530.Chapter 528 527 Old Qin’s Otherworldly Friends [Monthly Votes Plus 9

Chapter 528 527.Old Qin’s Otherworldly Friend-[Monthly Votes Plus More 910

Old Qin wasn’t making friends with the necromancer.

He was also confused in his heart when he was summoned by the necromancer Baldwin, could it be that this guy was beaten up by himself so his heart was not happy that he intended to have a private 1V1 Solo so that he could get back his face?
Facts have proved that death has taken away the necromancer’s heart belongs to the commander and the warrior’s blood, it is looking for the old Qin over just simply want to know the group of “otherworldly demons” situation.

Although Lao Qin repeatedly explained to him that they were not really destroyers from the other world, but perhaps from his own “personal experience”, the necromancer did not dispute this explanation, it has been asking Lao Qin about the “other world”.

Knowing the inside story, the veteran was worried about whether he would anger the “observers” with his casual remarks, but the fact proved that the observers did not seem to care about this kind of communication between peers of the two worlds.

In the conversation with the necromancer Lao Qin revealed some basic information, but the player interface did not have any punishment, which allowed Lao Qin, a not quite common sense “intelligence workers” tasted a little unique meaning.

On the wind vulture flying to Crimsonwood Fortress, Lao Qin began to talk more boldly with the necromancer about the difference between the two worlds, and at the same time set up the necromancer’s words, wanting to know whether there is any kind of power or force in this world that can freely travel between the two worlds.

To this, the necromancer replied in the affirmative.

“Although I have been resurrected after being dead for hundreds of years having been completely out of touch with this era, I can tell you with certainty, Old Qin, that the kind of power you describe that can move freely between the two worlds does not exist.

You are not a psychic, and your understanding of dimensions and realms is not even as good as that of an ordinary person on our side, and you are unable to comprehend how tedious the preparations needed to achieve the kind of situation you describe are.

I can tell you with certainty that a power like that does not exist in this world, and if a certain power does have similar means, then they can completely rule the world.

But just take a look at this chaotic world, does it look like this place is capable of giving birth to great powers that come and go from the realms?”

Facing the necromancer’s answer, Old Qin nodded without asking any more questions.

In his mind, he pondered over those things again and thought of that report submitted by Moe Haha earlier, where that physicist had put forward a speculation without evidence.

She thought that whether it was their side or Transylvania’s side, they were all “experiments” that had been forcibly connected together by some unfathomable means or technology by the third party existence that called itself the “Observer”.

Just like the situation of these foreigners, the natives of Transylvania will not have a better understanding of the “Observers”, in this foreign world where order is lacking, it is a luxury for the people here to live with dignity, not to mention having more energy to explore the unknown.

Now the necromancer Baldwin also gave the same conclusion.

This made Old Qin have to seriously think about the meaning conveyed by that report from Moe Haha.

If we can’t start with the locals, then if we want to explore the truth of this mysterious “Type 3 Contact”, we can only follow the plot that the Observers have set up for these foreign players to slowly advance.

They must be accomplishing this with a certain purpose, it’s not as if those magical “observers” want to see the process of contact between the two worlds, right?

Two planetary social experiments?

That’s a bit of a shocker.

Baldwin knew that his new friend was harboring secrets in his heart when he saw Old Qin’s furrowed brow and thoughtful expression, but it didn’t ask more questions and instead looked up at the Crimson Fortress in front of him.

In the evening night the fortress located in the middle of the mountain pass was like a silent giant, deadlocking the mountain pass leading to the Kavhoka Plain.

This was once the territory of the Bosia Confederacy, but now it had become the border of the Kingdom of Nordtorf.

In Baldwin’s time, this fortress had not yet existed, but he understood its significance, and the thought that it was being guarded by the Winter Wolves and his own heirs gave the necromancer a sense of “peace of mind”.

In his opinion, the Winter Wolves could be trusted to guard this place.

As long as the warriors of the Winter Wolves followed the rules it had set for the legion back then, their combat effectiveness would never be low.

“We’re almost there.”

