Chapter 183 182 The rumors are true! Transylvania is full of vampires.

Chapter 183 182.The rumors are true! Transylvania is teeming with vampires and barbarians.

Cat himself did not expect that he just wanted to challenge himself, and in the meantime to earn some “start-up capital” for his brothers, but in the end, things actually turned out to be so hot.

The small players rushed to see the fun is still reasonable.

After all, Lin Bei dog planing in the forum shouted a voice, now players are less, we have a good relationship with each other, running to support a little or waiting to see a joke can be understood.

However, these NPCs were actually mobilized to come over is what he did not expect.

But actually think about it is not difficult to understand, from the Cadman City disaster to now has been a month, the people who survived has survived the most difficult period, in the Murphy and players together to create the basis of the order of life for a long time also hope a little entertainment.

A celebration on the fruit can be drunk dozens, now heard that there are warriors to challenge the monster this kind of gimmick, can come naturally all run to see, the result is that the entrance to the seventh sewer place crowded tightly.

Although there was a language barrier, certain things could be felt without words!

Especially when they saw the one meter eight and a half Cat fully armed against the elite ghoul head that was covered in rotting flesh and wrapped in a foul aura, the crowd erupted into a frenzy of shouts.

“The outside world says that our Transylvania is full of barbarians who love to fight and regard brawling as their daily leisure.”

Murphy said to Maxim beside him:
“I kind of believe it now.”

“They’ve just been repressed for too long, my lord, that doesn’t make them bad people.”

Maxim wished to defend his “countrymen”, but the growing frenzy of shouting around him made his explanations pale into insignificance.

It was only then that the Earl of White Mountain, who had been silent, spoke up:

“Even the most peaceful person will be the same as a wild beast when entering a gladiator arena, not only in Transylvania, but also in the North Wind Castle or Borisgrad, and even the Frost Dwarves in the Great Wilderness hold similar warrior fights every year before and after the day of Our Lady of the Earth.

There are similar places in the Duchy of Thorns, and I have been invited to participate in one or two of the vampires’ orgies.

But our side of the world would not be cruel enough to pit a weak professional against a ghoul leader; at most, the errant blood servants would fight each other, or the brown bears on the White Mountains, who had just finished hibernating and were therefore very hungry, would be put in their place.

From this alone, the toughness of the Transylvanian folk is evident.
Speaking of which, are we really betting on the fact that this warrior can kill this stinking monster without any injuries, rather than on whether or not he can last more than five minutes?”

Andre, the melancholic poet with grown-up hair, actually spoke quite venomously as he flirted with a gentle but not too distant tone that was characteristic of great nobles:

“I know your warriors are prim and proper, but courage and recklessness are not the same thing.”

“I heard that you are a poet who is popular with maidens and noblewomen in the Kingdom of Nordtorf?”

Murphy didn’t answer Earl Whitehill’s flirtation head on, but said:
“Why don’t we make a bet, Honorable Andre, if my warrior manages to kill this disgusting monster without any injuries, then it’s up to you to write a poem for Transylvania, I’ve thought of a name for it, it’s called ‘The Song of Transylvania’s Dawn’.”

“Surely, such bravery and mad skill deserves my pen, provided he actually survives.”

Earl Whitehill readily agreed.

His being left behind by Archduke Shani was basically tantamount to exile, and his servant Vesta had told him that the White Mountain faction he’d spent a year laboring to build had been disbanded.

It wouldn’t be long before his most loyal servant would also be sent to Transylvania to accompany him.

This did not put His Excellency the Count in a very good mood.

Even though he knew that this was not a mere exile, it was even an “extra-legal favor” from Grand Duke Shani.

After all, once the Black Plague came, Transylvania would definitely be the frontline of the continent’s residents’ confrontation with the Jackals, so if he and his faction wanted to prove their usefulness to the clan and the country, and to prove their own value, then it would never be wrong to stick to this place until the end, and it would at least be better than letting him take his people to the Dark Mountains, the home base of the Jackals, to play with their lives.

