516.Chapter 514: 513 Pavans Who Can Double Jump Are Simply Unbattleable

Chapter 514 513.The Parva who can two-step is simply unbeatable!
On the fourth day of the Holy Blood Festival, the city was still bustling with activity, and the atmosphere of the festival didn’t seem to diminish in the slightest, but instead became even hotter as people from neighboring towns came to hear about it.

Yesterday, Consul Miriam passed a request from the village heads of several collective farms to add small booths to the streets around the city square, but these were not reserved for players but for the entertainment of the locals.

Each of the five village chiefs sent their village singers, dancers, and speakers to represent the five villages to “compete”.

But these guys came with a purpose!

Instead of enjoying the joy of the Holy Blood Festival, they came to publicize the “superior industries” of the five farms, such as the booth of the “Village Song and Dance Troupe” sent by the novice villages, there were special salespeople who introduced them to the people who came and went. For example, at the booth of the “Village Dance Troupe” sent by the novice village, there were special sales people who were very excited to introduce to the visitors all kinds of potions produced by their village.

There are anti-mosquito, after-wash, and those that are said to be able to increase sexual pleasure, anyway, they are not serious combat potions but more close-to-life auxiliary things.

Although the locals are very poor, but these things are “self-produced and self-marketed” does not have too much cost, so the price is very low to the locals can afford, which rightfully attracted the attention of the wealthy Yankee merchants, which directly led to the booth just put out a few days to let the novice village negotiated a number of supply contracts.

Tepal this guy is in charge of the development of the Riptide Knights, but also do not forget to give their own farms and villages to increase income, is really a good village chief.

In fact, if he could not hire a good alchemist, he estimated that he would even develop a series of men’s and women’s perfumes, after all, he had already searched the internet and found dozens of perfume ingredient lists and requested that Arcane Master Marlene must take care of the “research and development” as soon as possible.

From this point of view, the mayors of the five villages are still quite conscientious, they have found the “right way” to play the administrative profession and began to enjoy the small joy of being a lord in the Middle Ages.

Today, however, there was a serious drop in “traffic” at all the stands.

Even the people around the Silver Moon Regiment’s costume show were a lot less, it wasn’t that everyone’s items had lost their attraction, it was mainly because there was a bigger event taking place today, the “Governor’s Challenge”, which was regarded as the grand finale of this year’s Sacred Blood Festival, was about to start!

For the tough locals, watching pretty girls walking around in pretty clothes is really tempting, but it’s obviously not as attractive as a good fight where the weak beat the strong, or the weak get beaten up by the strong.

What’s more, outside of this challenge match, the Blood Rats who are not willing to be lonely also opened a handicap like the usual big fights, others do not know, but those who participate in the charity gambling competition are very willing to put in an extra sum of money to try their luck.

Most importantly, this tournament was a large group battle in which the Transylvanian’s favorite, Governor Murphy, was personally involved!
It was rumored that Governor Murphy was going to fight alone against forty men!

Wow!

Let’s not even talk about whether we can win or not, let’s just say that’s a lot of people, right?

Such a huge difference in numbers almost immediately ignited the spirit of war in the hearts of the locals, who had always believed that their governor had shown his “Transylvanian soul” as a vampire, regardless of whether he could win or not.

Only sissies fight 1V1!

A real man like Murphy-sama pulls his enemies together and just A-knocks them out!
In any case, one hour before the start of the challenge, the sewer floor of the chosen battle arena was already overcrowded.

In order to avoid a stampede, “Sewer Queen” Dorothy closed the entrance and exit when the number of people was almost the same, but those who didn’t get a ticket don’t have to feel bad, because the Midnight Faction vampire psychics led by Missy will be “live broadcasting” the battle in the city square. “The Battle.

It can only be said that the wind period of the live broadcasting industry has already appeared in Transylvania a few thousand years in advance of the first signs.

At this time in the crowded city square, in a small stall, holding a bowl of hot breakfast mixed with fruit wine and porridge Major Ron stared at the front was shaped by the psychic projection, betting wildly for three days he will be at a loss.

But his tired face couldn’t hide the burning “gambling spirit” in the major’s eyes.

