Chapter 174 173 Whistling Death Adds More to Ancient Hatred
Chapter 174 173.Whistling Death Adds to Ancient Hatred
Woo Meow Brother is not crazy.
Although he acted very much like a demonic baffled person who had begun to lose sight of reality and fantasy due to his heavy internet addiction, that was only caused by too much excitement from successfully passing the Black Iron Trial.
As a “hidden quest master”, Woo Meow Brother unexpectedly triggered another “hidden quest” after the completion of the Black Iron Trial.
And the most buggy thing was that this time, the hidden quest didn’t come from Murphy or other familiar NPCs, but from… [Special Hidden Quest-‘Special Hidden Quest-‘Special Hidden Quest-‘Special Hidden Quest-‘].
Special Hidden Quest – ‘Ancient Calling’ has been triggered!
Task content: in the name of God, purify the evil spirits! Delve into history and clear away the shadows! The way of nature, walk with you!
Mission Objective: To assist Natalie Finocchia Lawson and Jules Belinda in the rebuilding of the Sanctuary of Avalon under the administration of Lord Murphy, and to accomplish as much as possible the re-seeding of the natural faith of the human community.
Base Quest Reward: Divine Enlightenment – Special Psychic Spell Sequence – Weak Luck Spell / Standard Luck Spell / Higher Luck Spell.
Reward for advanced quest: Divine Enlightenment – Designated sequence of low-level nature spells to learn, special title “Divine Enlightener”.
Time Limit: Six months.
Hints!
This assignment can be shared with other Natural Faith Sequence testers up to a maximum number of 10.
Hints!
For every additional 1000 followers of the Church of New-Avalon before the mission time limit arrives, the mission recipient will receive +1 to the number of times he or she receives the progression reward].
“Fuck me fuck me!”
After the Four Great Vajra were shared the quest by Brother Woo Meow, each of them let out a gasp in place, not only because this reward was very generous, but also because of the nature of this quest!
Preaching!
This is missionary ah! It’s a renaissance, brother Meng!
Although according to the advancement of the plot, the rise of the new Avalon Church is already a nail in the coffin after the White Oak Warrior Corps entered Transylvania, but the players have to be directly involved in the establishment of the new church, and players have to run to guest missionaries to pull people into the church this kind of thing is still enough to be shocking.
At the very least, any other game would try to avoid getting players involved in religious gameplay no matter how much they messed around with it.
Let’s just say it’s worthy of the Real Otherworld!
That freedom pulls full circle.
“See, I told you, even though we picked the power system of the Church of Avalon to not be able to turn cool vampires anymore, the development team will surely compensate for it.”
Brother Woo Meow was pleased with himself at this time.
He stroked the Avalon Sacred Blade with a look of wisdom, and said to his four vajra in an enticing manner:
“Right now, it seems that the characteristic play style of our power faction is the ‘Church System’, and in the future, we may not be able to mix up a regional bishop as a bishop. But now is not the time to talk about this, I have also found a shortcut to complete the Black Iron Trial.
As long as we switch to the Nature Faction and get the power of nature bonus in the preferred terrain, we can learn how to make traps like Stick, and as long as the skills are practiced through, soloing the elites won’t be a dream!”
“Well, turn! We’ll switch once the witch hunters are settled.”
The other four had never made up their minds to switch into the Witch Hunter’s power system before, but now that they saw Brother Woo Meow so valiantly, 1V4 and still winning suddenly saw the beauty of intensity.
Although it is really annoying to have to pick a preferred terrain when fighting, but on the other hand, this is also a kind of game features based on authenticity. Come to think of it, vampires are buffed to the point of invincibility under the darkness of night, doesn’t that mean that vampires’ preferred terrain is night?
Hey, I feel like I’m onto something.
“Meow! What are you five doing? Don’t touch the fish, come out!”
Happy Stick’s call in the team frame came quickly as he shouted:
“The fog of war has been dispersed by Lady Tris, the wild dogs of the Tower of the Ring are starting to rout, and Lord Murphy’s orders are to leave no one behind! Come out and hunt down the routed soldiers! It’s almost dawn.”
