355.Chapter 353: 352 The Phantom Intelligence Bureau on “Iron Fist” Turner

Chapter 353: 352. The report of “Iron Fist” Turner by Psi Phantom Intelligence.
Today’s Championship match had a big cold, the warrior Bull, who had won eleven consecutive victories, was ended by a strange martial arts monk who didn’t know where he came from.

Considering the fact that Ox has a good reputation amongst players and NPCs, the news has spread like a storm throughout the entire Scarlet Fortress.

In another area of the sewers, the “seeded player” of the shooting group who had just finished today’s match and easily won twelve consecutive victories and pocketed three construction points, Little Vikrama, came to this side of the boxing match to watch the fun, and that Winter Wolf Monk had already consecutively defeated the People’s Army Veteran Fighter, the Mountain People’s Fighter, and the Knights of the League of Blood Fighters, and became the biggest “dark horse” of this night. The biggest “dark horse” of the night.

At this time, the time has already reached one o’clock in the morning, the vampires are full of energy, but the Lords still have to go to work tomorrow.

The boxing championship is just a spice activity, it can’t affect the normal operation of the whole territory of Scarlet Fortress, so today’s boxing competition will come to an end at this time, waiting for tomorrow to fight again.

However, the handicap opened by the Blood Rat Gang today had already changed greatly due to the sudden emergence of this dark horse, and the odds of several players who were originally favored were all revised. Obviously in the eyes of the shrewd Dorothy, this strange Winter Wolf Martial Monk had become the favorite to win the title.

But for the rest of the audience, this reversal is really fun, and the Winter Wolf Monk is really powerful and very “martial arts”, every opponent he defeated was not seriously injured but only knocked out.

It can be seen that although this player acts more high-profile, but he is very measured, which in turn has won him a wave of “fans” to follow.

But this kind of trick can’t hide from the “peers”.

After the end of today’s fight, the gloomy old Eugene found President Natalie, and he said to Natalie straight to the point:
“Damn winter wolf church is using this method to spread the faith, those north wind god’s followers obviously have already figured out the Transylvanian character traits, they are in the power level of the bragging rights is to create momentum for themselves!

It can’t go on like this!

If that mysterious martial arts monk really did win the championship of the boxing tournament, my god would lose many potential believers, and the northerners would be able to extend their hands into Transylvania.

But this is a holy place that belongs only to Avalon, and no one else is allowed to get their hands on it!

Natalie!
You know very well that the spiritual world of the people of this great land is in dire need of soothing, and the Church of the Winter Wolves has already issued a provocation against us.”

“Eugene! You mustn’t be so demonic.”

Natalie, very headstrong, soothed the most fanatical missionary leader under her command:

“It’s only the first day of the fight, we don’t even know where that Winter Wolf Martial Monk came from, and it’s really hard to say if he came here with the missionary will of the Winter Wolf Church on his shoulders.

He arrived at the Scarlet Fortress mixed in with the Yankee prisoners, I’ll have to check in with His Excellency Maxim first, maybe he can give us more information, but even so, I guess neither the will of my God nor the Governor’s orders will allow us to fight a ‘war of faith’ in Transylvania.

Eugene, I know that you see the rebuilding of the church as your mission for the rest of your life, but please understand that our church is also only in the recovery stage at the moment.

Count me as begging you!
Don’t be so radical, and even more so, don’t take the initiative to provoke a conflict.”

“I’m not that stupid! The collapse of the old religion was enough to teach me to be sensible.”

Old Eugene explained:

“But Natalie, you’re very young, and you haven’t experienced the great conflict that the Church of Avalon and the Church of the Winter Wolves used to have in the Ice Bay area, and the Second Black Night War was terminated because of that. At that time, I was just an islander orphan who had just been taken in by the church, but I had also heard about the tragedy of that war.

Originally, the old church was very promising to spread the flame of faith to the barbarian tribes in Ice Bay, but it was because of the obstruction of the Church of the Winter Wolves that it failed to achieve its full success, and even worse was that taking advantage of the confrontation between the old church and the Church of the Winter Wolves, the faith of Vam the Berserker actually rose among the barbarian tribes in Western Sahara.

