Chapter 160 159 Visitors from the North
Chapter 160 159.Visitor from the North Country
“Ding.”
In the survivor’s camp, the lead Dove, who was discussing with his dormitory good sons about the content of the trial and what to eat tonight, suddenly heard a wonderful sound.
He then looked down and realized that a quest had suddenly popped up on his character interface:
[Alchemist Profession Quest-‘Apprentice and Apprentice’s Examination’ has been triggered!
Task content: Tris’s alchemy hut has suffered a great crisis like never before, but the great and beautiful Lady Tris has to be busy with the internal affairs of the Blood Vulture Clan and can’t get out of it, so she wants her Alchemist Apprentice to help her solve this problem.
Quest Objective: Please go to Tris’s alchemy hut immediately to complete the preparation of Fiery Gel X50 and Burning Oil X50!
Prompt!
This quest is a collaborative quest and can be completed with other players who are interested in walking the path of the Alchemist!
Hints!
The maximum number of people who can share this quest is: 10.
Time limit for the quest: 8 hours.
Quest Rewards:
1.Players who have earned the ‘Alchemist Apprentice’ profession will receive the Beginner Alchemy Scroll X3 and be hired as an official apprentice at Tris’s Alchemy Lodge in order to receive personal guidance from the master alchemist, Lady Tris.
2. Players who have not yet obtained the ‘Alchemist’s Apprentice’ profession will be judged by the quality of the prepared finished product to determine if it is sufficient for a profession transfer].
“Blanch!”
Good Pigeon instantly let out a strange cry in place, showing this profession quest he received to the other good sons, Badger stared wide-eyed and said:
“The NPC delegated all the authority to recruit apprentice workers to you? Damn, this game has really refreshed my understanding of freedom, and it even comes with a manufacturing career change quest? I remember there were quite a lot of people in the game who wanted to get a side job!
This doesn’t charge a wave of fees?”
“I don’t want to charge anything! We good pigeons won’t do that kind of bad character thing.”
Good Pigeon rubbed his hands together excitedly.
In the game, he opened the forum function and started to edit the post, as far as he knew, at present, there were very few people who had switched to the manufacturing profession among the small players.
This was definitely a good opportunity.
However, a position such as an alchemist sounded like it required intelligence, so manglers who preferred to fight melee combat could back off.
He just sent out this post, immediately there are people responded to, ooh meow brother pushed his own cousin, happy stick side also out of the two people, and soldiers attack fierce man group Lin Bei dog shaving is very interested in this, the second and third batch of small players also enthusiastically apply, so that the good pigeon had to set the selection criteria in the thinking attribute ≥ 6 this only to brush off a number of people.
But to his surprise, Lumina actually also signed up.
“Sister Lumi, didn’t you turn bard? And your main profession should be Gunner?”
Good Dove curiously asked in a private in-game chat:
“You only have one career bar left, confirming that you want to learn Alchemy? Didn’t the announcement say that you can change to an administrative profession afterward? Are you sure you don’t want to get one for fun?”
“I’m not interested in being an official, and my squad also needs an alchemist.”
Lumina was quite open-minded.
She said goodbye to a few of her friends and gathered towards Pigeon Treasure’s side while saying:
“We’ll have a team of five soon, we’ll have to confirm the duties of the support classes before our next friend enters the game, the bard already plays a support role, and an alchemist’s side job would be perfect.”
“Fair enough ow.”
Pigeon Treasure was still quite impressed with the gaming attitude of several members within the girl group, people were spunky enough unlike Brother Woo Meow and their group of cunning sociopaths who had to be catty about playing a game.
His side quickly organized a group of people, a large number of people to Cui Si’s alchemy hut, ready to start their own in the other world’s “social animal” career.
And Murphy’s side also just fooled Tris away, in the moment of closing the office door, the vampire lord let out a long breath.
Not bad for Tris!
He pinched a bit of pain in the heart of the eyebrow sighed, worthy of being a gold-ranked spiritual master, thinking this item really no say, just half a month not only self-taught the language of the players, and even through occasional conversations roughly constructed the state of the players at this time.
But thinking about it this doesn’t seem to be much of a problem.
Individuals who can become a golden power in this world can never be stupid, they are all one in a million smart people and geniuses, and their IQs are absolutely unimpeachable.
It was just that this curiosity was a bit too strong.
“Fortunately, the connection between the small players and this world all relies on the test administrator system, I’m the only node, if this is really a summoning spell, I guess Tris would have happily summoned her otherworldly warriors to serve as an otherworldly lead party for her as a scarlet witch.
These Spiritualists really have inherited the nature of spell casters in countless dimensions who like to die.
I’m really not afraid that you’ll go through a lot of trouble to open the otherworldly portal, and then the other side will directly send you a big Ivan to wake up, even a gold powerhouse can’t withstand a nuclear bomb.”
With such feelings, Murphy walked to his desk and opened the weapon box that Tris had given him earlier.
Inside was a rolled up blade whip.
