Chapter 265 264 The Scourge of Wolfsbane for “Huo整挺好 “兄弟加
Chapter 265: 264: The Scourge of Wolfsbane – For Brother “Huo Zheng Quite Well” [1420].
“F*ck, this is too tragic, isn’t it?”
Brother Woo Meow’s group of seven formed a standard hunting squad as they wandered through the darkened sewers.
There were burning battlefields as far as their eyes could see, and there were a thousand stone statues left behind after the Wolfsbane and Blood Vulture vampires had been taken out, but that was nothing, the most exaggerated were the players.
The difference in individual strength made it difficult for the players to defeat the Wolfsbane elites one-on-one, but the tempting drops and the fact that the racial quest was stuck there made the players quickly adopt a rather “aggressive” approach.
“I don’t think it’s always a good thing that the bug that left corpses behind after death was fixed.”
Sanwu Dou whispered.
He glanced at the charred bones that were almost blown apart at his feet, and bent down to remove the small player’s distorted psychic dog tags from the charred corpse, on which he could vaguely see the name of Brother Loyalty engraved.
And next to the ignited body, there was a pile of something hard to describe, like a burnt “wolf venom meat steak”, vaguely able to see the general appearance of a person.
The worst thing was that the wolfsbane psychic who was blown up and set on fire was still alive, and her super-strong body with wolfsbane allowed her to heal herself.
“Grab her and arrest her! Sell into the fight club as a gladiator, this elite can be sold for at least 100 gold coins!”
The nearby Brother Qu and Brother Black Silk had no psychological burden at all, they picked up ropes and tied up the miserable Wolfsbane Elite, while Brother Meow Meow paid no attention to his own brother’s actions as if he was a “slave catcher” at this moment, he just raised his eyes to look around at the sewer that was gradually quieting down in front of him.
At this time is nearly dawn, this wolf venom attack from the start to now has been more than three hours, the most intense and crazy battle has come to an end.
Just from the scene in front of him, it was clear that both players and NPCs had suffered heavy damage.
In addition to advancing into the blood vulture corridor that battle only survived three people do not count, this is almost the hardest and most tragic battle players have ever fought in the game.
So Brother Woo Meow quickly sent a message on the world channel:
King Woo Meow: [Are there any brothers still alive in the sewers? Squeak out and report your coordinates, we’ll go pick you up.”]
Reed Name Female Sword Saint: [No more, woo woo woo, they’re all gone, I’m the only one left in the Silver Moon Regiment who survived, this time it’s a massacre, it’s too bad].
King Meow: [Sister Pomegranate is also dead? No way!
Reed Name Female Sword Saint: [We encountered a very powerful elite monster with a name called Stand, the one we encountered last time by the river!
Lumina and Orchid slowed him down with bombs, that loser Mrs. Water got gala’d right off the bat just like last time, and Little Pomegranate ended up with a ‘Heaven and Earth’, which is pretty awesome anyway lah.
It didn’t matter though, we got some great drops.
Watch!
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Precipice Ox is not afraid of difficulties:[! A Commander Grade Staff Sword and a full set of Wolfsbane Battlesuits? Or Seiko quality? Holy shit! This attribute is awesome! It’s a bit better than the Family Guard set. This is the best quality of the equipment dropped by the monsters so far, isn’t it? My old sister will be blessed now.]
Like a tiger can edge wood: [Coordinates XXX:XXX! Brothers who can still move come here, the last group of Wolfsbane thugs are hiding here! Come and kill them!
These assholes killed all four of my brothers, I can’t stand it!
TIGER LEOPARD RIDER – DOU: [Brothers who are still alive, give us a count! Brother Stick was attacked by three Elites and hung up. I’m in charge now.
Woo Meow King: [1
Giant Sharkbot: [2
God of Healthcare, Sai En: [3]
Claws of Frostbite: [4]
Honorable Knight Tepal: [27]
Touch You Poor: [28 Sad, my scorpion lion keeper, poor Belly just got his head bitten off by a Starworld wolf, or there would still be one left.]
