432.Chapter 430 429 Marshal of the Short People: the Transylvanian thing for the

Chapter 430 429. short man marshal: why are things always so bad in Transylvania?
“Is it stuck? Why won’t this spell stop!”

On the edge of the battlefield on the border of East Prussia, near the large graveyard outside the ruins of the destroyed town, the student party that had just routed the Jackal Necromancer in a vicious battle gathered.

The physical professions were still on the periphery fending off the attacks from the surrounding army of fledgling skeletons, while the spellcasting professions were gathered in the center of the cemetery staring wide-eyed at the spells left behind by the jackal warlocks.

In front of Cheche and Good Dove was an apparently still functioning Undead Summoning Spell Formation, set up by those Jackals with evil psychic craniums plus the blood of innocents and the odd carrion candle.

The runes that shimmered around it were of a style they had never seen before, and the coiled atmosphere of the underworld was expanding rapidly, like an everlasting, invisible living thing.

Every time it “breathed”, it would cause several coffins in the cemetery to move.

Because of the ten years of war, the number of soldiers and the dead buried in this cemetery and the nearby cemeteries was quite horrifying, so if Che Che and Good Dove couldn’t stop this ritual before it reached its end, then even if they cooperated with the guards and crushed the jackal warlock tonight, the undead that were constantly being awakened would still “scrub” the surroundings with their loathing of the living. “Wash” the surrounding area with their loathing of the living.

Now the jackal warlocks are being hunted down one by one by the Knights of the Riptide, the threat posed by these bastards has been weakened, but the uncontrolled skeleton army will not dissipate on its own, and without their master’s manipulation, they will enter a more dangerous “wandering mode”.

“Damn, there are at least 4,000 undead roaming around this not-so-big battlefield!”

Che Che screamed as he clutched his staff:
“If this keeps up, I’m afraid that an army of 10,000 people will explode in place? Pigeon Treasure, hurry up and use your brain to think of a solution!”

“I have a hell of a solution!”

Good Pigeon rolled his eyes and spat:
“I’m a Blood Torturer, not a Purifier, so you should get an Avalon Priest to come over and find a solution for this kind of ritual that obviously can’t be stopped in the middle, right? But if you really want to talk about ideas, I do have some.”

Pigeon Treasure looked around and then up at the sky as he whispered:

“During the duel in Andromeda Hills before, didn’t all the players with the Spiritualist profession learn ‘Astral Rip’?

Although I don’t really understand how that thing works, I think that if we can start a ‘Cataclysm’ here, not only can we rely on the impact of the Astral Realm Spiritual Energy to raise this ritual, if it works well, we might be able to banish the Skeleton Army that’s been causing trouble here to the Astral Realm with a single strand of their heads.

Hey!
You say that this is not a green, pure and natural and non-polluting way to deal with it?

In addition to seeping a bit, I can hardly find any reason not to do so ah.”

“Uh.”

Faced with Good Dove’s suggestion, Che Che, who was also a psychic, rolled her eyes and spat:
“Although what you say makes sense, don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking, you bastard just wants to try out the feeling of ‘dropping a nuke’ with your own hands on the enemy’s land. You’re a real bringer of evil!”

“Well, count on it.”

Good Dove didn’t retort as he twirled the scarlet cane in his hand and said in a long drawn out voice:
“So, don’t you want to? Didn’t the development team teach us this mass destruction technique to encourage us to boldly use it under special circumstances? Isn’t the current situation special enough?
Letting nearly ten thousand ghouls and skeleton armies wreak havoc here is enough to turn this place and the nearby Banks City into a wasteland, don’t think too much!

We’re saving lives, my dear Cheche.”

“But this ritual requires a minimum of five psychics to perform!”

Cheche said with a frown:
“And the ritual instructions emphasize very clearly that we need to have a ritual core that can store large amounts of psionic energy and break through astral barriers, and that’s only if we’re in a region like Transylvania where the boundaries of the material world are very fragile.

Only the last of the three conditions is fulfilled now ah.”

“Hey, as long as the mind doesn’t slip, there are always more solutions than difficulties.”

Good Dove does not care about the difficulties, he immediately logged into the forum in the game and edited a post, yelling and calling for Spiritualist players who have learned the “Cataclysm” to hurry to the border battlefield to join in the great event.

