第282章 281咦咦咦第二个富萝莉登场啦

Chapter 282 281. ehehehehe~ The second rich loli makes an appearance!

According to Einstein’s explanation of relativity, the magical thing called time would pass very fast at certain times, especially when focusing on one thing, time would always turn fast.

From this perspective, even if it’s only ten seconds, it’s still very impressive!

For example, when surrounded by ten times the number of enemies, the soldiers in the trenches will feel as if they are living for years, but when they receive strong support to turn the battlefield situation upside down and the victory is close at hand, the soldiers will get excited and devote themselves to the expulsion of the enemy and the pursuit of victory.

The events of this night at the Scarlet Fortress are a perfect example of this.

The militiamen who had been temporarily summoned to defend the city were particularly courageous in the second half of the battle.

Even though Consul Miriam had repeatedly emphasized that they were not allowed to pursue them over long distances in order to avoid accidents, by the time dawn rose, the militiamen who had pursued them the farthest had already driven the fleeing jackals not far from the village of Moorland under the leadership of Mr. Portman.

This was nothing less than a miracle.

The distance would have taken four or five hours even on horseback, but the excited militiamen looked as if they could not feel tired at all.

The boys were carrying their muskets and holding their spears, roaring and shouting with red faces, like a group of hunting savages, who went up to the jackals who dared to resist.

In the past these quite scary foreign bandits in today is like let them hunt and slaughter sheep, more jackals only care about escape, wailing forward to take the road and escape.

Their minds had completely collapsed under the repeated impacts of the winged cavalrymen who were like divine warriors descending from the sky.

But it wasn’t their fault, in the past years there were many beings more determined than the jackals that had suffered the same dilemma, and something like the wing cavalry shouldn’t have even appeared on the battlefield against the jackals, it was using a bull’s-eye to kill a chicken.

Poor Kenport just picked the wrong opponent.

“I don’t know why I used to be afraid of these dogs, they’re totally unworthy of my fear!”

A young man in his teens looked at the sun rising behind him as he said to Mr. Portman, who was riding beside him and leading them in pursuit of the Jackals:
“Twenty thousand jackals were crushed by us in one night, has that ever happened before? Uncle Portman.”

“No rules! Call me ‘Knight’!”

His Excellency, the Portman Knight, who possessed a peculiar Mediterranean haircut, grunted.

He rode on his horse and tried to put on a majestic expression as a knight lord should, even though his lower back was already hurting from the bumps.

Facing this inquiry from his distant nephew, Portman thought for a moment and said:
“I suppose so.

After all, we’ve lasted here for four Black Plagues without being crushed, and although I’ve never seen it with my own eyes either, my grandfather always told me repeatedly about the scene during the fourth Black Plague when I was a child.

That was a lot scarier than it is now.

The jackals that defeated Transylvania are nothing to write home about, boy, the jackals from the Dark Mountains are far more powerful and dangerous.
But now is not the time to talk about it, take a rest, we will head back to the village of Moorland in a while, rest for a few hours and then return back.

There’s still a lot to be done in the city.”

“So can I join Lord Maxim’s People’s Army?”

Little Portman asked excitedly:
“I killed four jackals last night, and I think I’m already a warrior! I want to join them and defend our homeland with those veterans.”

“You wish.”

Portman cursed as he kicked the whimsical young man with his boot:
“Your old man and mother didn’t hand you over to me to fight your way to the battlefield, I’ve got you covered, get your ass over to the collective farm as a militia captain in a few days.”

Just as the Portman Knight was teaching his nephew not to be overly ambitious, the arithmetic treasure bead hanging on his chest suddenly vibrated.

The Mediterranean Knight glared fiercely at young Portman and grabbed the treasure bead to connect it.

“Knight Portman, the Lord Lord’s new orders have been issued, your location is very close to the village of Moorland, now immediately go there to meet up with the Witch Hunter’s militia.

Send all the jackals you captured along the way to the nearby quarry! Form a small camp there, and more Jackal captives will be sent there soon.”

Consul Miriam’s serious voice rang out from the arithmetic jewel as she instructed:
“You select competent assistants to serve as the supervisors of the quarry POW camp for the time being, and they will be replaced afterwards.”

“What? Making jackals prisoners?”

Mr. Portman exclaimed:
“Something will happen if we keep them together! These guys will run amok as soon as they are outnumbered.”

“Put them to work and teach them the rules with a whip.”

Miriam said:

“The most unruly jackals won’t have the strength to screw up after a day of digging for rocks, and it’s the lord’s orders, you have feedback first, now carry out the orders.