King Woo Meow: [Holy shit! That’s all that’s left? Nothing left? 112 manpower knocked out in one battle? Do you guys know how to play.]
Reed Name Female Sword Saint: [You should be satisfied, last time we played the group book, only 3 survived, now we can have 30 already proved that we have progressed, okay?
The opposite side is another family’s faction elite, these monsters are theoretically about the same strength as the Blood Wyvern Clan cloister guards, you don’t think that they are really randomly brushed elite monsters.
Okay, let’s cut the crap and gather up!
Well, Kudel-sama and Murphy-sama and Missy are here too, so hurry up! Otherwise we won’t be able to get any more drops!
Frostbite’s Claw: [That. I just got a quest from the Blood Rats. Dorothy wants us to capture the Wolfsbane Warriors alive as gladiators. As long as they’re alive, one can be exchanged for 300 gold coins and a reputation reward.]
Touch Your Poor: [Only 300? This NPC is too stingy.]
Frostbite’s Claws: [The equipment drops will all go to us. She only wants people.
Woo Meow King: [Hey, that’s more like it! Brothers, our ‘Big Bird Spinning’ slave hunting team has been temporarily formed, I’ll wind them up while you all switch to blunt weapons.
I’ll wind them up, and you all switch to blunts.
Construction site old man: [What kind of name is this team? I had to look it up on the internet to find out what it means. It’s so vulgar!
Chosen to play the gray man: [I blanch! Mentor, why are you here? You should hurry back! You’re a level 3 rookie, don’t come and join in the fun!
It’ll take three days to resurrect after being ga’d.]
Old man of the construction site: [Step aside, character level is just an appearance, the power of knowledge is not subject to such limitations, I’m directing my four guards to plant bombs.
You young people, use your knowledge well, don’t you understand?
Vikrama Female Sword Saint: [? What are you talking about? Why can’t I understand?
“Boom!”
A loud bang followed causing half of the sewers to shake a bit also causing the world channel to wail.
As the ground shook and debris flew about, the old man of the construction site, Professor Chen, looked ahead with satisfaction at the tunnel that had completely collapsed almost instantly due to the simultaneous destruction of several structural stress points.
In the dumbfounded gaze of Cat beside him, and amidst the applause of Kudel, Murphy and Phineas, Old Man Chen, who had personally detonated the precisely planted explosives to wipe out the hiding Wolfsbane Elites in one fell swoop, leisurely said in the world channel:
Site Old Man: [None of you need to come, the enemy has been taken care of. This is probably what you call ‘terrain kill’?
I really can’t understand how you guys can suffer such heavy casualties when it’s obvious that you can solve things with a little entry-level geology knowledge and explosives.
O children, playing a game also requires using your brain].
Woo Meow King: [666, Crazy Engineer Grandpa Chen is awesome! I liver defeat scared crazy ah.
Meanwhile, at the entrance of the tunnel that had just collapsed, Phimis surveyed the old Chen Tou who was saying something to Kudel in front of him with a marvelous look.
This civilized old man had just buried 37 Wolfsbane Elites with only 7 or 8 detonators, this killing efficiency was already comparable to a high level psychic energy spell.
“Are the people over there even this crazy for an old man?”
Missy poked Murphy’s arm as she whispered:
“How the hell did you find these weird guys? And how did he know that punching holes in those key points to put in explosives would bring down the whole tunnel?
He didn’t even do much math, he just touched those spots… Is he an earth priest who can communicate with the earth’s spiritual energy?
No!
An Earth Priest can’t do such a thing, I’ve seen it with my own eyes.”
“That’s the power of physics and geology.”
Murphy whispered:
“They have much to teach us, and this is a stark example right here, but regardless, we won, and that’s enough!
Let’s go.
Report the good news to Tris.
She must have been waiting impatiently.”
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“Hmm?”
Far off in the northwestern corner of the continent, in the Misty Capital on the island of Greeney, the light of day in this peculiar city remained obscure even at dawn.
