Chapter 223 222 Ugly is a bit ugly, but it shouldn’t be a big problem, right?

Chapter 223 222.Ugly is a little bit ugly, but it shouldn’t be a big problem, right?

Murphy is very sneaky to make a point pool for this mission to eliminate the jackals, he wants to try to use this “more work, more pay” model to see if it can better mobilize the enthusiasm of the players, by setting a common goal to pull up the participation of all the players.

If this method is feasible, the vampire lord will have another “weapon” in his hands that he can use.

However, the number of players is still too small, even if the 140 people in his hand kill 20 jackals per person per day, a day to get rid of only nearly 3,000, but how many jackal bandits and their dog-headed servants on the Transylvanian land is an absolute unknown.

According to Tris, since the Fourth Black Plague 110 years ago, Transylvania has been in a state where there are more monsters than people.

The reason why the jackal bandits haven’t been able to take over this place is partly due to their beastly nature and willingness to fight within themselves, and partly due to the fact that there is a Blood Wyvern family guarding this place, so that the jackals don’t dare to make a move.

But now, the Blood Wyvern Clan was gone, and the cunning jackals had witnessed the destruction of Cadman City, which was enough to make these barbarians stir.

Previously when the witch hunters moved towards Murphy’s territory, they had discovered that the jackals over in the Andromeda hills had begun to gather and move abnormally, and there was only one possibility for the big and small bandit gangs of the wilderness to merge so quickly in the jackals as a race!
There is only one possibility for such a rapid integration of the big and small gangs of the wilderness into the jackal race, and that is the birth of a “warlord” among them.

Weak jackal gangs will be attached to the warlord according to nature, and then will form a snowball expansion effect, in the past, once there is a warlord born of the seedling, blood vulture clan will immediately send out midnight hunters to clean up the scourge, but Murphy has a lot of things in hand can not have so many resources to engage in this kind of “precision decapitation”.

According to his prediction, in less than half a month, the jackals from the Andromeda Hills would gather into a real army and march towards the Scarlet Fortress, and he had to be ready for that before it happened.

“You have just completed your investigation of the Transylvanian Jackal bandit strongholds, which was fruitful work and proved that you are rapidly integrating into our new system, but now the situation has subtly changed.

I need the Adventurer’s Guild to send another elite ranger unit into the Andromeda Hills to conduct a more in-depth reconnaissance of the rapidly expanding bandit gangs there.”

In his office, Murphy crossed his fingers and propped up his chin as he said to Natalie, the president of the Adventurer’s Guild, who had answered the call in front of him:
“I need a detailed report about the warlords suspected to be rising in that large area.

As you can see, Guildmaster Natalie, my warriors have begun clearing out the Jackals from Count Cadman’s domain today, and with the Andromeda Hills being our next target, I need the witch hunters to gather enough intel before the operation begins.”

“Gathering intelligence is no problem at all, it’s a duty we should fulfill.”

Natalie said with a nod:

“But your warriors are too few in number, spreading them all out won’t be enough, and with the huge area of Count Cadman’s territory encompassing so many villages and complex terrain, it might take them more than two months to finish clearing it.”

“I’m betting they finish in 20 days!”

Murphy said rather confidently.

“No way!”

Natalie immediately retorted:

“Even if they are Otherworldly Essence Spirits and have the assistance of the Cadman People’s Army under your command, they can’t do it! They are human beings, and human beings always have limits.”

“People have limits, but players don’t.”

Murphy spoke in Common.

Natalie looked at him quizzically, and the lord wasn’t about to explain as he told Natalie:
“I’m not asking them to kill every Jackal they see, just destroy the degree of organization of these barbarians and bring their numbers down to an acceptable level, but that’s not something I’m going to discuss with you.

It is the second important matter on which I have summoned you to come that is the point.

The scattered villages in our territory are about to be relocated around Scarlet City, and in another week at the most they will be coming over to set up the first collective farms, which my administrative team is already working overtime to prepare.

But there’s one more area they can’t touch.

Faith!

There will be resentment in the hearts of the displaced territorials, triggered by the fear that their familiar lives have been altered, and I want them to be able to settle down and build new homes more quickly, with the support and comfort of faith.

