505.Chapter 503: 502 Happy Stick’s “Longzhong Pair”

Chapter 503: 502. Happy Stick’s “Longzhong Pair”

Murphy contacted Earl Andre and briefly explained the matter, and Earl Whitehill immediately said that he would personally escort Hogg to Batasin City and complete the meeting with Mrs. Shani there.

The main reason why the efficiency is so high is because the “scope of influence” of this matter is a bit big.

It involves the warning of the Bone Biting King and a soon-to-be-born Evil God, and even directly affects the progress of the Black Plague and the safety of the continent.

This is definitely not something that the Governor of Transylvania or the Grand Duke of Thorns can decide alone. While Hogg was taken to the Scarlet Fortress by the vampires under Adele’s command, Murphy also took out from his psychic bag the blood crystal that directly contacted His Holiness Pa Ying.

There was an agreement between the two that anything less threatening than the undead legions of Westcoat City could not disturb the Venerable Lord’s daily routine, but the events triggered by one of Hogg’s dreams had clearly gone far beyond that.

The blood crystal was quickly connected.

Venerable Lord Paying’s psychic projection once again appeared in front of Murphy’s eyes, and this time the Venerable Lord simply stopped pretending, his projection was sitting in his own drawing room, and he was creating a work of art with a brush in his hand.

The crystal was suspended beside the Venerable Lord.

Without looking back, he asked in a calm tone:
“Give me some time to finish this stroke, then you can talk about the bad thing you found out before it interferes with my nice inspiration today.”

“Of course, Your Holiness.”

Murphy said in a humble tone:

“I suggest you finish your painting before you say anything else, because I don’t think you’ll be in the mood to create for a long time after hearing about this, I reckon.”

“Hmm?”

This response made His Holiness stop his movements in surprise.

Although he didn’t have much interaction with Murphy, His Holiness Pa Ying believed that the Transylvanian Governor wasn’t a credulous fellow, so he put down his paintbrush and frowned as he got up to take off his gloves.

He held up a cup of tea and said:

“Tell me, what exactly happened.”

Murphy shrugged, looking somewhat regretfully at the work that had just taken off on the drawing board.

He told him what happened, and when he heard the words “King of Bone Biting”, “Lord of Hunting”, and “Evil God Fallen”, His Holiness Lord Paying’s face became serious, until After Murphy finished talking about his plan, His Holiness fell into a long period of thinking.

Just like a handsome vampire statue.
Until several minutes later, he sighed, put down his teacup, and spoke:

“Can you be sure that this ‘Hogg’ is credible?”

“I cannot be certain, Your Holiness, it is merely an attempt I made in the first place to solve the problem of the jackals in Transylvania, and so far the Hog has performed quite well. However, I have not imposed any mandatory contract on it, so I cannot give you a 100% certainty about its loyalty and steadfastness.”

Murphy said matter-of-factly:
“But I believe that Hogg knows very well at this current stage who to cooperate with in order for it to avoid falling into a desperate situation, especially with the King of Biting Bones confirming that a Fallen Evil God is about to be born, so as long as it is not willing to defect to subspace and turn into a demonic creature, there is no second way for it to go.”

“Can’t bet it all on the mind of a jackal!”

Venerable Lord Paying said in a deep voice:
“It can’t even ensure that it can be firm in its own will, it will be even more difficult to convince others to devote their strength to it, there must be a mandatory covenant spell between you and Hogg to ensure that it will be firm in this matter until the end.

I will have this spell created for you in the near future, and I will first send Paranor to Transylvania to participate in this matter.

You have a good point, Murph.

This is indeed an opportunity to solve the hidden problem of the Black Plague once and for all, a unique opportunity, a chance to resolve the opposition between the Jackals and the civilized camp from the root.

I’m going to entrust it to you and Tris.

I need the two of you to shoulder the responsibility of the civilized camp in this stormy time!
But there’s something I need to tell you about Torn Flesh and the civilization tablet it’s holding
There have been no recent sightings of Jackal break-ins at the Barren Hill defense line, with the Third Lord blockading the area, and Heather receiving assistance from the Brass Dwarves, with several Earth Priests monitoring the situation around the Barren Hill for her.

I can tell you unequivocally that Torn Flesh has not returned to the Dark Mountain Range, otherwise with the movement of the civilization tablet reappearing, it is impossible for it not to be detected by the Blood League Knights’ eyes in various places.

Therefore, that Jackal Warlock and their Civilization Tablet should still be in the line from the Filthy Swamp to the Barren Mountains, I suggest you have a good look in the Barwindt Canyon between the two places, it’s a hell of a place that hides a lot of secrets.