Major Ron, who had already won 35 consecutive matches in the King of Gamblers Charity Competition, was given a “mandatory rest” today, and as the “No. 1 Seeded Player”, he had already proved his strength, and was directly promoted to the finals of the competition, where he would take part in the real “King of Gamblers Competition” five days later. “King of Gamblers” in five days.

Old Huo also gave this game to the blood money.

Get “charity gambling king” title of the top three will get a year of hidden treasure bay casino gold VIP membership, this generous reward really attracted the whole Transylvania territory of the various “heroes”.

Of course, the locals have no way to enter the casino to spend money, so the local gambling kings are basically the end of the old Huo collected into “their own people”.

From this perspective, Old Huo’s purpose of organizing a charity King of Gamblers competition on the occasion of the Sacred Blood Festival is very suspicious, or perhaps it is a “special selection and recruitment”?
“Seriously, I really can’t understand the Transylvanian’s brain.”

The Major said to Fraser beside him as he grunted and ate his breakfast:
“I can understand that this is probably Governor Murphy’s way of proclaiming his power to his people, but would there really be any ruler in his right mind who would personally fight in a gladiator arena? Or one man against forty Black Iron Elites.

As far as I know, he’s only a Black Iron rank as well.

This is simply suicidal.”

“That’s something you’ve seen less of, Ron.”

Fraser looked at Ron, who had dark circles under his eyes due to his gambling spree. Not only did this guy gamble, but he also had “dinner” with several modeling girls from Nordoff in the past three days, so he was really a complete prodigal son.

The colonel was a little dissatisfied with his adjutant’s undignified appearance, and he didn’t understand the meaning of those gambling machines, but he still couldn’t bear to see his companion continue to degenerate into a fool who could only gamble and look for women.

So he intended to fill his empty brain with a little knowledge.

The colonel who was dressed very elegantly today and had gotten himself a pair of glasses to pretend to be a man of letters explained very seriously:

“All the chiefs of the barbarian clans in the Ice Bay region rule their tribes in this way, and it is said that those barbarians organize two to three intra-clan melee battles every year, and their chiefs will always be the one who can stand until the end.

It was a rather simple philosophy of rule, that the most powerful one was the one most qualified to claim the title of king.

The ancient customs of the barbarians have lasted for millennia and I don’t expect to see it change in our lifetimes, except to say that the place has its own national conditions, though considering Transylvania’s fairly close proximity to Ice Bay, it’s not unusual for the natives to adopt the same philosophy of rule.

This land hasn’t been at peace since the first Black Plague until now.

War has been a part of life and living for the people here, only the strong can last long in such an environment, and for a ruler, where benevolent abilities and caring can be put on the back burner, the governor of Transylvania must be strong enough.

Because in such a war-torn environment, being strong means not dying a violent death, which in turn means a stable order.

So, in my opinion, there is nothing wrong or even quite right with Governor Murphy’s choice, he must let his people know his power!
The locals won’t despise him for being a barbarian for that, on the contrary, they will feel honored that their governor is strong enough.

Well, interesting knowledge!
Diametrically opposed to our King Louis’ idea of ruling, but you have to admit that my king’s set of people management techniques wouldn’t actually work in Transylvania, and although my king is full of courage, even a veteran king’s party member like me has to admit that our King Louis is really not known for his force.

It is said that even Countess Marguerite was able to suppress our Majesty in swordplay.”

“Ow, I probably get it.”

Ron shrugged, ate the soy meat bun in his hand in three or two bites, and said:

“So it’s like the beasts picking their leader.”

“Something like that.”

Fraser nodded and sat down on a chair at the stall tossing out a few coins to the busy teenage stall owner and asked for a steaming hot vegetable bun intending to eat it while enjoying Governor Murphy’s battle.

He soon noticed some Yankees traveling through the crowd though.

Although they were disguised as merchants, his intuition from his military background made him quickly realize that they were “peers”.

Ron yawned, but he also noticed the guys and whispered:
“It may be the winter wolf scouts of the Crimson Fortress, it seems that General Baldwin has also become interested in the current ruling system of Transylvania.

What do you say, should we poke them?
Just stop one of the sheriffs to report the situation, and you can be a good local citizen during this lively festival.”

“No point.”

Fraser took a bite of his vegetable bun.

