Chapter 287: 286 Ding Prestige Guidance Quest Triggered! From Freak Wear

Chapter 287 286. ding~ Prestige guide quest triggered! Message from the Bandit Pangolin
The Jackal vanguard that attacked the Scarlet Fortress was crushed plus the Jackal camp was stolen by Murphy’s men, which basically declared that the Jackal plague in Transylvania has entered the “garbage time”.

But last night, the small players did not forget their own NPC’s advice, last night was indeed an emergency situation to search for corpses, Ken Porter’s camp is so big there must be a lot of good things waiting for them to go back to pick up it, so after dawn, the small players divided into two groups.

Teams continue to chase the scattered jackals to quickly advance this hunting plot, no team of casual players were organized by the three old brother mud trucks to go to the Andromeda Hills to recover the proceeds of the players left there.

That said, this mud truck old brother because of the age, experience, let him in the old players quite prestigious, before the fight blood vulture corridor when he was responsible for collecting all the way to the final distribution of materials, now the second team also by the mud truck led the team to come to the recovery of equipment, it is clear that everyone is very convinced that this “old-timer”.

Of course, Dirt Truck did not allow it, and set up rules for everyone in the world channel.

All the things you find should be handed over, bring back to Scarlet Fort, we will hold a private auction in the camp to unify the distribution, if there are found to steal the guy to be collectively condemned.

But this situation was unlikely to happen.

On the one hand, now the players are so little, head down, head up, in order to a few pieces of ordinary equipment not out of the ordinary to do this really can not row.

On the other hand, because the “interface” used by the players is an arithmetic pearl that can be connected in parallel, the mud truck as a temporary node counts the loot recovery through this thing.

It’s basically unlikely to give dishonest guys a chance to exploit the loot.

However, there was still a long distance from the Scarlet Fortress to the D’Andromeda Hills, so it was definitely impractical to go there by horseback, so after the casual players and administrative players had regrouped, Miss Phyllis opened a special portal for them to send them to the place where they had fought last night.

Seeing these small players who were eager to go scavenging for corpses leave in high spirits, Missy couldn’t understand their excitement and “fearlessness”.

She spat at Mrs. Adele beside her:
“It’s the first time I’ve seen someone get so giddy when using Astral Teleportation… Don’t they know that there’s a probability that this spell will get them lost in the Astral Realm?
That’s not true!
Wasn’t there an unlucky guy who got swept into the astral realm last night using Tris’s return scroll? Aren’t they afraid of a repeat of the tragedy?”

“Because the probability is low, Missy, only 1%.”

Mrs. Adele looked down as she counted the Blood Vulture Clan’s casualties in the past few days, and she answered without lifting her head:

“And you seem to forget that death is just an experience for them, Lord Murphy has commented that the greatest advantage of his warriors lies in the fact that they can view their precious lives as an expendable commodity, in which case the dangers of astral teleportation are nothing compared to its convenience.

Even they would regard that kind of accident as a kind of ‘unique luck’ that we can’t understand, a truly enviable talent.”

“Well, that’s true.”

Missy said with a rather agreeable nod:

“If I could be resurrected once every three days like them, I’d probably take the initiative to try things that I would never have risked doing before, too.

It’s no wonder that when Tris talked to me the other day about the proposal to build semi-permanent portals in several areas of Transylvania, I thought it was just a sudden idea she had gotten drunk on.

Now it seems that these portals are probably for Murphy’s warriors.”

“It’s the warriors of Transylvania, Missy.”

Mrs. Adele corrected as she ruffled her long hair as she closed her notebook:

“It is our warriors, and they are more than willing to serve us, if we pay them. I have now discovered that they are very, very good in many situations.

Perhaps you should give them a try as well.

I mean, forming a small group with you at the center, you may not understand it very well, but you have a very good ‘reputation’ among some of them.

I’ve heard Lord Murphy have a distinctive term for those people, ‘lolitas’, well, don’t quite know what it means yet, but I don’t think it’s too good a word.”

“Hmph, Murphy wilts and wilts sometimes.”

Femis swung her night whistling staff, she was obviously a bit tempted but hadn’t made up her mind yet, after a few seconds she said:
“I’ll have to find some psionic users, well, since Murphy keeps emphasizing that Transylvania will be a racially equal region in the future, I should probably recruit some warriors who aren’t part of the Blood Vulture Clan to populate my little organization as well.

Adele, can you tell me what they like?

That is, the pay, what kind of pay do they like?”