However, before the post could get any heat, Good Dove received a private chat from Mrs. Water in the game:

“Nonsense! Take down your post! You little twerp, leave that still-running necromancy alone and pretend you didn’t see it! You’re throwing away the construction points that were sent to you, you little idiot, what family are you?

What kind of family are you?

The development team is feeding you food and you’re spitting it out?”

“Huh?”

The chiding from Lady Water made Good Pigeon’s eyes round, and he hurriedly asked after them, but Lady Water said that they would soon arrive at the battlefield and that they would talk about it when they met.

The two student party Spiritual Energy Masters looked at each other, and finally decided not to make a move for the time being.

For Lady Water and the Silver Moon’s Pride group’s wisdom, they were quite convinced, several times in the past period of time the sister group’s tawdry operations had brought them benefits that were hard for ordinary players to imagine, even though the students didn’t value maximizing their earnings, when faced with a situation where they could take 100, probably no one would choose to go and take 10, right?

Ten minutes later, the Silver Moon’s Pride Troupe officially arrived at the battlefield.

Even though Little Reed Name and Sister Pomegranate were rushing to fly with the other members, they still arrived at the battlefield a bit late, and the Jackal Warlock group had already been completely crushed by the precise decapitation operation.

Most of the warlocks had been killed, and the remaining few had already fled the battlefield in a mess, and were being hunted down by the enraged local defenders like crazy.

The Knights of the Riptide were aiding the honorable soldiers, but at Lady Water’s summons, Tepal, Uncle Ferdin, and Miss Becky had all converged on the cemetery.

“We must stop this evil ritual at once!”

Seeing Lady Water fall from the air, framed by Sister Pomegranate, the rather playful Uncle Ferdin stepped forward and exclaimed in a standard knightly salute to the stunningly beautiful peer in front of him:
“O powerful priest from the Church of Avalon, you are already our last hope to defend this land, please guide the purifying power of the God of Avalon here as soon as possible to completely cleanse this unspeakable evil.”

“That is exactly why I have come.”

Lady Water also made a priestly salute to Uncle Ferdin with a playful spirit, and then she stepped forward to check out the necromantic ritual that was still functioning and accumulating the breath of the underworld.

After a few seconds, she leaned on her scythe, which did not match her “persona”, and turned back to the crowd:
“This level of otherworldly summoning is not something that an ordinary priest like me can handle, perhaps we need to ask for help from the church to send a priest who can perform divine magic. However, I would like to ask you all a question now, namely, is it really necessary for us to purify this ritual?”

“Huh?”

The first one to speak out was Miss Becky.

She had just led her knights across the battlefield to perfectly complete the “debut” of the Riptide Knights, but she was still in high spirits, and in the simplest of chivalric morals, she naturally and instinctively wanted to refute the question posed by Mrs. Shui, but just before she opened her mouth, she was pinned down by the Knight Raven beside her.

The intelligent half-dragon descendant signaled with her eyes that she should keep quiet for now and see how these warriors of Lord Murphy would deal with this mess.

“Speak your mind, Lady Water.”

Tepal stepped forward and said:

“We all know you as the most flamboyant intelligence born on the land of Transylvania, perhaps you can give us some useful advice.”

“On my way here I heard of Pigeonbottom and Cart’s plan to summon the tainted psychic energy of the Astral Tear to hedge against this necromantic spell.

With my shallow knowledge of the forces of evil, I think this plan has a certain chance of success, however the great aftermath that the Astral Rip will bring must also be taken seriously.

The filth left behind by that Astral Rip is still lingering in the city rift of Scarlet Fortress, and even if they stop the undead summoning with this extreme method it will only bring another trouble to this land.

And it’s easy to get into diplomatic disputes using such mass destruction techniques on someone else’s territory.”

Lady Water shook her head to first explain her views on the Astral Tear, then fiddling with the braid she placed on her chest, she said:

“Secondly, even if we succeed in purifying this ritual here, the skeleton army and ghouls that have been awakened will not return to their rest at the end of the ritual.

The evil spell of the Jackal Warlock has polluted this land, and its effects will not die out in three or two days.

But on the other hand, this ritual can only affect a few nearby catacombs, and there is a limit to the number of dead that can be buried here, and if we let it continue to run until that limit is reached, it will stop on its own.