The drippings in the bun mixed among several vegetables filled his mouth, and the colonel frowned as he savored the overly complex but not irresistible flavor while waving his hand:

“You have to trust the vampire’s security for their own city, and you’ve met that Lady Adele before, her decisiveness and sharpness proves she’s no slouch.”

“Yes, the vampire intelligence officer with the dominant figure.”

Major Ron flashed an odd smile and teased:

“She’s no slouch in ‘every sense of the word’, and I’ve heard whispers of a relationship between Mrs. Adele and Governor Murphy.”

“Ron, this is not a matter for a gentleman to discuss.” Fraser had no intention of continuing the subject.

He pointed to the agitated square in front of him, the “psychic live broadcast” projected on the wall had already appeared, which meant that the match was about to start.

However, Governor Murphy did not appear on the screen, but rather, members of the Blood Rat Gang interviewed the young players who were going to challenge Governor Murphy today in the form of a “reporter” at random.

This made the new players in the square go crazy with joy.

Hey, this development team is quite good at organizing the work!
Isn’t this the necessary opening interview and trash-talking session of modern combat?

The first young player to be “interviewed” was Pigeon Treasure, and in the slightly shaky screen, the vampire torturer could be seen finalizing his scrolls and spell books.

In the face of the Blood Rats war correspondent’s questioning, Pigeon Bowl, in a kind of “master stance”, confidently waved his fist to the camera and shouted:
“Although we respect Lord Murphy, but since it is a fight we will not show any mercy! It is our Transylvanian tradition to honor Lord Murphy by striking his handsome face with unmerciful force!

What I’m trying to say is that we will win today!”

“Punch that pussy Murphy!”

An unknown player at the back of the screen suddenly shouted out, which directly triggered the emotions in the square.

It wasn’t just the smaller players who were laughing maniacally, the locals were also letting out noisy loud laughter.

Indeed, anyone with eyes couldn’t deny Governor Murphy’s handsomeness, but for the males, how such a handsome counterpart looked a bit feminine and under-masculine.

That was probably the only minor complaint the love-hate natives had so far about their Lord Governor.

In their opinion, their governor should be a muscular man with fists that can stand a man and shoulders that can run a horse, preferably the kind of man who would make his enemies lose their guts when he saw them on the battlefield, such as the old Earl of Cicco, who was once such a ruthless character.

Lord Murphy was good in every way, but it was that face that was so handsome!

Not only is it so handsome that it makes 99% of the male lords feel threatened, but it also seriously lacks strategic deterrence, so it’s highly recommended to wear a mask when going into battle.

But there are two sides to every story.

For example, while the male lords are pouring out their bitterness, Governor Murphy’s position in the hearts of the female lords is simply perfect, and if there were polling statistics in Transylvania, it is estimated that there would be a situation where 100% of the women would vote for Murphy.

Alas, it can’t be helped, being handsome means you can do whatever you want.

The interview session before the opening match appeared one after another veteran player who had already made a name for himself in Transylvania, and the crowd in the plaza would shout out the guys’ nicknames as the screen turned.

For example, after seeing Pomegranate Sister appeared, a large group of young people shouted “Bloody Rose”, making Colonel Fraser look puzzled, but after the stall owner explained he understood, Pomegranate Sister because often participate in the fight so in the minds of the locals has been similar to the “star gladiators! “She has a nickname of her own.

The same reasoning applies to several other players, such as the locals will call Cat “Blood Teeth”, because his sword is as deadly as a vampire’s fangs.

They called Mr. Li “Heavy Cannon”, describing his fists as fierce and terrifying as cannonballs, and when it was Giant Shark Bo’s turn to appear on the stage, that very unique bald vampire look made the whole plaza boil with excitement, and almost everyone who had seen the gladiatorial tournaments knew about this crazy vampire martial arts monk.

Although Giant Shark had a bad reputation among vampire NPCs, his image in the minds of the locals was obviously much better.

“Could you tell the audience what kind of tactics you’re going to adopt against Governor Murphy today?”

The reporter from the Blood Rats gang asked, while Giant Sharkboy, who was already a bit on top of his game, waved his hand fiercely and shouted:

“What tactics and what strategies are all just excuses for weak men! Strong and powerful men just need to keep swinging their fists to gain victory! If I have any tactics, then these fists are my tactics!”

