324.Chapter 322 321 Dusk is all around us!

Chapter 322 321.Dusk is all around us!

The pale light in the study where the walls had collapsed did not harm the spirits, and naturally did not bring the slightest warmth to the living. And the Count and Countess of Sicomel, who existed in that light, had completely faded from the living, and existed in another guise before the eyes of their only daughter.

Their form at this moment was so strange that a certain expectation that existed in the heart of the young Count of Sherron was completely shattered at this moment.

Her heart was quite bitter, and she was even about to shed tears, yet the vampire’s nature of not being able to shed tears allowed her to maintain the last of her decency as a lord. However, little Sherron was not one to be crushed by a change in mood, so after a brief silence, and with the vigilance of the Valande knights’ sword-wielding guards, she raised her head and asked:

“You didn’t used to talk like this, either death has changed you or the bastards who made you what you are have fed you something bad, the whole city is boiling but we should have a bit more time.

Father, and Mother, please, both of you, tell me more about the inner workings of the world that I don’t know.

About the undercurrents in Westcott, about what you all went through after your deaths, and about those assholes who hid their heads!”

“Well, my son, you have so many questions, but unfortunately we have so little time.”

The old Earl of Sicomair said in his own parched vocal cords:

“I can feel the call of death from afar, they have noticed the ripples here, and the will of evil will soon strip us of our last sobriety, so let’s make this short.

That plague two years ago wasn’t just a mere act of war, and we’re guessing that even General Loren, who ordered the plague to be dropped, didn’t know what was hidden in the barrels of plague he threw out.

He was not innocent.

But he really had very little to do with what followed in Westcott.

That painful and brutal death was just one piece of a grand plan, Loren was a pathetic pawn along with us, and the destruction of Cicco City was even just a back-up for another plan, and the fact that you’ve become a vampire is proof that everything they’ve been planning in the Blood Vulture Clan has failed, and that means that we’re the ‘dark pawns’ that are about to be put on the the chessboard.

There’s not much I can tell you, boy.

We are just enforcers of death called back from the underworld, they don’t need us to help them think, but it’s all about the Black Plague.

Those people don’t want the Fifth Black Plague to repeat the mistakes of the first four, and they’ve resolved to clear the Jackal’s beastly legions of anything that stands in the way of their slaughter of the continent.

Transylvania bore the brunt of it!

And perhaps the Dwarves’ Brass Fortress as well.

We can tell you with certainty that what happened in Transylvania is just one link in a big web that has taken a long time to weave.

We’re not even the most important.”

The young Earl of Sherron bit his lip.

She glanced at her father and said:

“Lord Murphy told me a name, Twilight are they manipulating you? Are they the ones who are manipulating the destruction of Westcoat City and your rebirth?”

“Stay away from that name, it brings misfortune.”

Mrs. Sicomair warned sternly:
“Their gaze has never been far from us, they are beside us, they have existed for more than a hundred years, they have been behind many of the great events that have occurred on the continent in those hundred years, and all of this underhanded push has been for the scene that will take place five months from now.

Their patience is frightening, and the power they wield is even more unfathomable.

They preach a dangerous doomsday theory, and all that I have just said was branded by them into the resurrection pact of the Underworld, engraving it firmly into our souls.

They believe that the entire Era in which we live is a mistake that must be righted, and everything that has happened in the city of Xikor is proof enough that the Tower of the Ring, which claims to be impregnable, has long since had their shadow as well.

We have said enough.

Sandra, it is time for you to leave!”

“The book on the third shelf, fifth row, fourth column, has what you need inside.”

The Earl of Sicomair, who could obviously understand why his daughter and most loyal knight had ventured back to these ruins, spoke in a dry tone:

“Sandra, you must re-establish the traditional power of the Sicor Winged Riders by re-signing the Guardian Pact with the Spirit of the Mountains as Earl of Sicor, and the ceremonial items for the signing of the Pact are located in the ancestral crypts of the Sicormeyer family.

It has been destroyed by the war, but you must rediscover the Chalice of the Woods!

Without the blessing from the mountains, the rebuilding of the Winged Riders is doomed to be nothing more than the erection of an empty shelf that can hold back no evil.

Valander.”

“In!”

The Pale Knight straightened his back, longsword in hand and looked to his former lord, the old Earl who had become the Lord of the Underworld, and said in a mute voice:

“Guard my daughter as you guard me, as you guard your honor.”

“I swear it!”

The knight responded in a hushed voice.

“Move, the call of death is imminent.”

The spirit of Mrs. Sicomair continued to vibrate as she wore an agonized expression and screamed and chortled:
“Leave this! Never set foot in these ruins during the darkness of night, their eyes will patrol these ruins of death under the night, we can still control the undead under the city, but when that moment of inevitable separation arrives, you will have to turn your weapons on us!”

