333.Chapter 331 330 Crouching development team are given air wall you guys

Chapter 331 330.Crap the development team are giving air walls how come you guys are still so headstrong! -615

(For brother “Chen Wenjun2” [1/5])
Woo Meow Brother was ga’d on the spot for touching a subspace evil object, and to be honest the scene made Happy Stick fearfully abnormal as well.

He just watched clearly, meow brother like a wild dog off the leash generally happy to lick the bag, the result just touched the evil thing inserted in the ground hilt of the whole person as if the explosion as a mass of light disappeared in the original place.

Only left a piece of equipment clanking incomparably miserable scattered on the ground.

Since Mrs. Cuishi to the players to do the spiritual energy dog tags, this kind of dry and sharp and in situ explosion 360 ° spiral ascension of the “way of death” has not seen for a long time.

So much so that Happy Stick himself almost forgot that when they first entered the game, once they died, this is the way they left this world.

“Blanch, what the hell is this! Some kind of untouchable power?”

Happy Stick carefully circled around the evil greatsword a few times, picking up the equipment and treasure beads and dog tags left behind by Brother Woo Meow back into his bag. He surveyed the sword stuck in the ground, and soon realized that the leaves and oak symbols of the old religion of nature were still vaguely visible on the hilt of the greatsword wrapped in black light.

This filled his head with questions.

It looked like a standardized weapon of the Church of Avalon?
But why would it take out Brother Woo Meow, who was also a believer in nature?
Stick took a few cautious steps back, then flew into the sky to look at the ground.

He found that the evil object that was left in the camp was not only this sword, but also some pieces of armor that also emitted black spots of light and three other broken blades.

This proved that he was right just now, there was definitely an awesome battle happening here, but it was a pity that he and Woo Meow were trapped in the Labyrinth Art with no way to get close enough to watch it.

“Aiya, it’s a shame that it’s not likely to be a high-level plot, or that we missed it because of our lack of strength.”

Happy Stick immediately beat his feet and chest with deep regret.

He landed back on the ground, away from those evil things spilled, and wandered around the messy campsite, intending to lick his bag, his idea was quite simple, if this was a “high-level plot area”, then he might be able to get some pretty good equipment and supplies here.

Stick’s strategy proved to be correct.

He soon found a few unloaded crates at the edge of the churned camp, filled with various potions and materials he didn’t recognize, and after scanning through them with item identification, Stick confirmed that they were all high-level goods currently out of the reach of players.

He was overjoyed and put them all into his bag.

Of course, after the resurrection of Woo Meow will have to share half of it with him, but even if only half of it is left, he has made a lot of money by running over here tonight.

“Huh? What’s this?”

Happy Stick continued to scavenge.

Soon he found a small pamphlet in a pile of book remains that had been churned up by the energy, picking it up in his hands and turning it over to find that what was recorded therein was all about the whereabouts of those holy relics of the church after the fall of the Old Church of Nature was examined.

A thin booklet recorded the whereabouts of at least seven imitation holy blades, but there were only two pieces of information that could confirm the source.

The first one said that a holy stabbing sword named “Holy Leaf” had fallen into the hands of a guy named “Thicke Flywheel” in the Dark Mountain region.

The second piece of information said that another holy blade, the “Green Blizzard”, had been recovered by the Shadow Elves’ searchers in the city of Megawa in the Eternal Rift.

“So not all of the 150 replica holy blades of the Old Religion of Nature are swords?”

Happy Stick thought as he rubbed his chin:

“The so-called ‘holy blades’ is just a pronoun, but they’re actually full of swords, spears, axes, hooks and forks, and all kinds of other weapons, right? Crap, then this is a great treasure with great applicability!

My outstanding ‘secret treasure hunter’ seems to have another job to do!

It’s okay, it’s okay.

This development team really is a thief, hiding all the information about these goodies in these nooks and crannies.

Hehehe, but it’s still me who’s more powerful, you guys hid it even deeper and it wasn’t still discovered by me?”

