407.Chapter 405: 404 Dog Plotting Addicted to Fried Cold Rice, ‘Jackal’

Chapter 405 404. dog planning fried cold rice fried addicted, “the plague of the jackals” is also expected to be replicated!
Theoretically, this night’s events did not require the intervention of an NPC of Murphy’s rank, but the Governor still came.

First of all, in order to boost the morale of his new players, in front of them to brush their presence.

Secondly, because there aren’t many old players in the “main city” of Scarlet Fortress at this time, relying only on the combat power of these newcomers may not necessarily be able to cope with the ghouls that have been “starving” for a long time, resulting in an extremely violent attack.

Of course, there is a third reason.

Since finishing off the fallen swordsman summoned by Lady Cecilia, Murphy has not drawn his sword to fight, although he has been practicing his swordplay with the super swordplay tutor “Evil Master”, Murphy feels that he should also take this opportunity to move around a bit.

He felt that if he didn’t move around, his bones would almost rust.

The timely appearance of Murphy’s “Powerful Party” was indeed as effective in boosting morale as he had expected.

Especially after witnessing Lord Murphy’s valiant Scarlet Arc Slash kill three elite ghouls, the new players who were sent into battle without having seen much of the battlefield exclaimed “Damn, that’s fierce”.

This familiar praise satisfied Murphy’s heart.

As a mainline NPC, it was necessary to display one’s power from time to time in order to deepen the players’ inherent perception of “Lord Murphy is strong”.

However, this performance, which could be described as a movie star level performance, could not be hidden from Tris who had been monitoring the city.

At the same time when Murphy summoned the wolves to assist the small players in clearing the sewers, an inquiry from Tris rang in his ears, more or less with a hint of flirtation and bewilderment.

The scarlet witch said:
“It’s just a riot of ghouls in the district, why do we need our Lord Murphy to personally intervene? So, will my little playboy Murphy feel regret in his heart and itch all over his body for a day without showing his bravery and concern for his lords?”

“I’m just defending my people.”

Murphy replied with a stern face:

“And don’t learn a word and just use it, my kind of behavior is not ‘theatrics’.”

He replied to Tris’s flirtation in his mind, and in the process swung the staff sword in his hand up in a whipping motion, jerking back the corrosive light ball thrown by the grudge in front of him as if it were a baseball.

Using a sword to slash spells like this sounded outrageous, and the bottom of it would never be too good if it was actually done on the battlefield. The ball of light after the spiritual energy spell was formed was not solid and was very unstable, once cut by a sharp blade it would only cause the mana model inside it to collapse even faster causing unnecessary explosions and spreading.

However, under Murphy’s “magical operation”, that ball of corrosive light was not only “bounced” back by his sword, but also smashed along the precise route onto the spiteful spirit that threw the spell, causing the corrosive light to explode and drown the spiteful spirit in it.

This scene was to regain the courage to set foot on the battlefield of the hairy ah witnessed, see the small player dumbstruck exclaimed:

“Crap! The Jedi’s lightsaber bounced back! How many things have been sewn into this damn game!”

“Ch, unseen little guy.”

Murphy, who had completed a perfect bounce back, heard the exclamation of screw it, which he snickered at.

This was not a sword art inspired by the Jedi, this kind of unique psychic energy rebound was the core skill of the Secret Blood Clan’s “Psychic Energy Secret Sword Art”.

Murphy had already practiced this sword art to mastery, and was not far from the realm of masters.

Murphy didn’t have a clear idea of how powerful Spiritual Energy spells could be bounced back by this skill, but according to Tris, she had seen an elder of the Secret Blood Clan use his sword to bounce back an Elf Archdruid’s Lightning Storm, letting that furious Archdruid personally experience what is meant by “Nature’s Wrath”.

Being hit in the face by the lightning storm, hiss, sounds like a lot of pain, this will not be a piece of purple ah?

“Warriors! Follow me forward! Break through the enemy line!”

Murphy swung his staff and sword forward, and the wolves surrounding him charged forward under George’s leadership, followed by the Kadman People’s Army and the witch hunters who had arrived to support them.

Thanks to the fact that the defense line they had established in the sewers had not been breached, the first wave of the ghouls’ onslaught was driven back without spreading to the first floor of the sewers.

Lacking the “core will” command of the Plague Rat King and Ghoul Overlord, these ghouls that could only rely on their instincts to fight were not as terrifying as the last Ghoul Night, despite their large numbers.

In the first place, this “random event” was just to provide a “leveling area” for the new players who would enter for a period of time afterward, and it could not be regarded as a force that could threaten the current Scarlet Fortress by itself.

“You and Dorothy put on a show!”

Just as Murphy led the players to press the ghouls back to the third floor cave, Tris’s voice sounded again, this time with a hint of gravity.

She inquired:

“Which power are you planning to let take the fall for this this time? And who are you planning to target the assembled player warriors at? Don’t tell me that you’re already preparing to start a third regiment?”

“What a smart girl, my dear and wise girlfriend.”

Murphy sheathed his sword.