Murphy and Andre’s gazes went to the field.

This Sewer No. 7 was actually the place where Murphy had molded the Grave Badge before, and the large space in front of them that was burning at the edges was the pile of corpses that had been set on fire by Maxim before.

This would be the elite ghoul leader that had been seduced over to the scene was made abnormally berserk by the blazing fire burning around it.

Its disgusting and twisted blood red eyes stared at Cat who was holding a sword and shield in front of him, it only wanted to tear this guy apart and use his blood and corpse to douse the flames so that it could escape.

Therefore, as soon as Cat entered this space, the latter launched a frantic and merciless attack.

It was deathly alienated by its claws, the ten fingers that were originally human had been shaped into horrifying black claws like scythes, and its two arms were thick and sprouted ghastly white scale armor. The decaying gas emanating from the rest of its body formed a substantial “biochemical attack”, and if it dared to inhale more than one breath, it would end up in unconsciousness or insanity.

But Cat was unusually calm.

He did not rush forward to attack, but instead adopted a rather clever strategy, just like the best Spanish bullfighter, holding a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, his body sank down to maintain the action of circling around with the ghouls.

Whenever the latter came in a frenzied blitz, Cat would use a brilliant slide to dodge and give the monster a hard sword in the nick of time!
To the surrounding bystanders, it basically looked like the warrior was brushing against the ghoul’s claws every time, and a slight miss would leave him dead. Every successful dodge so exciting would naturally cause the crowd to erupt in screams or cheers.

At this time, the small players also watched as if they were watching a great god raid a boss, however, insiders look at the door, after seeing Cat dodge perfectly three times in a row, Sister Pomegranate’s heart sank more and more.

She now felt as if it was an unwise choice to bet all of the one hundred and fifty gold coins she had on her.

“Where did this guy learn the Mejava Secret Sword Technique? With this dodging speed, he’s at least practiced the Spectral Pace to above proficiency, but how long has he only been in the game? Is this guy a genius?”

Lumina, who was next to him, watched with rounded eyes.

It was a shame to say that even though Lumina was the first player in the game to learn the Mejiava Secret Sword Art, it was because both of her professions were long-range that caused her sword art to remain only at the skillful stage so far.

And Little Reed Name was even more open-mouthed.

She didn’t even eat her favorite candy anymore, and exclaimed with one voice:

“This Uncle Cat is so powerful! His Darkness Pace has a bit of Lord Murphy’s charm, but why does this method of dodging and then immediately counterattacking look so familiar? I feel like I’ve seen it somewhere before.”

“Maxim!”

The last sister, Orchid, leaned on her Iris Shield and whispered:
“Lord Maxim has this habit, I’ve seen it more than once on the battlefield, he who prizes efficiency loves to receive a counter chop immediately after dodging. Cat should have learned the Secret Sword Technique from Maxim, and even learned this habit of the latter’s sword along with him, unbelievable!

We all follow the handwritten notes and read them over and over again then practice blindly on our own, but he actually managed to really learn the sword art directly after an NPC?”

“That’s! All three of our Cat’s character specialties are related to swordsmanship!”

Shan Nan Hu Xiao, who wasn’t far from the girls, explained proudly:
“He specialized in sword and shield and German-style greatsword in reality, and he fought with Maxim the same afternoon after entering the game, and every day he’s either killing ghouls in the sewers or going to find Maxim fencing.

The Dark Elf Secret Sword Technique was an extra bonus he received after holding out under Maxim’s attacks for more than five minutes three times in a row.

He was a true swordsmanship genius!
It’s a pity that he was born in the wrong era and could only play soldier strikes with us, if we counted back a few hundred years, he would definitely be an unearthly Sword Saint.”

“It’s the same!”

Next to him, Kawanishi Wolfwalker took his brother’s shoulder and said with a big smile:
“Cat said he wants to become a true Sword Saint in this game! It’s like fulfilling a childhood dream, I’ll tell you guys a secret ow. The reason why Brother Cat can be sure that he can definitely go through the elites without any injuries is because he already challenged an elite last night when he just reached level 10.