By the way, as long as those tame jackals are prisoners of war, those who dare to resist are directly killed.”

“That’s right, this is the way we Transylvanians do things.”

Mr. Portman laughed and accepted the order to put down the treasure beads, he glanced at his nephew who was still sulking, and with a twinkle in his eye he called him over.

“Come here, there’s a good, safe and greasy job for you, and from now on don’t say that uncle won’t take care of you.”
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“Go go go, let’s go together to kill jackal routers to earn points!”

When the sun fully rose, Brother Woo Meow’s few people were already ready to go and were yelling to find someone to join them.

Right now, the Jackal army had collapsed, the entire Scarlet Castle neighborhood was filled with routed soldiers, and the Jackal’s will to resist had already been crushed by the dry, this time they were all birds of prey, so it would be better if we didn’t fight at this time.
Woo Meow Brother quickly recruited thirty people, those who had horses rode them, those who didn’t went to the witch hunters to rent them, they also received the training routine from Maxim, and took twenty new recruits and rushed towards the outskirts of the city with great vigor.

For their part, Happy Stick’s group did not return at all.

They had swiped their team points up by leaps and bounds in one night, and Stick himself had managed to kill his own personal points into the top ten by relying on his subtle tactical arrangements.

A victory last night had made the small players with brains realize that the mainline of hunting jackals was expected to end soon, and right now was the final moment to rush for points.

Even dump trucks, shovels and fully insured semi-trailers, who have never been keen on fighting, have organized people to join this “winner’s carnival”.

After all, for the players, the situation is basically equal to the “white gift” treasure chest and equipment if you do not take it will be sorry for the time and effort they pay.

Unfortunately, today’s bright sun for vampire players is really not friendly, forcing the student party can only be humiliated to run to the sewers to find the bad luck of the ghouls.

It was good that the Blood Rat Gang’s side had also opened up the reputation exchange for ghoul claws, so that they didn’t do it for nothing.

It was in this chaotic environment that Murphy and Tris and Mifis and Miriam received Count Sike and her two guards in the Blood Vulture Cloister.

The Cthulhu Knight Valander and his lady Sanne stood before Murphy’s eyes like two giants, both still smelling of blood left over from the battle, but last night’s charge wasn’t too difficult for the winged cavalry.

It was hardly even a challenge.

The knights led by the two had charged back and forth through the jackal army a full seven times, with only a few more scratches on their armor.

They did not wear battle helmets at this time, showing that rough face and features in front of Murphy’s eyes, allowing him to really see what kind of form the mountain people of this world had for the first time.

Then he realized that no wonder the “descendants of the mountain people” story that he had made up for the small players could not be hidden from the smarter NPCs, the difference between the two was too great.

The skin of the small players and people of this real mountain people together, it is reflected as each have the appearance of little puppy “little fresh meat”.

No way!

It seems that we need to re-design a more credible origin for the small players.

Murphy thought so, smiling and nodding his head at the Pale Knight and his lady.

He and Valander had been “pen pals” of sorts, and had been talking once every two days for the past half a month, occasionally cursing at each other if they didn’t get along.

Therefore, there wasn’t too much unexpected awkwardness in their “face-to-face” at this time. However, the most eye-catching thing in this meeting is not the two mountain people barbarian cavalry commanders, but His Excellency Count Xike who was escorted by them.

To be more precise, Countess Siko’s little Excellency.

What a little girl, look young at most fifteen years old, in fact 160 is not short, but in the back of the two 2.5 meters high guards set off, make her look like a pocket doll.

This countess also wore a set of armor in the same style as the winged cavalry, holding her helmet with a long black and white tassel under her arm.

Her face was not exactly refined.

After all, there was also a lineage of mountain people and barbarians, and her features were more or less rough, but the other half of her lineage was bound to be elegant and beautiful, and it then corrected the overall image of this girl extremely effectively.

Especially the pair of surprisingly large eyes that embellished this face of hers with spirituality.

The Countess had short, lean chestnut red hair, a color unique to the mountain people of Saxe, which for a long time had been considered “uncivilized” in the Kingdom of Sealand.

“Is there something dirty on my face?”

Countess Cicco suddenly opened her mouth and asked in a brittle voice.

This caused Murphy, Tris, and Miriam to immediately retract their gazes that were sizing her up, but Miss Phemis was not affected.

Probably due to their very similar height and demeanor, she was very fond of this “little” countess in front of her, just as Femis had already made friends with little Viktorina for the same reason.

“Please understand, Your Excellency the Countess.”

