552.Chapter 550 549 Fuck! Rat rats! All rat-rat! Ahh I want

Chapter 550: 549. fuck! Rats! It’s all rats and mice! Ahh I’m going to die!

Rats, strange creatures that basically make an appearance in most fantasy stories.

Generally described as having the ability to walk upright but with the appearance of a rat scaled up, they tend to live in dark corners, spying on the sunlit world with malevolent eyes, and possessing voracious bellies and gluttonous appetites.

They are usually portrayed as villains, but unfortunately, in this land of psychic energy, the rats seem to have inherited their “good tradition”.

Murphy didn’t know whether this rat-like humanoid creature in front of him was a “specialty” of the Dark Mountain Range, but he knew that it was basically impossible for him to get a definite answer from other people, because there were too many different kinds of creatures in the Dark Mountain Range!

Even the Blood Alliance Knights, who were constantly patrolling around the area, could hardly say that they had all the information about the creatures in the Dark Mountain Range.

This mysterious region was filled with all sorts of strange terrains and had been closed for the past thousand years, coupled with the existence of tainted psychic energy, it was understandable that whatever creatures appeared in the region would appear in such circumstances.

However, a mess of other races was one thing, a ratman was another concept.

“They come out from all directions, moving only at night seemingly fearing the sunlight, but as the fog of war continued to spread making it difficult for outside light to come in, the rats began to strut around and attack us down the tunnels at dusk as well.”

Captain Bloody Pablo walked up beside Murphy with a half bottle of wine, the wild vampire middle-aged man commenting in a tone of extreme disgust:
“I used to think that the wave fishermen of the great seas were the nastiest things in the world, but it turns out that you land people don’t have it easy, and if this is the kind of stuff you’ve been fending off all these years, then even I, a pirate, will pray for your poor souls.

Those bastards.
They eat everything!
Several of my crew were dragged underground and chewed alive by them for days . What a nightmare encounter.”

“So they died?”

Murphy asked.

Captain Blood shrugged, took a sip of his drink, and said in a ghost story telling tone:
“Not dead, we dragged them back, but that’s the worst part of the story.

They survived but they went crazy, I’m pretty sure they were scared crazy, can you imagine? The most vicious vampire villains on the Misty Sea, assholes who kill and pillage as a matter of routine, would actually be scared mad by a bunch of rats walking upright.

But think about it, if it was you two who were dragged into an underground gutter and subjected to the bites of millions of rats every day, it would be a blessing to die in that situation instead, but who made us vampires?

Mere bites won’t kill us.

Unfortunately that doesn’t mean anything good either, I saw one of the rescued guys skin himself alive last night”

“Can you refrain from describing such uncomfortable details?”

Earl Whitehill retorted with a tight frown:
“Let’s get down to business and talk about these rat people!

I can tell you unequivocally that there is no information about them in the records of the Thorn Clan, or at least the nightwalkers we have stationed in the Dark Mountains have never encountered such creatures, or else there wouldn’t be no records in the Clan.”

“Lo and behold, there’s a little cutie who’s frightened by a ghost story.”

Pablo laughed and sneered:
“You mustn’t tell the other old sea dogs that you’re afraid of this, or those bastards will be sure to throw rats on your bed at night while you’re sleeping, and a thin-skinned fellow like you will be bullied hard on board.

Okay, okay, down to business.

About those rats!

I’m pretty sure they were seduced by those Twilight Cultists, because I remember clearly that these guys didn’t show up during the first day’s attack and defense, but after the Fog of War had been unleashed to a certain extent, they took advantage of the night to unleash a wave of attacks on us.

They showed up less than a day after the damn mummy thief ran away screaming.

I now strongly suspect that the mummy chick from the Land of Origins was a seer or something, she ran off screaming ‘disaster is coming’ and my people were all resting at the time there was no time to stop her.

It’s a shame that the chick had a brain fart that caused her to go crazy, otherwise I’d have been tempted to keep her as my navigator.

It’s not easy to meet a true seer these days.”

Murphy was silent and didn’t say anything.

He had been thinking about these strange “rats” in front of him, and he was certain that Tris, who had traveled the world, had never told him about these things, which meant that it was very likely that Tris had never seen these things either.

An unfamiliar species had appeared in the Dark Mountain Range? And just when the Black Plague was about to fully erupt, was there any connection between the two?
Hiss, this simply made one think thinly.

“But you have a Golden One!”

Earl Whitehill looked behind him at First Mate Claire, who had already changed her clothes and was wearing one long and one short pirate sword on her belt, and he said to Captain Pablo, who was drinking his wine:

“If First Mate Claire is willing to join the battle, she alone can clear all of this valley and definitely not get hurt, why are your losses still so high?”

“Because it wasn’t a Golden One, Andre.”

Murphy shook his head as he played with the arithmetic pearl:

“It’s been two hundred years since the Blood Fear Clan left the continent, and we new generation vampires understand very little about them, and the information about them was sifted through back when the Venerable Lord Paying destroyed the Blood Fear Clan.

It’s normal that you don’t understand the Blood Fear, before I left, Tris specifically explained the Blood Fear’s fighting style to me.

Our magical compatriots can draw on the power of their enemies in battle, they themselves call it ‘pillaging’, and generally speaking this drawn power will quickly disappear at the end of the battle, leaving behind only a little bit of physical realization about power.

But Tris also says that some very marvelous ‘power stealers’ are born among the Bloodfear Clan.

They can keep the looted power for a long time, and if a Blood Fear is lucky enough to meet a generous and powerful person, she can indeed gain golden power for a short time.

