Chapter 528.Chapter 526 525 Master Qin, want a base or not? The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you.
Chapter 526: 525.Master Qin, want a fag or not? -[Monthly votes plus more 710
At this parting moment, hearing the ash-battered man mouth off made the Parian sisters blush with shame.
In the surrounding circle of old players watching the odd laughter and whistles, with a “small fist smashed your chest” gesture and the gray man completed the final farewell, and in the face of disgruntled Mrs. Pailian’s call to go to the Chamber of Commerce’s carriage.
Bricklayer and Samoyedria smiled and laughed as they stood on either side of the gray man, reaching out and patting their own schoolmates who kept wiping away their tears.
For playing the gray man’s emotional development, their two guys but worry about broken heart, now finally see the fruit of nature is to bring a strange aunt smile.
Murphy and Miriam stayed where they were, watching the caravan slowly depart, they and the players gathered around them stood in the cold wind of the dark night, listening to the children in the caravan singing local songs, seeing them off as they drifted away.
“Hey! You three little fools! Your family’s Chicken Brother hung up and couldn’t come, but he told me to tell you that he’ll definitely go to Chardonnay Harbor to see you!”
Traveling Scholar Xiao Zhou waved his hand and said to the three tiger-headed boys who were lying on the back of the carriage and wailing:
“Go over there and do well in school, don’t disgrace your Chicken Brother!”
“Sister Lumina will visit you guys too, be good.”
Moe Haha, who had come to say goodbye on behalf of the Silver Moon’s Pride group, also gathered her hands to her mouth and shouted, and the few children Lumina had rescued responded loudly in the darkness.
As for the old dirt bike umeboshi brother who had once managed these children during the survivor camp days this time he just waved his hand, middle-aged feelings coming up making him not dare to open his mouth at all for fear that he would burst into tears.
The full-risk semi-trailer was beside him patting the dump truck’s shoulder, while the shoveling brother was holding a flute on the side of the road and playing the melody of “Farewell” in a decent manner.
But it’s better if you don’t blow, once you do a lot of executive players start wiping their eyes.
All this fell into the eyes of Murphy, who was quietly observing them, and the Governor was satisfied with this.
On the way back to the city with Miriam, he looked at the Scarlet Fortress under the night and said to Miriam:
“They . . are already qualified Transylvanians, as I am.”
“Well, I once still didn’t quite understand why you must have your warriors interact so much with the natives, who are clearly from two worlds and are unlikely to cross paths more than once in their lives.”
Miriam ruffled her hair and smiled as well, she said softly:
“Now I understand, you have taught me another lesson, Your Excellency the Governor.”
“Hmph, that’s you being stupid, my consul.”
Murphy said as he leaned against the wagon and looked out the window:
“A group of mercenaries who have no feelings and only talk about profit, and a group of warriors who are willing to lay down their lives for their second home, but anyone with a little bit of brain knows which one to choose.
If you bind them with pure benefits, then in the end there will only be cold benefits between you all, and when you can’t give more rewards, they won’t feel any psychological burden if they give up on you or even draw their swords against each other.
However, feelings
The invisible lock, ah.”
The Vampire Governor smiled, and after several seconds of silence, he said:
“In fact, I didn’t even want the so-called ‘Fourth Plague of Heaven’ from the very beginning, you’re an admin on the forums, you know what the word stands for, if I wanted it, there are too many ways for me to quickly form an ‘Army of Insanity’ in these four months ‘.
They would crush all my enemies for me, even brazenly killing the Dark Mountains, but they would also be a tumor that I would personally unleash on this world.
They will become the new, more terrifying ‘Black Plague’.
If I didn’t see this place as my home, if I didn’t see you guys as friends, then I wasn’t that much of a burden, yet Tris and you guys were like a net that turned me, a guy who could have easily become the ‘Demon King of Destruction’, into the Governor of Transylvania.
I’ve gotten used to the life I have now.
If a bunch of mixed-up evil freaks who treat this place like a playground where they can wreak havoc if they do show up, I’ll be the first one to draw my sword and kick them out.
The recklessness of the otherworlders would turn this place into a hell on earth, so I wouldn’t hesitate to drive those bastards, who only bring disaster and chaos, to extinction, but for now, we can absolutely trust our otherworldly friends who are both good and evil.
Because we know that they will give everything for this land as we protect Transylvania!
This is perhaps the so-called ‘bond’ they keep talking about.
Of the well-traveled shortcut and the long, hard journey, I chose the latter, but I do not regret it, for I realize that the Creator may not have chosen me by a shake of the dice.”
