Chapter 162 – 161 Winter Fox Shani vs Witch Tris

Chapter 162 161.Winter Fox Shani vs Magical Lady Tris
In order to celebrate the fact that she had obtained the otherworldly knowledge that she had been longing for from that little cutie Lumina, Mrs. Tris decisively opened a bottle of “Frozen Moonshine”, the royal special wine, to celebrate her outstanding wisdom.

Although she didn’t know what kind of surprise her warrior Lumina would bring to her, Tris had a feeling that she might soon get a breakthrough in her own alchemy, which had been stagnant for many years.

However, the cup of good wine had not yet been consumed when the arithmetic jewels that had been embellished on her bracelet rattled sharply.

When she looked down, it was a communication invitation from Murphy.

“Ch, what’s there to talk about between our lone man and woman in the middle of the night? This little fool.”

Tris had the presence of mind to not care.

But still, she put down her wine glass and lazily activated the communication, and was about to flirt with it when she heard the weak voice coming from Murphy over there:
“Archduke Thorn Woman is hitting the door, come fish me out.”

“???”

Tris instantly rounded her eyes and rose up with a loud voice, the Serenade Scepter that was placed on the desk with five fingers open slipped into her hand with a whoosh, and the Scarlet Midnight Cloak was embellished on her shoulders.

Although she was no longer in a relationship between an elder and an heir, after hearing that little Murphy had been violently beaten by another wild woman, a nameless anger still instantly ignited in Tris’s heart, causing the calm scarlet light in her eyes to burn up into a sharper and more unruly flame at this moment.

Kill her!
A cold and vicious voice that hadn’t been heard in over a hundred years screamed in her head.

It was another her roaring.

“Where did that wild woman come from! Dare to bully the little man in my family into giving you face!”

“Swish.”

In the throbbing fire of anger, an extremely unstable scarlet rift was casually torn open by Tris, who then stepped into it with great strides, and again appeared in the area where Murphy’s breath rested with precision in the next second.

This was a wild woodland south of Cadman City.

Obviously, Murphy did not intend for the scene of this Thorness Archduke punching him to be noticed by his own small players.

As a mainline NPC, the necessary face must be maintained at all times.

But the situation wasn’t as bad as Tris had imagined.

Although little Murphy was indeed in a sorry state, relying on the resolute counterattack of the miraculous creation that was Necessary Evil, Murphy was not seriously harmed despite being stabbed with a few swords.

The latter obviously didn’t intend to really seriously injure Murphy.

She probably just wanted to capture this little guy in exchange for the Earl of White Mountain, who had already been seized under her command.

Theoretically speaking, a Gold ranked Blood Grand Duke’s takedown of a Black Iron ranked little vampire would definitely be accomplished in an instant, and the terrifying strength gap between the two sides made it impossible for the latter to escape any playfulness on the part of the former.

But obviously Murphy does not belong to the “norm”.

He had already used up his [Night Bat Transformation] three times this evening, and had dodged three consecutive dangerous bindings from the Archduchess of Thorns, but this was the limit.

In the face of the latter’s hands like a ghost on the attack of the lady’s combat fist blade, Murphy, let alone counterattack, not even able to capture the other party’s trajectory of action.

He also saw for the first time the true essence of the “Midnight Assassination Technique” that the Thorn Clan was so proud of.

This is simply a triple combination of female ninja + female Asasin + female Valkyrie!

Speed, skill, and destructive power were all in full force, and in Murphy’s shadow, he could not avoid the Archduchess’s midnight raid even if he soared in the sky with his blood wings.

Moreover, this Archduchess, like Andre, clearly possessed the strange power granted by the Nord’s blood of the North Wind, and each of her attacks would cause Murphy’s speed to be reduced by a large amount under the frost condensation as soon as she touched it.

“Get over here!”

Tris immediately cast a spell.

Scarlet dark psychic energy under her manipulation was like a dozen scratching ghostly claws covering the scene where Murphy and the Archduchess were fighting in an instant.