You have to realize that in the teachings of the elves, Vam the Berserker is regarded as an evil god!
The same thing can’t happen again.

You must understand, little Natalie, that fanaticism and war have never been an option for my god, yet the Church of the Winter Wolves, which believes in the weak and the strong, will not give us the option to live in peace.

The followers of the God of the North Winds have always been known on the continent for their wildness and belligerence, and it is their centuries of day-to-day discipline in the great wilderness that has filled the hearts and minds of the Nords with a thirst for expansion and plunder.

Those Norsemen can only do bad things!

We must not allow the Church of the Winter Wolves to preach on a large scale in Transylvania!

They will drag this suffering land into strife once more, and you must make the point to Governor Murphy that not all gods are as peace and tranquility loving as my god.”

“Alas, for us who personally started the Ten Years’ War, this argument can’t really be convincing at all.”

Natalie sighed.

She said:

“I’ll go ahead and find out what’s going on, you mustn’t do anything rash, Eugene. We’re on the right track with the situation, the congregation is growing by leaps and bounds, it’s my God’s refuge, and it’s really coming no easy way, so don’t jeopardize it.”

Having managed to convince the agitated old Eugene, Natalie, not caring about her fatigue went to the Blood Wyvern Cloisters to try to get some information from Maxim, who was in charge of the reception of the captives.

But she wasn’t able to find Maxim.

Instead, Natalie was led to a lounge in the cloister by the matriarch’s own guard, “Madwoman” Bonnie.

Including Murphy and Miriam and other people are here, and when Natalie pushed the door in, she heard Andrei, the Earl of the White Mountains, who also came from the Kingdom of Nordoff, explaining the origin of the Winter Wolves to the people.

As if listening to the story, Murphy was very mesmerized, with his eyes signaling Natalie to sit down and “listen to the lecture”, the president did not refuse, but after she took her seat, she inadvertently saw that Grand Duke Tris, who was beside Murphy, was sitting in a somewhat “strange” position.

Why is she still using invisible spiritual energy to hold her body suspended in the chair?
Is this a hip injury?

Natalie’s eyes glanced oddly at Tris, whose cheeks were still a little red, and then at Murphy, who had a subtle smile on his face, she whispered in her heart, and then focused her attention on Count Andre’s description.

“The one who appeared in the ring today was a preceptor martial monk of the Church of the Winter Wolves, although these guys also belong to the church’s protectors, they don’t have the same positioning as the protectors of the church’s monks and soldiers who are widely involved in the Nordtorf army system.

To be more precise, these ring-bearing martial monks were equivalent to ‘high-ranking monks’.

From what I understand, the ordained martial monks tend to spend their entire lives in monasteries scattered throughout the Great Wilderness studying the canon of the God of the North Winds, and it is rumored that these martial monks of the Secret Sect only intervene in matters when there is a serious threat to the realm of the God of the North Winds.”

Andrei explained with some confusion:
“This is exactly why I am unusually surprised today, to be honest, the ordained martial monks are equivalent to legendary figures even in Nordtorf.

Ordinary people would never be able to meet these guys who are far away from the human world and live in isolation for a single moment in their entire lives, but they actually appeared in Transylvania without any warning, and also participated in this impromptu boxing match.

This matter itself revealed all sorts of irrationality.

The only explanation that was convincing was perhaps because these guys had received a decree from the God of the North Wind? The Cold Winter Giant Wolf Sue asked them to come to this great land and actively participate in the affairs of Transylvania?”

“Perhaps because of the Black Plague?”

The Scarlet Consul was an unbeliever, and like Murphy, she was listening to what she heard about the Winter Wolf Martial Monks as an anecdote.

After recording the legend about the Secret Martial Monk in her own accompanying notebook, Miriam offered her opinion from the perspective of the situation.

