Chapter 205 204 The Transylvanians are so barbaric! Allies Plus

Chapter 205 204.The Transylvanians are so barbaric! -Allies plus more, asking for monthly votes! 315]

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As soon as the small players came online the next day, they immediately noticed two big changes in Scarlet Fortress.

First, the survivors who had been harboring in the forward camp outside the city to prepare various building materials finally stepped into the outer city ruins on a large scale.

The selected camp workers, under the command of Earl Cadman’s “Chief Architect” Chosen Gray Man and “Second Architect” Bricklayer, circled a block of terrain with something similar to white lime.

Armed with shovels, saws, hammers, planes, ladders and other carpentry tools, they were preparing to start building the first house in the ruins of the Outer City under the direction of two design students.

The whole thing was quite professional and presentable.

Specialized drawings were brought out for the workers to see, and the ash-beater had a delicate model built with wooden strips in his hand, which looked like a three-story dormitory building with a square head and a square head.

Aside from the fact that these workers didn’t have helmets, and the lack of some large mechanized tools, there wasn’t much difference between this place and a standard construction site.

The “three generals” in the camp, who were also the “three warriors” under Consul Miriam’s command, i.e., the three old brothers of dump trucks, forklifts, and all-risk semi-trailers, would grab some sunflower seeds, stand by to maintain order, and have their assistants loudly and repeatedly read out the new “construction” program. Read out the new “construction workers labor points calculation of new regulations”.

When the young players saw this, they knew that their Lord Murphy had finally begun the city building program that had been on paper for so long.

However, the smart players have already guessed that this must be related to the large-scale cleanup of those dangerous ghouls in the sewers in the past few days.

“See, I told you before, this game is just like the real world, there’s a set of underlying logic driving it.”

Riding on his beloved scorpion lion has gone out to skate around and come back, touch you poor, to just online, is in the game jumping around to move the body of the good basemate live whole quite good said to:
“Because we cleared out the dangerous ghoul graves in the sewer area, the workers dared to enter the outskirts of the city to start rebuilding, all the plot advancement can be found in the backstory for the reason, and the players are the most important plot advancement in this game.

If we left it all up to the NPCs, I’d say it’d take at least three months before we could officially get to the rebuilding part, and by then winter would be upon us!
It’s rumored that Transylvania’s winters are so cold that it’s possible to freeze to death.”

“Ch, you also said that it’s just NPCs, so just refresh a batch of them after they freeze to death?”

The living whole quite good casually said a word that exposed his “newcomer status”.

This guy and other in the forum to hang out for a long time in the “gluttony party” is not the same, he is also very busy in reality, there is a very full personal life, so in the touch you poor lure to fill out the test application and did not how to read the posts in the forum.

This made Touch Your Poor have to explain again:
“You think beautiful! I’ll give you, the NPCs in this game are all unique, when they die, they’re completely gone, you can even see their tombstone changes and close friends and family members occasionally go to mourn. You guys!
You’re going to be the village chief in the future, don’t treat these NPCs we worked so hard to save as expendable! If you really dare to do that, just watch out for other players sacking you.

A lot of people have become friends with the NPCs in the camp, if you dare to mistreat them those guys will dare to single you out offline.”

“Ch, I’m still afraid of that?”

Living whole quite well grinned, riding his gentle old horse and looking left and right, soon he spotted a large number of small players hurrying in groups in the direction of the inner city.

It was as lively as a fair.

Touch Your Poor also discovered this, and casually dragged Old Qu, who was riding a black colt and holding a crunchy pear for “breakfast”, and asked:
“Brother Qu, what are you going to do?”

“Don’t you know that there are new high-level NPCs in the inner city?”

Brother Qu said to Touch Your Poor as he ate a pear with a big mouthful of juice:
“They’re awesome NPCs! It’s said that they’re vampires from the Blood Alliance Clan, each of them is a professional trainer, and a few night owl players found them last night. These NPCs will occasionally teach some Black Iron Order advanced combat techniques, and they can also trigger the Blood Alliance Clan’s prestige quests, especially their leaders!