The shape was nothing to write home about, it was the classic blade whip shape most commonly used by the midnight hunters of the Blood Vulture Clan, with a one-handed sword-like hilt and night bat guard, but instead of a sword blade, it was a triangular, wing-like, sharp saw blade that was attached to it, giving it the overall appearance of a monstrous beast’s barbed tail.
Tris is also a vampire, and a nearly 500 year old curmudgeon at that, so her hand-crafted bladed whip is full of that dark art germs that vampires have nowhere else to put.
Each piece of the blade is enchanted to give it the scarlet color of “blood quenching”.
This is not just for looks!
It means that this blade also has a certain amount of psychic damage attached to it.
The entire whip consisted of 16 triangular blades, which were connected together by a rope made from the tendons of the bipedal flying dragon, which was known for its toughness and stretching ability, after being processed by alchemy.
The connected length was over 3 meters, and the attack distance could reach 10 meters when stretched to the limit.
But this thing belongs to alien weapons, and the entire continent only vampires and shadow elves will use this kind of whip weapon.
If you want to use this thing well, you need to practice for a long time and have certain skills, otherwise it is easy to appear a whip out of the enemy unharmed, you yourself was cut off the left hand or your companion was cut off the head of this embarrassing situation.
However, the killing power of the bladed whip is equally powerful.
Missy Femis was an expert in using the Blade Whip, Murphy had seen her dry crack the head of a Star Realm bobcat that was trying to sneak up on her with a whip at the extreme attack distance.
However, this Bladed Whip in Murphy’s hand was not used for attack.
It was his “main weapon” as a Summoner, and if he had to say so, it was actually more similar to a spell casting tool. He reached out and grasped the whip’s handguard, and the weapon’s entry immediately popped into his eyes:
Name: Astral Tamer Hunting Whip – Classic Vampire Blade Whip
Quality: Standard – Commander
Trait: Excellent Cutting – Extreme Sturdiness – Astral Calling – Hunting Excitement
Special Effects:
I. Tamer’s Law:
This weapon is a spell casting prop tailored for Astral Summoners by Master Alchemist Madame Tris, which will effectively reduce psychic energy consumption and increase the obedience of Astral Summoners to the Summoner when wielding this weapon for Astral Summoning.
When using this weapon to whip an Astral Summoner, it will cause it to enter the [Kill Command] state and attack the target designated by the Summoner in a frenzy.
II. Tris’s Focus:
As Lady Tris has inscribed this weapon with the [Precise Swift Summoning] psychic spell, it can be used as a dedicated spellcasting item that comes with a +2 to the Special Summoning bit. The wielder may designate two Astral Summons for the weapon, and after applying the psychic mark, the weapon may be used to swiftly summon the Summons without the use of a Summoning Spellcasting action!
Tip!
This special effect requires 3x psychic energy to activate.
Crafted by: [Archduke Bloodwing] Tris Cavendina Ka Lorraine Le Sombra
Item Description:
[Please ask tamers to abide by the Otherworldly Animal Protection Act and respect the free movement rights of astral creatures, if you find a tamer mistreating their summons, please report it immediately @Peaceful Transylvania].
“Not bad for Tris! This ‘Swift Summoning’ is an advanced skill that I, a novice Summoner, haven’t been able to master yet, and as a result, it was directly imprinted on a Summoner Props for me. If this thing were to be taken to the black market in other regions, it would sell for tens of thousands of gold coins anyways.”
Murphy stroked the bladed whip in his hand, feeling the love and protection of Tris’s mother, making even his cold vampire heart feel warm.
He then coiled the thing up and hung it from the weapon buckle of his armed belt.
His own family knew his own business.
He, a vampire lord who took the route of swordsmanship, still had to go through a period of settling down and polishing if he wanted to make good use of this fae weapon, and when Missy came back he would definitely ask her, the master of playing with whips, for some good advice.
Afterwards, Murphy picked up the Cold Tooth Blade that he had previously seized from the Earl of White Mountain.
Just now when Tris left, she smoothly helped him eliminate the spiritual energy resonance of this thing, so that he could rebind this ceremonial blade from the royal family of Nordtorf.
Granted, a gift originating from the royal family was bound to have been augmented by the learning of the royal family’s psychic masters, yet cracking the psychic binding of this thing was nothing more than a lift of the hand for a psychic master like Tris.
She had already been an ascendant Gold rank powerhouse three hundred years ago, and at the time she was playing with psychic energy, the Kingdom of Nordtorf had only just even undergone its first change of dynasty since its founding.
“Buzz.”
The dark spiritual energy belonging to Murphy surged out from between her fingers, covering the exquisite and luxurious hilt and blade of the Cold Tooth Blade, and after completing the first spiritual resonance with this spiritual weapon, the power belonging to it was completely opened up for Murphy, a lousy vampire proficient in all kinds of NTR techniques.
This scene gave Murphy a strong sense of vestigial vision.