“You’re a good man, Murph, and I knew I could trust you the night you didn’t turn me into your blood servant.”
Miriam said softly:
“There’s no shame in being a good person; instead, it’s the guys who fall into the darkness as they go along who don’t deserve to wield amazing power.”
“Indeed, there is nothing easier in this world than becoming a bad guy, instead following your heart through life becomes the most difficult greatness instead.”
Murphy smiled as he glanced at Miriam and said:
“I’ll be departing for Desolation Mountain soon, and Professor Malcolm has also left, which will put a heavy burden on your shoulders once again, are you ready for that?”
“Hey, I’m the Scarlet Consul that you personally chose! A role model for the women of Transylvania.”
Miriam grunted, twisting open her own thermos to take a sip of tea as she said:
“Don’t underestimate me.”
“Good.”
Murphy said:
“I’m relieved to see you so confident, but there’s one more thing I need to take care of before I leave, and you can come with me.”
“Hmm?”
Miriam looked at Murphy in surprise, the latter did not explain.
Until the carriage stopped at the refurbished entrance of the Scarlet Cloister, the two of them got out of the carriage, Murphy twisted his head to look at the rear construction area that had already been leveled, in a few days, the Midnight Tower, which was planned by Old Chen Tou as the new symbol of Scarlet Castle, would start to be built here.
After the tower was completed, it would stand directly above the Scarlet Cloister and integrate with the space below, becoming the new base camp of the Blood Vulture Clan.
“Follow me.”
Murphy made a gesture, and Miriam followed him all the way down to the lowest part of the Scarlet Vulture Cloister, near the dead man’s hut, where the consul finally saw the “guest” he was going to meet tonight.
A skeleton.
To be precise, a skeleton carrying the soul of the necromancer.
High-level undead like necromancers would choose fresh corpses as carriers for themselves in the resurrection of a destroyed body, which would ensure that they would have some ability to defend themselves after resurrection, but resurrection could also be achieved with decaying dead bones in emergency situations, and anyway, the existence of necromancers was anchored on lifeboxes rather than on their bodies.
However, Murphy so loudly brought the consul to see this just resurrected skeleton, it is enough to prove that this guy “identity special”.
The necromancer Bella and his wife Bernice this time I do not know where to go for a walk, the pants demon Ah Feng got the ghost magic dictionary of magic enhancement can be free to move, so no longer stay in the dead hut but to accompany his mother.
Now the dead hut and the surrounding area is designated as the “undead zone” only a group of silent dead left.
These were the souls revived by the jackals from the swamp, they had no place to go and were so silent that they stayed here after coming to the Scarlet Cloisters, not causing any trouble and at the same time acting as if they didn’t exist at all, possessing a super low sense of existence.
“Let me introduce you to my consul.”
Murphy pulled out a chair and sat in front of the silent withered bones in front of him, he stared at the ghostly blue spirit fire dancing in the other party’s eyes and said to Miriam beside him:
“This guest’s name is Rotem Hugh Baldwin.”
“?!”
The Scarlet Consul’s eyes instantly rounded as she exclaimed:
“So it really belongs to General Baldwin, the commander of the Winter Wolf Legion…”
“Great-grandfather!”
Murphy explained in a tactful tone:
“His Excellency Rotem was the commander-in-chief who commanded the Boris Vanguard into the swamp during the Second Black Calamity, and at that time, the Winter Wolf Legion hadn’t been formally established yet, it was just a combat coalition under the Boris Vanguard.
From that point of view, His Excellency Rotem can be considered the first Winter Wolf General.
After him, that position has never been awarded to a commander outside of the Baldwins.
In addition to the fact that the Baldwins did produce talented men from generation to generation, it was also because of the honorable loyalty of the family to the King, a loyalty so pure that the Baldwins were not liquidated even after Wolf Girl’s father overthrew the usurping Liulik dynasty and restored the Romanov dynasty to the French line.
But I have heard from Mrs. Shani that there are other factors in this that are a little too inconvenient to name…”
The Governor and Consul’s eyes rested on the dry bones in front of them in the next second, and Rotem Hugh Baldwin raised his head as they had hoped he would.
No expression could be seen on the skeleton’s face, but the flexible darting of the eyes represented the necromancer pondering whether or not to answer Murphy’s question.
According to Bella’s private words, even though all the necromancers and knights of the underworld under the Jackal’s mastery couldn’t talk about high positions, after all, they were all slaves of the barbarians, Baldwin’s reputation among the necromancers and knights was very high.
