Chapter 154 153 Hot Potato? This is the perfect place for a nest.
Chapter 154 153. hot potato? Isn’t this the perfect material to use for nesting?
“Ding!”
Brother Woo Meow, who was leading his four great vajra and his old cousin around the streets to mix up heads, had just sneak attacked and finished off a wounded Blood Vulture traitor before suddenly hearing a beep pop up on his character interface.
He was still wondering if he had suddenly triggered some strange quest, only to look down and see that a line of conspicuously large letters had popped up across the entire interface:
“Congratulations to tester ‘Reed Name Female Sword Saint’ for completing [Server Number One! Never Gently Cross the Realm of Black Iron! Achievement!”
“???”
Brother Woo Meow’s eyes filled with question marks for a moment.
The Vikrama Female Sword Saint?
That’s the jolly little runt who’s 155 like a middle schooler, always heckling without a straight face?
That girl should be the weakest one in the girl group anyways, right? Moreover, if Brother Meow Meow remembered correctly, that girl only reached level 10 this afternoon, it was too late to brush up her equipment to prepare for the trial ah Hey!
Is there something wrong with the achievement system?
Development Team!
GM!
Are you there?
There’s something wrong with your system, come down and fix it!
“Crap! Bull!”
“6666”
The brothers next to him didn’t have as many little thoughts as Brother Meow Meow, and they immediately expressed their appreciation and recognition with obscenities after seeing this “service-wide announcement”.
The Phantom Demon old song is even in the achievement list for a while flip, and then exclaimed:
“This girl didn’t brush ordinary black iron monsters! She directly picked an elite! This is a unique achievement after successfully challenging an elite!
It’s hidden!
It can’t be found in the achievement list at all!
Jesus Christ, how the hell did she do that?”
“She’s offline, and the private chat shows a temporary absence.”
Pretending not to use his hands said with the same look of emotion:
“It must be that the girl group found another bug… Isn’t Sister Pomegranate in their group? Sister Pomegranate is the first god in the game who succeeded in getting a bug stuck, so it’s possible that she’s the one who made the move this time.”
“Yeah, is that elite monster something we can fight now?”
Brother Woo Meow said with a sighing face:
“I almost gave that Star Realm Tiger a live meal a few days ago, it’s hard to imagine someone actually being able to do something like that, and she took care of that achievement in Batasin City! The only elites that can be brushed here right now are vampires!
Soloing a Black Iron Elite Vampire in Black Night Enhancement?
Crap!
This is definitely open, isn’t it?”
The shocked ones weren’t just the Woo Meow Brother Six, the student party’s side all exploded.
They didn’t fight the monsters anymore, they didn’t pick up their equipment, and one by one, they gathered around Niu Niu to ask him to hurry up and ask Sister Pomegranate how exactly Little Reed Name did it? As a result, Pomegranate Sister’s side simply said a few words, after all, Little Reed Name’s battle method is nothing complicated and unique.
The essence is just one word!
Krypton!
Crazy Krypton!
“People bought a whole twenty of ‘Vampire’s Elegy’ alone.”
Bull turned his head to his student brothers beside him with some disinterest after hearing that:
“That thing is a rare ammunition that can only be purchased when Mrs. Tris’s reputation has reached a certain level, and it sells for 10 gold coins each! Let’s disperse, we can’t compete with this alone.”
“That’s not right! Little Vikrama is the third batch to enter the game, and it’s only been a week since she entered the game, so where did she get so much money to buy ammo?”
Badger crossed his fingers and did the math:
“Moreover, as soon as she entered the game, she caught up with the Blood Wyvern Cloister’s copy event, even if she rubbed shoulders with Lumina on a team mission, it’s impossible to brush up Mrs. Cuise’s reputation ah. Did Lumi-san help her buy it?
But the whole 200 gold coins is still just ammo money, the sister group is just four people surely can’t come up with it”
“Uh, don’t you remember yesterday when Fu collected materials at high prices on the forums, he collected a bunch of gold coins along the way?”
Cuckoo Chicken said with an odd look in his eyes:
“I exchanged all the dozens of gold coins I had saved on hand, and gave myself a new cell phone last night… Crap, could it be that Brother Fu and her are having a fling too?”