“Well, that’s a long story.”

E-sister sighed, remembering her time with the players in the past as she whispered to her pint-sized friend:
“They have a mixed bag of preferences, they like all sorts of things, I’ve even seen some of the guys find things in the campgrounds that other people don’t want as treasures.

On the whole though, they like things that have power, fun or character, and I’ve seen them cheer over the most common vampire hunter regalia that Lord Murphy has issued them, and it just so happens that your closet is full of lots and lots of various styles of clothing from all over the continent.

So I suggest you start with that.

By the way, don’t you still have a few levitating magic carpets from the Songhai Empire side?

This item, with my current shallow knowledge of them, is more than enough to hire one of their organizations to complete a minimum 15-ring quest chain for you.

Considering your personality and not-so-skilled approach to people, I would suggest that you start with Miss Lumina, who is truly a very knowledgeable and humble lady of the Otherworld.

And I bet she and her team would love a gift from you.”

“Well, that team of all brave women, I’m impressed with them.”

Missy said with a very serious nod:
“One of them was a short vampire, one shorter than me . I think I might consider her my first warrior.”

“Uh, Miss Vikrama is already Master Murphy’s Reserve Warrior, and that girl, who really isn’t outstanding in height but is very courageous, is especially valued by Master Murphy, as well as Miss Lumina, who is already Lady Tris’s Reserve Warrior, and Pomegranate, who is Maxim’s first Warrior.”

Adele explained:

“The beautiful and the brawny are always the first to be found by the discerning, but there are two other ladies in that group who have yet to have a life, and although the rather umm, rather nasty figure of one of them has already become a devotee of Avalon, that didn’t stop you from choosing her and the other, rather insightful, Lady Orchid, as Warriors.

Best of all, they seem to be master seamstresses and travelers from the Otherworld, and they must have much in common with you.”

“The lady who is so outrageously fit that Lady Tris secretly adores her?”

Missy nodded thoughtfully, and she glanced down at her not-exceptional-but-not-quite-excellent size with some reluctance:

“Alas, I’d better reconsider.”

While Missy and her friend were discussing how to “compel” the little player, the old man with the “battlefield cleaning team” had already returned to the place where the battle had been fought last night in the form of a revisit.

The large jackal camp has been emptied under the sunlight, everywhere is still burning smoke, coupled with last night’s astral world tear residual dirty spiritual energy infestation, so that this place has not much life left.

Even if there are still some scattered jackals wandering around the camp blankly searching for usable things, after seeing the scene of the small players rushing out when the portal opened again, these scared guys also ran away with a scream.

In their limited and ignorant knowledge, the army organized by King Kenpot was almost invincible, nothing could withstand a jackal army of that size, but such a powerful army was crushed by the vampires and their blood servants, which meant that the vampires were much more powerful than them, the jackals.

Taking the initiative to mess with the vampires again in such a situation was purely and simply making themselves suffer.

The jackals could also think. Although most of their brains could hardly support them in complex mental activities, in general, this battlefield mopping up operation went very smoothly from the very beginning.

“Brothers, the outer perimeter has been burned out, and there’s basically nothing left, so we’ll start scavenging from the tents in the inner circle!”

Dirtbike shouted as he found a box to stand on and waved the psychic pocket in his hand:

“The first priority is of course the usable equipment and weapons, these things can directly enhance our individual strength can also be taken to the camp for reputation, the second priority is the strange looking things, more use of item identification may be able to trigger strange follow-up quests, this whoever gets it goes to whoever.

The lowest priority is gold, silver and property!
These things have to be exchanged for Transylvanian coins at the city’s administration office in order for us to use them, and no one will exchange them for you personally, so don’t even think about stealing a little bit of it.

We really don’t need to play the game to get that far down in the dumps.

Other than these three items, you don’t need to touch anything else, there will be special NPCs sent over to collect low value items.

Everyone has been assigned four psychic energy packs to turn in afterward, and the capacity is limited so don’t pack too many strange things.”

“Okay!”

The players responded in unison, especially the new group of players into the game is more fists and palms are ready to do a big job to express their own nature of the little red hand.

But in fact, most people’s luck will not be so good that it can be described as “red” to the point, the euro king and non-celebrity are a minority, the vast majority of them are ordinary guys with ordinary luck.

But who can admit to being unlucky?

“Get to work!”

Dirtbike Lao gave the order and the little players wailed over the layer of astral shadows that had dissipated so much, there were still Despair Derivatives that would jump out but would immediately be killed by the little players with their swords.