It’s also a dangerous place, you might ask Tris, I remember her visiting that place when she traveled the world in her youth.”

“Hmm? That’s surprising.”

Murphy narrowed his eyes when he heard this news, he didn’t think that Venerable Lord Paying would be confused about this kind of thing, which meant that something must have happened to Torn Flesh after he escaped.

“I will immediately dispatch an elite team towards the line of Desolate Mountain and Baphomet Canyon, Venerable Lord, and I will personally lead the team.”

Murphy promised:
“We’ll retrieve the Jackals’ civilization tablet as soon as possible and help Hogg complete his certification in the swampy forbidden area’s Place of Creation so that it can become the Jackals’ civilization spokesperson.”

“Well, I’ll be ready for your next plan in the Dark Mountains.”

Venerable Lord Paying also promised:

“As long as you can bring the true ‘Sage Wolf Hogg’ to the Dark Mountain Range, I will prepare a sufficiently powerful ‘Godslayer Squad’ for it, and there are indeed ways in which the just-born divine sins can be restrained, and the Blood Alliance It is not as if the Knights have not dealt with similar creatures before.

Therefore you don’t have to worry about the power issue.

However, I would like to remind you that the gathering of the Black Plague army in the Dark Mountain Range has already been completed.

They may soon start advancing towards the periphery, and currently the defenders of the clans in the Brass Fortress have entered a tight defense, and both the Supreme Lord of the Brass Dwarves and the Ranger General of the Forest Elves have personally arrived at the fortress to supervise the battle.

The situation over here is touch and go, but your side is not feeling the pressure yet.

Therefore, if you confirm that you want to place your defense against the Black Plague on the Deserted Mountain, then for the next month, you will have to complete your assembly behind our position.

I can promise you that the Blood Alliance Knights in the Desolate Mountain position will not disengage from their positions until they are all killed in battle, but I want you all to be mentally prepared.

The sacrifices and gruesomeness you will have to pay if you have to fight against them on their territory will be far beyond your imagination.”

“I am mentally prepared, Your Holiness.”

Murphy said in a firm tone:

“Then, let us meet again at the Desolate Mountain Position.”

“Uh-huh.”

His Holiness nodded and dryly disconnected the communication from the crystals, and in his drawing room, the handsome man played with the crystals in his hand again glancing back at the painting that had just opened behind him.

He sighed.

As Murphy had said, after hearing about this incident, His Holiness was not in the mood to continue creating at all.

At this moment, even though he had experienced a thousand years of sinking, he couldn’t help but spit out in his heart why things were always so bad in Transylvania?

But soon, His Holiness pondered another question.

Why was the Land of Creation hidden in the forbidden area of the swamp discovered by Murphy, and from that young vampire governor’s description, he seemed to have fully understood the operation and function of the Land of Creation.

That was the Land of Creation!

It was by no means an ordinary place, even Venerable Lord Paying himself had to be fully prepared before entering it, either Murphy had a big heart, or perhaps there were some secrets he had yet to discover in this little guy as well.

The Exalted Lord rubbed his brow and strolled out of the drawing room, his mind constantly flashed with images that he had already forgotten, images that were completely incomprehensible and not arranged in chronological order were ultimately fixed in the purple streams of light that flew in the sky, as if the entire world was about to be incinerated in it.

“Eden. The Greenhouse of Life Alpha Program.”

Venerable Lord Paying pondered over and over these words that would always jump into his mind at midnight but could not comprehend their meaning; he knew that this information was bound to be important, but he could not fathom why he had chosen to forget it.

It was true that he had to write down more than the other Archdukes, but the tattered memories prevented him from forming a clear vein among them at all.

So what exactly had happened when he had stumbled out of the Dark Mountains with the other vampire archdukes?
Ah.

This damned mystery.

Looks like he’ll have to make a trip to that swampy forbidden place himself if he has time in the Dark Plague.
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“Hail to you, Governor Murphy! Your visit to inspect the work of our Maginot defenses has brought us here in great splendor!”

At the busy construction site beyond the filthy swamp, Happy Stick flapped his bloody wings and rose into the air, catching a glimpse of Lord Murphy, who was looking down on the entire Maginot Defense Line from above.

As the commander of the defense line, Happy Stick immediately went up to Lord Murphy and licked him furiously, and at the same time, he proudly took the main line NPCs on a “tour” of his own defense line.

The advantage of being able to fly is here, there is no need for Murphy to walk back and forth on the defense line, and you can see the panoramic view of the entire defense line from a high place. The defense line, which is completely designed and built by the small players, is not built around the Filthy Swamp like the Great Wall, on the contrary, it is intermittent, and it’s hard to judge it as a whole defense line only from the high altitude.

