tell you that I’m definitely supporting you!

Don’t let that pesky Cat overtake you oh.”

“Uh-huh.”

Garnet nodded and watched as little Vikrama spread her wide, bloody wings under the night and flapped up to the terrified screams of the bound, skinny jackal.

A few days of learning to fly had already given her the skill to fly swiftly in the darkness, and with a not-so-skillful turn in the air, she disappeared into the night sky, guided by the violet glow of the Tron of the Star Realm in the distant air.

“This lady, are you a warrior of Maxim?”

As Garnet was about to leave Kudel behind her suddenly called out to her, the Bailiff surveyed the high spirit of battle that wracked Garnet’s body, an aura that rarely appeared in vampires, a dark nature that made it always difficult for Midnight Familiars to give birth to true braves.

So it was no surprise that Garnet attracted Kudel’s attention.

He sized her up and said:
“Your venerable Maxim challenged me, and no doubt he failed, but while his loyalty was both poignant and disturbing, you are the other extreme, and the sight of you reminds me of human martial artists who delve into and specialize in their craft.

Ah, I fought alongside the Protectorate of the Church of the Winter Wolves during the Black Plague a hundred years ago, and I have some experience in the use of fisticuffs and kicks, and my years of travel have allowed me to accumulate some arcane skills that I cannot use, but which are quite valuable.
I’ve heard that you guys like a strong challenge, so would you like to have a little hunting match with me under the moon?”

“And the reward?”

Sister Pomegranate was not one to turn down the task that had been delivered to her, and she popped out her sharp claws to look back at the Civil Protection Officer, who let out a raspy chuckle from beneath his visor and said:

“You warriors are quite as honest as Murphy said, well there will be rewards of course, as I promised to my favored warriors. If you can hunt down five elite Jackal leaders faster than I can before dawn, I will teach you the combat skills I have mastered.”

[Ding! Special Quest-‘The Practice of the Way of the Martial Monk’ has been triggered!

Quest Description: His Excellency Kudel, the Bailiff and Hunting Baron, has taken an interest in your fighting skills, and he seems to be in love with your talent, and has issued a hunting competition for you and has prepared a generous prize.

Quest Objective: Complete the hunt of five elite jackals before Lord Kudel before dawn! Hint: In this fair competition, Lord Kudel will not use any power or skill beyond the Black Iron rank.

Quest Reward: Sanshou Sect Martial Monk Upanishad Handbook – Blistering Fist.

Quest Time Limit: Until the time of dawn.

Yes/No to accept this invitation?]

“Of course! Tonight, I will win back a shred of face for my disgraced monster honcho! His Excellency the Bailiff.”

With a swish of her own wide, bloody wings, Sister Pomegranate slowly rose into the air as her wings swayed, and she gave His Excellency Kudel a martial salute in the air before turning and scurrying off into the darkness of the night.

“An otherworldly martial monk heritage?”

Kudel let out a light chuckle from beneath his fully-covered mask.

He turned and flapped his wider batwings as well, suppressing his Silver rank power to a Black Iron rank as he sped leisurely in the other direction.

Meanwhile, at the resting point under the darkness, the Soldier Strike quartet was eating as well as maintaining their weapons when Hedo spat:
“F*ck, Cat is too fierce! I originally thought that I could still practice with him, but once I saw his heroic posture in the battlefield killing the enemy today, I realized that people usually give in to us, but he’s also a bit too hard today, isn’t he?”

“You know nothing.”

Lin Bei Dog Shaving hemmed and hawed as he modulated the odd alchemical substance:

“Cat is under a lot of pressure, you know that last time he fought with Sister Pomegranate in the gladiator arena, right?”

“Yeah, we all know ah, Cat won ah.”

Kawanishi Wolfwalk said:
“What? There’s an inside story to this?”

“Of course there is!”

Brother Dog Shaving mysteriously shared:
“Brother Cat actually won by one move, you know, according to him it was only half a move anyway, as if it was because of some injuries that caused some flaws in her boxing skills when she was an athlete in her early years or something, anyway, it was a bit of a hard win. He really almost flipped, that woman is very fierce it.

So ah, our cat is under a lot of pressure, people pomegranate sister in the standings is obviously to get back to a city, the cat does not want to lose can only fight.

And there’s also that mission of Lord Kudel!
If Cat wants to become his warrior, he must hunt and kill 20 Elite Heads in 10 days, that’s too harsh, isn’t it? Honestly, I really feel like we’re not playing the same game as Cat and Pomegranate.

We’re playing Happy Fun.

What others are playing is Dark Souls.”

“Actually, we can also play Dark Souls, it’s just that we all work a little harder.”

Shan Nan Hu Xiao, who hadn’t said anything, ate the paste in his hand in one bite, then wiped his mouth and got up on his scarlet war halberd, saying to his three brothers:
“I’ve decided! I’m going to learn from them! I’m going to start hunting elites as well, it’s no fun to bully ordinary monsters, will you guys follow?”

“Follow! You think you’re afraid of you!”

“Make it look like you don’t dare, how about this, whoever dies once in the middle of the hunt will pay for the other three brothers’ meals and drinks for a week afterward, how’s that?”

“The specs can’t be less than 200 bucks a day, yo.”

“Go go go! Get it up! We’re coming in as professionals, don’t let the regular players look down on us.”
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“What? A talking jackal? You mean a psychic individual? But how could Transylvania have such a thing? It’s rare to even see a jackal mystic on our side of the world.”

At this time, Tris, who was preparing some high-level potions in the alchemy hut, received Murphy’s message, and feeling a bit surprised, the psychic master handed over the job at hand to his two apprentices who had been selected among the vampires.

She herself flew back to the Blood Wyvern Corridor, where Murphy and his warrior Vikram were already “interrogating” the short jackal.

