411.Chapter 409 408 Lord Murphy is not afraid of you messing around, but God

Chapter 409 408.Lord Murphy isn’t afraid of you guys messing around, but the moral requirements of the gods are clearly higher
The Snegov family, a famous gangster family in the Kavkhoka region, is known for producing all kinds of yakuza ruthless people in the region.

They had already made a name for themselves in the former Confederacy of Bohemia a long time ago, and their family stronghold was located in the largest city on the Great Plains of Kavkhokar, “Bernie”.

When the Federation of Portia still existed, this family almost monopolized the criminal business in the central region of Kavhoka, similar to the status of the Wolfsbane Clan in Grimm’s Island, which was the real “godfather”.

But the Ten Years’ War also had a great impact on these rats of the Dark Zone.

Especially after the Yankee army entered Kavkhokar in the last days of the war and declared occupation, the authority of the Snegov family fell in the chaos of the war, and even if they were hard-headed, they wouldn’t dare to fight with the Winter Wolves, who were worried about having no one to eat the killing stick.

As a result, this once-powerful gangster family is currently in a rather awkward situation.

They have been trying to use the relationship of several major mafia families in the Kingdom of Nordstorf to make a comeback, and this effort is effective, the group of soldiers who were sent to Transylvania by the North Brother, there are messengers from the North Wind Castle’s snake, the “Joseph family”.

That messenger also with start-up funds to try to do business with the Snegov family to open up a hall, but unfortunately did not control the lower half of the body to provoke the black water lady, even with the goods were intercepted by the Silver Moon Corps of girls.

That messenger and his minions were also hanged on the gallows by Maxim to experience the simple joy of a swing.

In short, the small players are actually not the first time to deal with these out-of-town gangsters, just because the girls do not take this small matter to heart resulting in other people are not too clear about the Yankee gangster’s style of doing things.

But that didn’t matter much.

Anyway, this group of grave robbers from the Snegov family has already done something unforgivable in the West Ke Collar, and in the eyes of the players, they have opened a “red name”.

Hey, all bright blood, who cares who the fuck you are, dry on the end!
“Meow meow you slow forward, be careful to be discovered, the small hand has already touched the outskirts of their camp is putting poison in the food. Stick’s cavalry is blocking ahead, they’ve set up a formation.”

Smoke Sang the scout was doing more and more now.

He would sit on the back of the stone golem soaring high above the sky to maintain the scouting spell, overlooking the situation below while conveying instructions to every node through the temporary communication network built by the arithmetic treasure pearl.

In his field of vision, the Big Bird Spinning Regiment was approaching the grave robbers’ camp set up on the mountain pass from the rear, while on the flat ground in front of where these guys were fleeing, twenty-two winged cavalrymen had formed a loose expulsion formation ready to launch a destructive charge at any time, while Little Richie Brother and his Scorpion Lion wandered away from the edges of the battlefield as roamers.

This formation was obviously not intended to give these tomb raiders who had crossed the border a chance to live!
After all, with the current situation of Brother Woo Meow’s group, it was impossible to give them any more mercy, and although this matter really had nothing to do with them in the aftermath, Avalon’s divine punishment had already shown that they were inextricably linked to the occurrence of this bad thing.

As believers in nature, they must personally cleanse their own sins and gain understanding from Count Xike’s family, otherwise this matter will not be finished.

This also proved that the God of Avalon was indeed paying attention to the players, and as far as they knew, there was no precedent of a deity sending down divine punishment because of a single grave-robbing incident among the other believers on the continent.

“There are almost fifty people on the grave robbers’ side, they’re very vigilant and have well-equipped sentries scattered around, so be careful!
These guys don’t look too ordinary.”

Smoke Sang shared the details of his observations to his companions one by one, while the answering sounds coming back from the communication network represented that everyone had entered a state of critical combat.

Smokey also drew out his staff and began to adjust the positioning of the stone goblins, behind him on the back of the wide stone goblins, a box of incendiary flasks have been fixed, this is Smokey’s “professional advantage” to play his “career advantage” to create his own new position, when necessary, he can guest “bomber”! He can play the role of “bomber” when necessary.

The vengeful warriors from Transylvania have approached, but the Snegov family’s gang of grave robbers has not yet sensed the danger.

In the tent at the center of the temporary camp, Joel, the leader of the gang, was admiring the “trophies” of his trip.

