323.Chapter 321: 320 Sheridan’s “Family Gathering”

Chapter 321: 320. Sharon’s “Family Reunion”

“Crap, I knew something was definitely going to happen! The dangerous intuition that Boss Avalon gave me is true! There’s really something wrong with this city! Big problem!”

The green gargoyle “Civil Aviation” had already rushed into the air, and as Smokey Sang nervously navigated the gargoyle around the plague remnants of the ruins of Xicao City and swooped down towards the Bank Street, Old Qu beside him complained vigorously:

“Shouldn’t have let them in before!”

“What’s the point of you talking about it now, pull out your guns and load them with shrapnel! Do your air defense! There’s a flock of scavenging birds up ahead, don’t let them get close, it’s already dangerous to perform a rescue at the speed we’re going, if we hit it we’re going to stall and fall.

There’s no parachute here!

Fuck!
Why doesn’t any player want to make a parachute out of this? At least take care of the poor people who aren’t going to turn vampires and want to fly!”

Smokey Sang’s real-life job dictated that he had a really big heart, and the more tense and critical moments like this, the more steady he was.

While maintaining the overlooking view of the Scouting Technique spiking trash talk to lower the pressure, while maneuvering the flight trajectory of the stone goblin was finally yelling commands at the panicked old tune.

Under his triple mindedness, Old Qu also reacted.

He half crouched on the wide backbone of the gargoyle and drew the shotgun behind him to take aim, and with three dry thumps he crushed the undead scavenger bird that flew in from the flank to intervene, but the precise kills were a complete drop in the bucket for the situation at hand.

I don’t know what happened to Brother Stick and Brother Meow Meow in the bank’s underground vault, the originally calm entire bank street this time have been “noisy and boisterous” up.

Large swaths of plague-tainted skeleton warriors rushed out from the ruins to surround the bank’s neighborhood, and there are also fast-moving ghouls wailing and rushing toward the ruins. The sky was filled with cold winds and flocks of half-undead birds came whistling from all directions, making it extremely difficult for Smoke Sang to maneuver in the air.

That is, this guy is a pilot can fine-tune the angle in the high speed, if encountered a novice operator I’m afraid that a head into the undead bird flock will have to be “destroyed and killed”.

Brother Qu had already been close to killing the approaching scavengers with all his might, but when the two of them arrived over the bank street, they were still annoyed by the dark and pressurized airborne fowls.

“Close your eyes!”

Smoke-san shouted through clenched teeth, removing from his arms the short staff that his own mentor, Heru, had given him for protection, holding the thing aloft, Qu obediently covered his eyes, and in the next instant as Smoke-san bellowed out the subdued mystical incantations to get the psychic spells to activate.

The concentrated sun psionic stone turned the blinding light into a burst that exploded above the gargoyles like a ten times brighter flashbang illuminating a small half of the sky and driving the approaching half-undead scavenging birds to flee.

The dozens of scavenging birds purified by the incineration slammed into the ground trailing charred smoke, giving the two men on the gargoyle a momentary respite.

“This thing is awesome, do it again, quick!”

Qu shouted, and Smoke Sang instantly disliked it back:

“Come what may, no! This thing is disposable, Heru’s buttoned up guy doesn’t have that much good stuff in his hands, quickly contact them to rush out! Let’s go now! With the number of undead down there, don’t even think about killing them back, even if you multiply all the players by ten times, you won’t be able to kill them.”

“Brother Meow! Are you still alive? Squeak, we’re already over the bank, come out!”

Old Qu grabbed the arithmetic treasure bead and yelled towards Brother Woo Meow’s side, but after waiting for several seconds with no reply, just as he felt that Brother Woo Meow might have already ga dropped, a huge explosion suddenly rang out from the ruins below.

A dozen or so Molotov cocktails smashed out in the flames and ignited a small collapsed area, while the few brothers who were still alive in the flames retreated in disarray.