Although he flipped over in the second half and was rescued by our brothers, Cat already knows how to deal with this kind of guy.”

“Unfortunately, this ghoul leader that Stick’s men hooked up with doesn’t seem to be quite the same as the other ghouls.”

Sister Pomegranate, who was hugging her arms, grunted and suddenly spoke:

“You should know that ghouls are specialized based on pre-birth occupational characteristics and combat experience, right? I mean, your Cat Brother is a bit hung over.”

“Huh?”

The Soldier Strike brothers immediately looked towards the “gladiatorial arena”, and they realized that the elite ghoul had become more and more furious after missing seven or eight consecutive parries and having its calf broken by Cat’s enchanted spirit blade in three consecutive rolling slashes.

Before Cat realized something was wrong, it was too late!
The guy swung his claws in place, tore open his own flesh and bone spikes in his back, and actually threw them over like flying daggers. With the brute force, the bone spikes were extremely powerful, Cat used his shield to block it, and the bone spikes hit the inside of the shield, less than a few inches away from Cat’s eyes, which made him break out in a cold sweat.

The opponent can attack from a distance?

Not good!

Kiting and grinding blood won’t work!

He made an instant decision, backhanded the Kite Shield in his hand when the latter threw out the second poisonous bone spikes and slammed it over to hit the ghoul’s eyes, then rolled close to him, and when he got up, he had already drawn the second sword at his waist in a smooth manner.

With both swords in hand, Cat’s offensive stance suddenly changed, from cautious defense to a wide-open, furious attack.

He had instructed Hedong Lion’s Roar on how to use the two swords before, and when it was his turn, the stance was really different, his right hand spirit blade continuously sliced and diced, and his left hand long blade also attacked, but was more used for defense, and twice in a row he pawed away the ghoul’s claws, and then chopped the latter’s left paw off in a backhanded smooth cleave.

Then he jumped up and stabbed the longsword into the ghoul’s neck, then took a few steps back in the latter’s frenzy, holding the spirit blade with both hands in a charging stance and using the force of the impact to stab the blade into the other party’s blood-red one-eye.

“Gulp.”

Strange bubbling sounds resounded inside the ghoul’s body, just like a balloon that was constantly being inflated causing it to grow bigger and bigger and reaching its limit.
“Crap! This is to die together! Cat, dodge!”

A cry of alarm rang out from the stands, coming at just the right time.

This guy will blow himself up?

Maxim, who was still watching with a smile on his face that his recognized warrior would win with gusto, immediately got up to go down and rescue him, but was held down on the stone steps in the shadows by the two of them, Murphy and the Earl of White Mountain, who had teamed up.

This was Cat’s solo challenge!
Maxim going down like this would only make the warrior’s hard work go to waste.

Cat obviously also realized that something was wrong, but his reaction was more direct, his spirit blade was drawn and swung up to slash with maximum force, sending the ugly head flying out while gripping a bloodstone trinket on his belt.

In the next second, there was a loud boom as the black-green corrupted aura exploded in place like a gas explosion, engulfing a third of the entire large space.

The onlookers were startled.

A large group of people then let out sounds of regret.

This warrior was really powerful! It’s just that it’s a bit less lucky.

“Nope! Cat is fine!”

Hedong Lion’s Roar shouted, that broken voice truly deserved the name of Lion’s Roar.

The crowd then looked up and saw an unharmed Cat pinching a dulled down bloodstone crystal as he walked out from the corner outside the circle of explosions.

His hands were trembling.

However, the sharp blade in his hand was still held in a standard grip, and then he raised the weapon high in the eyes of the crowd!

His stamina bar was empty, but his blood bar was still full! Relying on that Midnight Assassin trinket that could create illusions and shift his position at the last moment to dodge a bullet, he really did it, even though he almost flipped his car in full view of everyone.