Looking around at the scene of wailing young players grasping their rudimentary weapons and killing the ghouls under the cover of the veterans of the People’s Army, it made him feel in his heart that the young people of my Great Ceres Tribe are really full of martial virtues.

But the next scene had nothing to do with him.

The debut that was to be shown had been shown, and the battles that had moved his body at his leisure last night and this evening were over, and it was time to return himself to his role as Governor of Transylvania.

He stood his ground and commanded the wolves he had summoned to blitz forward to cover the reckless players, and again answered to Tris in his mind:
“Regiment 003 will officially open in a month. Calculating the time, by the time my warriors have captured Plague Town and cleared the path of the Filthy Swamp, there will be exactly two months left before the outbreak of the Black Plague.

That’s enough time for our vanguard to cross the Filth Swamp and head to the Dark Mountain Range to meet up with the Blood Alliance Knights.

As for this next month, it’s the ‘regiment warm-up’, I can’t just ‘craft’ a regiment for them to challenge like I did before.

This time, I will no longer intervene in the information gathering and tactics development of the group, all matters will be done by them alone.

A month’s time must be allocated wisely.

They need to perform reconnaissance, harassment, and attrition until the last-minute hammer blow!
Tris, since we have decided to open up the ‘World Map’ to my warriors right after the outbreak of the Black Plague, it is time to test their growth over this period of time.”

“You plan well, but there is a fatal problem.”

Assistant Xiao Cui immediately warned:
“Your warriors are no match in terms of tactics and courage, however they have been dealing with ordinary enemies since they entered Transylvania until now, and they lack experience in dealing with psychics.

In fact, I think you lack practical experience in this area as well, so I decided to personally”

“Let Femis come!”

Murphy interrupted Tris’s furtive words as he said:
“Missy was quite critical of my ‘copy design’ last time, so let her assist the warriors in completing the attack and occupation of Plague Town this time. I’m also eager to see if our Missy Femis has any talent in this area.

I’ll be sitting at Scarlet Fortress and ready to support the swamp position, while Maxim will seize this time to practice his troops plus the rapid construction of the Maginot Line, so that even if they fail, I’ll be there to cover their backs.

As for you, Tris.

During the time I’m away from the Scarlet Fortress, you must shoulder the duties that belong to me and continue to lead Transylvania in war preparations as Archduke of the Blood Vulture.”

Tris fell silent.

After a few seconds, she said irritably:
“Little Murphy, tell me honestly, are you deliberately restricting my movements? Ever since we found out about Dusk’s traces, you’ve been forbidding me to get involved in these matters where I might come into contact with them. Have you discovered something?
Are you hiding something from me?
You’re not being nice.”

“No, you’re overthinking it, I’m still the same well-behaved Murphy I used to be.”

The vampire lord lied without changing his face and said:
“On the contrary, it’s you, you’ve always been secretive during this recent period of time, looking for you to make a date has been rejected by you on the grounds that you have to do experiments, and I’m wondering if you’ve moved on. So, Little Tris, are you hiding something from me?
You’re not being good.”

“No.”

Tris over there also refused dryly, then said:
“Alright, alright then, let’s just leave it all to Femis to preside over as you thought, I’m still too lazy to bother, just in time to enjoy some well-earned peace and quiet. As for what I’ve been doing in the lab lately .
Hm, maybe you’ll find out in a few days, if all goes well.”

Tris’ voice dissipated away from Murphy’s ears.

But then she gave Murphy something to look forward to, making the vampire lord wonder what the surprise was, and feeling in his heart that Tris was getting more and more skillful at this, alas, what a fascinating “old woman” she was.

At the same time, in the sewers on the ghouls began to kill the small players also have an unexpected “harvest”.

Because the old players ran to the Xike Collar and Smuggler’s Woodland, the small rich brother who participated in tonight’s incident instead became the main leader of the players.

With the cooperation of the more and more powerful Scorpion Lion Stinky Treasure, Touch Your Poor almost killed his way through the ghouls’ position, but he soon found some strange guys on the fork in the road leading to the third floor cave.

Those were some undead-ized jackal savage soldiers.

Looking at their attire they should be the vanguard of the legions under Kenpot’s command, the unlucky ones who had been pitted by the Wolfsbane Vampires in the cavern before, they also rushed into the sewers along with the ghouls, and having lost the intelligence of the living only their savage strength and disgust for the living propelled them to launch an attack on the scorpion lions and the summoners.

Little rich brother long ago is no longer the original was smashed to the feet will cry pussy, face a group of jackal ghouls siege he simply do not bring fear.

His right hand held the staff sword and his left hand pulled out a large caliber revolver from his waist, this thing is the “high-end goods” purchased from the little Earl of Sheridan, filled with gold-burning projectiles can be used to deal with these thick-skinned guys.

With a shimmering dark pace, he moved forward, swinging his sword and firing a shot at the same time.

With a loud bang, blinding fire exploded on the head of the jackal ghoul in front of him, and the accompanying intense combustion ignited its entire shriveled body, while the Scorpion Lion’s flanking assistance made Little Richie more and more courageous, and the cooperation between one person and one beast became more and more skillful.