“How shall I save you?”

Little Sherron screamed as she swept over to take the large, thick leather book her father had spoken of under lock and key in her arms before she was carried out of the study by the Valandrian knight:

“Tell me! Tell me at least one way! Father, Mother! Tell me!”

“Only rest in peace is the best blessing for the dead, my child.”

The old earl’s low voice echoed and surged through the darkness, and with a desire for destruction that was forced down, he said:

“Purify us with your own hands as we meet again on the battlefield.”

“Bang.”

Door after door of the shattered castle closed in the cold wind, and as Sherron watched a layer of ghostly black frost stretched up from the surface of the ground and flew to seal off all paths into it.

This represents a farewell.

It also represented the sealing of the self.

It was enough to prove that the old Count and his wife still maintained the last of their sanity and lucidity, but as they said, as the awakened ones it was difficult for them to make a resolute confrontation after the mandatory order had been given.

“We must leave, Sherron.”

The Valandrian knight leaned his ears to listen for movement around him.

An unsettling restlessness was already spreading, as if the entire ruins of the city were coming to life in a frightening way under the call of some force, and he had to get the young Count Sheridan out of there before things became irreversible.

But to his surprise, the little snow Lun did not want to die in place to beat his chest.

On the contrary, she acted very calmly, clutching the book in her arms that contained the winged cavalry armor and weapon forging diagrams, and after taking a deep breath, she took the initiative to take a step in the opposite direction.

“I thought you were going to cry, Earl-sama.”

Knight Valander whispered as he quickly followed:

“You used to love to cry in front of your parents.”

“I am crying, Valander.”

Sheridan said tautly:

“But I’m a vampire, and vampires don’t cry, which is a good thing, so that no one can see my weak side We must hurry back to the mountains to gather the elders of the tribe at once; father wants me to recast the guardian pacts of the Winged Riders and the Spirits of the Mountains.

He wasn’t actually thinking of admitting defeat!

He also wanted to see the proud Winged Riders run across the lands of Transylvania once more!

I must do it all for him.” “But the family mausoleum has been badly damaged in the war.”

Knight Valander said helplessly:
“We’ve been in there and it’s almost completely collapsed.”

“Miss Dorothy of the Blood Rat Gang used to be a grave robber, she must have a way to bring back the ‘Forest Wood Holy Grail’ that father mentioned from the collapsed tomb.”

Little Sherron blinked her blood-red eyes as she said:

“Also, I wish to invite the witch hunters of the Church of Avalon to come and observe our ceremony.”

“No! That’s not traditional!”

Valander instantly exploded.

This ancient and serious mountain folk knight said in a deep voice:
“The feud between us mountain folk and the Old Religion has been going on for hundreds of years, Lord Earl, and they have been claiming that our ancient faith is a branch of the Avalonian sect, which is humiliating to our tradition! Our faith has existed much longer than that bullshit Old Religion.”

“Alas, Valander, what’s the point of dwelling on this when we’re all like this now, and the Old Religion has been buried in the dustbin of history?”

Little Sherron whispered:

“Instead, I now hope that the nonsense of those witch hunters is true, which means that the power of their beliefs can be used for us, and that the faith of the mountain people coupled with the rituals of the Old Religion might allow both sides to benefit from it.

You heard Father and Mother’s warning.

The situation we have to face is too grave for this to be a time to dwell on the past, and since I am the current Earl of Sicor, I have command over this mountain forest and the tribes of mountain folk.

I say we invite President Natalie and her followers to come and observe our ceremony!
My mind is made up!

If that Elder has a different opinion, let him go directly to the Scarlet Fort and appeal to Governor Murphy! That is all, I must tell Murphy the information we have just gathered, it will surely help him.”
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“Ah, a headache! How this damned twilight is like pulling a carrot, pulling one out brings out a bunch!”

In the Scarlet Castle’s Blood Wyvern Corridor, Murphy, who had finished his conversation with little Cherun, was as sullen as water, even though the Lord was always optimistic he was still too happy by the events that had happened over the past two days, and even wanted to ride in the convertible car and take Tris out for a walk.

The south of the filthy swamp, the north of the city of Xike actually have undead legions of this unscientific thing exists, and now the little Xue Lun has been confirmed from the old count that this is the “twilight” of the handiwork.

Combined with the previous plague rat king Zweig’s interrogation record, basically can confirm that the dusk in Transylvania set up the time and method has far exceeded the imagination of Murphy and Tris.

What’s worse, there seems to be a part of this matter that is related to Tris.