He immediately told this good news to Woo Meow via phone text message, and the two guys hit it off right away, immediately deciding to explore the lost holy relics of the old religion together next.

Brother Whoop Meow was originally an Avalonian, and it would definitely be beneficial to his career path development if he could retrieve these things.

Having picked up the secret information, Stick was already satisfied, he got up in the game and prepared to leave the place, this camp had already been churned up by the aftermath of the psychic energy not much was left.

However, just as Stick spread his blood wings and prepared to take off, he suddenly twitched his ears and heard a faint sound coming from not far away under the night.

It seemed that a person was calling for help, and the voice was also particularly mournful.

Eh?
It was a woman?

Ha!
I’m a happy-go-lucky guy who helps people, so how can I see a damsel in distress so helpless?

Maybe I’ll come across another hidden plot!
With this thought in mind, Stick changed direction in the air and flew out towards the blistering call for help. He soon found the person in need of help a few hundred meters beyond the camp.

However, as Stick landed, he instantly made a hostile gesture by pulling out the chainmail at his waist.

For he recognized the identity of the girl in front of him who was holding another woman in her arms as she cried out for help; it was a werewolf vampire!
It was obvious from the insignia on her tattered clothing that this one was still a remnant of the Grey Claw faction! The scion of that dog of a Corando who wanted to subvert the Scarlet Fortress.

At the same time that Stick discovered the other’s identity, the female vampire who called for help also discovered Happy Stick’s identity.

His huge pair of blood wings was simply the best identification, allowing the vampire to instantly recognize that this was a member from the Blood Vulture Clan.

“You! Don’t you come over!”

The miserable girl jumped up nervously, shielding the already unconscious woman in her arms, but the locking cuffs still on her wrists and its bloodstained and scarred torso represented that this guy had certainly not had a good time in the past few days.

She was an escaped prisoner!
Stick narrowed his eyes as he looked at the obviously nervous and fearful frail vampire in front of him, and glanced at the other woman lying dead or alive on the floor.

The guy was in a much worse condition, his eyes covered in bloodied cloth apparently blinded by a vicious stabbing.

Tsk, that’s tragic.

“You ran away from the camp?”

Realizing that the two women in front of him posed little threat, Stick withdrew his flail but backhanded the Loyalist-made Remington shotgun from behind his back and aimed it forward.

He chided:

“Honestly! What did you all see in the camp?”

“You! Don’t you know? That was clearly a strong man from the Blood Vulture Clan who came to assassinate Lady Cecilia, and he was also the one who destroyed the camp.

You should have known that.”

Stick’s question froze the Wolfsbane girl in front of her, and she stammered:

“Isn’t that your honored one?”

“Huh? You mean there were other blood vulture vampires here just now? Is he the one who destroyed this camp full of evil things?”

Happy Stick grunted, and in the midst of a mind flip he blurted out:

“That must have been the work of our great and handsome Lord Murphy, and it is thanks to him that you two were able to escape from the camp that tortured you.

You must be thankful, understand?

Now tell me, what happened to you? What has brought you to such a miserable state?”

“My sister and I were captured by Cecilia’s faction, we were going to flee to Nordtorf to join the Thorn Clan, and Lady Shani welcomed us there.”

The situation at hand no longer allowed the Wolfsbane girl in front of her to do more thinking, facing the blackened muzzle of the Happy Stick, she coughed and told the truth about what had happened to her.

She said:

“We escaped from Glynny’s Island, and father wrote us a letter, saying that old Edward was forcing him to make a choice, but that he was not willing to give in to that rotten old thing.

He was going to make a revolt.

If he wins, then our Greyclaw faction will be reborn to freedom from bondage, but if he loses, the Greyclaw faction will face extinction and my sister and I will have to fend for ourselves.

We haven’t heard from our father in a long time, perhaps his last ditch effort ended in his death”

“Corando is dead.”