They were surrounded by layers and layers of undead, and could only use the weapons and flasks in their hands to defend themselves. Seeing this, Smoke Sang immediately took a rather dangerous ultra-low-altitude flight, and the first time he swept over the crowd, he pulled the fast-eyed Brother Woow Meow and Little Hands up onto the back of the gargoyle, and then circled in the sky and whistled back once again.

After three round trips like this, the remaining few people were finally rescued from the sea of the undead.

But because the carrying capacity of this stone ghost is limited, resulting in the final rescue of the three people are “hanging” on the claws of the stone ghost was difficult to pull to lift off.

From a distance, they looked like grapevines, with a big bunch.

“Bang!”

Gray face meow brother swung up a heavy fist, will lie on the tail of the stone ghost skeleton warrior fist smashed down, watching that guy in the air flailing limbs fell into the sea of the undead below the wailing, staged a super classic “Xike Iron Fist” of the meow brother survival of the force of the only then let go.

He sat down on his butt on the back of the gargoyle, breathing heavily, and said to Smokey Sang, who was struggling to pull himself up into the air:

“Thanks, bro, recruiting you was the best decision I made this year.”

“You guys came in over thirty! That’s all that’s left at the moment?”

Old Quarter tapped the heads, counting the three under the claws of the gargoyles, only seven ended up surviving, but the good news was that the five from Big Bird’s group came back alive despite being paralyzed with exhaustion.

“Don’t fucking mention it! There’s a super powerful Death Guard in that vault, I reckon it’s at least a Silver ranked Necromancer, don’t even think you can beat it with your current occupation strength.”

Stick, whose face had been scratched severely and broken, spat a mouthful of bloody saliva into the air beside him as he cursed:
“That bastard not only has high strength himself, he will also summon his minions to help in the battle, so damn not to speak of martial virtues, the entire bank street of the dead spirits are all summoned by that bastard.

I knew it, the development team of those bastards will not let us get those gold bars so easily, damn, came to the wrong place, this is definitely a high-level map, or perhaps a hidden group book.

This time, we’ve really lost a lot of troops.”

“Alas, Brother Stick, think about it in a different way.”

The thirty people of the Scarlet Hammer and Sickle Regiment, except for Brother Stick, survived the bald vampire, the kindly-eyed Giant Shark Uncle, this guy relied on his ability to fly, and scurried up to the heights of the ruins before the sea of undead surged over, which is how he managed to stay alive.

He will touch his big bald head that is not compatible with the vampire identity, said to a face of bad luck happy stick:

“We’ve found the gold, right? It won’t run on its own legs, and with that super powerful undead guarding it underground, it’s like putting it in a vault and waiting for us to come back for it when we’re stronger.

It’s just delayed gratification.”

“Hey, your kid is really a genius, this bad thing can be turned into a good thing by you, so good at being clever, come, come, come, you quickly sit in Bharat Prime Minister’s seat.”

Rod glared at the giant shark uncle, the latter snapped and stopped talking.

But then Happy Stick sighed, and he stared back with great displeasure at the ruins of the bank that had been surrounded by the undead and gritted his teeth, saying:

“But right now, we can only comfort ourselves this way, this operation didn’t fail, it only succeeded by 95% Just take it as a wake-up call for us, it’s best not to touch these high-level secret collections when we’re at a low level.

It’s simply a heavenly pit!”

“Right, think about it, didn’t we still bring out a little bit?”

Brother Woo Meow gulped and threw the three psychic energy packs at his waist towards his feet, thumping inside apparently filled with some gold bars out.

“Take it.”

He said waving his hand at Stick:
“Dude knows you’re carrying KPIs right now, this dividend will wait until we fix this treasure trove later, first take these and go hand it over to Little Rich Brother to prove that his investment wasn’t spent in vain.”

“Thanks.”

Brother Stick didn’t push back.

He really needed these gold bars to prove that he had indeed found the great treasure, and after all, he had been friends with Woo Meow for many years, so he didn’t see fit to say anything more at this time.

But the most let brother stick heartache is brothers today group killed in the underground vault, those hard to get the equipment basically all soaked soup, re-arming is another large sum of money to spend.