It didn’t manage to touch the latter, but it pulled Murphy directly back to her side through the ghost claw coverage.

This was clearly an advanced spatial psychic skill, thrown out by Tris with a heavy lift to take effect in a split second, and also represented that Tris had completely gotten rid of her previous wasted weakness, allowing her to return to the stage of power she deserved to be in.

“Buzz.”

The figure of Archduchess Thorn emerged from the scattered night shadows.

The combat fist blade in her hand was quietly recycled into a pair of delicate female hunting gloves embellished with lace edges, and with a very decent gesture she ruffled her blonde hair braid tied behind her ear and fluttered, tilting her head up to look at Tris, who was unfurling her dragon-winged wings of blood in the air and glaring at her angrily.

“Your Blood Vulture Clan is quite interesting, the Blade of the titular Clan Leader was given to a little guy to hold, I even smelled the Desire Shard on him, and I heard that your Sacred Blood Pool has been destroyed as well. Your Excellency, as the real clan head, doesn’t even have a Grand Duke’s Warrant.
This will definitely be made up into a paragraph by old Edward to spread around our circle when it gets out.”

“This is also much better than His Excellency the Archduke of Thorns sneaking into my territory like a thief, trying to capture my attendant but missing on a little guy of the Black Iron rank.”

Thorns sneered back:
“After the eternal silence of Matriarch Oksana, you Thornwalkers are truly a generation behind, where is Sophie? And for what reason did my Sophie sisters fall into the tragic eternal silence?”

Tris’s memory had no image of the woman in front of her.

However, the latter was indeed the female Grand Duke of the Thorn Clan, which meant that the old matriarch that Tris was familiar with was bound to have had an accident.

Faced with Tris’s inquiry, the current Thorn Archduke shrugged and said in a relaxed tone:
“Archduke Sophie stood on the wrong side in the Cold Moon Coup thirty years ago. Although it is regrettable, for the sake of the family’s prosperity, we loyal heirs had to endure the pain of seeing her return to the arms of the Mother of Night under the siege of the Winter Wolf Church’s Protector Spirit Monks.

You look like an old-timer, so let me, a young man, introduce myself to you.

My name is Anastasia Shani Romanoff Torreze.

You may address me as Shani.”

This Thorn Archduchess looked generous and civilized, with that unique double braid of hair and a sense of gentleness of a neighboring wife and elder sister, but she was definitely not a light, just the “old-timers” and “young people” in one sentence viciously ridiculed Tris’s age The problem.

Although it was not necessary to mention age in front of vampires and other immortal species, as a woman, this was definitely a topic that could not be touched.

Tris understood the sarcasm of the man in front of her.

The fire in her heart flared a little more violently, but then she realized that she was talking to a jealous descendant who could manipulate emotions, and that her own change of mood at that moment was by no means normal!

She immediately squeezed her fingers to release her psychic energy and blocked her mind, causing the Archduchess Shani below to blink, a hint of regret flashing through her gray-blue eyes.

What a shame.

It was so close to igniting the anger in the old woman’s heart.

Just a little bit.

Well, as expected of an old-timer, she doesn’t look like she’ll be easy to deal with.

“Tris Cavendina Ka Lorraine Le Sombra, you should have heard of that name, if indeed my poor Sophie trusted you before you unleashed your treachery.”

Tris flapped her massive blood descent slowly.

Behind her, Murphy suppressed his ever-fluctuating emotions to fall with him, guarding Tris with his Desire Magic Blade in hand.

She introduced herself, and the Thorn female Archduke in front of her showed a surprised expression as she said:
“An undead that has been dead for more than a hundred years has crawled out of the grave again? Archduke Sophie has mentioned you many times, she said that you are one of her only few friends as well as fellow clansmen that she admires, your Blood Vulture Clan is truly different.

Whether it’s the Matriarch, or the Earl, it’s all the same.”