Such an arrogant declaration should have been annoying, but with the unique appearance of the giant shark, it had a special kind of wild comedy, these illogical words made Colonel Fraser frown, but the crowd shouted “Flathead” in unison, pushing the atmosphere of anticipation to a fever pitch.

However, this unique nickname puzzled Major Ron, who could only look to his “external brain” for help, and Fraser was also a bit confused.

Fraser was also a bit confused, mainly because the name “Flathead” was a bit strange, but the stall owner next to the two explained again:

“It’s a honey badger! The Transylvanian wilderness is full of them, and the warriors call that kind of beast that is so fierce that it doesn’t fear any dangers ‘Flathead’, and I have to say that this description is very graphic.

And Mr. Giant Shark is famous in the gladiatorial arena for his deadly ferocity and fearlessness, he has challenged General Maxim seven times and won the last one with great difficulty, although there are some people who ridicule Mr. Giant Shark for his addiction to food, but most people appreciate his bravery and fearlessness.

Plus, his big bald head was similar to a honey badger’s head, so over time, people called him by the name of Flathead.

In fact, I’m a fan of Flathead.”

That busy teenage stall owner revealed a wistful expression as he kneaded the dough and said:

“When I grow up, I’ll also become a man like Brother Flathead who never gives up, uh, of course, I won’t adopt an extreme hairstyle like his . Check it out! Governor Murphy is on camera!
Wow, his battle suit is so cool!

But that chair is so weird.”

Following the stallholder’s directions, Fraser looked up at the giant projection in front of him, and he saw Murphy, dressed in a blue and black trenchcoat and simple, powerful battlesuit, sitting in a rather relaxed, crossed-legged stance in a rather strange hollowed-out, white, four-cornered chair.

There was also an elegantly curved samurai blade resting diagonally at his feet, and that would be the weapon he would be using today.

Fraser blinked in surprise.

He noticed the strands of white hair at Murphy’s temples, a stark contrast to his beautiful, elegant black hair, but not unsightly, but rather adding a touch of extra stability to Murphy’s too-young face, giving it a “story” feel.

“So, His Excellency, Governor Murphy, in the face of a challenge from your warriors, is there anything you would like to say to them?”

The reporter from the Blood Rats had chosen a very good angle to bring out the best in their Governor’s gallant figure, as Murphy propped his chin up with his left hand, those gentle eyes looking into the camera.

He said:

“I expect them to fight a great battle today to please my people, I hope to inspire my people with this battle today, and I hope to proclaim my philosophy with the battle. That is that the Transylvanians will never stop fighting!
Trying to get us to admit defeat?

We can!

Beat us to death first!”

“Ow ow ow ow.”

Murphy’s declaration caused the atmosphere in the square to clamor once again.

The Transylvanian governor had completely eaten up the character of the natives, and like the best bullfighter, he made the Transylvanian bulls cranky in three or two words.

With much anticipation, the hourglass of the challenge finally advanced to the end, and with the sound of a gong from Lady Dorothy herself as the referee, forty elite players jumped in unison into the huge battlefield in the center of the one-story sewers, the perimeter of which was brightly illuminated with gas lamps.

In front of their eyes, Lord Murphy, who was sitting at the top of the room, grabbed the Yama Saber and stood up from the white dining chair called “Pava”, and then fell into the battlefield with a dashing two-step jump in front of everyone’s eyes.

At this moment, several of the challengers’ faces changed greatly!
The old second dancer, Master Yang, even exclaimed:

“Blanch! A big sick War God who can do a two-step jump? How can this be fought!”

“It’s over if you punch!”

The giant shark’s roar gave him an answer as the shouting, powerful bald martial monk screamed and activated Bloodthirsty to pounce on Lord Murphy, who was still juggling in front of him.

It was like blowing a charge, and in the next instant, forty of them surged towards Murphy in unison.

You don’t say, forty crazy people who are not afraid to die and will not die wailing with red eyes to kill over the scene is really a bit scary, Murphy this instant seems to understand his countless “predecessors” mood.

But this moment he is not alone in the fight!
Big screws, small grams and old grams as well as the black dragon siblings of the will to fight with him, hey, this is the destiny of NPCs, in the face of the charge of the players, draw their swords!

Fuck it and it’s over!

(End of chapter)