“Don’t guess blindly, even if you give you bullets you can hit it?”
Meow Shark reached out and called a halt to this irresponsible speculation.
He himself was a hunter by profession, so he was even more aware of the difficulty of hitting an elite vampire with bullets in this dark night.
As the saying goes, only insiders can see the way, Meow Shark waved his hand with a sighing face and said:
“Little Reed Name only fired three shots when he fought the final BOSS Salokdar in the replica before, but all three shots hit! That’s a gold-ranked BOSS, I’ll tell you that’s talent! The general public really can’t compare.
This little shorty is probably one of those legendary natural born marksman, this kind of method of singling out elites is only available to her, others know the principle are not able to replicate it.
Alas, I’m convinced.
However, although it is not possible to fight vampires, if it is replaced by elite ghouls or slow-moving elite star world beasts, it is indeed possible to try this ‘long-distance one-sword flow’.
As long as the first shot of the sniper hits, you can change a big disability!
The rest would be left to the Goddess of Luck, just put on your best armor after you finish praying and go up to slash and slash.
Blanch!
I’m getting a little excited. What should we do?
Why don’t you go back to Scarlet Castle and walk with me to the sewers?
If it works out, I’ll treat you to three days of meals!
Drinks and liquors are at your disposal!”
“No problem.”
The dormitory brothers were very righteous, and settled on their next course of action with the lure of three meals for nothing, with only Badger and Che Che whispering something at the side.
The two of them seemed to have a bit of a ghost idea they were planning to try after being inspired by Vikki’s name.
—
In the darkness of the night, Maxim tossed the chains in his hand towards his heir and said to Lady Adele, who had gathered her wings and landed:
“You watch these captives! My master said we had to capture ten and bring them back to be sunburned in the Scarlet City, and we’re still two short, so I’m going to go around the city one more time; there must be some traitorous remnants still hiding here.”
“Uh-huh.”
Adele nodded, she asked with slight concern:
“Doesn’t the master need any help on his side? Is it really okay for him to hunt a Silver rank traitor alone?”
“Silver rank only, it’s not like the master hasn’t dealt with it before, the leader of the traitors here is just a mediocre person, in terms of threat it’s completely no match for Jade.”
Maxim waved his hand and said:
“Master Murphy didn’t say he needed help, so we just need to do our own thing.
Batasin will be free of traitors after tonight, but the master wants it to remain a trading gateway to Transylvania, so you’ll still have to mobilize the city’s merchants to clean the place up before the sun comes up.
Wash the floors and whatnot.
Too many of our countrymen have died in the city tonight, and this land is once again defiled; may the Mother of the Night pardon them for their sins of folly and blind obedience.”
“Why do you speak in this tone?”
Adele said in an odd tone:
“I know you’ve been studying lately, the question is what exactly have you been studying?”
“Oh, a spy taught me that disguising piety while killing can be extremely effective in creating more fear in the enemy.”
Maxim returned.
Adele rolled her eyes and said:
“And you believe that? Is he trying to get you to disguise yourself as a fanatic? Or a psychopath?”
“That’s exactly what he meant.”
Mark said with a nod:
“And I think he’s got a point, I tried it a while ago, chanting the admonitions of the Mother of the Night out loud while killing does make the traitors turn and run filled with fear at the sight of me.”
“Uh.”
Adele was rendered speechless.
She then looked up and down at Maxim, who was fully armed truly like a monster, his armor covered with blood stains shaped like he stepped out of hell, and said slyly:
“In fact, you don’t say these strange words maybe the sense of oppression is more sufficient, really, Mark, you believe me, silent killing is more effective for creating fear, especially with your style of fighting and image.”
“Really? It seems that I really am not proficient enough in this area, I must study harder! Only then can I live up to my master’s favor.”
On the other hand, in the woods outside the small city of Batasin.
Earl Whitehill opened his eyes violently after being unconscious for several hours.
He immediately sat up from the ground, only to turn around and see Murphy by the campfire.
The vampire lord sat behind the burning flames, letting the dancing fire stretch his shadow across the ground.