Injury-free Challenge Elite!

This nearly impossible thing became a reality right in front of the players.

“F*ck me! I had to fight the challenge just like playing a Soul-based game to get through it with a spamming sword, but it turns out that the big guy’s fighting the elites is as easy as Mario eating mushrooms. Are we really playing the same game?”

Happy Stick in the crowd spat harshly, but still cheered for his friend’s victory, while Garnet Sister looked down with complicated eyes at the man below who was receiving cheers.

She felt that she had met a very formidable opponent.

However, she had to admit that some of her previous opinions about Cat had also been changed, this guy had real skills, and she conceded to the thought! She wasn’t going to admit defeat!
“Wow, Little Pomegranate you lost our meal money for this week!”

Little Vikrama chortled with great displeasure as she clasped her arms:

“We’re going to be eating bread for the next seven days, and we don’t even have the money to go to Count Andre’s place to buy fruit candies, and it’s all because of your boring win-lose mentality!”

“Sis, sis, we’re rich!”

Just as Sister Pomegranate was embarrassed, Niu Niu, who didn’t know where he had run off to, suddenly came out and said with an excited face:
“I just bet 100 gold coins on Cat to win! I’ll be able to earn at least 600 gold! The NPCs who came to join in the fun were losing money, but they were happy, no matter if they won or lost, everyone was happy!
Hey, why do you look so ugly?
Who bullied you?

I’ll help you take revenge!”

“You’ve gained a rather powerful warrior who has a bright future ahead of him.”

Murphy, who had watched the whole thing, stood up and said to Maxim, who had a smug look on his face:
“Train him well.”

“Well, I will, my lord.”

Murphy’s monster nodded and looked at the Earl of White Mountain beside him with a sneer on his face again.

But the latter didn’t even notice Maxim’s taunts, he just looked out of his mind at the warrior below who had performed an impossible act in front of him.

“Transylvania is really a land of miracles.”

The melancholic poet sighed:

“It does seem like I’ll have to spend some time conceptualizing this ‘Poem of the Dawn’.”
—
“Ha… one battle to defeat a raiding force from the Tower of the Ring? Not bad for a Transylvanian barbarian!”

At this time, far away on the steam train from the Golden Sparrow Kingdom to the Misty Capital, General Loren, who was sitting in the VIP compartment, also received Major Fraser’s battle report, and after seeing that the Tower of the Ring’s psychic hunter force was completely wiped out, the half-dwarf nodded in satisfaction.

His careful character inherited from his transcendent bloodline was somewhat satisfied.

But this was obviously just an appetizer.

In the briefcase before the General’s eyes lay two reports to be delivered personally to His Majesty King Louis, one being the rather amusing “Capet’s Travels-Walking with the Vampires”.

This report was to be presented to the members of the Grand Council after the King had read it.

The other, the secret report on the Space Rift and the Tower of the Ring, would have to be given to His Majesty the King alone.

“O Tower of the Ring, the organization that was born and grew up together with the Silan Kingdom and was known as the ‘backbone of mankind’ have you also decayed?”

General Loren stood on his chair, looking out of the carriage at the Grimni Channel, which was azure under the midday sun, and which had taken seven years to stand across the sea with the help of the Silver Dwarf’s Earth Priests, after the Silan Kingdom had annexed the Kingdom of Isha.

It connects the isolated island of Grimni to the mainland, and is like an artery to the heart of the Kingdom of Canary Blossom.

The general held his dwarven pipe in his mouth, puffing pungent smoke from his nostrils as he squinted at the seagulls passing through the smoke raised by the steam train.

He whispered:

“You’d better not rot or I’ll still have to get my hands dirty to pull you out of the heart of the kingdom though I’m not resistant to doing that either. Dare to use the dwarves? Heh, I hope you’re prepared for retaliation! We’re a very careful lot!

And that Lord Murphy, is he the one who robbed me of my goods?

Well, it looks like I’ll have to find a chance to beat up this midnight kid .”

(End of chapter)