Therefore, I need the Church of Avalon to send priests to the five collective farms!

You will establish churches of natural sanctuary to calm the people, but also use your sense of natural psychic energy and manipulate the fertile land in preparation for the coming spring planting, a specialty of the druids.

Though you are not druids, I am sure you understand the subtleties.”

“But we have no priests, and we lack even missionaries.”

Natalie said with a headache:
“Right now there are only two Sister Sisters even in the sanctuary, Jules and Marianne, and we are simply too late to train new church presidents.”

“Does it even need to be trained?”

Murphy asked rhetorically, surprised and puzzled:
“You have 1,000 compatriots in the village of Moorland, all of them are devout people who have survived ten years of war but still remain unchanged in their faith in Avalon, isn’t it true that you can just pull a few of them out to put on the natural priestly robes and then be able to be converted into Avalon priests?

Don’t tell me that you, as sincere witch hunters, are not as skilled in the scriptures of the Natural Church as the common man?

If that’s the case, then you guys are unabashed heretics ow.”

“How can it be the same!”

Natalie glared fiercely at the mouthy Murphy, wanting to scold him for his disrespectful tone towards the gods, but then she thought about the fact that he was a vampire, and this aspect was indeed a “racial disadvantage”.

Thus, the adventurer guild president changed his tone to one of explanation and said:

“In the system of the old religion, witch hunters belong to the combatants, although we also learn the scriptures and teachings of the gods, our understanding of the classics is far inferior to that of the preachers like Sister Jules. We are the swords of Avalon, but His proverbs have their own parishioners who specialize in them, who are responsible for spreading them.”

“But I’m not asking you to discern the scriptures with the priests of the Church of the Winter Wolves, am I?”

Murphy spread his hands and said rather matter-of-factly:
“I just need you to use religious ceremonies to stabilize my territories and soothe their barren and longing for a place to call home, I don’t need the level of the priests you send to be that high. I don’t need your priests to be very good. I’ll be satisfied if they can teach my people to pray the rosary and hold a natural service at the church every Sunday.”

“You!”

Natalie was truly angry now, she stood up and slapped the table and chided:
“It’s even if you don’t believe in the gods, this behavior of using sacred beliefs as a naked tool of domination is really enough! If this were in the past, your words alone would be enough for the Gray Knights to go out and take you back and tie you to the stake.

Murphy!

I know you’re a faithless vampire, but you can’t defy the gods like that.”

“But isn’t faith a tool in the hands of the rulers?”

Murphy wasn’t angry.

He just asked calmly and rhetorically:

“After you have survived ten painful years because of your adherence to your faith, how can you still be so naive? Everything that the old church has gone through still hasn’t made you realize that the power of the church and the power of the king are more important You don’t really think that the Avalon Church was completely banned by the Golden Sparrow Kingdom just because you guys started that rebellion, do you?
Let me tell you, Natalie, as an individual I am willing to honor your faith and protect your right to choose it, but I am a lord!
My rule will always come before my beliefs, and you are now a part of that system of rule.

You must understand this as well!
If you must put your beliefs before the safety and security of my domain, then the newborn Church of Avalon may soon suffer once again what the old Church once suffered.

You’re not convinced, are you?
Well, then.

Ask your gods now.”

Murphy said with a wave of his hand:
“Speak these blasphemous words of mine to your deity and see if Avalon will demand that you hold the Holy Blade to punish me as a blasphemer, or if it will demand that you obey my commands.

I consider you to be God’s shepherds on earth.

Your duty is to enlarge the flock of the gods, not to artificially create chaos and strife among them, and not to think of raising the whole pasture and releasing the sheep into the dangerous wilderness.

You are truly the most unqualified group of shepherds I have ever seen.

Go ahead and ask.

Go ask your deity in that little sanctuary.

But I want an answer in the morning, Natalie, and you’ll have to give it to me in the morning whether you like it or not!
If you’re not willing to fulfill your duties as the current nominal head of the Church of Avalon, then don’t blame me for bypassing you in recruiting new natural priests amongst my warriors, but to be honest, I can’t imagine how those guys would interpret the teachings of Avalon.”

“You want more than that.”