Happy Stick said matter-of-factly:
“I saw it with my own eyes, it was the Earl of White Mountain of the Thorn Clan who killed him, and it happened right here in the sewers of the Scarlet Castle.

His body was sent to Northwind Keep as a collection for the Wolf Girl, and his heart was given as a gift to Archduke Shani for her birthday.

On a personal level only, I sympathize with both of you. But from my camp, I can only tell you that he died well!
Corando was a scumbag! He colluded with the Jackals to try and overthrow the only order in Transylvania, and if he had made it, the land would have only been plunged into a more horrible situation.”

These words straight from the heart silenced the wolfsbane girl in front of her, and if it weren’t for the fact that vampires were incapable of tears, she would probably be crying by now.

But there were more urgent things to do right now.

In Stick’s stunned gaze, the still shackled werewolf venom girl in front of her fell to her knees as she begged:

“My father’s death may have been destiny, but I can no longer see my sister also leave me after suffering, please, members of the Blood Vulture.

Please save my sister.

She cannot die here.”

“Huh?”

Stick froze a little at this plot direction, and as he glanced ahead at the Wolfsbane girl, who was sprawled out on the ground and barely breathing, he said:
“This she’s already dead, right? Her feet have turned to stone ah, isn’t this a characteristic of a vampire as they head towards death?”

“Yes, my sister is walking into eternal silence, but you can save her!”

Winnie Corando begged as she fell to her knees:

“After my father’s death, my sister and I went into the weakness of our bloodline pact, and we were not sheltered by the power of our honored elders before we fell into this desperate situation right now.

But as long as we can find another Exalted Elder who is willing to provide her with the essence of blood before she dies completely, relying on the re-consummation of the bloodline contract, the Exalted Elder’s life force link will be able to bring her back to life and pull her back to the earth under midnight.

Please, help us!

My sister and I are willing to become your slaves, save her! She has no time left. Only you can save her here! First embrace! First embrace her, quick!”

“Ah this.”

Stick’s eyes went wide.

What the hell kind of ruthless work was this development team doing!
Wasn’t it said that the vampire specialty “Bloodline Contract” was still under development? How could he just run around and come across this kind of heir that came to his door on his own initiative?
Moreover, even if this was a “function test” episode, shouldn’t there be a “development team hint”? There wasn’t any quest trigger reminder on his character screen!
Hey!
Development Team!

There’s another bug in your system, hurry up and send someone down to fix it!

But even if Brother Stick shouted frantically in his heart, there wouldn’t be a GM to refresh in front of his eyes, after all, the only multi-tasking member of the “development team”, Mr. Murphy, was already unconscious.

The administrator system also does not have an automatic response system.

He came with the woo meow brother died hastily, now also can not give any advice, this is destined to stick brother have to face this unexpected situation alone.

Seeing Happy Stick’s hesitant face, Winnie Corando knew she needed more leverage to convince the blood vulture vampire in front of her, so she gritted her teeth and said:
“When my father moved to the Cato region with the Gray Claw faction, he brought the wealth that the faction had accumulated over the years with him, so if you save my sister’s life, I’ll tell you where those riches are hidden!

That was supposed to be the bargaining chip my father was going to surrender to King Louis in exchange for a pardon, and the wealth that would make you a lord overnight.

If you offer it to your patriarch, I guarantee you’ll be reused in your family and even have your own faction Midnight in the Upper Ah!
What are you still hesitating for ah?

We can no longer resist when we become your heirs, do you even know that?”

“Of course I know, I just need to think about it.”

Stick grunted.

He looked at the dying vampire in front of him whose petrified state had extended to his calves, and he took a deep breath as he gathered up his weapon and stepped forward, half-kneeling beside the cloth-covered female vampire.

He said:

“What do I do?”

“Huh?”

The question made Winnie Corando’s eyes widen and she exclaimed:

“Haven’t you ever experienced first embrace? How your honored one first embraced you, just do it!”

“Fuck! You guys definitely won’t be able to use that method of mine, but what the hell.”

Happy Stick cursed.