“Ow, coming.”
Brother Woo Meow responded and left this “Lucky Forest” with the Four Great Vajra.
Under the increasingly noisy night color in front of their eyes, the fog of war that had originally blocked their vision had quickly dissipated under Lady Cress’s spell, exposing the tragic situation of this entire area to the eyes of the small players.
The two besieged Witch Hunter breakouts could be said to be littered with corpses, and it was clear that under the cunning strangulation tactics of the Spirit Energy Hunters, it would be difficult for these remnants to gain an advantage in a head-to-head encounter.
But on the flip side, because of the timely arrival of the small players and Lord Murphy’s reinforcements, coupled with the fact that there were witch hunters constantly running to support both the front and back sections making the psychic hunters’ side suffer heavy losses as well.
“That’s at least a couple hundred dead.”
Old Qu carried his own hunting rifle and raised his eyes to look around, the corpses of fallen people and horses in front of him made him somewhat unable to bear to look at them.
Although he already knew that the background of this game world was an era of chaos and savagery, how would a normal person have the chance to see such a tragic situation in modern society?
They were the chaotic, amusing and manic Fourth Heavenly Plague yes, but that didn’t mean that the young players wouldn’t be touched by it.
Especially in a world where anthropomorphism is pulled full circle.
“Uh, I think I’m starting to understand the pacifists.”
Next to him, Ringsong sighed.
He squatted down to close the eyes of the dead female witch hunter in front of him that had lingering anger and regret but had already lost their luster, and whispered a few lines of upside-down Buddhist scriptures to send her off to the ultimate bliss, before getting up and speaking to his brothers:
“War this thing is also too oozing, fortunately our side will not happen this kind of thing, to be honest, I still can not figure out why this Tower of the Ring must drive witch hunters to extinction. Haven’t the witch hunters been serving as cannon fodder for the Spiritualists and the Goldenrod Kingdom for ten years?
This thing of pulling the ladder out of the river is also too desperate, isn’t it?”
“Who knows?”
Brother Woo Meow narrowed his eyes.
After pondering for a few seconds, he said:
“I reckon that there’s still something fishy about the rebellion of the Old Religion back then, and finding the truth about what happened back then might be the career main quest of this Avalon faction of ours. Moreover, I always feel that there is definitely a lot of oil to be gained from this quest.”
“Oh, how so?”
Black Silk Brother came over and asked, and Sanwu Dou also looked curiously at Brother Whoop Meow, who reached out and patted the replica Avalon Sacred Blade at his waist and said:
“Item appraisal said that what Gramo Elder’s Association made a total of 150 imitation holy blades, and now they have all been lost in the war, in addition to the two in the hands of the gray-haired Demon Hunter Hime Natalie and I have confirmed the whereabouts of the other 148 are unknown in the hands of whom?
You think about it, the development group made the legend of 150 holy blades for what? Not to mention the oak three holy blades this kind of thing is super top equipment!
Now in the three holy blades, only the Watcher is in the hands of Natalie war chief, the disciplinarian and the arbiter can not be located.
Brothers ah, maybe that is the development team to leave us a surprise ah, the legend of the world’s sacred weapons and so on, sounds like enough dick enough powerful.
Even if you can’t get the real holy blade, get a few imitation models of the holy blade with the body is also enough face, after all, the background of only 150 of the thing, light this commemorative significance and collector’s value on the pull full of ow. This cake ah, kind of draw round.”
“Makes sense.”
The Four Great Vajra were convinced, and they had to admit that Brother Woo Meow’s guess was still very reasonable.
So they happily ran off again to join up with the small players who were still chasing down the routed soldiers, and under the guidance of Lord Murphy’s divine spirit blood vulture kept chasing down those spirit hunters who had collapsed under this bleak night.
Their active and tireless pursuit of the few against the many and the weak against the strong, as well as their fervor for war and killing even made those old witch hunters feel their hearts skip a beat.