It was a Silver ranked Bow Knight, rumored to be a Blood Clan girl with long legs.

And there’s a legend that she’s selecting talented long range shooters and teaching them some advanced shooting and scouting skills… Aren’t I the shooter? Although it doesn’t fit well with someone’s status as a Bow Knight, I would like to go and try my luck, why don’t we go together?”

“Hey, didn’t you just say that all NPC refreshes have a backstory to explain them?”

The living whole quite well next to him pricked up his ears and listened to the whole thing, then he laughed and crossed his arms and said:

“How do you explain these suddenly refreshed NPCs?”

“This new friend are you stupid?”

Touch Your Poor hadn’t said anything yet, Qu got upset first, and he threw the half-eaten pear in his hand into the distance, where a few foraging crows were perched.

This musketeer wiped his hands, looked up and down the living whole quite well, said:

“That’s a support vanguard that we made an appointment with someone else’s Blood Alliance Knights after we fought the Blood Buzzard Cloister, so there must be a backstory ah! They arrived at Scarlet Fortress almost 10 days after departing from the Dark Mountain Range, tsk, look at you, you don’t know anything and you still look smug.
You’re a newbie, aren’t you?
Have some shame!”

“Fuck!”

Having been lectured, Live Whole Quite Well wanted to argue, but Qu had already tilted his head up and ignored him with the condescending stance expected of a veteran player, pulling out his riding crop and giving a light smack to his colt’s buttocks, and the divine Hunting Demon colt immediately hissed and rushed in the direction of the inner city.

This was the second change that the small players found in Scarlet City.

At this moment, in the inner city, on the huge area of land that had been leveled by the impact of the Star Realm, a second camp outside of the Adventurer’s Guild was rising up. The reserve knights of the Blood Alliance Clan had been provided with good and comfortable “local specialty” gray tents, and Miriam had also given them enough supplies.

Of course, being vampires, it was only natural for their camp to be near the shadows, and they were stationed right near the previous cemetery.

The residual death spirit energy here kept the temperature low, which was naturally cozy for the vampires.

Ms. Laneia, as the leader, had her own room in the Blood Vulture Cloister, but she preferred to stay with her soldiers, so she had set up a tent for herself here as well.

The Blood Alliance camp was bustling with activity.

The small players who ran here to learn advanced general skills and seek new profession transfer didn’t mind doing a few quests along the way, and thus the group of enthusiastic local Blood Servants who spoke odd words almost helped them finish setting up the majority of the camp while these Blood Alliance Reserve Knights watched with odd eyes.

It was as if no matter what outrageous requests they made, these Blood Servants would happily and heartlessly do it.

All of this was seen by Lady Leonia.

She nodded with great satisfaction and took another look at the arithmetic pearl in her hand that had been gifted by Murphy.

“Although the Blood Vulture Clan has suffered a disaster, they have trained their Blood Servants really well! There aren’t many Blood Servants that are so energetic and know how to advance and retreat in this era anymore ah.”

The proud Bow Knight said so in her heart, but her attention soon shifted to the side of the Adventurer’s Guild’s camp in the inner city that was distantly opposite from the cemetery area.

As a Bow Knight specializing in scouting and long-range sniping, and an Elf Ranger who had participated in the Fourth Black Plague War, she had once fought side by side with the Witch Hunters of the Church of Avalon, and had also heard of the feud between the Witch Hunters and the Vampires in the human territories.

It made it hard for her to guess what the local vampires had been smoking, and why they had absorbed the witch hunters into their city.
Did that Lord Murphy and Archduke Tris think they were getting too comfortable?

She could also feel the witch hunters’ scouting birds of prey flying around her camp all the time, and it was clear that the witch hunters had noticed them as well.

“Gee whiz, humans.”

The condescending Bow Knight was unconcerned about this.

She returned to her tent with a graceful gesture, removing her bow as her main weapon and moving her body to push open the black coffin that served as the “bed” in the tent.