He bared his own canine teeth and scooped up the dying female vampire in front of him, and, following the example of the first embrace scene in the Bloodborne movie he’d been so vicious about lately, he nibbled down towards the woman’s neck.

As the first mouthful of blood rushed into his mouth, Stick was flooded with an instinct to vomit.

Although he was a vampire in the game, his soul was a real human being, and he couldn’t stand this kind of “xenophagy” right now.

Most importantly, his vampire template was only from the “psychic simulation”, and he knew his own family’s business. Facing the features that had not yet been opened up in the game, Stick himself was not sure that he would be able to accomplish them.

But he is still pushing the process forward.

According to what he had learned during the First Embrace Ceremony, he squeezed out a third of his own blood into the dying body of the female vampire in front of him.

However, Stick didn’t have any blood at all, so he could only inject his scarlet spiritual energy into the female vampire in front of him.

After ten seconds or so, Happy Stick, whose mouth was full of blood, stood up with odd eyes, he wiped his mouth, spread his hands and said to Winnie Corando:
“See, I tried, it’s completely useless, so your sister can’t blame me for her death, it’s not that I didn’t try, it’s mainly the development team Crap?

What the fuck moves?”

Before he could even finish his sentence, Stick felt an indescribable weakness sweep into him, causing his entire body to sit on his butt unsteadily.

Not even three times gasping for breath ended the whole person into a ball of light disappeared in place, the body’s equipment and protective gear clanking and spilling to the ground.

This scene made Winnie Corando look dumbfounded.

She had seen the scene when a vampire died, but this exciting scene of light ascending into the sky and exploding in place was the first time.

But before Winnie could let out a gasp of surprise, her dying sister let out an agonized groan, and the petrified state that had already spread to her calves subsided due to the rapid transfer of life force.

“Sister! You’re alive, great.”

Winnie was overjoyed as she pounced over to embrace her sister in her arms, while Melia Corando, who had rejoined the earth from the shroud of eternal silence, was still in a kind of daze.

She had been blinded by the vicious vampires of Cecilia’s faction, and would only be able to reach out in bewilderment to touch her still bleeding neck with a weak hand.

She whispered:

“What’s happening to me what’s happening to me what’s happening to me what’s happening to me what’s happening to me what’s happening to me? This life force is Winnie and I’ve been contracted by another vampire? Where is he?

Why can’t I feel him?”

“Uh, he exploded, sis.”

Winnie didn’t know how to describe what had just happened, all she could do was whisper:
“He’s probably dead and you’re free again, which is good.”

“No, he’s not dead.”

Merliah gasped and whispered:

“I can feel it, he’s far away, but he’s not dead and so on! Someone’s coming, quick, hide!”

“Hide? Where are you going to hide?”

The icy voice of “Razor” Dorothy, who was ordered by Missy to clean up the battlefield, rang out from the air as she scolded:
“Two wolfsbane bastards, just in time! The Eternal Silence is calling you, and even though I’ve only just joined the group, I know about the feud between the Blood Vultures and the Wolfsbane.

Therefore, in the name of ancient hatred, suffer death!”

Seeing that the throwing spears that had already gathered scarlet light in the air were about to descend on the Blood Vulture’s Wrath, Winnie immediately jumped up and shouted towards the high sky:
“No! We are members of the Blood Vulture! Your people just first embraced my sister! You can’t kill your own people!”

These words made Dorothy, who had just joined the Blood Vulture Clan and only half-understood even the feud between the Blood Vulture and Wolfsbane, feel like her intelligence had been humiliated.

She didn’t believe this ridiculous statement at all.

Although as a “newcomer” she didn’t have a deep understanding of the feud that had lasted for hundreds of years, she believed that no sober member of the Blood Vulture would dare to do such a thing.

“Idiot! Do you want to hear what the hell you’re talking about . Wait! This scent . Damn it! What kind of asshole would dare to go against the family code and bring you into the Blood Wyvern? Oh, Lord Murphy won’t let him go!”

(End of chapter)