In fact, by my estimation, it will weaken on its own by early tomorrow morning at the most.”

“But so many wandering undead would put the nearby populace that is still alive at terrible risk! Banks City is only thirty kilometers away, and there are two hundred thousand people in that city!”

Ms. Becky exclaimed:
“It’s not chivalrous to let innocents fall into harm’s way!” “That’s why we need to get them into a safe place to start a new life before they are threatened by the undead.”

Lady Water said slowly:
“It’s the most perfect choice that can be made at the moment, after all, neither we nor the Pathfinder Legion will be able to clear out these already awakened undead anytime soon, unless the Short Man Marshal’s mindset is the same as Pigeonball’s to raze the place with a single super spell.

But if he did, the local innocents would die just the same.

I can understand your compassion and intolerance in this regard, but the fact of the matter is that bad things have already happened, and rather than expect it to quietly dissipate, we should start physically saving those who can still be saved now.

With the current rate of resurrection of the skeleton army and undead creatures and the horrific numbers they will eventually reach, not just a few nearby towns, but half of the inhabitants of Count Cadman’s domain centered around this place would need to be evacuated immediately!

But fortunately, the great and honorable Riptide Knights will stay here to help hold off the undead attacks and buy them enough time to evacuate.”

Speaking of which, Lady Water winked and said:
“The local population is of course free to move to those areas sheltered by the Pathfinder Legion as they choose, it is their freedom, but with such a terrible humanitarian crisis, I imagine that Transylvania, which is much closer, will also open its arms to these innocents.

I just know a very good place to go.

Like Fort Rapids, which is being built.
Not only is it the home base of the Rapids Riders who bravely intervened in tonight’s disaster and saved the day, but it’s not even a hundred kilometers from their homeland, so they could well recuperate and lick their wounds there.

Each day they look to their lost homeland to gather strength, to be strong in the lamentations of this stricken land.

One day, the people who were forced to leave this land will return to their homeland by their own hands and not by the strength of others, and they will be proud of it, and a new epic will be written.

See, what a tale to tell?”

Everyone in this eerie cemetery was dumbfounded when Mrs. Water finished her thoughts.

Che Che opened his mouth to say something, but in the end, he could only give a thumbs up and wave fiercely at his “Auntie Water” as he spat out in a small voice:

“The world of adults is really scary, compared to Auntie Water, these jackals are considered to be good people.”

“Huh?”

Mrs. Water let out a nasal sound and glanced at the mouthy Che Che with “Iceberg Imperial Sister’s Gaze”, the latter hurriedly stood up straight and didn’t dare to say anything else, while in front of her eyes, Tepal and Uncle Fudin exchanged glances.

They both saw the hesitation in each other’s eyes.

Although the Knights of the Riptide had worked very hard to gather the people after getting the right to build and manage the player’s stronghold, however, their numbers were limited, and after working for so long and removing the manpower that had been handed over to the administrative office, they had only managed to leave more than 3,000 people in their own territory.

If they followed Lady Shui’s proposal, I’m afraid that it would only take a few days for the number of people in Fort Riptide to exceed the 10,000 mark.

If they used a little “trickery”, the number of people they could obtain might double.

And as Mrs. Water said, bringing so many people back to Transylvania would also allow them to brush up on their construction points. If they had to find another reason to convince themselves, then these people who had experienced the plague of the undead were definitely the best “potential believers” of the Holy Light on this continent.

I’m impressed.

No matter which way you look at it, you can’t find any reason to oppose it, even the most upright knights still can’t hold back a bit under this kind of choice.

“You’re not right!”

Miss Becky was the only one who objected to this approach, and she couldn’t say what was wrong with it, but she just felt that there was something wrong with the logic of it.

She frowned and retorted:
“We should stop this disaster! Instead of letting it continue then taking the opportunity to recruit the local people who could have lived in peace”

“Fine, then you figure it out, Ms. Becky.”

Mrs. Water wasn’t annoyed, she smiled and made a “please” gesture, stepping out of the way to reveal the still functioning necromancy behind her.

Even for those who no longer understood the mysteries of spiritual energy, seeing the coils of unsettling power right now, they knew that this thing was a really big problem.

“Raven, can you purify it?”