After a few minutes, the five jackal ghouls were decimated, while Xiao Fu Ge yanked out a leg of lamb from his psychic energy bag and threw it to the scorpion lion to add to its meal, while he himself crouched down and began to scavenge.

Just by looking at his skillful movements, it was clear that Little Rich Brother hadn’t done a lot of this during this period of time when he was running around.

“Huh? What the hell is this?”

Touch You Poor quickly found something strange on the Jackal Ghouls, it was a somewhat worn out animal skin letter that had been hidden in the pockets of these ghouls, already stained with the stench of the undead.

But Little Rich Brother didn’t care.

He was already a qualified veteran, the mere stench of a corpse was just a matter of holding his breath, it was enough to take care of it!

He disgustingly pinched the letter and opened the rolled up letter, realizing that it was all in Jackalese script, but having the fuzzy translation from the Operational Treasure Pearl allowed him to read the contents then frowned.

“Plague Clan? I haven’t heard of this name before, why is this letter written by a Flesh Tearing Warlock to Kenport on these Jackal Ghouls? And the letter mentions that those Jackal Warlocks are searching for some secret treasure in the Filthy Swamp?
Damn, could this be a clue to a big secret treasure?”

Little Rich Brother immediately came into the spirit.

He looked around and hid this harvest in his psychic bag then brought the Scorpion Lion to continue hunting and asked Happy Stick in private chat to meet at the military camp outside of Scarlet Fortress tomorrow to talk about this matter.

All of this was noticed by Dorothy, who was hiding in the shadows.

After seeing Little Rich Brother and Scorpion Lion disappear into the noisy sewer battlefield, Dorothy also left the place with quick steps and returned to Lord Murphy who would be resting on the defense line.

She stepped out of the shadows and bent down to report in Murphy’s ear:
“That letter that we imitated has already been sent to your warriors, if they follow the guidelines on the letter to head to the Filthy Swamp to look for the legendary lost secret treasure, then they will inevitably find the warlock and undead legions of Plague Town and Plague Clan.

As you had hoped, they will take a very proactive stance in all of the actions in the Foul Swamp.

But to be honest, I’m a bit skeptical about this, Lord Murphy, can your warriors really take on a fully loaded clan of jackal warlocks?

According to the information we’ve gotten so far, the number of undead near Plague Town is an exaggerated astronomical number.”

“How can there be more than the undead under Sicor City?”

Murphy shook his head as he stroked the increasingly oily and gorgeous shimmering fur of George, the giant wolf lying at his feet:

“If they can’t solve the trouble in Plague Town, then they won’t be able to participate in the affairs of Xike City, alas, His Holiness said that he would send support, and it’s been almost half a month and there’s no sign of movement, so I don’t care about them!

When the Hundred Days Great Construction Operation is over, in the last month’s time before the outbreak of the Black Plague, we must resolve the hidden dangers of Xike City.”

The Vampire Lord said decisively:
“Can we fight the jackals on the front line while being held back by the undead in the rear, if the support from your Lord is delayed, then I will have to use the power of the mountain people. The city of Xike had been their first and only city on the plains, and I believe that the valiant and fearless mountain folk will not refuse my invitation.

By the way, hasn’t your Blood Rat Gang been seeking to establish ties with the Thieves Guild?

Andre even wrote you a letter of recommendation in the name of the Thorn Clan, why hasn’t there been any movement here?”

Faced with Murphy’s inquiry, Dorothy also had a face of egg pain.

This vampire society big sister crossed her arms and sighed:

“I’ve sent someone to the Thieves’ Union stronghold in the East Prussia region, it’s been several days, I don’t know what’s wrong over there, I guess, probably the Thieves’ Union also realized the threat that exists in Transylvania, it’s unlikely for them to absorb us to become a part of their faction again at this point in time.”

“If their leader is truly far-sighted, I suspect you’ll get a response soon enough.”

Murphy shook his head:
“If the thieves who pride themselves on selling information don’t even understand the principle of ‘snowballing’, then there’s no need for you guys to chip away at the idea of joining such a dispossessed organization.

Wouldn’t it be great if we started a new Thieves’ Guild with the Thorn Clan?”

“That’s true.”

Dorothy said with a sigh:

“But they are at least an ancient organization that has existed for more than five hundred years, wanting to join them isn’t that simple, I reckon there might be some troublesome trials and tests after that, but they have the capital of arrogance, not to mention the various information channels and support that the Thieves’ Guild itself possesses, the Assassins’ Guild that is under its umbrella has existed for a longer time than the history of the Portia Confederacy alone.

Perhaps we locals don’t know as much as they do about the secrets beneath this earth.

Whether it’s for your career or for the future development of the Blood Rat Gang, joining the Thieves Guild is a pretty good choice.”

“The longer it exists, the more likely it is to be corrupted.”

Murphy associated it with the seemingly pervasive Dusk, and he whispered:

“All in all, be careful when contacting them, and make a snap decision when you run into trouble, I’d rather not have their help than have them add another disgusting fire to the situation in Transylvania.”

(End of chapter)