Natalie took a deep breath as she stood up, looked at Murphy, and said: “You want to meddle in the reorganization of our church, I should have thought of that, you are trying to use your way to form a new, Avalon church that serves your regime. O Avalon above, you are truly the most dangerous vampire I have ever seen.

How dare you put your hand on the plate of the gods?”

“Would you be surprised if I told you that I have spoken with your god Avalon?”

Murphy stood up and turned his back on Natalie to pour himself a drink with a drop of blood, and he said without turning his head in his gentle movements:

“Your deity acquiesced to what I did, your deity knows better than you what His followers need, it’s not me that’s at fault Natalie, it’s time for you guys to change your minds.

Transylvania will be the place of difference, and you will learn to embrace change, that will be the best thing I bring to this world, you can see it with your own two eyes, and that is what your father wanted me to teach you.

He wanted you to be an outstanding leader!
Unfortunately, up until now you have remained content with just being an outstanding warrior… Alas, your Silver Trial is almost complete, isn’t it? But I don’t think it’s power you need right now.

Talk to my Scarlet Consul more often when you’re not doing anything, learn more about history from Professor Malcolm and draw the wisdom you need from it.

If you want to be the most prominent shepherd in Avalon, then you have much, much more to learn on the level of the art of management.”

Murphy turned and raised the drink in his hand to Natalie, who nodded her farewell with a frosty face and turned to leave without a word.

“She’s grown so much already.”

Tris’s voice rang out from the shadows in the corner of the office with a hint of teasing, saying:
“If it had been the reckless woman of old, her knife would have been drawn the moment your heckling touched her faith. You’ve got to give her time, little Murphy. She’s gifted, she can learn. But you said you talked to Avalon?
Really?”

“Really.”

Murphy shrugged, took a sip of his drink, and said:

“Avalon even complimented me on my good looks.”

“Gee whiz!”

Tris was shocked by Murphy’s shamelessness, and she said:
“The ‘Rat King’s Doom’ psychic aggregation stone is done, but you’re going to have to add ‘hidden drops’ to it requiring you to retune how the thing takes effect.”

“No need to be that troublesome, just make it a hidden token, name it ‘Rat King’s Remnant’ and set the drop chance to 0.3%.”

Murphy responded:
“String together another triggered quest for the lucky ones who hit the hidden tokens to take them to the Blood Rats Gang and exchange them with ‘Razor’ Dorothy for the design of the ‘Soul Snatcher’s Scythe’. That thing is a Forge + Alchemy item, right?
It just so happens that your alchemy hut can scrape a fortune from it as well.”

“.”

Tris was a bit confused by Murphy’s series of answers, then she spat:
“If your little players knew that you’re squeezing them to the bone at every turn, they’d definitely draw their knives on you.”

“But my lovely little players don’t know any of that, so they just praise me for being a generous and handsome lord, and they reap the joy of the whole process, especially when they get the hidden tokens and learn that they can reap a hidden weapon.

Believe me, every little player who goes through this rejoices in their ‘red hand’.

For at least a night, they will revel in the satisfaction of their good fortune.”

Murphy placed the glass in his hand in front of his eyes and looked at the halo of light floating in it.

He grinned and said softly:
“That joy and satisfaction and sense of fulfillment is what I gifted them in return. We all just take what we need, talk about oppression much less exploitation, Tris, you have to really understand that to fit in with them better.

Speaking of which, did you get any results from your reverse tracking of that pearl bracelet you got from Zweig earlier?”

“Not yet, the other party is hiding very deeply.”

Tris replied in a light tone:

“Leave this matter to me, you have too much to do, you don’t care, I’ll take care of it.”

“Well, if indeed you don’t want me to interfere.”

Murphy lowered his head and said:
“Tris, you’re not hiding anything from me, are you?”

“No, don’t get any ideas.”
—
“Bang.”

The speeding arrow pulled out a red light in the darkness, crossing a distance of more than ten meters to accurately break the head of a jackal tamer.

The latter’s eyes were zapped open, but still didn’t die immediately.