Becky asked in a whisper to her best friend, and Raven Rider hesitated and said:
“It might be possible if I invoke the power of my god, but I think you should consider Lady Water’s opinion, even if we stop it now, the skeleton army and ghouls that have already taken shape will still be a big problem.

Whether you are willing to take such measures or not, I guess Marshal Loren will surely issue an evacuation order afterward as well; the continued infiltration of the Underworld’s aura has made this neighborhood truly no longer suitable for ordinary people to live in.

In fact, the casualties from the Ten Years’ War left the area with an inherent necromantic potential, it’s just that no one had been paying attention to that aspect before, and the Jackal’s surprise attack this evening set it off.”

“Then start evacuating immediately!”

Good Dove said with an excited flap of her wings:
“We can airdrop leaflets to Banks City and tell the innocents who would be affected by what’s happening here as fast as we can, they have a right to know what’s going on in their great land.”

“The Knights of the Riptide will clear a safe path for the locals to evacuate to Fort Riptide!”

Tepal said in a hushed voice:

“We will maintain this ‘path of life’ from now on, ah, I sense the tragedy of Stanthom repeating itself in East Prussia. Fortunately, our situation is not as bad as it was back then. We must learn the lessons of Lord Uther’s failure!
We must start moving immediately!
Here, time is life.”

“As soon as possible.”

Lady Water assumed a low-key stance of “Deeply Hidden” as she reminded:

“The evacuation of the first group of innocents must be organized at least before the Pioneer Legion’s vanguard arrives, otherwise, it will be difficult to get Marshal Loren’s approval for this matter. But if it can be made an established fact, I suspect that short-man marshal will have nothing to say but a few curses.”

The priestess of the god Avalon stood in the bleak cemetery looking around at the burning battlefield of horror as she spoke softly:

“The self-styled defenders of the Golden Sparrow have failed to fulfill their oaths to their people and their homeland, so don’t blame the brave men and women with righteous hearts for exercising that power and duty in their place.”
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“What do you say? The Transylvanian barbarians are sending our inhabitants into their territory? This is taking advantage of the fire!”

Several hours later, Marshal Loren of the pioneering fortress received a report from the cavalry chief ahead of him, and even though the elite cavalry under his command had been rushing, it was six hours after the accident when they reached the border town.

According to the cavalry chief’s report, the Knights of the Riptide, who had come to their support, had organized two groups of 600 men to leave the disaster area in that very short time.

Thanks to the “efforts” of those winged vampires, the people of a dozen nearby towns knew the news of the undead catastrophe, and even the city of Banks was already in a state of panic.

“I knew these Transylvanians were harboring evil!”

In the marshal’s office, Marshal Loren was so angry that he almost wanted to grab his battle axe and rush to Fort Scarlet to give Murphy a few stabs.

But he quickly calmed down.

He had to admit that there was nothing wrong with the Transylvanian’s disposition, and that transferring the inhabitants was the best way to go when the problem of undead could not be eliminated quickly.

But those bastards must have let the process go forward, knowing full well what gains they could make from there.

It’s only been two years since the Kingdom of the Golden Flower took over the East Prussia region, which has been the territory of the Confederacy of Bohemia for the past four hundred years, and while the locals don’t exactly love the Transylvanians, many of them favor their “countrymen” over the Kingdom of the Golden Flower.

Marshal Loren could easily imagine that once the large-scale transfer began, there would be many people who would voluntarily seek refuge in Transylvania.

“In the current situation, I can’t forcibly stop them from crossing the border privately, but how can I let you take His Majesty’s nationals captive so easily?”

The half-dwarf marshal narrowed his eyes, and in the rise of thick smoke, he called for his guards and ordered:
“Immediately inform the mayors of all the towns in East Prussia, especially the town hall of Banks City, of the news that the Black Plague will break out in three months. Make it clear to those fatuous fellows that the first wave of the Black Plague’s infestation will break out in Transylvania.

At the same time, order the few new regiments that have been formed to move towards the vicinity of Marlowe Town, and I demand that they must wipe out all the remaining undead creatures in that great land before the Black Plague breaks out!

Ah, Transylvania!

Anything related to that hellhole is always so bad, I really should have ugh, missed it in the first place, pity.”

(End of chapter)