The light armor of the swordsman that had once belonged to Salokdar bore traces of the aftermath of the battle, while at his hand lay a vampire heart that had been placed in a box.
Judging from the size and the sheen of the blood essence gathered, it was definitely a heart from a vampire of the silver rank, and there was only one silver vampire in the city of Batasin!
Hetem Joel Le Sombra. That was the representative of the Blood Vulture Clan stationed in Batasin City.
It was the first one to take the initiative to contact the Thorn Clan after the disaster in Cadman City, and it was also the head of this group of Blood Vulture traitors who had been slaughtered to death this night.
The eyes of the Thorn Clan’s Earl of White Mountain shrunk.
He had a more intuitive understanding of Murphy’s combat prowess, there might be quite a few individuals who could defeat a Silver rank at the Black Iron rank, but there were definitely not many who could accomplish this nearly unharmed.
Murphy noticed the awakening of the Earl of White Mountain, he reached out and took out the Silver Vampire Heart from the box and placed it in his hand, a Blood Eating Spirit Vulture swooped down from a high altitude, and flapped its wings again and landed lightly on Murphy’s arm.
The ferocious spirit vulture glared at the Earl of White Mountain, seemingly considering where to lay its claws to blind the guy, and then began to peck at the still-beating, not-yet-petrified heart in Murphy’s hand.
Pecking the spiritual energy contained in that flesh and blood to pleasure himself.
And in the shadows beside the campfire, George, the giant wolf of the Star Realm, quietly lay there, its eyes staring at the vampire’s heart in Murphy’s hand.
He waited patiently for the first eater to finish eating, and didn’t mind eating the rest of Reyvno’s; the idiot vulture didn’t eat meat anyway, so this whole heart of power was his midnight snack!
Whew, following Murphy sure is meaty!
“When I brutally ripped out old Hetem’s heart, that softy wailed to me that it was all from your compulsion, and he said that he had planned to return to the Scarlet Fortress with the vampires to pledge his allegiance to Archduke Tris.
But you stopped them.
Is there such a thing?”
Murphy asked a question in passing as he fed his spirit pet with this mediocre Silver Heart.
This behavior made the Earl of White Mountain feel extremely pressured.
Not only because of the “luxury” implied in Murphy’s behavior, but also because this vampire in front of him was so cold to his own kind, it was not difficult to imagine how tough he would be to treat outsiders.
In the face of Murphy’s inquiry, Earl Whitehill coughed and replied in slightly accented Transylvanian:
“Believe it or not, Your Excellency, it was Hetem who took the initiative to contact us, and it was also him who concentrated the nearby Blood Vulture members, and that is why I dispatched my servant Vesta to venture to Batasin City to receive these compatriots who voluntarily separated from the Blood Vulture.
In his letter to me, he said that a terrible catastrophe had erupted in the city of Cadman, where the Blood Vulture Clan was entrenched, and also swore that all of the clan’s elites from the Salokdar patriarch on down had been killed in battle, and that he had nowhere else to go, and requested that we accept them for the sake of the blood of our ancient compatriots.
But now it seems that the old bastard deceived us, and not all of the Blood Vulture elites died in the disaster.”
“You are honest.”
Murphy said in a slightly teasing manner.
Just now, he had been moving his ears slightly in the darkness, listening to the heart of the Thorn member in front of him with his Desire Sense.
The other party was very defensive so he was able to hear very little, but it was basically confirmed that he wasn’t lying about this matter.
“I will apologize in person to the Archduchess of the Blood Vulture for this matter, it was from my misjudgment that this senseless conflict between the two clans erupted this night.”
Earl Whitehill took the initiative to say:
“In reality, I knew that the operation to receive this group of exiles had gone awry when I saw the chaos in the city of Batasin, and my sole purpose for entering the city was to rescue my loyal servant, Vesta. Even among the Bloods, loyalty is a virtue that can be praised.”
In the face of the captive’s coquettish speech, Murphy acted noncommittal.