At least to Murphy, a layman, there seemed to be only a few isolated fortress clusters stuck between the swamp and the Dark Baron’s territory.

However, he did see something, for example, on the high ground between several fortress clusters were pre-set artillery positions, and there would be a large number of laborers building roads to carry artillery near those high ground.

It was like a nail nailed to the ground, connecting these scattered points together to form a defense line around the swamp area.

Next to that there was Happy Stick tongue blooming like an orchid for Lord Murphy to introduce the composition of his defense line:

“At present, nine fire fortresses have been built, from which we have carefully selected three areas to form larger and more complex permanent fortifications, all of which are the most easily breached areas selected from the repeated studies of the previous four Black Plague battle examples.

The Brotherhood of Stonemasons took the safer option.

We connected these three into the main body of the Maginot Line through a combination of above-ground bunkers and underground fortifications, and the three main positions were connected through traffic lines dug underground by the Dogheads, perfectly blocking several of the best-traveled main roads to Transylvania since along the Filthy Swamp.”

Stick explained to Murphy as he pointed in the air to the three established bunker clusters below:
“We will place a large number of artillery and layered trenches in these three positions, the shortest of which also has a battlefield width of three kilometers vertically and five kilometers horizontally.

This battlefield width can limit the Jackals’ numerical superiority and bring our advantage into play, once we enter the wartime state, we will also plant a large number of mines in these key defense areas to slow down the enemy’s attack.

And in the key defense outside the three positions are very complex terrain, can not allow jackals to pass through a large scale, when the defense line to enable and the rear of several positions to form a collaborative, once a small group of jackals to break through the back of the convenience of the cavalry and infantry will be mobilized to carry out a war of annihilation on them.

However, the number of soldiers under your command is still too small for them to fully guard these fronts, and we expect to draw in the militia if necessary.”

“Sounds impressive, but I’m not a soldier after all.”

Murphy nodded as he asked again:
“But I noticed that your defense line is only in the central area, and it doesn’t extend to both flanks towards the swamp, why is that?”

“Not enough men and not enough time, my lord.”

Happy Stick sighed:

“Even though the Bloodclaw Clan can provide us with a lot of dog-head laborers, and even though the Brotherhood of Stonemasons is constantly bringing ‘supporters’ from the Kingdom of Canary Blossom into the position to build them, it’s not possible to complete a full defense of nearly two hundred kilometers from the Crimson Fortress to the Smuggler’s Woodland.

It would take at least ten years at the current rate of progress to build a wall of no fall like the Crimson Fortress.
We don’t have that much time and resources, and even if we did build a swamp wall, it would be impossible to draft enough soldiers to defend it with Transylvania’s population.

On top of that, we don’t have to do that either!

The terrain of the Dark Barony was quite rugged, a terrain that would make daily life very difficult, but that turned into an advantage when it came to fighting a war!
In a defense line’s construction plan, a bunker fortress made by man will always be a complement to the natural environment, and a good general should learn to use the mountainous terrain wisely, and incorporate the power of nature for his own use.

Maybe this line of defense seems to be full of holes to you, but please believe me, once the real war starts, we with the current manpower is enough to ensure that in the case of unsupported can rely on these positions, fire points and crisscrossing trenches to hold out for more than two months!
Assuming, of course, that we can get enough fire support.”

“But you didn’t answer my question, Major Stick.”

Murphy asked again:
“You didn’t answer how you’re going to respond once the Jackals break through on both flanks?”

“We don’t need to respond, my lord.”

Happy Stick was forced to tell the truth as he replied in a slightly somber manner:
“The Jackals breaking through to the east will run headlong into the outer defenses of the Crimsonwood Fortress, and unless General Winterwolf is insane, he won’t allow the barbarians to waltz away.

If they break through to the west, they will step along the smuggler’s woodlands in the direction of East Prussia and Cato.

With all due respect, my lord, Marshal Loren would absolutely set up a large army at Marlowe’s Town after the vicious incident that just occurred there, and if the jackals crossed Lake Thorpus into the Cato area .
Okay, I’ll admit that they would have set off horrors there, but what does that have to do with us?
That’s the land of the Goldfinchers and the Wolfsbane Clan!”

“You deliberately built the defense line like this! You purposely left out a road on the west side!”

Murphy narrowed his eyes and stared at Happy Stick, saying:
“You wanted the jackals to go that way.”

“Yes, I wanted the enemy to follow my plan.”

Now that this issue had been brought up, Happy Stick stopped hiding, and he said with a straight face:
“Marshal Shortman is using us to buy time for his defenses, he sees us as cannon fodder to fend off the Jackals, and as such, he will have to bear the bitter fruits that will be brewed if the Cato region is breached!
If the Pathfinder Legion can send a 10,000-man elite into the western defense line, then there is no way for the Jackals to cross this line at all, and they can only fight us to the death in front of the Filthy Swamp.