They were long past the stage of being afraid of these strange things.

But while it started off well, the weirdness soon hit them.

Especially after Dirt Truck and the two old buddies had a laugh and brought their psychic energy packs to join the scavenging operation as well, the three of them immediately turned suspicious in their expressions.

This was because there were a lot of chaotic footprints left behind by the jackals as they walked on this campsite, and many of the tents were pulled and torn out of shape, with some broken armor thrown haphazardly on the ground, as well as jackal corpses that had been piled together and set on fire.

“Not good! This place has been ‘patronized’!”

Fully Dangerous Half-Hanging knew it was not good as soon as he took a look at the situation, and he exclaimed:

“It must be that after we left last night, some bold Jackal Clan crossed over to the Shadow of the Star Realm to scour this place, cripes!

The place we worked so hard to fight down was picked up by someone else?

It’s really outrageous!”

“Nope, there’s something else.”

The shoveler with a more stable disposition crouched down and yanked out a broken pocket from the jackal tent pushed down next to him, inside of which were piled a dozen or so rough-textured jackal hand axes and a few pieces of blood-stained outer armor, but the strangest thing was that a dozen or so gold artifacts emanating a golden sheen were thrown into the bag.

This was obviously something that someone had collected but then specifically thrown in here before leaving, seemingly leaving it for these players who ran to scavenge.

However, the new players hadn’t experienced similar large-scale scavenging after entering the game, and they wouldn’t have felt that something was wrong by now.

After all, valuable items could still be found in some of the tents, but the veteran players had already realized the strangeness of the situation.

“Brother this isn’t quite right!”

The Gray Man ran over, dragging another broken crate, and kicked it open under the feet of the Dirt Truck, revealing a few skeleton staffs and the bloodstained robes of a Jackal mystic, which had also been “organized” inside.

He said to his three oldest brothers:
“This was obviously thrown here to deal with us! The real big head must have already been taken away by those guys! Day, someone who robbed us of our prey really has their own way of getting killed!

Don’t let me know who did it.”

The other three old brothers were silent.

They saw more gold coins that had been dropped in the box where they had beaten the gray man, which showed that the guys who had taken the harvest didn’t value the most valuable money.

Just as the four of them gathered together to analyze the situation, Xiao Zhou, a wandering scholar who had also participated in the Battle of the Blood Vulture’s Cloister, sneaked over.

Without saying a word, he slipped a slip of paper into the mudslinger’s hand.

The latter opened it and glanced at it, realizing that it was a piece of animal skin with some local characters written on it in a crooked manner, and the message based on Arithmetic Treasure Pearl’s translation was:
“The situation is chaotic at night, we have no choice but to take your harvest first, but this is to help you save it for now lest it be snatched by the other jackal clans, remember to come to the smuggler’s woodland to find me after it’s safe.

In the name of Lord Murphy and the Scarlet Fortress, I will give you back your fair share. — Pangolin.”

“Ding.”

A light vibration announced the opening of the hidden quest.

The Dirtbike glanced down and realized that they had triggered the Prestige Guidance Quest “Message from the Strange Thief”, which instructed them to go to the Smuggler’s Woodland to get their due payment after the plot of the “Plague of Jackals” ended.

This quest cannot be shared.

However, it can be triggered by anyone who comes into contact with the hide.

“F*ck! That asshole jackal still owes us a quest that hasn’t been settled, and here comes another one.”

Traveling Scholar Xiao Zhou, who had picked up this beast skin in the tent in front of him, cursed:

“It also said that it has prepared a hyena mount for us, I suspect that dog thing is promising empty promises, next time I see it I’ll have to rip its dog head off.

Brother Mudhead, what should we do now?”

“What else can we do? All out of the mission, can only wait for the end of the plot to go to a trip to the Smuggler’s Woodland, alas, before also fought in that place, did not think that actually have to go back.”

The Dirt Truck trio was indifferent, the middle-aged people had experienced great storms and waves and took this matter very lightly.

He waved his hand and returned the beast skin to the traveling scholar Xiao Zhou, saying to him:
“You tell everyone to take the quests, then scavenge and take away what you can, and when this Jackalman Plague is over, we’ll take you guys to collect the debt!

I guess this is the guide quest opened by the ‘Blood Claw Clan’ reputation, after all, it’s the first local force supported by the player himself, so it’s understandable that it’s a bit special.

Forgive that Jackal for not daring to hack our stuff, or else lift its brains to it!”

(End of chapter)