They hadn’t actually taken too much from Count Siko’s tomb.

On the one hand, it was because the mausoleum was an ancient artifact from four hundred years ago, and most of the psychic energy items stored in it had already been deactivated due to the passage of time.

On the other hand, Count Sike was a mountain man.

They had never regarded gold and silver as treasures worth cherishing, so there was no treasure in the Earl’s mausoleum that made these grave robbers crave the most.

However, the Snegovs didn’t run the risk because they were simply seeking wealth.

Joel was already a middle-aged man.

He was very thin and looked a bit malnourished, the guy’s face was always grim and upon closer inspection, he was missing a section of his left pinky.

It was a “memento” of an unsuccessful grave-robbing in his youth, the same memento behind the strange tattoos and a shameful brand that stood for “thief”.

He spent half of his life in a Yankee prison, and it was his experience at the “Dragon’s Field” that gave him the powerful skills and experience he has today.

Now, under the light of the dimly lit gas lamp, Joel wiped his handkerchief on the violent double-bladed battle axe of the barbarian in the weapon box in front of him.

The appearance of this thing was rather simple and atmospheric.

The entire body of the axe was devoid of any superfluous decorations, except for some elegant rune markings on the axe handle, which came from the marvelous writing that the mountain people had learned after being blessed by the spirits of nature.

After four hundred years of deep burial time the raging weapon hadn’t lost even a tiny bit of its aura, and now under the light its snowy blade could still make Joel feel a chill down his neck.

This was not a mental illusion, in fact, when Joel strained to swing the axe blade, there would indeed be a visible frost raging on top of the sharp edge of the axe.

And through the layer of lingering ice fog, one could vaguely see the ghostly blue Berserker rune present on the axe blade.

This vision was enough to prove its uniqueness.

This weapon was the beloved possession of the first Earl of Sike, and it followed Earl Sike out of the mountains and forests to join in the slaughter of the Black Plague Jackals, and most of the story of that Earl’s 137 years of life was related to this battle axe.

It was called the “Warmblood Decapitator”.

This name alone is full of legends, because “Vam” is the name of the god of war, Berserker, who is worshipped by the barbarians of Western Sahara in the Ice Bay region.

Weapons that could be named after a deity were naturally not extraordinary.

The decapitator’s battle axe is not only regarded as a legend and myth among the mountain people, but also has corresponding legends in the Kavkhokar and even the Great Wilderness area.

Because the first generation of Count Siko was the best friend of Boris, the Hero King, when the Hero King commanded the warriors of the clan to invade the Great Wilderness, he also received the assistance of Siko’s winged cavalry.

This leads to the historical value of this weapon being as thick as its combat value.

“Ah, an item of legend, to actually resurface after 400 years, this seems to be a bad sign.”

Joel finished polishing the battle axe and placed it carefully in the weapon case, then picked up the battle armor of the first Earl of Sicco and slowly cleaned the dirt present in those battle marks on it.

As he wiped, he thought in his mind:

“Could it be that what the Thieves’ Guild’s emissary said to the House Master was true? An era of chaos is coming, and all those who foresee the coming storm should prepare for it early.

Think about it.

If we didn’t really feel threatened, how could the Thieves Guild, which has always kept a low profile, commission us to come all the way here to pick up this weapon?

It’s a pain in the ass.

Not to mention the subsequent retaliation of the mountain folk, just getting involved in Transylvanian affairs is enough to cause trouble for the family in itself, and the local vampires aren’t even dead yet.”

Joel narrowed his eyes in thought:

“Those sons of bitches under Midnight are not easy fellows to deal with, the head of the family is really dizzy to join the Thieves Guild, and he dares to meddle in this kind of matter
Is this something a sewer rat like us can meddle in?

But the local pups are still too tender, their idea of releasing information to find someone to take the blame and then make a halfway stop is just too obvious.

Oh well, it’s a good thing we did it ahead of time, or else we’d really have to compete with some of our peers for this deadly errand.”

This cunning old thing heart and mirror.

He had already sensed the threat of uneasiness, yet as a gang of grave robbers heavily trained by the Snegov family, they couldn’t refuse an order from Snegov’s godfather.

Against the backdrop of chaos, these rootless people simply didn’t have the power to be able to choose their destiny, and could only go with the flow.

“However, it’s fine for that quest commission to ask us to take weapons and battle armor, why do we even have to take the bones of the first earl and even the ashes of a few of his beloved dogs along with it?”