He patted the lazy Desire Demon Blade at his waist and whispered:
“You were also the one I snatched from Salokdar, and now the Cold Tooth Blade as well, plus my outstanding heir Adele tsk tsk, I always feel that my otherworldly life seems to be full of malice and mockery from fate.”
“Swish.”
The Cold Blade was sheathed.
As Murphy’s wrist turned, a trace of cold air visible to the naked eye escaped from the two-finger wide thin blade of this noble sword.
The name of this thing really wasn’t wrong!
This kind of extremely effective control of winter spiritual energy, except for the group of northmen who lived in the icy sky and snow and worshipped the god of the north wind, there was no one else in the entire continent.
“Count Andrei has a special profession of the Nord nobility, the Winter Spirit Swordsman.”
Murphy’s fingers gently rubbed on the cold and oozing blade as he narrowed his eyes and thought:
“The Nords in the Great Wilderness have the racial specialty of manipulating winter, and the Caitians living in the Kingdom of Isha on the island of Grimm are said to have a certain affinity for natural psychic energy because of the Church of Avalon, so after all that, are we, the Sealanders, who are living in the center of the continent the only ones who don’t have any specialties?
No!
Not nothing at all.
Westlanders are very good at talking, diplomacy is a set of things, that King Louis even let the territory of stubborn silver dwarves become their allies.
That might be a talent as well.
Perhaps it was time to have Tris try and see if she could modify the human templates of the young players so that they could have this special psychic power even in their human form?
Well, that should be taken care of before the maximum of two ‘major version updates’ as a way to enhance the gameplay experience for regular players a bit.
That said, the number of Black Iron Trial passers will inevitably reach a peak in a few days, and it’s time for the Blood Vulture Clan’s ‘welcoming ceremony’ to be put on the agenda.”
“Swish.”
Murphy flipped his wrist and swept the cold blade in his hand across the room in a sword starting stance that was very different from the Grave Sword Guard’s swordplay, then quietly returned it to its sheath.
As he took a step back, the two thick candles on either side of the desk slammed smoothly onto the desktop, their cuts smooth and icy, a testament to the excellence of Murphy’s new “furry” weapon in this regard.
“Time to patrol the territory!”
He thought to himself as he slipped the new weapon around his waist and walked out of the office with his hands behind his back in the most elegant manner possible.
Meanwhile, in the southernmost part of the Transylvania region, in a room on the top floor of the Crimson Fortress, a military stronghold at the junction of the Filthy Swamp, the Dark Mountain Range, and the Great Plains of Kavhoka.
The weak and woeful Earl of White Mountain’s squire, Lord Vesta, was half-kneeling on the luxurious woolen carpet, not daring to raise his head, having spent two days and nights to arrive at the nearest Nordtorf territory as fast as possible and report the situation to this important figure of the Thorn Clan in front of him.
At this moment, he was waiting for this lord’s decision.
The room is quiet even a pin drop can be heard clearly, Vesta has been injured very weak, this will be more he can feel his heart beating as if the human heartbeat.
“So, what you’re saying is that that Count Cadman has asked you to find him a member of the Thorns of noble standing?”
A cold voice came out from the front.
With a hint of the characteristic Yankee flick of the tongue, it sounded quite distinctive at first glance, though it carried a note of gentleness and propriety in its own voice because it was a lady.
But Vesta’s head bowed more humbly.
He answered with a trembling body:
“Yes, Your Excellency the Grand Duke, Count Cadman did so command, and he emphasized that he would give the Earl of White Mountain treatment befitting his status, but he only gave us three days.”
“Alas, this Blood Wyvern Clan is truly a hundred-footed worm, having suffered such a heavy blow there is still such an outstanding character who can come forward to save the day. Listening to your description, he is about the same age as Andre.
All are the same child, why others are so outstanding?
It seems that the so-called blood of Boris, the Hero King, didn’t give Andrei, a not-so-excellent descendant, any more advantages.
It was pathetic, in every sense of the word.
It would have been simply perfect to switch the genders of him and Angelina.”
The Archduchess of the Thorn Clan stood in her room at the highest point of the Crimson Fortress.
She looked out in the direction of Transylvania, and underneath the elaborate felt hat embellished with white bear fur, her long blonde hair was braided into a double hair whip that playfully draped around her shoulders and over her chest.
She was wearing a very characteristic red and white dress of the court of Nordtorf, and her demeanor was like a court lady coming out of a painting, and if you look closely, between the brows and eyes of this female grand duchess and Earl Andre of the White Mountains, who had been captured by Murphy, there were still a few moments of resemblance.
“Now go and change into a body of pasta clothes, and after nightfall follow me to the Scarlet Castle to visit the Blood Vulture Archduchess.”
Archduchess Thorn waved her hand and said to Vesta, who was kneeling behind her:
“But your master has done wrong and he will be punished, as will you, the White Mountain faction has proved itself incompetent and from now on it ceases to exist until Andrei proves again that he is capable of leading a faction.
Do you understand?”
(End of chapter)