With a lift of his hand, the Spirit Vulture, which was already satiated with the spiritual energy of the darkness, quacked and flapped its wings into the night sky, followed by a flick of his fingers, and the somewhat dried up Vampire Heart was tossed to George, who had been waiting for a long time.
The giant wolf of the starry world wailed and jumped up in the air with a wonderful roll and accurately caught the food, after landing and wagging its tail, it went to the side of the forest to enjoy it alone.
Murphy took out his handkerchief and wiped his fingers, glancing at the Earl of White Mountain.
He said:
“Your argument about loyalty is one I strongly agree with, and in addition, your ability to see the wind in your favor is commendable, especially knowing the art of speaking. A foolish adventure that could have provoked a great war between two clans was turned into a ‘little friction’ in the name of salvation and loyalty with a little work in your mouth.
You have a way with words, Your Excellency.
What did you do before you became a vampire? A mouthy politician?”
“Something like that.”
Earl Whitehill sighed.
This proud man lowered his head, hesitated, and finally confessed his identity to Murphy as he said:
“I am the leader of the ‘White Mountain Faction’ in the Thorn Clan, which is a very young faction, and unlike the ideals of the other Thorn Vampires who aspire to regain everything they have lost in history, my faction and I are concerned with more realistic political issues.
This really stems from who I was before I became a vampire.
Allow me to introduce myself to you.
My name is Andrei!
Andrei Alexei Romanov, that was my name when I was human.”
“Hmm? Romanov?”
Murphy narrowed his eyes.
He put his handkerchief away and asked:
“This is the surname of the Nordtorf royal family! So, the ‘Wolf Girl’ Majesty who sits on the Winter Wolf Throne nowadays is your”
“Sister!”
Earl Andrei of the White Mountains whispered with a complicated expression:
“It’s a half-sister, I am the illegitimate son of the previous King Nordtorf, and when my sister sat on the throne eleven years ago, I, who was only eight years old at the time, was sent to the Bloodthorn Duchy as a symbol of the ‘traditional friendship’ between the royal family and the Thorn Clan.
I lived among the vampires for ten years, and it was only last year, at the age of eighteen, that I officially became a vampire of the Thorn Clan!
Your previous assessment of me was correct, Your Excellency.
I am indeed a novice in the concept of the Bloodthorns.”
He looked up at Murphy and replied seriously:
“Please believe that I am not using my background as a means to threaten you, but the fact remains that it would be better for you and me, Your Excellency, to view this as a minor friction in the name of salvation and loyalty.”
Murphy was lost in thought.
The thought floating across his face made Andre, Earl of White Mountain, think for a moment that his negotiating tactics were working, and just as he was pondering what he could do politically to defuse the debacle, Murphy suddenly looked up and asked a strange question:
“What a coincidence, I also became a vampire only last year. So, Andre, when were you ‘born’ last year?”
“Huh?”
This question was completely out of all the thoughts in Count Whitehill’s mind, making him overly surprised to the point of subconsciously answering:
“In November, at the end of fall and the end of winter.”
“Well, I was in January, the coldest and most desperate night in the depths of winter, and it was the deathly cold winds of that night that made me realize that even the finest words are not as real as a piece of bread or a warm embrace with fragrance.”
Murphy grinned.
He stood up and walked over to the Earl of White Mountain, moving his fingers and staring condescendingly into his gray eyes, saying:
“Unlike you who came from a noble family, my birth is very low so I don’t know anything about politics, I mean, it’s better for you to save these nice words for Grand Duke Tris. But you are so special, I think if I take you to fight in the nest, I should be able to attract something extraordinary.”
“Hit the nest?”
“Fishing ah little friend, don’t tell me that as the Queen’s brother you don’t even have this personal hobby?”
“You! You can’t do that! It’s too undignified! I can pay the ransom! Your foolish behavior will bring great trouble to your clan and to yourself! All of Transylvania will be in trouble for this.”
“Bang.”
After a heavy blow, Murphy bent down and reached out to pick up the sumptuous noble sword beside the once again unconscious Earl of White Mountain, holding it in his hand as he looked from side to side.
He whispered:
“That’s all I need to think about, or I won’t bother you, Your Excellency ‘Fishbait’.”
(End of chapter)