The old grave robber still had a doubt that could not be answered.

He looked at the properly placed skeleton and a few bags of ashes placed in the box next to him, compared to the Vam Decapitator and this set of Earl’s Battle Armor, the First Earl’s bones were the top priority of this operation.

Old Joel couldn’t understand the strange order of the Thieves Guild, for grave robbers, they only wanted money not likely to take away such unlucky things as bones and corpses.

“Chief, the evening meal is ready.”

A stout voice rang out from outside the tent, a large man with a strange tattoo on his face walked in with a bowl of broth and respectfully handed it to Old Joel.

However, his eyes lingered on the Varm Decapitator in that weapon case. This big, burly man seemed to fantasize about the invincible scene of himself running across the battlefield with this legendary divine weapon in hand
“Hey, don’t think about it.”

Old Joel noticed the eagerness and greed of his men, and he said disdainfully:
“More beings have fallen under the axe blade of the Vam Decapitator than you’ve ever seen in your life, and this legendary artifact from the barbarians has been tainted with too much killing.

Even it has become a weapon in its own right.

Of course you can hold it and slash at will, but only those who do not fear death and even embrace it as an honor are qualified to be its next master.

Do you know why the successive masters of the Sicomair family kept this weapon in the tombs of their ancestors and didn’t take it out even when Sicomair City was sacked?

They knew very well that they couldn’t manipulate such a killing object!
Neither can you.”

“I think I can! I’ve killed people too, more than one.”

The big-brained subordinate returned with a strained neck, only to be met with Old Joel’s disdain.

A good and brave private brawl and a real battlefield kill were two very different things, and only fools thought that having blood on their hands made them brave warriors.

But he wasn’t about to stop his stupid subordinates from fantasizing.

Breaking other people’s stupid dreams would be hated, so let the fool continue to indulge in his unrealistic ambitions and willingly become cannon fodder under his command.

Hey, this cruel world is really interesting.

Old Joel thought to himself as he picked up a wooden spoon and prepared to enjoy his midnight snack, but the moment he brought the broth into his mouth, Joel suddenly twitched his nose.

“There’s something wrong with this soup! It’s poisoned inside! It’s Clan Thorn’s ‘Paralyzing Kiss’! Fuck! Someone touched in! Take a shortcut!”

The old grave robber jumped up and slammed the broth in his hand on the ground, drawing the serpentine short sword at his waist and rushing out, while the thick-necked guy beside him seemed to sense a good opportunity and reached for the Warmblood Decimator.

He seemed to be planning to start his “legendary career” tonight.

However, before his fingers touched the handle of the Legendary Axe, a bone jackal short sword broke through the shadows and dug into his thick neck with a ruthless momentum.

Hiding in the shadows, Frost Tooth’s Claw, wrapped in a stream of black smoke, swung another bone dagger, kicked the thug to the ground as he groaned in pain, and then pressed down on the guy’s head, which was covered in weird tattoos, and drove the spikes into the other guy’s eyes in front of Old Jor’s face.

As the sharp edge pulled out with a broken eyeball, blood instantly splashed out in all directions.

The shaking body smashed on the ground, the Claws of Frost Teeth who never informed that he also joined this night’s action shook off the blood stains of the dagger in his hand, he stood in the middle of Old Joel and the burial objects, staring at the grave robber in front of him with some kind of ineffable anger and loathing.

Old Joel would have panicked by now.

Not just because he saw the Scarlet Fort badge hanging from Tooth’s assassin’s breastplate, but because he heard that the camp outside had gone into chaos.

In the midst of a loud “Avalon to the Great!” It seemed that a vengeful army had entered the camp amidst the roar of “Avalon to the Great!”, and even more horrifyingly, Old Joel felt the ground shake.

He knew very well that there was only one kind of person who could cause this kind of earth tremor in this neighborhood.

Winged cavalry!
The Winged Cavalry of the Xike Collar had killed them!
Their grave-robbing had leaked out, and now they were going to have to endure the wrath that erupted from the descendants of Count Sicco and the mountains.

“I can pay you!”

Old Joel exclaimed:

“I have three secret treasures! I also know the location of the Snegovs’ treasury. Spare my life! Pretend you’ve never seen me!

I’ll give it all to you.

Brother, you’re a thief too, aren’t you?

Look, we’re peers, there’s no need to take things so far!”