She was going to follow the “proper routine” of a classic vampire and lay down to rest at this time, enjoying the quiet darkness until night fell on this unfortunate land once again.

But just as Lady Leonia undid the straps of her chainmail, her sharp ears twitched, and she put on her war helmet to hide her elven face, which was too “unique” and exotic compared to the other vampires, and then she stepped out of the tent with her war bow on her back.

Then, she saw Maxim standing outside the tent.

“Hello, Captain Leonia!”

Maxim made a Transylvanian military salute to the elven vampire in front of him as he introduced himself:
“I am Baron Maxim of Lim under the Count Cadman’s faction of the Blood Vulture Clan, and commander of the Cadman’s People’s Army, and I have come to take charge of the handover to you. In Lord Paranor’s instructions, one of your tasks is to help us train our army, so I’m going to grant you the title of ‘Special Military Advisor to the People’s Army’.

Also, I would like to invite you to the reception banquet we have prepared for you”

“At this time?”

Lainnia responded with the cold expression expected of an elf and a descendant of Pride: “The sun is already high in the sky, this does not look like an invitation, but more like a provocation.”

“Well, you are a wise scout for having been spotted so easily.”

Maxim also stopped pretending.

A provocative smile appeared on his face hidden under the vulture mask as he moved his hand armor and whispered:

“Adele is my companion, she serves the same honored elder with me, she has contributed indelibly to the construction of this city and this territory, in any way, she is an indispensable friend.

And you mercilessly humiliated her the first moment you entered our territory, Adele is the Baroness of the Darkness appointed by the Archduke of the Blood Vulture Clan himself!
As such, your behavior is tantamount to provoking the entire Blood Vulture Clan.

I don’t know how such a situation should be handled in your Blood Alliance Knights, but in our Transylvania, all provocations will be duly responded to!”

“So, in a situation where it’s inconvenient for the higher-ups to step in, they can only send out fearless dogs of war to regain lost face?”

Leonia sneered:
“I was just saying that the vampires here aren’t quite the same as the ones I’ve seen, but now I suddenly realize that there doesn’t seem to be much of a difference, just as hypocritical, just as cunning, and just as boring. In that case, come on.

Find a place where you won’t be disturbed by the sunlight, Baron Lim, I accept your challenge, but I will show no mercy.

With your rank, you’ll have to be prepared to return with serious injuries.”

Maxim shrugged at the unforgiving response, spreading his wide blood wings and gesturing to the Bow Knight again for her to follow.

After ten seconds or so, Maxim reached the entrance to Sewer 7, but he waited in place for another ten seconds before he saw the belatedly arriving Lady Laneia, and it was only at this point that Maxim realized that he had made a common-sense mistake.

Not all vampires flew as swiftly as blood vultures.

In front of him, the silver-ranked bow rider’s wings looked as small as ornaments, and even gliding at high speeds was barely possible.

So delicate and fragile that Maxim couldn’t help but worry about whether her wings would snap open during a sharp turn in battle.

Ah, until this moment, Maxim didn’t realize what his master meant by the phrase “even small is cute” that he always said when he saw the Earl of Hakusan.

So it was a taunt!

Such exquisite grammar, worthy of Master Murphy.

“What’s that look of pity?”

Leonia chortled with great displeasure:

“Put away your undignified expression, Baron Maxim!”

“I just thought that your wings were very . Well, delicate, that’s all, no need to get upset, after all, tiny is cute too.”

Baron Lim shrugged his shoulders and spoke in a tone that made one very upset while making a gesture of invitation at the murderous gaze of Lady Leonia.

The two entered the Fight Club, which wasn’t open at the moment, but the somewhat free members of the Blood Vulture Clan were basically here, and the gladiatorial arena that was used for fighting had been cleaned up by Maxim’s Blood Servants.

“It’s away from the sun, so I don’t think it will burn your delicate skin again.”

He walked towards the gladiatorial arena and said to Leonia behind him:

“This is also the place where our Bloodservants unleash their warlike spirit with us, the last of the Bloodwyvern’s sons, and there will always be the underdogs who put on an unexpected comeback, or sue for the glory of battle with their blood.”