“Is this the ‘Murphy’s Warriors’ you’ve been mentioning?”
Eugene, the old hunter, rode on his warhorse and asked Norman, the veteran soldier following beside him:
“Are they the ones who went deep into the Blood Wyvern Cloisters to participate in the fight against Salokdar? Obviously weak but so brazen, they are worthy of the legendary savage and incomparable but belligerent mountain people. However, I remember that the mountain folk I’ve seen before didn’t have such a clean appearance as them!
Moreover, why do these guys’ black hair and black eyes always look like the characteristics of those eastern dragon descendants of the ancient kingdom of Calum?
Are you guys sure that they came from amongst the wild and ancient mountains of the Sax region?”
“At least that’s what Lord Murphy said.” Veteran Norman was hesitant to tell the old hunter about the “otherworldly” status of the young players, but every time the words came out of his mouth a strange emotion floated up inside of him. It seemed as if some force was preventing him from telling the truth.
This kind of emotion was very familiar to him, ten years ago when the Church of Avalon had not yet collapsed, every time he entered the natural sanctuary to pray, he would have a similar feeling.
That feeling of being watched.
Perhaps the eyes of the God of Avalon had truly fallen back on them, the last of the witch hunters, or perhaps it was because they had proven their loyalty to the gods with the bitterness of the Ten Years’ War.
If the gods were asking him to keep this secret, then Norman would definitely stop any behavior that exposed the identity of these “mountain people”.
In any case, the fact that Avalon’s favor had been bestowed on these otherworldly people proved that they had become his partners in the ways of nature.
“Bang.”
A familiar gunshot rang out ahead, causing Old Eugene and Norman to immediately pivot forward.
Soon, they saw Sister Marianne executing a fleeing psychic hunter commander.
The latter was half-kneeling on the ground, his helmet already removed and tossed aside, his pale face covered with the Tower of the Ring’s sting marks was filled with supplication as he screamed:
“Marian! I once saved you from an ambush by those Cesar barbarian god warriors against us in Ice Bay! We were friends! Right? Don’t do this. Don’t end my life with a bullet.
Those nature-enchanted bullets of yours aren’t for attacking your fellow man.”
“I know, Punt, I know, and I remember now the way you carried me on your back as we crawled out of the haunted crypts of the ancient barbarians, our bodies stained with blood while you screamed and cursed at me not to sleep through it.
Your saving of my life has always been in my mind.”
The old hunter sighed and lowered the double-barreled shotgun in his hands.
She took a step back and looked at her mutinous cohort in front of her, and in a raspy voice, she said:
“But what I owe you was cleared when you decided to aid and abet your new master in hunting us old friends! Punt, you must remember! This is not personal tonight!
For the sake of your having served Avalon, be decent!”
“Swish.”
The emerald green hunting blade was sheathed, and the traitor instinctively clenched his fists, but on tilting his head to see Sister Marianne’s eyes, which were full of fatigue and hopelessness, he sighed, and, loosening his five fingers, knelt down on the ground and mumbled something in a gesture such as he had once used in prayer.
“May the starlight of Avalon shine upon the darkness of that obscure and divergent path…”
Sister Marianne whispered, then coldly squeezed the shoulder of her “old friend”, letting the sharp blade pierce through his heart with precision, and then churning the heart in a flick of the wrist, cutting off all life from the spiritually enhanced man.
“Well done!”
Old Eugene on his horse exclaimed:
“Worthy of being the ‘Iron-blooded Marianne’, it seems that time and suffering have not taken away your courage.”
“Shut up!”
Sister Mary Ann did not accept the praise.
She wiped the blood from the top of her hunting blade and glanced again at the kneeling body in front of her, sighed and fished out a small vial of kerosene and dumped it on the traitor, then chanted the name of the gods to set the body ablaze.
It was her last act of mercy for her old friend.
She didn’t know what the vampire lord would do to these corpses, but with the feud between the Blood Vulture Clan and the Tower of the Ring nowadays, even the most outrageous thing those evil creatures under the midnight would surely do.