She said to the others in this lounge where the atmosphere wasn’t heavy more akin to a tea party:
“You see, the God of Avalon has ordered the witch hunters to participate in Transylvania’s defense against the Black Plague, and Venerable Lord Paying has ordered the members of the Blood Alliance Clan to participate and even reprimanded the Wolfsbane Clan for not disrupting our preparations for war.

If Transylvania can’t stop the Jackals’ Black Plague offensive, the entire continent will suffer.

Under the current circumstances, it’s only natural for the Winter Giant Wolves to send their secret power to Transylvania to join in on the great endeavor.”

“It makes sense, but not much.”

Earl Whitehill shook his head and retorted:
“If it’s really the will of the God of the North Wind, then the ones who came aren’t precept-carrying martial monks but Protectorate monks and soldiers, whether it’s in terms of numbers or combat experience, the monks and soldiers are a much better choice, they don’t have a precept to kill people.

The monk regiment under the Winter Wolf Legion was known as the ‘Teeth of the Wolf God’, they were empowered by faith and their ferocious performance on the battlefield was enough to make even the craziest berserker feel intimidated.

In contrast, the mysterious Ring Bearer Monks were actually more akin to the role of scripture researchers. Although they possessed secret techniques that allowed their combat power to far exceed that of ordinary monks and soldiers, to be honest, it was expected that these martial arts masters would never actually get their hands on a kill in their entire lives.

The practice of martial arts is just a way of life for them to seek wisdom and health from the God of the North Wind, and is not a necessary condition to become an ordained monk.

So I can confirm that that Ring-bearer Monk’s appearance in Transylvania had little to do with the Black Plague.

At least not as much as you think.

They must have come with some special purpose”

“Perhaps the truth is not as complicated as you think, perhaps they appeared just to satisfy the North Wind God’s simple curiosity about a certain oddball vampire?”

Tris suddenly spoke up.

This caused the gazes of the others to go to her . Governor Murphy, who was beside her, and the vampire governor who was called the “oddball” shrugged his shoulders without any self-consciousness.

He felt the truth of Tris’s statement.

With his peculiar “God sucking monster” physique, it was not incomprehensible that the Winter Giant Wolf would send his secret martial arts monk to come and “observe” him from a close distance.

While everyone was discussing this matter, the absent Maxim pushed the door in with a frosty face, and he was followed by Mrs. Adele.

Maxim said in a low tone:

“I’m sorry, Master Murphy, this matter is my negligence, I didn’t discover in advance the Winter Wolf Martial Monks who entered the Scarlet Fortress hiding among the captives, this is my mistake.”

“What does it have to do with you?”

Murphy rolled his eyes and said:
“There are many ways for a few high-ranking monks with the blessing of the gods to conceal themselves, so don’t force a mistake that doesn’t belong to you onto your own back. And since it’s already happened, what I want to hear is not an apology but really useful information.”

“Then let me introduce you all to the information of these ‘uninvited guests’.”

Beside Maxim, Lady Adele ruffled her hair and stood in front of the crowd with the papers in her hands as she whispered:

“Just now I figured out the origins of these people through my contact with the Thorn Clan, thanks to Archduke Shani’s full support, and it also showed me the pervasive and terrifying penetration of the Thorn Clan in the Kingdom of Nordtorf.

There are five Winter Wolf Martial Monks who arrived in Transylvania this time.

They came from the same monastery.

According to the information given by the Thorn Clan, that monastery was located in the far north of the Great Wilderness very close to the Savage Land, and this monastery called ‘Eye of the Wolf God’ was a very marginal role even in the secret transmission system of the Winter Wolf Church.

It was highly likely that the five of them were the last group of ordained monks from that small monastery, and their sect’s teachings called themselves the Eyes of the God of the North Wind on Earth.

They were not keen on proselytizing, but rather believed that a lifetime as a believer should be spent informing the gods of what they had seen and heard through the transmission of faith.

As a result, over the past hundred years, the preceptor monks of the Eye of the Wolf God have often chosen to travel the continent.