And Old Edward, the old leatherworker who had just finished an outstanding piece of work in his leathermaking workshop and also the Grand Duke of the Wolfsbane Clan, suddenly felt a pain in his heart.
It was like a small knife gently poking at the heart.
As an Ancient One, he of course knew that this was not the precursor to a heart attack, but that one of his own sons had just returned to eternal silence. “Well, O Corando, ambitious criminal, a thug bent on becoming the king of criminals, a diehard violent man unwilling to bend to the rules of the Wolfsbane.
A bloodthirsty, rabid wolf that was difficult to harness, the news from afar foretelling of your demise made even I, an old and dim-witted venerable elder in your eyes, taste ‘sadness’ once again.”
Old Edward sneered as he removed his own tanner’s gloves, no sadness to be found on his hazy face.
Although the death of his heir would make him weaker as well, for an ancient man who had entered the golden rank as early as nine hundred years ago, as one of the strongest men standing at the top of this continent’s power, there were many ways for him to make up for such a little weakness.
This thing, fate, was always extraordinarily generous to the strong.
The death of the uncontrollable Gray Claw Clan’s commander-in-chief meant that this repulsive and violent faction was about to go up in smoke, becoming an inconspicuous ripple in the ancient history of the Wolfsbane Clan.
The good news caused the corners of old Edward’s mouth to turn up slightly, and he even hummed a rather old song on rare occasions.
With brisk steps, he made his way to the study of this grand villa of his, located in the inner ring of the Misty City, took out a bottle of moonshine that had been cellared for 400 years from his beloved wine cabinet, and uncorked it to pour himself a small glass.
Tonight was a memorable occasion, worthy of a small drink.
But just as old Edward was putting the good wine back in the wine cooler, he suddenly turned back to the study window, where a strange rhythm of fluttering black rose petals in the darkness of the night signaled an “uninvited guest” visiting his home at that moment.
“Hmph.”
The Wolfsbane Archduke let out an impatient snort from his nostrils as his good mood was disturbed.
But as an Ancient One couldn’t turn away a guest, so he stroked his extremely well-groomed beard and leaned on his beloved Black Wolf Cane to go forward and open the window.
Amidst the rich scent of roses, Lord Paranor, with his blonde hair like a lion’s, revealed his slender form in old Edward’s study.
This romantic knight did not wear heavy armor, but instead wore a traditional dress of Grimm’s Island, with a long-sleeved vest on top, and an outfit underneath that made Edward Sr. a bit intolerable to look at.
To put it simply, the Paranorian knight would be wearing a dress but not a woman’s dress! Emphasis added! This is the traditional dress of the Isha people of Greenisland.
Hell knows why the first people back in the day used men’s skirts as a tradition, but history has always been unreasonable in that regard.
“Hail to thee, Knight of the Rose.”
Old Edward said courteously, leaning on his cane to the golden knight before him on a late night visit:
“What brings you to me when you should be meeting with the sunny King Louis at Dunwich Palace to discuss matters concerning the response to the Black Plague?”
“Do I need a reason to return to my own home?”
The romantic Knight Palanno was clearly in a bad mood this evening, and he said in a hard tone:
“This villa of yours happened to belong to my fief while I was still alive, and though my favorite castle has been leveled in time, this land still remembers its owner!”
This rare response of indifference caused old Edward’s eyes to blink, and he rose ungraciously, raised his glass, and said:
“So, what is your so-called business here?”
“The Grayclaw faction under Clan Wolfsbane has done wrong!”
Paranor didn’t bother to bother much with old Edward; as he himself had once declared, the Rose Knight was always reluctant to pay too much attention to ugly things he didn’t approve of.
And the ancient one in front of him was quite unappealing to Knight Paranor’s aesthetic in every way.
He then said in a questioning tone:
“You, His Excellency Edward, Archduke of Wolfsbane, are you aware that the leader of the faction you personally appointed has colluded with the Jackals in Transylvania in an attempt to launch a dastardly sneak attack on the Blood Vulture Clan, which has just rebuilt its power?”
“I was not aware of that, Your Excellency.”