In the face of his begging for his life, Tooth’s reaction was quite direct, as he copied his twin blades and pounced, not giving Old Joel any chance to argue or convince him at all.

In the moment when the two of them engaged in battle, Old Joel heard Frost Tooth’s Claw’s low and indifferent voice:

“Grave robber! I didn’t expect to see you disgusting things even in this new world, but you won’t be sentenced here, there’s no such merciful ending for you.

There is only death for you!
Frankly speaking.
I’m honored to serve as tonight’s executioner!”

Because of this grave-robbing incident on the side of the gods were not just the oooh meow brother a few people, Mrs. Dorothy also because she did not control the mouth of her subordinates led to her a vampire was watched by the God of Nature, that big sister did not have the same as the Lord Murphy by the attention of the many gods is not panicked still a good mentality.

Without exaggeration, Dorothy was almost scared to death at that time.

Therefore the Blood Rat Gang’s boss would never be less determined than the players to resolve this matter now, she could only send her best apprentice if she couldn’t come herself, and for Tooth, he was determined to participate in tonight’s slaughter without even the slightest bit of hesitation.

Tooth had long since had enough of damn grave robbers doing stupid things to those precious artifacts in reality, and thus for him, this was personal! —
“The 56 heads represent the washing away of shame, and the recovery of the burial artifacts means that the Mountain Foot Tribe will be able to continue to fulfill their sacred duties.”

At noon the next day, beside the mausoleum of his ancestors beyond the mountain forests, the young Earl of Sherron looked with disgust at the heads of the grave robbers in the distance, which were being put together by the mountain folk in preparation for being burned as an offering to their ancestors.

She turned back to Brother Stick and Brother Whimper:
“As a descendant of the West Cormyr family, I truly appreciate all that you have done for my family, especially when I learned that these bastards had the audacity to desecrate the bones of my ancestors .
I almost made a big mistake in my ignorance.”

“This is what we should do, Earl-sama.”

Brother Woo Meow would not think about the trophies in the mausoleum at this point.

A kill against the Evil One had gotten his Divine Punishment status canceled, which made him feel refreshed, sighing inwardly that he really couldn’t do this bad thing, and pretending to respond to the young Earl of Sherron again.

The next second, though, little Sherron shook his head.

She reached out and stroked the recovered Varm Decapitator battle axe, saying:
“It’s not a good idea for this to have been kept in the mausoleum, and word of this theft will only cause my ancestors to have no more peace.

Therefore I intend to reactivate this battle axe.

It was originally a weapon that the barbarian smiths of 400 years ago had built for my ancestor specifically to fight against the Black Plague, and it won’t dishonor my ancestor by being reused in the context of the Black Plague that’s about to come now.

I think that if my ancestor is alive in heaven, he would be proud of my decision.”

The young earl swept a glance at the gazes of those warriors in front of him who had already brightened up.

She lamented in her heart that Lord Murphy’s advice was really useful, then she turned her words around, coughed, and said to the group of fist-pumping warriors in front of her:

“However, there is only one Vam Decapitator and only one pair of the ancestor’s battle armor, so I can only rent it out to the toughest warriors.

And at the end of the Black Plague, at the end of the suffering in this land, at the end of the tragedy in the city of Xikor, at the end of the hatred of the mountain people for their foreign enemies, this battle-axe will have to be returned to the mausoleum”

“Ding.”

The light prompt from the Operational Treasure Pearl signified that another quest had been triggered.

Brother Stick and Brother Woo Meow’s expressions immediately collapsed.

As expected, this quest was another one of a competitive nature, asking them to move around in the Ancestor Woodlands for the next month.

Only those brave men who were unanimously recognized by the mountain people would be qualified to use this legendary weapon.

“Shit! I’m about to go to the Hoeing Ground to repair the defense line, and I won’t be able to come back until the Black Plague is over.”

Brother Stick patted Brother Woo Meow’s shoulder with a regretful face and said:

“I won’t argue, you do it.”

“Hehehe, then I’ll be polite ow.”

Brother Woo Meow grinned and said:
“As a Red Knight Reservist, I do need a powerful divine weapon too . Lol, don’t look at me like that, I know I’m wrong, I’ll tell the little earl all the causes and consequences, we’ll admit to whatever punishment people have.

I’ll do it willingly, the price of making a mistake here is indeed exaggerated.

It seems that even if it’s a game, you can’t mess around.”

(End of chapter)