But as I said earlier, this faction has been weakened, probably because of their fixation on fulfilling their duty of observing for the gods while rarely engaging in real action, and they would be considered too neutral and ‘weak’ within the Church of the Winter Wolves.”

After Adele’s words, everyone else in the lounge understood.

It seemed that Archduke Tris’ judgment was still accurate.

To be able to use the Wolf God’s Eyes to come to Transylvania meant that the God of the North Wind was truly simply curious and wanted to take a closer look at everything that was happening on the land of Transylvania.

This also let both Miriam and Natalie breathe a sigh of relief, the former because they didn’t have to worry about these neutral factions meddling in Transylvania’s affairs, while the latter’s relaxation was because Old Eugene’s worries could come to an end.

They weren’t missionaries at all.
He was just a “humanoid camera” chosen by the Giant Wolf of Winter himself.

“Tell me about the fighter who made a splash today.”

Murphy leaned back in his chair as he narrowed his eyes and said:
“I don’t doubt the neutral teachings of the Eye of the Wolf God faction, but that martial monk today didn’t give me the feeling of a neutral faction, he had a very contradictory aura about him. So, I guess that guy has a story too?”

“Indeed.”

Adele flipped the document back a page and said:
“‘Iron Fist’ Turner!
Former Scout Captain in the Winter Wolf Legion, once a promising young officer but after a grueling battle on the border with Cesar’s Barbarians a few years ago that nearly cost him his life, he broke away from the military and joined the Monastery of the Eyes of the Wolf God for unknown reasons.

The Thorn Clan has been tracking this fellow for years, as Turner has crossed the Savage Realm into the Cesar Barbarian-controlled Arctic on his own several times in the past few years.

No one knows what he’s doing there.

But what was certain was that every time Turner returned, his strength and skill would be drastically improved.

The Thorn Clan’s eyes in the Great Wilderness thought that Turner would probably become the first ‘God’s Chosen’ chosen by the Winter Wolves in the last decade, but they had no evidence to prove this, and the Winter Wolf Church was also tight-lipped about it.

As for the small group of rebels and soldier ruffians that Turner was a part of was probably Turner’s disguise to hide his identity.

But according to our questioning of the other prisoners, probably because of his military background, Turner was very prestigious in that small group, and those rebels did regard him as their leader, and formed a violent organization with Turner at its core.

However, Turner had been controlling the men in a rather strict manner, not allowing them to act against their morals, but not interfering with the rebels’ plans for the future.

Those guys were already in contact with the Blood Rats gang, and Dorothy was planning to annex them to fill her power.

In addition, according to reliable sources, ‘Iron Fist’ Turner’s true strength was that of a Silver ranked Ring Bearer Martial Monk, proficient in Sanshou, the Four Elephants, and assassination techniques from multiple sects.

He is a true genius and was once invited by the Winter Wolf Church to go to the North Wind Grand Sacred Church to serve as a Red Clothed Holy Envoy but Turner refused several times.

Judging from his behavior, he has no interest in power.”

“This is still strange.”

Murphy said, rubbing his chin:
“Why would someone who has no interest in power appear before us in such a high profile? It seems like he’s trying to get the attention of certain people? It seems that aside from the aspect of spreading faith, I guess Mr. Turner has some hidden purpose of his own for entering Transylvania.”

“So, do you need me to arrange a meeting with him for you?”

Maxim asked softly.

Murphy shook his head and said:

“I am the local master! Even if we were to meet, he would have to take the initiative to visit me, how can I personally come to my door? And his presence isn’t a bad thing.

A dark horse like that should always be present in an exciting fight, to make it more exciting.

My warrior Bull lost badly.

But I know he and his friends won’t take it lying down. This might be a good opportunity.
Andre, I hear you’ve gotten hooked on fishing lately?”

The vampire lord looked to his fellow clan member as he said:
“Looks like I’m going to have to take this opportunity to take a couple good dumps as well, maybe I’ll catch another big fish.”

(End of chapter)