Old Edward rolled his eyes and replied nonchalantly:
“I’m old, my eyes are no longer sharp and my ears are no longer sensitive.
My reputation is not what it used to be, and I have trouble controlling the newcomers in the family who are jumping up and down, and who are increasingly disregarding me as the old patriarch.
But isn’t that the cruel thing that fate forges?
The old man will always be marginalized, and even in the Wolfsbane Clan, which you pooh-pooh as unruly, the Greypaw faction is the most radical of the bunch!
It was to prevent their wild ways from causing big trouble in Misty City that I purposely dispatched them to Transylvania to assist in the defense of the Black Plague.
It’s a million miles away from here, so how could I possibly completely control my not-so-obedient heirs?
And given the centuries-old enmity between the Wolfsbane and the Blood Vulture, I honestly don’t think my heirs have done anything wrong, that’s just the way the vampire clans get along with each other, Lord Paranor.
It’s not your first day as a vampire?
Why all the fuss?”
“I am aware of our shadowy nature, however what about the fact that your servant gave the layouts of the Cato region to the Jackal Warlord?”
Paranor chortled.
The words sent a shock through old Edward’s heart, followed by a painful curse.
Damn!
Corando had crossed the line!
Colluding with the jackals to attack the blood vulture could barely be described as irrationality triggered by family hatred, but handing over information about the defense deployment of an entire region to the jackals was a different concept.
No wonder the First Lord of the Blood Alliance Knights was so angry and came to reprimand him in such an undignified manner.
“Then he deserves to die! Tonight this cup of wine has been given another reminder of discipline.”
Old Edward said with a cold face:
“It would seem that I have been lax in the education of my heirs, and I apologize, Don Palanno, but here is good news that may soothe your anger.
Just a moment ago, I sensed the eternal silence of Corlando from a distant blood vibration.
The guilty traitor is dead!
Perhaps it was my old friend Lady Tris who took action to give him an honorable end, which prevented things from deteriorating further…”
“You and I both know that Corando’s death solves nothing!”
Palanor shook his head, he could sense that old Edward was deliberately changing the subject, the knight who pursued all beauty was very disgusted with this behavior, he said sternly:
“Your Wolfsbane Clan has a really big problem, you must give me an explanation, right here! Make an oath promising to change, or else…”
“Or else what?”
Old Edward turned back and looked at Golden Knight Paranor conspiratorially.
He said:
“What cruel threats would Your Excellency wish to utter in the territory of Wolfsbane? As you know, it is not in accordance with the ancient rules, although we do not follow those rules either.
But Knight Palanor!
I hope you recognize your own identity, you are only the First Lord of the Blood League Knights, you are not qualified to ask a Grand Duke to give you any guarantees or explanations.
Even if you were once the Prince of this country, that is in the past, you are now a guest! And me, I am the master here!
So, it would be better if you observe the proper etiquette of a guest.”
“Indeed, Paranor is not in a position to demand promises from the venerable Ancient One, so in order for this night’s questioning to be in line with ancient traditions, I was forced to put aside the matter of armoring the Dark Mountains and cross over the 10,000 miles to come here in person . Yet the best I can get for this long journey is an answer I do not care for.”
The moment Edward’s sarcasm fell, a ghostly cold voice that made the Wolfsbane Grand Duke’s entire body’s chilling hairs stand on end resounded from outside his study.
As the door of the room was pushed open from the outside, Venerable Lord Paying, wearing a blood-colored ceremonial uniform, strolled in with his hands behind his back.
He did not look like a guest, but rather like the master of this place.
Behind him, the Third Lord Yvette held the scarlet lance “Eternal Silence” and carried an exquisite cross made of bloodstone.
Seeing that the scarlet lance symbolizing the Midnight Arbitration and the crucifix that had sent away the Blood Fear Patriarch had been brought into the Wolfsbane territory of Grimmie Island by His Holiness Lord Paying, the pupils of Old Edward’s eyes tightened to the extreme.
He knew.
He was in big trouble.
(End of chapter)