Murphy stepped forward as the governor of Transylvania and extended his hand towards her with his best smile as he explained in a gentle tone:

“The strong contrast of the commander of the majestic and brave Winged Cavalry actually being such a beautiful and elegant person will always make our eyes dwell more on you.

Please be assured that this is not meant to be slanderous or malicious, merely curious.”

“Just call me Sherron.”

The countess smiled and extended her hand to shake Murphy’s.

At this moment, the vampire’s expression suddenly underwent a subtle change, although the petite countess in front of her was wearing a knight’s gauntlet and was unable to directly touch her skin, as a vampire who was very sensitive to the life force, Murphy still detected the other party’s “wrongness” in this contact.

Especially this “left hand” that is holding together with him.

Under the armor there is not the slightest bit of life force.

There was no blood flowing that could be sensed by a vampire, it was a prosthetic limb!
“Ha, from the change in your eyes, I guess you already knew.”

The Countess Cicco, who called herself “Sherron”, grinned a wry smile, and in front of her four new friends, she handed the helmet in her arms to Madame Sonnie, and then removed the gauntlet on her left hand with a carefree attitude.

“Yikes! Engineering prosthetics?”

Miriam, who had been schooled and grown up next to her in halfling territory, exclaimed, and the other three vampires’ gazes turned odd as a result.

The “left hand” of the Countess in front of her was a silver-gray metal creation made up of complex gears, sliding levers and connectors, and there was no special encapsulation, so the operation of the gears and levers that rotated in the center of her palm when she moved her hand and her mechanical fingers had a sense of “precision! Therefore, when she moves her palm and mechanical fingers, the operation of the gears and levers in her palm has a sense of “precision”.

Of course, in the eyes of the conservative and closed vampires, this scene is a bit shocking.

Especially for the “old aunt” like Tris, she always disdained this kind of mechanical creation without blood filling.

But Murphy’s eyes were full of curiosity.

He felt that the scene in front of him fully illustrated the “unscientific” aspects of this world’s steam engineering, and if the young players saw it…
Well, he had to find a way to let them see and post this scene on the forums to increase the heat and discussion of the game.

“Freaked out, huh?”

Countess Sherron seemed to be very satisfied with the reaction shown by the vampires in front of her.

She raised her left hand and moved her five fingers so that it made a clicking sound, and patted her left arm and left leg with her right hand with great pride.

She said:

“I lost a part of my body in my escape two years ago, but thankfully I grew up with a great engineering mentor since I was very interested in all this machinery and my mom had a halfling mechanic as a follower.

I’m kind of talented in this area, so after fate dropped the misfortune, I used my skills to make up for me what I lost.

So don’t underestimate me, gentlemen.

I’m pretty good at it.”

“Ka.”

As her words fell.

The palm of her left hand then popped out a blackened muzzle in mechanical activity, and again as her fingers moved to allow it to recycle into her inner arm.

It was like a joke from the optimistic and courageous little girl, the Countess, and it made Firmis even more satisfied with her future “best friend”.

And this scene also made Murphy’s eyes shine even brighter.

He knew that the “development team” headed by him was about to give his lovely and brave players a big job!

“Your Excellency Murphy, Mrs. Tris, this is another reason why we have brought our troops to Scarlet Fortress to rekindle the Sacred Alliance.”

Behind the young earl, Lady Sunny whispered:

“We hope to utilize your strength to help Sherron return to ‘normal’ .”

“The powers wielded by vampires have never been associated with ‘normal’!”

Tris asked as she narrowed her eyes:

“So I must confirm, the help you two and your Count want from us?”

“Hasn’t my wife made it clear enough?”

Vulture Knight Valander responded with some displeasure:
“What we mean is to ask you to transform Sherron into a vampire!
This will not only allow her lost body to heal again with the power of Midnight, but will also snatch her precarious life back from the hands of death.

You guys wouldn’t think that, as the daughter of Count Cecco, and as a descendant of the finest mountain folk, little Sherron’s size at this point is the normal situation, would you?

I’m a roughneck, so I’ll be honest.

If you can restore our Count to health, then the Winged Cavalry and the Lords of the Counts of Syco are willing to accept the new order of Transylvania and fight for Governor Murphy and this land.

Last night’s participation in the war was a demonstration of our sincerity.”

Tris and Murphy looked at each other, and they probably understood what the Pale Rider meant.

Murphy glanced at the young earl, who nodded and said:
“Since that’s the case, let’s follow the style of your mountain folk, let’s skip the boring diplomatic rhetoric and political games and get straight down to business.

Femis, get ready.

We’re going to give Earl Sherron a ‘full body checkup’ first.”

(End of chapter)