He felt a lot of pain for this and constantly reviewing his own recent too smooth so that he forgot the hidden threat of Transylvania also lost due vigilance, for a commander, this is a complete and unapologetic low-level error.

But soon, Stick had a new idea with a twinkle in his eye.

He bumped Brother Woo Meow’s shoulder and whispered:

“Although the treasure hunt in the city bank failed, I actually have another project in my hands, about the Blood Vulture Arsenal that Lord Murphy mentioned a few times before.

It’s said that it was a secret arsenal that was specially built for war preparation when the Blood Wyvern Clan was strong, there is one in the north and south of Transylvania, there is no information about the one in the south for now, but I already know the exact location of the one in the north.

If you trust me, let’s go there!
Before I left, I had already made a deal with Lord Murphy, after I find the arsenal, 70% of the weapons inside will go to Scarlet Fortress, and 30% will go to my team.

Right now, our Scarlet Regiment has suffered heavy losses and our brothers are in dire need of rearming, so I can only share 10% with you.”

“Still going?”

Brother Woo Meow would be a bit backed up at this point. He couldn’t help but ask:

“Aren’t you afraid that it’s also a high-level treasure trove with powerful guards? You’re going to lose what’s left of my family’s fortune, right?”

“No! Trust me, this arsenal information is a quest received from Lord Murphy, the development team wouldn’t be so heartless as to place an unbeatable enemy in the flow of this kind of side quest, right?”

Happy Stick said in a deep voice:

“It’s not easy for us to come out once, wouldn’t it be a shame to go back without doing anything? Just follow me over there and take a look, if it’s not possible I can only eat this dumb loss.”

“Okay, I’ll go with you, one achievement for one achievement, all as a favor to brothers.”

Brother Woo Meow nodded.

But this cunning sociopath then turned his words around and added:
“But you also said there’s a secret vault waiting to be unearthed in the south, so when the time comes, I’ll take half of the proceeds from the second arsenal!”

“Half? Why don’t you go rob it? I’ve worked hard to brush up my reputation to find a quest, and you’re asking for half? And what are you hoarding so many weapons and equipment for?”

Rod asked rhetorically:
“You’re operating in a small team, you simply can’t eat so many weapons.”

“Oh, what do you think I’m doing?”

Brother Woo Meow rolled his eyes and bristled:

“They’re all local foxes, what kind of chatty talk are you singing to me? If my team can’t eat it, you can? Come on, we all have the same idea! They are all stocking up and waiting for the outbreak of the black plague to resell at a high price to make a big profit!
This business is for you, but not for me!

That’s not true!”

Seeing that Brother Meow Meow has made it clear that Happy Stick can’t do anything about it, he can only consider himself unlucky, and at the same time, he also realizes that there are really a lot of talented people in this game!

It seems that he is by no means the only one who has discovered the business opportunity of the Black Calamity, and he and Brother Woo Meow are definitely not the only ones who are secretly making preparations.

“All right! Half is half, you help me take down the Northern Arsenal first, let’s go back and get ready, I’ll ask Valander for a vacation, we’ll leave tonight!”
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“Why is it so noisy outside?”

Meanwhile, in the inner city of Sicco City, in the courtyard of the broken castle of the Sicomair family, the young Earl of Sherron frowned and asked to the Valander Knight who was escorting him:
“Is something wrong?”

The bear-strong winged cavalry colonel whistled loudly, and in the next instant a divine eagle swept down from the heights, flapping its wings and resting precariously on his shoulder.

After speaking with his hawk in the animal tongue gained from the mountain blessing, the Knight of Valande said to the young earl:
“That group of recruits’ treasure hunt on Bank Street ended up triggering an undead riot, and they were heavily damaged . It’s really damned! They haven’t even finished their basic training yet!
Sonnie is right, these guys are disorganized and undisciplined, there’s no way they can be good soldiers!”

“Doesn’t matter much.”

Little Earl Sherron, who had already learned about the players’ inner workings from Murphy, waved his hand and said:

“Their training won’t be interrupted because of this, you’ll be able to see them again in three days.”

“Huh?”