“You seem to be different as well, Shani.”

Tris narrowed her eyes as she surveyed the incoming woman in front of her.

Her ancient memories tumbled and soon she detected a glimmer of something in the face of Archduchess Shani, so she asked without moving:

“What is the relationship between Boris, the ‘Heroic King’ who resisted the Second Black Plague and subsequently captured Northwind Keep and established the Kingdom of Nordtorf, and you? Your eyes and facial contours remind me of him, as well as the distinctive flick of the tongue with the odd finish of a curled tongue when you speak.

It’s practically identical.”

“What a marvelous old-timer, and actually an ‘Ancient One’.”

Archduchess Shani didn’t care at all that Tris had unearthed her old ways, it took that kind of big heart to make a living in a society like vampires that could easily live hundreds of years. Things like you bragging to the others about a legend from hundreds of years ago, and then a vampire calling you out on your bullshit because he was watching when it happened, played out almost every day in vampire society.

Time!

This cold thing has no meaning to these eternals of the night, just as every full member of every clan is a walking history book.

Thus, in the face of Tris’s questioning, the Archduchess Shani admitted with great graciousness:

“I am the youngest daughter of Boris, the Hero King, born in the cold winter winds in the second month of the year 740 A.D. when my father stormed Northwind Keep with his army, and I should have spent my life as a happy-go-lucky princess.

But in my 40th year, my father died in battle on the border, and the kingdom he left behind was seized by powerful officials.

It was then that I was picked up by Lady Sophie and became a member of the Thornwalkers.

With that said, I think you can understand why I have to ‘bully’ a young man like Earl Cadman as an Archduke.

This is not a bicommunal matter, Ms. Tris.

It is merely a private feud!
It’s a parent running to get back at a weak child after seeing his great-great-grandson caged by an outsider, that’s all.”

This statement left both Murphy and Tris speechless.

Right.

This blonde woman had cunningly switched concepts to make her invasion of the Blood Vulture territory a personal vendetta, and there was indeed a bloodline connection between the two people who were more than three hundred years apart.

Murphy probably knew where the Earl of White Mountain had inherited his eloquence when issuing threats to himself.

He stared at the blonde woman in front of him who maintained a smile but was very dangerous, and he realized that the woman in front of him was really flexible with that slender little tongue!
However, Tris was already focused on something else at the moment.

She was a historian.

Although not specializing in human history, she was very well versed in some of the details of the founding of the Kingdom of Nordtorf because of her own experiences.

The information revealed by Archduke Shani was not much, but it was already enough for Tris to figure out the real reason why her old friend Archduke Sophie had returned to eternal silence and the true state of the Nordtorf Kingdom at this time.

She looked at Shani with an expression of “fear of the future” and said:

“So, the ‘Cold Moon Coup’ that happened in the Nordtorf Kingdom thirty years ago was actually driven by you behind the scenes? Allowing the direct bloodline of Hero King Boris to regain control of the Far North after 300 years?
It was widely rumored that the Thorn Clan and the Nordtorf Kingdom were deeply bound, but this rumor was false!

You have taken control of that country!
No!
It is you, you unique vampire matriarch who has taken control of Nordtorf, expanding the Midnight Shadow across the Great Wilderness?

You are playing with fire!”

“If you’re referring to me breaking the Blood Code of Avoidance, then you can give it a rest, how old is that?”

Shani still maintained that civilized expression, waving her hand like the languid air of a court noblewoman, as she played with the braid of her hair to look at Tris again, a touch of ruthlessness and indifference floating in her gray-blue eyes.

She said:

“I am telling you this because I want to convey to you a final message from your old friend Archduke Sophie.

I gave my honoree a chance!
But she stubbornly sided with those renegades of the Rurik dynasty, and I cannot fathom what kind of benefits they gave her to make her make stupid decisions that are completely out of line with the proper wisdom of a vampire, but unfortunately, my venerable mother and I have irreconcilable differences in this regard.