But the Dwarf Marshal just sent an observer team and gave us 50,000 soldier ruffians who are of no use at all, which already proves his attitude.

It was he who was unjust in the first place!

He’s not a short-sighted fellow.

He just has his own strategic intentions and is so evil, that very powerful commander, that he wants more than anyone to see the Transylvanians and the Jackals die together so that he can win profit for the country behind him.

It’s an admirable loyalty, but he chose this form.
Surely he can weaken us with war!

But now that he has done so, we can strike back in the same way.

I admit it’s vicious, my lord.

But if the wolfsbane vampires in the Cato region can’t fend off an invasion of jackals, then the hinterlands of the Kingdom of the Golden Sparrow will be directly threatened by the Black Plague.

King Louis had apparently forgotten the madness of the Fourth Black Plague when it swept across the continent.

No, he didn’t forget, he just thought that the Canary Flower Kingdom was already strong enough and history wouldn’t repeat itself, after all, he was a human, and he had never experienced a real Black Calamity, he was wise but he couldn’t realize the results that would be triggered by such a ‘world war’.

But us.
We will ‘join’ the Jackals in giving him a slap in the face to make that proud Sun King realize that we are not his puppets on strings, that Transylvania has power too, and that we won’t be defeated so easily.

That is what I will suggest to you next, my lord.”

Happy Stick looked around as he kept his voice extremely low and said:
“I know you intend to hold off the Black Plague in the line of the Barren Hills, but that is too risky, we are not afraid to die however the thousands of soldiers you have worked so hard to train represent the future of Transylvania, those stick lads shouldn’t be overthrown there.

We could have done it smarter!

Hold out there for a while and then take the initiative to pull back and lure the jackals deeper into the swamps then leave the rest to me and my Maginot defense.”

“Do you realize what you’re saying? Major Happy Stick!”

Murphy snapped:
“You are suggesting that I actively utilize the Black Plague! And the prerequisite for you to be able to execute your plan perfectly is that your defense line must be strong enough to withstand the frontal attack of the Black Plague, and only when they realize that they can’t break through on the front side will they voluntarily split their forces to the two flanks.

This means your defenses will be under unprecedented pressure.

If you fail.
If you lose, you can just walk away! Think of it as a saddening defeat, but all the bitter consequences will have to be borne by me and my people.

NO!
I can’t accept this proposal.”

“We can!”

Happy Stick said stubbornly:
“We will hold this place until all tactical purposes are accomplished! My lord, please don’t forget that we won’t die, that’s the bottom line for me to hold this line of defense! As long as I have 3,000 immortal spirits, I can hold this line until I die of old age.
All of my suggestions come from a consideration of Transylvania’s interests.

You can be a good Governor and get through the Black Plague your way, but King Louis and the Wolf Girl will not be grateful for it, and Transylvania will still fall victim to the rivalry between the two nations.

In the end, our position determines that it is simply impossible for us to rise in a normal way.

We have to prepare for the future, weakening our enemies is strengthening ourselves, and if we can do both at the same time that would be perfect.

What do you say?”

Murphy fell silent in the face of Happy Stick’s first such heartfelt offer.

After several minutes of contemplation, he took one last look at the defense line below, and he said:
“Let’s put this as a backup plan, I will test the Black Plague’s success with my warriors in the Barren Mountains first, and the second thing .”

Murphy looks at Happy Stick and says:
“Tris has already completed the development of ‘Otherworldly Yellow Gunpowder’ under Lumina’s guidance, the fire support you want is not impossible, but you need to figure out a way to increase production capacity yourselves. Major Stick, I hope you understand this reality!
If Transylvania is gone, everything you’ve put in here will be in vain.”

He stared at Happy Stick, activating the Desire Energy to listen to the other man and whispered after a few seconds:
“At that time, you will have to say goodbye to your Melia forever, and if you can understand all of this, then I can give you a chance to ask me about it. You can ask me a question and I will answer you without reservation, Mr. Liu.”

Stick’s chilly hairs poured up at this moment.

He clenched his fists.

At this instant he realized with incomparable truth that what he was beside could definitely not be an NPC.Under Murphy’s gaze, his lips moved, and in the end he didn’t ask a question but said:
“I don’t have any questions to ask, I’m very satisfied with my current life, I . I don’t hate Melia either.”

“Good! That’s what I was hoping to hear.”

Murphy nodded and said:

“Then get ready, if you win I can give you the source blood I know that you, the perfectionist, need more than a servant.”

(End of chapter)