This made it imperative for Murphy to pay immediate attention on both a public and private level.

However, he also knew very well that at the current stage when Scarlet Fortress had just finished the big hunt against the jackals and was ready to turn to construction, he simply didn’t have enough resources to solve these two problems quickly.

Not to mention the side of the Filthy Swamp, the undead legions in the city of Xike alone were already a problem that could not be solved at all.

Xike City is not a “small countryside place” like Cadman City.

There were nearly half a million people in that city before it was destroyed, and those killed by the plague were a handful of the best soldiers of the Confederacy of Bohemia.

“No, even if I send out all the slots I have on hand now, I won’t be able to gnaw on this bone even if I rely on the players’ three days and one life to gnaw on it.”

Murphy quickly made a decision.

He had to ask for support from “outside forces”.

Certainly not the Wolf Woman or Marshal Loren, who would not use their precious power for such things.

The truth was brutal.

If Transylvania couldn’t withstand the ravages of the jackals, then both of them had to keep their elite to protect their own borders, and it wasn’t a normal commander’s decision to help his neighbor in such a situation right now.

Therefore, Murphy intends to ask for the help of another “golden thigh”.

“When it comes to this kind of critical time, it is true that only ‘family members’ can be relied upon.”

His Excellency the Governor spat as he spread his wings at the entrance of the corridor and flew silently through the inner city, which had already been fully cleared by the witch hunters.

The tents of the Adventurer’s Guild stood here in a well-planned manner, while some of the young men who had been transferred here were building relatively sturdier and more livable wooden huts.

President Natalie also wanted sturdy and aesthetically pleasing stone houses, but unfortunately the crews led by the Gray Man and the Bricklayer were still busy over at the collective farm, and they wouldn’t have time to build houses for the new Avalon Church until the next phase.

Murphy looked out into the night toward the farther reaches of the outer city, which was still empty.

But a few square three-story buildings have already been roofed to form a “residential area” has begun to take shape, these houses will soon be subjected to Transylvanian late fall and early winter testing, if they can maintain a good thermal effect, then the lord will not have to worry about their own people to survive the winter.

He desperately wanted everything to go smoothly, after all, this suffering land really needed some good news.

A minute later, Murphy landed lightly in the camp of the Blood League Knights advance army.

The place was equally empty, Murphy knew that the reserve Blood Knights and their escorts would be in the Fight Club sparring with their own little players to polish their combat skills, while the commander of this advance team, Ms. Laneia, came out from her tent.

The Bow Knight was carrying her bow and was armed as if she was about to go out on a “hunt”.

“What do you and Maxim do at night these days?”

Murphy asked with a strange look in his eyes:

“Going out on a date?”

“I’d like to.”

The Bow Knight grunted and replied with great disdain:

“Who let you have too many troubles to deal with in this hellhole of Transylvania, I’m going to go around the Andromeda Hills with him tonight.

I’ve heard that wolfsbane pups running from the Cato region have appeared over there attacking the transports.

Maybe it’s the remnants of the Grayclaw faction.”

“Well, tough.”

Murphy sincerely expressed his gratitude to the proud Bow Knight in front of him, but then he said with a serious face:

“I need you to contact the Blood League Knights for me, there is some important news I need to tell to your chief.”

“Ms. Yvette will have gone out on a pleasure hunt by now, I suggest you come over in the early hours of the morning.”

Leonia replied dryly:

“The lady does not wish to be disturbed while she is enjoying her surly pleasures, and believe me, my lord, you who are so handsome would not wish to be missed by a female lunatic hunter who is of the golden rank and always hungry.”

“Is it really okay for you to be so venomous to your honored lord?”

Murphy spat, then shook his head in correction:

“It’s not for you to contact Ms. Yvette, I want to speak directly with Venerable Lord Paying, and I know that you have a secret technique in your hand that can contact the Blood Alliance Clan’s headquarters.”

“That’s impossible!”

Leonia immediately rebuffed:
“That’s not in line with the rules! Anyone who wants to meet His Eminence needs to make an appointment fifteen days in advance, not because His Eminence is really that busy, but mainly because of his personality, he likes to have everything organized. What’s more, there are many vampires on the continent who want to see His Holiness.

Although you have a special status, with all due respect, Lord Murphy, His Holiness will not treat you differently just because of your series of titles.

Because of the rules!

I can help you report now, and you’ll be able to meet the Exalted Lord in half a month.”

“No! I need to see him immediately, and I confirm that the Venerable Lord will take the initiative to have a long talk with me tonight.”

Murphy rubbed his neck as he whispered to the disbelieving Bow Knight in front of him:

“You need only say two words to him . Dusk.”

(End of chapter)