A few minutes later, Old Qin withdrew from his thoughts as he glanced ahead at the flight platform at the top of the fortress and said to Baldwin:
“Your great-grandson is waiting for you there, tsk tsk, Old Luo, you’re not ashamed to be a big shot, you have this kind of platitude even after being resurrected from the dead.”

“If you were taunting me, then congratulations, you did it.”

The necromancer said in a mute voice:
“Don’t talk about it anymore, that wasn’t a lucky resurrection.”

It pulled the reins of the horse in its hand, and let its seat descend downward as those Yankee soldiers below watched in stern anticipation.

As a necromancer it was resisted by life’s aversion, and a nature spirit like a wind vulture wouldn’t even carry him, but undead creatures had their own means, and it was riding a black skeletal warhorse at the moment, a thing that had been modified by Bella using cadaveric constructs.

It has two black batwings and has been enchanted with a psionic spell that allows it to soar through the air like the legendary Pegasus.

As a “sample”, Bella also gave this unique necromantic artifact additional embellishments, making its light armor look full of the flavor of the night, along the way attracted frequent side-eye from the surrounding “escort” of the small players.

“I heard that the reward mount for the first phase of the Hall of Fame, the ‘Skeleton Night Ranger’, is this kind of thing.”

Dog Egg, sitting on the Wind Wyvern, whispered to a few other student parties:
“Che Che and the others will be able to get it in a few more days, holy shit, this thing is so cool! The best part is that it’s still a limited edition, there’s simply no other way to obtain it at the moment.”

“These Skeleton Pegasus were all made by Tutor Bella.”

Stripped Pants Demon explained from the side:
“I’ve even played with it, this thing belongs to the Advanced Undead Constructs, theoretically speaking, after you two coffin carriers go up in occupation level, you can make this kind of mount yourselves as long as you get the drawings.

However, the materials it requires are very complicated, so if there’s no Scarlet Fortress to provide them, you’ll have to collect them yourselves.”

“Do you know the materials needed?”

Water Demon Basha’s eyes went round as he said to the pantsless demon:
“Didn’t you fight for Lord Bella? You must know the materials right? Come on, come on, good brother, share with the brothers what materials are needed, let’s start saving from now on, when the time comes to get the drawings we won’t need to wait.”

“Uh, there’s really nothing I can’t say.”

Feng, who was always good with people, recalled for a moment and then said:
“First is the skeleton of a complete skeletal warhorse, it’s best if there’s a revived consciousness in it, if not, you’ll also have to find a way to get the soul of a stallion that hasn’t dissipated yet.

Secondly, you need large bat wings that have been tempered with a secret method, this kind of light and tough bat wings are not easy to find, but I heard that this kind of bat exists in the Flying Feather Valley of the Ancestor Woodlands, it’s just not easy to catch and a bit dangerous.

These two things are the most important, then you need to practice ‘Undead Tectonics’ to a minimum of proficiency, there are crafting diagrams at Mentor Bella’s place, so as long as you pass the craft, you can make it step by step.

The final step is Undead Evocation.

It’s important to get the steed to harness its new form without ensuring that the steed’s soul is not harmed.

But I can help with this step.
I have the skill of soothing souls in my main profession ‘Ghost Walker’, so just call out to me when you’re ready.

But the crafting charts are not that easy to exchange, I reckon you’ll have to brush up Mentor Bella’s personal reputation to worship at least, but it’s not that difficult, Mentor Bella’s reputation is bound to Lady Berenice, and Lady Berenice likes elven style knickknacks.

The reputation of both of them is in turn associated to Mrs. Adele, whom both of them regard as their daughter.

Also I heard from my mentor that it has a biological daughter in the Valley of Shadows in the Dark Mountain Range, so I think that if we can complete this quest chain, there’s no chance that we’ll be able to brush up our reputation.”

“Shit! Man you’re so awesome, it’s almost as if you’re like a Raider God, you know these things like the back of your hand.”

Dogman exclaimed in admiration:
“Luckily I met you, otherwise we can only pounce on this kind of thing and lick it hard when we come across it, it’s not efficient at all.”

“I heard that the Phantom Intelligence Bureau under Lady Adele is recruiting.”