Yet she had no reason to condemn Murphy now, for after this night that vampire would also be her lord and patron of her faith.
Alas, for a witch hunter, the way things were going was pretty much black humor.
As Sister Marianne remounted her horse, Sr. Eugene leaned over and whispered:
“Confirmed! There are indeed followers of my God among those ‘warriors’, baptized no more than twenty days ago but having crossed the Realm of Black Iron under the blessing of my God. Marianne, we have found it! The long-sought-after Holy Land and new hope.
It’s in Transylvania! That is the second chance my God has given to us lost ones! Tonight’s blood, tonight’s the last crucifixion before the dawn!”
“Would you please put away your anachronistic taste for fanaticism?”
Sister Marianne, for one, was impatient to talk about such matters with a fanatic like old Eugene, and she pressed her hunter’s cap downward, saying casually and somewhat wearily:
“It is not yet certain what that vampire’s attitude toward the ways of nature will be, and though Natalie has assured us that he will receive us, can a vampire’s word be trusted?
It’s better to take a step and see what happens.”
“I remain convinced that this is my god’s guidance!”
Old Eugene said in a low tone:
“Our sins have been paid for in ten years of bitter travel, the merciful Avalon has reopened its arms to us, Transylvania will be the next Glamour Island, and we will repeat the great work of the first Presbyterian Church that established the Sanctuary back in the year 530 of the Era.
This is what I, God, wish to see!
I am sure of it!”
Sister Marianne did not retort this time.
She looked behind her on her horse at the bodies under the blackness and shook her head.
Whether Transylvania was the new Holy Land or not she didn’t know, nor did she really want to know.
All she knew was that she was tired and worn out after ten years of fighting, and all she wanted now was to find a place where she wouldn’t be spat on and spend the rest of her life in peace and quiet. Alas, she was almost seventy years old, and though still robust under the blessings of nature, she had less than a hundred years to live, and time was no longer kind to her.
But she has learned to reconcile with time and life through her suffering.
Perhaps it would be good to be a simple missionary or a church mother when she was discharged.
—
“So we saved less than three hundred people?”
Murphy soared through the darkening sky, the loyal Maxim following him in companion flight, always a length behind.
The vampire lord was high in the sky looking down on the battlefield, his vampire-derived sense of life allowing him to feel the routed soldiers being killed one by one.
He whispered:
“Counting the three groups that broke through to the Andromeda Hills earlier, 1,400 witch hunters ended up surviving 1,200?”
“No, only 1000, my lord.”
Maxim corrected:
“Another 200 didn’t end up having the guts to follow Natalie War Leader out of the Kingdom of Goldfinch, and it is rumored that those were cowards who had grown tired of fighting.”
“Wanting to live in peace is a wonderful expectation, and that cannot be called ‘cowardice’, Mark.”
As soon as Murphy heard 1,000 people, he immediately thought that he had 10 more slots, counting the iterations of the population of villages and small cities that were still being claimed by emissaries sent by Miriam to claim their dominion, and that made the lord’s heart very happy.
He planned to find an opportunity to release all these test slots in one fell swoop after a while, doubling the manpower of the small players under his command.
This way, his other plans could also move forward smoothly.
“Mark! Have the veterans under your command come over here and chop off the heads of the Psychic Hunters and Psychic Masters!”
Murphy looked at the dark night above his head as he said in a cold voice:
“Just pile in here! Give the Tower of the Ring a response, and we’ll show them that this night is by no means the end of any struggle! It’s not even the end of the beginning, and they will pay for their nonsense.
It’s not just them.
Wolfsbane, Goldfinch, Dusk!
Anyone involved in the destruction of Cadman City won’t get away with a single one of them! That’s 150,000 men! Those were supposed to be my people.
They need a dose of justice.”
“Yes, my lord.”
Maxim had no resistance to this directive; on the contrary, he felt that Lord Murphy’s decision was too much for his taste.
Transylvanians never gave in to threats.
Although they were full of poor people, barbarians and abbots, creatures like cowards would not survive in their poor mountains!
(End of chapter)