The ropes on the latter had been untied, but he didn’t dare to move at all.

Because the Star World Giant Wolf George is lying at Murphy’s feet and staring at it, the Star World Giant Wolf, which has been raised by Murphy to be fat and strong, is full of aggression, and as long as this jackal makes the slightest movement, he will be greeted with the wolf’s kiss of “close contact”.

Although the name also has a “wolf” word, but your material world jackal in any case is not able to put “kinship” to the star world wolves.

Besides, a jackal only looks like a jackal.

They are more like humanoid barbarians than true beasts, from their reproductive patterns to their civilization templates.

“Huh? It’s a Jackal from the Mossy Valley! How peculiar, Transylvania actually does have such unique individuals?”

After coming over, Tris, like Kudel, saw the true origin of this jackalope at a glance.

This caused Murphy to look at her with surprise, his eyes filled with curiosity, obviously asking Tris where she could tell this guy’s “lineage” from.

“Look closely at the spots on the mane where the spine meets the neck.”

Tris pointed her serenade scepter at the skinny jackal and explained to Murphy and Viktor:

“The spots on ordinary jackals are disorganized, occasionally showing odd markings but not noteworthy, but jackals from the Mossy Valley, the holy land of the jackals, show rather peculiar leaf-like and vine-like patterns around their necks.

This is said to be due to the fact that the Valley of Mosses is one of the suspected holy places of Avalon on earth, where the Shadow Elves once worshipped Avalon, the Spider Lady, in a divine place, and the Jackals took it from the Shadow Elves after the Third Black Plague.

And by some strange means, these guys don’t know what, but in short they were able to enjoy blessings from nature there, which allowed them to open up to true wisdom and be endowed with psychic gifts.

Of course, the above theories were just some speculations, and given Mossy Valley’s unique location in the Dark Mountains, there was no way to enter it on a large scale and explore it outside of the time period when the tainted psychic energy was weakening.

Such Jackal individuals are the ‘nobility’ of their race, and most of those famous Jackal warlords in history came from this class.

For example, the Jackal King ‘Bite Bone’ who nearly conquered the world in the last Black Plague was a unique individual born in the Mossy Valley.”

“It’s eavesdropping!”

Little Reed Name, who had been paying attention to the change in the captive’s expression, suddenly shouted out.

Although the jackal’s face was covered with bristles that made it difficult to see clearly, Vikram saw the movement of the creature’s eyes, and it was obvious that the jackal was listening attentively when Mrs. Trixie was talking about the “Mossy Valley”.

“Of course it will listen, the jackals that have been enlightened with intelligence are no different from civilized races, we can’t treat them with the same attitude as the barbarians.”

Tris didn’t care.

She stared at the skinny individual in front of her and threw a special spell towards it, and a cluster of scarlet points of light circled around the jackal several times before dissipating.

This made Tris unusually disappointed, and she said:
“The psychic talent is mediocre, it doesn’t seem to be a secret mage, hunting priest or plague warlock, this one isn’t a ‘high-level item’, just a bit of meager bloodline.”

“It says its father came from the Mossy Valley.”

Murphy explained to Tris:

“That’s what it said to Kudel, and it was this confession that earned it the chance to be sent to us, Kudel thought that the information this one had about Kenport, the new jackal warlord that has risen up in the Andromeda Hills, would be useful to us.”

“There’s no need.”

Tris said, shaking her head:
“The Jackals of Transylvania may be plentiful, but they’re just the routed soldiers left here from the last Black Plague, and their isolation from the Dark Mountains has given them no exposure to the truly brutal eugenics of Jackal society.

It could be said that over the course of more than a hundred years, the local Jackals had evolved into a civilization that was very different from that of the Dark Mountains.

The Jackal Warlord that we can give birth to here isn’t worth worrying about too much, not to mention how long it’s only been, even if that Kenport can converge the Jackals, it won’t have more than 10,000 legions under its command.”

“Seventeen thousand!”

The skinny Jackal messenger suddenly spoke up and corrected:

“Great King Kenpot is very powerful, and Kenpot is not a local Jackal from Transylvania! He comes from the Dark Mountains, is a hunting priest, and was sent by the Great Chief. The Great Chieftain sent many warriors into Transylvania 80 days and nights ago, but it is said that Kenport was the only one who made it out of the Filthy Swamp alive.

It took advantage of the humans killing each other to hide in the Andromeda Hills.

After the Blood Vulture Clan was weakened, Kenport then began to organize my people on a large scale, it recruited in the name of the Great Chief, and many fools obeyed it, it claimed that the Great Chief would conquer the land when the Black Plague came and give it to the native Jackals as a permanent kingdom.

ME.
That is how my clan was taken from me by it!”

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were still an alpha?”

Murphy let out a laugh as he looked at the jackal in front of him, who had a unique fur pattern, and opened his mouth to ask after a few seconds:
“What’s your name? Got a name?”

“I do.”

The skinny jackal’s green eyes rolled a few times, and as the three vampires watched, it faltered:
“I named myself Nash.”

“No!”

Murphy interrupted with a wave of his hand.

As Tris and Viktorina watched, he reached out and handed a handkerchief to the jackal in front of him, signaling for it to wipe the blood from its face.

The vampire lord looked at the skinny jackal in front of him who was wiping his face with the handkerchief, he felt from this guy what none of the other jackals had been able to give him, as if there was a soul hidden in the tiny body that was full of unwillingness to the reality but couldn’t find a solution.

Murphy was familiar with this feeling.

So he narrowed his eyes, a rather subtle and unique expression appearing on his handsome face as he whispered:

“That’s not your real name, that’s just a pseudonym you use to avoid terrible trouble, your real name is ‘Bite Bone’!”

“???”

(End of chapter)