The Valander Knight didn’t understand the meaning of the little earl, and Sherron didn’t explain too much, but quickly crossed the castle garden that had already withered due to the plague and stepped into the living quarters where the dome had collapsed.

She had intended to look for her father’s remains here, but the news sent by Murphy made Sheridan realize that she might have a “windfall” here.

As luck would have it, a familiar figure appeared in front of Sheridan and Valander as they made their way around the banquet hall and into their father’s former study.

It was a tall man wearing the heavy armor of a winged cavalryman.

His torso was very stocky.

It was even a head taller than a Valand knight, like a true giant. However, that once-gray armor had now become pitch black, and was ominous just from its appearance.

The study that was once filled with trophies had also changed drastically.

In the midst of the mess lay a “Steel Throne” made entirely of the armor and dried remains of Pathfinder Legionnaires, and in the midst of hundreds of horrified faces, the shadowy man sat on top of the throne, his hands leaning on a giant armor-breaking hammer that emanated an eerie chill.

Under the black full-coverage face armor, no face could be seen, only a pair of eyes emitting ghostly blue fire.

“Father…”

Little Sherron’s voice trembled, while the Valander Knight instinctively tried to curtsy to the man in front of him, only to be rebuked by the latter in a raspy, dry voice:

“No . Kneel!”

The man who was once the old Earl of Sicor, who fought to the last for the city and his people, said:
“I am no longer the man you knew Boone Sanders Sicomair is dead! Died on the battlefield against a foreign enemy, died in the vile and ignoble plague, and died on the night the city he guarded fell to hell.

All you see before you is a ghost struggling not to fall, wandering recklessly in a world where it does not belong. And as you two have fled Hell, you should not return!

Turn around and leave.

I can pretend I’ve never seen you.”

“But you are right in front of me! Father.”

Little Sherron stepped forward as she spoke:

“You didn’t even get to say goodbye to me that night, we are children of the mountains, our bonds will not be severed by a death in the district.

Since you are here, perhaps mother is also
Is she there too?”

“Of course, my child.”

A voice that drifted like a ghostly whisper resounded in the shadows of this study, and in a convergence of green luminescence, a seeping spirit lady hovered in mid-air.

She was right behind the old Earl of Sycor.

The coordination of this spirit lady and the Underworld Knights complemented the surrounding crumbling ruins that were covered in the traces of war, and it was worth mentioning that the race of this Countess Sicco was somewhat strange.

She is a rare half-blood halfling or “half” halfling.
Human and half-blooded half-blood, with the height and size of a human and the beauty and agility of a half-blood, at this time, although it is already a spiritual body, but with the old count sitting there are more than two meters high to form a stark contrast, will be “beauty and the beast” with the interpretation of the miracle of the real.

Already collapsed small half of the wall outside the pale light shining here without the slightest temperature, light here can not make people feel at ease, can only bring endless sadness.

The pale face and glowing eyes stared at Xiao Xuelun, although there was a trace of tenderness left in them, but it was more of the malice from the underworld that was added to all life.

It was clear from the face of this spectral lady that the delicate part of Yukirun’s looks was entirely inherited from her.

“How I would like to embrace you, little Sandra, but I can no longer do so. Malignant voices in my soul compel me to taste your flesh and blood and keep you with me forever.

It is a curse that resides in the present world in violation of life and death, and it is consuming me and your father day by day.”

Mrs. Sikmair admonished in the characteristic “trill” of the spirits:

“Those people have not yet discovered your intrusion, so I beg you, Sandra, my daughter, to leave this place before we are manipulated into attacking you!
NOT!
You should probably leave Transylvania forever!

This land that we have inhabited for generations is hopeless, it is destined to be completely leveled in the Fifth Black Plague.

All sorrow and joy, all perseverance and ideals will be meaningless again.

Destruction will come.

In the twilight of sunset, the warmth of the flames will embrace everything and put us to sleep forever in the darkness of the night, until the next pure epoch comes.

Child, there is no need to feel sad about this.

It is not your fault, nor is it ours, it is simply a mistake that needs to be righted, nothing more.”

(End of chapter)