“An underground gladiator arena? How barbaric.”

The Bow Knight commented:

“It seems I wasn’t wrong about that comment I made to that Lady Adele, aren’t you enjoying the depraved pleasures of this Shadow Elf?
I’ve never seen any civilized race that indulges in such barbaric fights.”

“You arrogant descendants really can’t speak properly, can you?”

Maxim was also getting a bit bored.

Lord Paranor’s arrogance stemmed from people’s strength and the kind of chivalrous style that wasn’t too off-putting, but he wasn’t as prickly and scratchy as the elf in front of him, who brought an off-putting flavor to every word.

“Miso.”

The black blade of the catacombs was sheathed.

Instead of drawing her war bow, Leonia backhandedly drew the two vampire hunting knives at her waist, clearly not intending to use her primary weapon to bully the vampire in front of her, whose rank was a full step below hers.

But as a full member of the Blood League Knights, she would gladly accept all challenges and win in battle to continue that pride of victory.

In this regard, Maxim did not care.

He was a pragmatist.

The moment “Fight Club Scarlet Woman” Mary flew in the air to announce the start of the battle, the Catacomb Sword Guard’s Death Grip shot forward, which was easily dodged by the Elven Bow Knight, who was known for his dexterity, but then Maxim’s blades flashed across the room, which was not so easy to dodge.

The moment the hunting knife and the black blade collided, Leonia’s expression changed slightly.

This vampire.
Something wasn’t right!
This power is too much!

Not at all like the strength of the Black Iron rank, she realized that she seemed to be a bit gullible, but quickly adjusted her mind to use her elven sword art to pierce forward only to be dodged by Maxim’s sliding step, the sword style in his hand suddenly changed, and in the wide-eyed gaze of Leonia, with a counter-attacking technique that she was uniquely familiar with, he picked the hunting knife in her hand and flew it out of the air.

The delicate blend of elven and vampiric styles of the hunting knife spun and crashed to the ground with a light and sneering thud, causing the local vampires in the surrounding gallery to cheer.

“You know quite a bit about Grave Sword Guards, Shadow Elf’s Spectral Pace, and the Sword of Sanction that the Blood Knights specialize in!”

The Bow Knight said in a cold voice:

“Who taught you that?”

“Well, it was an honorable man who wanted very much to take revenge on his humiliated heir, but was unable to do it himself due to his status.”

Maxim replied in a low voice as he turned the Grave Black Blade upside down so that its blade was in a 90° stance to the ground, in the starting pose of this Midnight Slayer sword art:
“If the so-called ‘black iron’, ‘silver’ and ‘gold’ can decide the winner on paper, then all wars in this world will ultimately will be converted to a lip service session. Ms. Leonia, I urge you to be more serious.

Otherwise, a single defeat will become the most bitter ‘gift’ you can get from entering Transylvania.

In addition, I want to tell you that that Adele you call ‘bastard’ is not weaker than me on the level of real-world destructive power; she is the most powerful assassin under Master Murphy’s command, and even Archduke Shani appreciates her prowling in the darkness of the night.

In other words.
You and your weak knights should be thankful for her forbearance for making it as far as the Scarlet Fortress alive!
Perhaps the welcome of us Transylvanian ‘barbarians’ could be a lesson or a truth?
To teach you what ‘respect’ means!”

“I will only respond to you, I’m going to get serious.”

The Bow Knight backhandedly drew the war bow behind his back.

Maxim shrugged his shoulders, knowing that the odds were that he couldn’t beat the elite Bow Knight in front of him, who had been trained for a long time in the Dark Mountains.

But it didn’t matter much.

If you can’t do it once, you can do it twice, as long as you don’t die there will always be a day when you see victory, and the extreme potential given to him by Lord Murphy gave him the confidence that he could see the arrogant lady in front of him as a stepping stone .
Hmm.

One beautiful and arrogant enough to be a stepping stone to a more powerful realm!

(End of chapter)