Now that the Jackal had been finished off and the undead could not rest in peace, Lord Baldwin naturally became the leader of this group of necromancers. This was something even Bella recognized.
Bella had received Lord Baldwin’s secret help when she had just been resurrected, otherwise it would have been difficult for her to safely survive more than three years of humiliation under the Jackal’s banner with her terrible gladiator temper.
Murphy brought Miriam over to meet Baldwin tonight, in fact, he wanted to solve the problem of belonging to this group of undead.
The Primordial Winter Wolf General obviously understood this, so it didn’t speak immediately, but only moved its cranium after nearly thirty seconds of silence, and said in the undead’s characteristic raspy and shadowy tone:
“The reason why Her Majesty the Wolf’s father didn’t liquidate my descendants isn’t as complicated as you think, my wife is the sister of the Hero King Boris, and my descendants naturally became part of the Normanov royal family.
Even though it was only a marginal side branch, in the long period of time after my death, my descendants were lucky enough to escape the liquidation of the Liuric dynasty after the change of dynasty, although I don’t really know how they managed to do it, but I guess that without the Baldwin’s family’s secret protection, it would have been impossible for Wolf Woman’s father to finish setting things right after hundreds of years.
It’s just very simple political patronage and exchange and ancient blood relatives helping each other, Governor Murphy, and this very rude little chestnut red haired girl who keeps staring at me.”
“Uh, sorry.”
Miriam instantly apologized as she explained:
“I know it’s rude to look at you like that, but I’m just curious how you can still produce such a clear voice when you don’t even have vocal cords.”
“I’m a necromancer, and I use the power of death.”
Rotem let out an odd laugh and said:
“And before I died in battle in the swamp, I was Hero King Boris’ most valued psychic.
Of course, the psionic spells of our time were still crude and rudimentary, nothing like the subtle spells of your current age, but the little technique of psionic manipulation I retained after I was resurrected allowed me to mimic my voice without difficulty.”
“You are the Hero King’s brother-in-law, and Lady Shani is the Hero King’s youngest daughter, so the current Grand Duke of Thorns still has to call you ‘aunt’?”
Murphy, on the other hand, was curious about Rotem’s seniority, and he said with an odd look in his eyes:
“You wouldn’t have even hugged Shani when she was little, right?”
“That’s not true.”
The Primordial Winter Wolf General made a very human shrug as he said:
“I’ve always had a poor relationship with little Shani, she was a very opinionated child growing up, and she didn’t really interact with me as an aunt until I was killed in battle, probably because she wanted to learn psychic powers when she was a child and I refused to teach her.
But you have to understand that in my time, learning psychic abilities was still a very dangerous thing to do.
That’s enough pleasantries for both sides.
Viceroy and His Excellency the Consul, just tell me what you want to talk to me about, and pardon the impatience of an undead, but my years of being inexplicably resurrected and serving the Jackals have filled me with distaste for this present age.
I want to rest in peace.
If you can, don’t tell the others that I have lingered on this earth, it will only add to their troubles.”
“But you should also know that you are in a special position, especially after what His Excellency Bella has already told you about the current situation in Transylvania, and you should know that we won’t miss the diplomatic value you could bring to the table so easily.”
Murphy spread his hands and said without any concealment and very directly:
“Your great-grandson is now commanding an elite force of the Winter Wolf Legion stationed at Fortress Crimson, and in the event that the two countries are at war, they could easily attack my territory from the south without me being able to do much to effectively react to it.
Not to mention the fact that you hold a high reputation amongst your pathetic group of reanimators, and I will need your assistance if I am to command them.”
“But you promised before that you didn’t need us to serve you!”
General Primordial Winterwolf whispered:
“So this proves that you are nothing more than a two-faced scumbag, and besides, if my great-grandson wasn’t picked up from the outside, and if he really is the heir to the Baldwin family, then even if I were to appear in front of him in person, it would be impossible for me to interfere with any of his strategic decisions.
Your holding me hostage will only cause my great-grandson to bring more personal vendettas to his decisions.
With all due respect, this is not a good thing.”
“But I’m not holding you hostage either.”
Murphy countered:
“If I had intended to do that, your skull would have been delivered to General Baldwin’s table by now, Lord Rotem, and my desire for your assistance is not to start a war, much less to counter your great-grandson.
I simply want to take some of the unnecessary worry out of my hands while the Black Plague is taking place, and I want to focus on the Jackals without having to worry about an ‘ally’ stabbing me in the back!