This is not a personal vendetta.

It is merely a difference in choices, and as such I hope that in the next contact between Clan Thorn and Clan Bloodwing, we will both refrain from bringing our own personal feelings into play too much.

What do you say? Archduke Tris.”

“Because you don’t understand, because Sophie’s beloved and soul mate is the second king of the Rurik dynasty.”

Tris whispered:
“It was a love that was not blessed by all, as irreconcilable as midnight and the blazing sun, but it was real and even blessed by that psychopath Paranor. Sophie, who always proclaimed herself to be cold-blooded beyond measure, finally fulfilled her fidelity to love.

In the face of the threat of eternal silence, she still chose to shelter the heir left behind by her lover.

It’s so stupid and romantic.

Well, my poor old friend, may her soul rest in peace in the middle of the night.”

“Wait!”

It was the turn of Shani, who had been so generous, to look odd.

She rubbed her eyebrows and said in an odd tone:
“The second king of the Rurik Dynasty was a woman, right? Nicknamed ‘Queen in Blood’, that was a queen with a tyrannical personality but outstanding appearance, and so was Grand Duke Sophie . So, what you are saying is that my honored elder is actually a .
No!
That’s impossible!

She clearly had several lovers in the family!

I even endured the execution of those Silver ranked elite members of the family and all their heirs and blood servants because of it.”

“Then congratulations on killing the wrong person, Shani.”

Tris said in a sultry tone:

“That was just a trick Sophie used to disguise her true feelings, she even courted me before she bonded with that Queen, it’s just oozing to think about it, but I urge you to think of it as the last joke your honors played on you.

Sophie’s an asshole who likes to play these kinds of jokes, and another old friend of mine, Lily, who has passed away, used to get into trouble with her about it.

We were three sisters of similar age and strength back in the day.”

“Pfft.”

Murphy, who was originally standing next to her with a sword and a serious guard, couldn’t help but laugh out loud, resulting in a hard glare from Archduchess Shani.

“If the two old-timers’ catching up phase is over, then we might as well get down to business?”

Seeing that a mesmerizing silence had fallen between Tris and Shani, Murphy then coughed and retrieved the Desire Demon Sword at his waist as he said to Archduchess Shani:

“The so-called stuffing your descendant into a cage is just an exaggeration, in reality, he is now staying in the Blood Wyvern Cloister just fine to enjoy the treatment of an honored guest, I just want to use this way to lure in a sufficiently weighty guest as a way to complete the contact between the two sides.

I just didn’t expect you to show up.

Please follow me, Grand Duke.

Not only do the Blood Vulture Clan and the Thorn Clan have some things to communicate, but there are also many troublesome matters between the Transylvania region and the Kingdom of Nordtorf that need to be resolved immediately.”

“Yes, Shani.”

Tris invited as she waved her Serenade Scepter to open a psychic teleportation to the Blood Vulture Cloister:

“You may have heard about the disasters that have occurred in the Blood Vulture Clan, but believe me, what you’ve heard is just the edges of the story, and what has happened to this great land in the past time is beyond your imagination.

I’m sure you’ve also heard rumors from Lord Paranor about the coming Black Plague.

There is much to talk about between us regarding this.

If you’re not terribly busy, perhaps you can stay in our territory for a few more days, I’m sure that you’ll enjoy it.”

“Sure.”

Lady Shani ruffled her hair braid and gladly accepted Tris’ invitation.

Watching the two Archduchesses, who had different styles but definitely each had their own style, step into the psychic teleportation, Murphy rubbed his chin and rolled his eyes.

It was a beating, but it wasn’t a bad one!

Just now, I was still thinking about what reason to release a batch of test slots, and now, this “random event” is the best reason, right?
Next door to the NPC family’s old aunt came to visit, or one of the important figures in the blood system, if this does not encourage small players to quickly brush a wave of goodwill is simply blind to their own this “dog planning” name.

(The end of this chapter)