This guy has a human form, seven and a half feet tall, weighing about 300 pounds but covered with a spotted mane, and flexible claws to hold a variety of weapons with a vicious hyena head, this body in melee combat can easily tear apart an ordinary adult, and if they happen to have a favorite jackal’s shackles or meteor hammer in their hands such as a heavy weapon, then the scene of the fight will turn into a hammer battle. If they happen to have a heavy weapon like the jackal’s favorite flail or meteor hammer in their hands, then the battle scene will turn into a massacre like a hammer fight.

Therefore, no sensible person would think of engaging an elite jackal in melee combat unless they were confident in their own skills to attempt such a death-defying challenge.

Previously, the small players felt that it was easier to deal with jackals than ghouls, but today’s one-day experience was enough to tell them that the difficulty of trying to take an elite jackal through the Black Iron Trial was no less difficult than challenging a stinking ghoul in the sewers.

However, the good news is that the jackals are living beings, they will suffer pain, they will be afraid, and they will be weakened if they are injured, so the “long-distance slash flow” invented by Vikrama is very effective against them.

These barbarians are generally characterized by a mouth full of sharp teeth and a wagging tail, walking upright faster than a normal human can run, exuding a beastly aura of ferocity and ferocity, and often possessing a large number of weak but cowardly dog-heads as slaves to dig comfortable dens for them to live in.

They also tame animals.

The hyenas tamed by the jackals share their supernatural powers.

These beasts are loyal and savage, and it is said that a litter of young hyenas can hunt on their own after only half a month, which is obviously not quite what should happen to naturally born beings, but considering that this is a magical world, seeking the laws of nature here is more or less a big no-no.

“Poof.”

A second arrow with a scarlet shimmer once again shot out of the darkness, piercing the other eye of the jackal that was resuming its screams and trying to get up as well, the dark psychic energy from the arrowhead attaching itself to its cranium creating a weak implosion.

The heavy blow from this additional psychic energy finally crushed it completely, causing it to fall to the ground.

It could smell the stench of vampires emerging from the darkness while the Meowshark in the student party put away the vampire hunting crossbow in its hand and backhandedly drew the Clan Guardian war halberd behind its back and stepped forward to poke it viciously, sending the cornered Black Iron tamer to its death.

The number +5 on his character interface jumped to 15 points, but he couldn’t even enter the top 30 in the point pool of the Jackal Hunt that had already begun, and the current top-ranked Sister Pomegranate’s points had already reached a staggering 44!

Cat’s 41 points followed closely behind.

“Ugh, professionals are just different.”

Meowshark sighed.

He was also in the first echelon of players, his equipment and skills weren’t bad, and he had also transferred to Midnight Hunter to acquire advanced skills that allowed his arrows to add extra psychic damage, but the gap between people was really too big.

He crouched down and pulled out his hunting knife to remove the teeth, claw blades and tail manes of the jackals, these are all materials that can be collected, and can be taken to the alchemy hut and exchanged for usable low-grade potions.

But just as Meowshark got up to leave, he suddenly heard odd cries.

It was like the mournful cry of some kind of young beast, which immediately made Meow Shark interested, and he explored forward in the stench-strewn den, and a few minutes later, the guy walked out with a frown on his face, holding a litter of four young hyenas that had just opened their eyes.

Hey, I was envious of the poor scorpion lion that touched you before, but in the blink of an eye, I also have a small pet.

As a midnight hunter branch tamer himself, it is really time to start practicing his professional skills from now on, he is the man who wants to become the king of the midnight jerk cat in the future! Let’s start jerking off with the Bloodthirsty Hyena.

Ugly, indeed ugly a little bit, but not a big problem, but this thing in the end how to raise go back after or have to consult a professional.

“It seems that Brother Fu has hired a fierce beast breeder specifically to help him take care of the scorpion lions, that guy’s name is Belly, hmmm, I’ll ask him about it in a bit.”

Meow Shark held the wailing hyena cubs and thought in his heart as he walked:
“The players in this game are all talented, almost all walks of life, know it’s playing a game, those who don’t know still think it’s engaging in some weird social experiment, that said, will it really be like the gossip circulating on the forums, it’s the aliens engaging in a hell of a small experiment ah?

Huh ~ good oozing, don’t want to, and then go to kill a few jackals today to call it a day.”

(End of chapter)