And what disturbs me the most is the Nord’s bone-deep aggression and near-endless thirst for land; I’m certain that once Transylvania reveals its decadence, and once we’ve lost too much to the Black Calamity, a shameless sneak attack such as the raid on the plains of Kavhokar will await us.
To put it bluntly, I would like you to be Transylvania’s emissary, to go forth to your great-grandson for a man-to-man talk, and to relay my thoughts to him as my messenger.
I am not afraid to fight the Winter Wolf Legion, but if the time comes during the Black Plague, I hope that General Baldwin will see the primary and secondary conflicts.”
“That is not for him to decide!”
Rotem said in an aggravated voice as well:
“Soldiers are not the planners of war, we’re just the enforcers, just an extension of politics and a double fist of gaming, it’s the Wolf Girl you should really be going after.”
“You think I haven’t been looking?”
Murphy sneered back to:
“I have Wolf Girl’s brother right here, and he has promised me that Her Majesty Wolf Girl has no plans to continue ‘breaking new ground’ in the near future.
However, you and I both know that those overpowered military nobles of the Nordtorf Kingdom have been a big trouble since the time of the Heroic King, and the several kings of the Kingdom of Rurik who stole the country to take the throne didn’t dare to make a move against the military in order to stabilize the monarch’s power, resulting in this tumor getting bigger and bigger.
The wolf girl is too young, she is not the stable throne of King Louis, even if she used all her skills, she could not completely control those arrogant marshals and generals under her command, this is the main reason why her military reform has not seen any improvement.
And that’s what worries me the most.
All it takes is a solo walk in the name of ‘victory’, just a few generals in tandem, and war will break out again.
They won’t be blamed by the populace for attacking Transylvania as long as they are victorious, and once they get a taste of more sweetness, the Wolf Woman’s suppression will be a dead letter.
Lady Shani submitted a report to me.
She implicitly reminded me that I must be aware of the risks in this area, certain old undead among the Nords who hold military power have been unhappy that in the Ten Years’ War, the Nodtov only got the Kavhokar region.
They are a bunch of greedy fools and wild dogs!
I’m sure General Baldwin, who is absolutely loyal to Wolf Girl, isn’t among them, but I’ll have to get written assurances from him.
You are the perfect candidate for emissary.
You died in the Black Plague, you are a hero of the olden days, and you understand better than anyone else the trouble we have to face, and if Fort Crimson is out of work when the Black Plague arrives, it will cause the war in Transylvania to turn into a lousy battle that will involve everyone.”
“All right.”
Seeing that Murphy spoke so sincerely, the first generation Winter Wolf General nodded his head without much hesitation and said:
“I’m willing to become your messenger, but I need a more decent ‘carrier’, my remains are already damaged and I don’t want to scare my great-grandchildren.”
“Hmm.”
Murphy nodded, then said:
“So about the undead under your command, it’s true that I don’t need you to serve me in my wars, but there is one thing you can do to help, there are Necromantic power users amongst my warriors who are eager to learn more of the arcana of death and to have more powerful Necromantic companions.
Skeletons no longer satisfy them.
I hope that when my warriors are recruiting necromancers and Underworld Knights, you will not intervene.”
“They trust me.”
Baldwin the necromancer said dumbly:
“There’s no way I’m going to sell you my brothers and sisters who have been through the ordeal together! Don’t even think about it.”
“No, no, no, my warriors will convince them, there will be absolutely no coercion, and the contract with the High Necromancer will be based on mutual respect.”
Murphy stood up, took out an arithmetic pearl, and said to Baldwin the necromancer:
“Next will be my consul to introduce you to the special features in the Transylvanian Warrior community, regarding the ‘prestige’ system. As long as you do not ask them to passively resist, I believe that my warriors will definitely show sincerity that will shock you in order to acquire necromancer and Underworld Knight partners.”
“Hehe, I know exactly how stubborn the undead are, and I can’t help but want to see the scene of those ‘otherworldly devils’ of yours bumping their heads and bleeding in our place already.”
The necromancer let out a chuckle, then it asked:
“But since you intend to make your otherworldly devils our partners, I have a small ‘request’ as well.”
“You say.”
“That warrior who defeated me the other day with a dozen recruits, I see traces of war in him, he is very different from the other warriors under your command, I need to talk to him!”
“Uh well I can appoint him and his crew to escort you to the Crimson Fortress if you need it, and you can try to become friends along the way.”
“Very well then, I’ll take the trouble to make the arrangements.”
(End of chapter)