Water Demon Bazaar flipped through her player panel records, then turned her head and said to the others:

“Yes, that’s right, I’ve received an invitation from them before, it’s rumored that the Phantom Intelligence Bureau is going to form a special operation team to follow Madame Adele through the swamp, and I reckon that their destination is most likely that Phantom Valley!
You see, Master Bella and Lady Berenice and Lady Adele are all from there, so it must be an important subplot!
If we go through this quest chain and can brush up all three of their reputations in one go, we might be able to trigger some other quests as well, and I think that this Valley of Shadows might just be our forward base in the next stage.

It’s pretty much the same as Wolf Castle is in the Filthy Swamp.

So, brothers, after getting this escort quest, let’s all take our chances over at the Spectral Shadow Intelligence Bureau, anyway, now that the swamp mainline is done, staying here will only be a way to brush up on the daily routine.”

“Yeah, we’re fine with that.”

Three pounds of Groundnut Roast agreed on behalf of the five people in their dormitory.

Feng hesitated for a moment, those disciples he had taught had now all started their internships in the field hospital near the Smuggler’s Woodland, the peak of the war’s wounded being brought in had passed, and now it was all about helping those injured recover and follow-up treatment.

Right now the field hospital was still operating according to the locals’ style of treatment, with or without him.

After all, modern medicine was built on a sound basic science, and with the lack of medicine and even basic supplies, there was very little he, a medical doctor, could do to promote it. Taking this opportunity to go out for a spin is not a bad thing, I think mom’s side should not be blocked.

Thus, Feng, who was regarded as a “mysterious master” like a “sweeping monk” by the others, agreed to join in under the invitation of the crowd.

While they were discussing the next course of action, the necromancer Baldwin, who had been escorted by them, had already jumped off his skeleton Pegasus, and under the watchful eyes of a group of well-equipped Winter Wolves warriors, this first-generation General of the Winter Wolves walked forward for a few steps, and saw the current General of the Winter Wolves, who frowned tightly in front of his eyes.

He knew that this person in front of him was his own great-grandson, and judging from the latter’s face and body shape as well as his demeanor, this middle-aged man named “Bashir Xiu Baldwin” should indeed be his bloodline as well.

However, no matter whether it was the old necromancer or the winter wolf general, at this moment in the eye to eye look at each other as if they were looking at a stranger with a hidden agenda.

The emotions taken away by death cannot be awakened by a mere bloodline connection, and the tolerance left for the dead in the world of the living is always limited, not to mention that the body used by the old Baldwin is not its original remains.

With the faces all so far removed, the only remaining connection that differed from that of the stranger before these two was a family name.

Between them is a sea of nearly 400 years.

No one spoke at this point, everyone was looking at these two, and after an oppressive silence, the old necromancer took the initiative and spoke:

“Will the gardenias in Demetri County still open every year?”

It sounded like a simple inquiry, but General Winterwolf’s eyes instantly tightened.

It was a cryptic remark.

A coded phrase known only to the head of the Baldwin family.

It represented the most important location of the Baldwin family, the secret vault where the remains of the ancestors and the inheritance were stored. Unless there was someone else who had blended into the position of the head of the family, this cryptic phrase alone was enough to prove the identity of the undead on the opposite side.

“‘Wolf Blood’ has been lost.”

General Winterwolf whispered:
“It was you who lost it!
It was lost forever in time with your disappearance in the swamp, and the Hidden Sword Terrace stands empty, representing the regret and shame of the family; my grandfather, my father, all fell in search of it.

They were buried on the battlefield against the Jackals as you were.”

“Perhaps it was captured by the Jackals and brought back to the Dark Mountains, well, I admit, that is the shame I brought to the family and disgraced the Baldwin name for it.”

Old Baldwin said dumbly:
“I will do my best to retrieve it and place it in your hands, Baldwin who cannot hold wolf’s blood does not receive the blessing of the God of the North Wind, it is after all a treasure given to us by Sue.”

“Then go and retrieve it.”

General Winterwolf said succinctly:

“When you bring it back, I will recognize you.”

“I don’t need you to recognize it, Bashir.”

Old Baldwin shook his head:
“Nor am I here for the return of the family.

I am dead, and all I desire now is rest. I come today on behalf of the Governor of Transylvania to convey to you a private concern of his, and if you are not going to invite me into your office, then we will speak here.

The Vampire Governor does not wish to encounter a back-stabbing from the Kingdom of Nordstorf before the end of the Black Plague, and he wishes to have your written assurance.”

“No warrior of the Winter Wolf Legion will set foot on Transylvanian soil until Her Majesty, the Wolf Woman, gives me orders.”

General Winterwolf said without hesitation:

“I will not choose to follow the path of betrayal, is that answer satisfactory to you and your new master?”

“It was never Wolf Girl’s orders he was worried about.”

The necromancer glanced at his great-grandson as it said:
“As a member of that pack you should know where Murphy’s concerns stem from, if you choose to be loyal then remain loyal, don’t be seduced by the words of others, and don’t make poor judgments.

The current Nordoff is much stronger than I remember, yet it still hasn’t been able to rid itself of the pitfalls of the past or even allowed those pitfalls to become a cancer.

In my time, ruling the country by the rough ways of soldiers was a hopeless endeavor.

But I failed to realize that almost 400 years later, similar ideas still prevail in present-day Nordtorf, which may be a curse of recklessness buried in our blood.

Basil, a soldier is a soldier, don’t try to go after powers that are beyond our control.

This is my final reminder to you.”

With that said, the old necromancer bade his great-grandson farewell with the courtesy of an ancient Nord, and without hesitation turned to board his skeletal Pegasus, and in the moment of re-taking off it looked to General Winterwolf and whispered:
“Send gardenias to Julia’s tombstone for me, it was her favorite gift.”

After saying that, the necromancer took off and left on the Pegasus.

Old Qin glanced at the gloomy-faced General Winter Wolf, who left the place with the student party without saying anything more.

This is not quite the same as the “diplomatic scene” that Old Qin imagined, he could feel that the old necromancer seemed to pass some information to his own offspring, but he could not understand the secret language of the locals.

Forget it.

Let Governor Murphy have a headache.

On the flight platform of the Crimson Fortress, General Baldwin of the Winter Wolves watched those Transians disappear into the evening sky, and his aide-de-camp, Colonel Duke, stepped forward and whispered:

“General, is that undead really your ancestor?”

“Yes, it knows information that can’t be made false, but my ancestor is dead, so this is just a sad remnant of its time, and not something to be concerned about too much.”

General Baldwin whispered:

“What I’m more curious about is where Governor Murphy got the information that the military heads in the country were conspiring in private? And how is he sure those guys sent someone here to persuade us to join them in doing ‘great things’?
It seems that the Thorn Clan and the Blood Vulture Clan are more closely connected than we thought, and that Mrs. Shani has done some exchanging of information that is detrimental to the country’s interests.

Alas, the wolf girl trusted her ancestor too much.

It’s a hidden danger.”

The Adjutant Colonel did not respond.

Knowing that he was in no position to discuss His Majesty’s business in front of the General, after all, it wasn’t as if he was a “royal relative” like General Baldwin, the Colonel asked after the General had finished:

“So, in the face of ‘warm invitations’ from several old generals, our choice is…”

“Decline! Even without today’s reminder from my ancestors, I would never get involved.”

General Winterwolf said firmly:

“Not to mention how stupid it is to backstab an ally in the middle of the Black Plague, to push forward with something like this when the Transylvanians are already aware of it is a risk in itself. My ancestors were right, those old generals are trying to do what soldiers are not good at and should not do, but I know they are not that bold.

They must have bigger backers behind them.

Alas, why can’t Marshal Hilario understand that the time for him is over.

Her Majesty, the Wolf Woman, had clearly given him the opportunity to step down with dignity, but he was like a shadow of the past who was unwilling to give in to old age, still stumbling around trying to return to the days of glory without paying any attention to what the country needed most right now.

Unable to retire, and unable to let go of the power in his hands, he allows anxiety to break him down from the inside out, turning him into a puppet that can be manipulated by gossip.

It’s not that he can’t understand, he just doesn’t care.

After all, if you don’t think about it, the future will naturally be much simpler.

My old boss, alas, what a disgrace to my generation of soldiers!”

(End of chapter)