But that’s just an illusion of power.

Ms. Claire was clearly this rare ‘power stealer’, her golden power was real at this time, but she could only use it for one short full-force battle, and then she would return to her previous rank.

I’m guessing that Ms. Claire’s power comes from the Blood Alliance Knights? Is it the ‘amulet’ that Venerable Lord Paying handed over to you?”

“That’s clever, pretty little brother, worthy of being the heir of the Scarlet Witch.”

Without denying it, First Mate Claire put on a valiant pirate eyepatch to cover her left eye and said:

“Lady Tris must trust you a lot, otherwise it can’t be explained that you can survive beside her for so long, the Tris I remember is the most evil fellow ever born in the history of vampires, even my former matriarch, Lord Charlemagne, had to let her down a little.

It is a testament to his goodwill that the Honorable Lord Paying allowed me to keep his power.

I’m more than willing to protect my crew, but the problem is that right now the one behind it hasn’t shown up yet, and I can’t just casually use it up.

I’m the Captain’s bottom line.

I’m counting on that power to protect my beloved Captain.”

“If you want to escape with your captain, then use it tonight!”

Murphy narrowed his eyes and fished out his pocket watch to check the time.

He said:

“Counting the Palanor Knights who have stayed for the time being, there are now three Golden Ones in Transylvania, and I will convince them to allow you to steal some of their power for defense, but for now I need you to use the goodwill of the Venerable Lord Paying, and if the Ratmen have already appeared on a large scale then we can’t afford to stay here for too long.

I’ve dealt with Dusk quite a bit, and I think you should defer to my judgment in this matter.”

“But I don’t know if your army is powerful enough yet.”

Captain Bloody drained the wine in his hand in one gulp as he huffed and puffed:

“We only have one chance to rush out, Lord Murphy.

I have faith in my subordinates, but if you pull the crotch, I, the Archduke of Blood Fear, will be buried in this poor countryside, and all the captains on the Sea of Mists will laugh at me as a pathetic dryad for it.

Well, you may not be able to comprehend what this death represents for a pirate.” “I have faith in my warriors as well, but it depends on how much you are willing to pay for this rescue.”

Murphy spoke back.

Captain Bloody raised an eyebrow and snapped his black captain’s hat over his head as he said with a hint of provocation:

“What? White boy want to take advantage of the situation too?”

“No, I mean, even though this is the first time we’ve met, I’ve had enough of your unruly behavior to set a rule.”

Murphy stared at Pablo, held up a finger, and said:
“We get you and your people out of here, but you and this marine of yours must obey my command for the rest of the Black Plague! You’ve already sent you all to the Jedi by acting selfishly and trying to avoid responsibility before, and I don’t want that to happen again in the middle of the Black Plague.

You and your First Mate may not care about things like Blood Fear Dignity, Redemption, or anything else, and have agreed to this purely out of fear of His Holiness, Lord Paying, then I don’t have to ideally and hopefully persuade you.

Use the way you pirates like to reach this mutually beneficial cooperation, you like to gamble, right? It just so happens that we have the best casino on the continent in Transylvania, so consider this a bet.

If I make it, you’ll be honest with me until the war is over, and I guarantee you’ll make a killing.

If I can’t do it, then you can also take advantage of the chaos and rush out to do whatever you want, wherever you want.

Are you going to follow?”

“Cool! An awesome guy with an aura that doesn’t match his age, reminds me of me over a hundred years ago.”

Pablo whistled as he moved his neck and said in a deep voice:
“Good! A bet is a bet! Claire will use that power to help us win the battle tonight as you requested, but if you can’t do the pickup and still have to put in more effort from our side, then you, ‘His Excellency the Governor’, don’t take my word for it and issue directives in front of me during the Black Plague afterward.

We are pirates, and so are we when we go ashore!
Rebelling against authority is a tradition we have…
Transylvania is a well known shithole but I’m sure I can squeeze a bit of oil out of it there as well, and just so you know, the old dogs under my command aren’t like your soldiers, they don’t bother to work unless they’re paid well enough to do so, and they have to drop a good jackpot to do so even when they need to fight for their lives.”

“Come on then.”

Murphy held out his hand towards Pablo, the bloody captain with a marvelous set of figure eights and a very manly beard revealed a vicious smile, the teeth bared at the corners of that mouth, the red light in his eyes blazing like a hungry beast.

His hand and Murphy’s hand were clasped together, symbolizing the establishment of a small bet.

And behind him, the flirtatious and charming First Mate Claire took out a long silver-colored peculiar shotgun and handed it to her captain with both hands, and she flirtatiously glanced at Murphy and whispered:
“It’s a rarity how many years it’s been since anyone’s dared to gamble their luck with a Pablo! You probably don’t know my Pablo’s other nickname on the Misty Sea.”

“Ha, don’t scare these two little brothers, my dear.”

Captain Bloody shrugged, stroking the muzzle of the long-barreled silver rotary shotgun that drove behind him as he glanced meaningfully at Murphy and Andre:

“While it’s true that many say I’m the luckiest man on the Misty Sea, I’m guessing that tonight’s gamble doesn’t rely entirely on luck; I mean, maybe the Transylvanians and their young governor-general could give us a real run for our money?”

Murphy and Andrei did not respond to this provocation.

Earl Whitehill glanced at the ground, his gray claws quietly sheathed in his hands, and he said to Murphy:

“They’re coming!”
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“The cultists have a thin line of defense, just a high wall standing there, and counting the men on the sentry tower there can’t be more than fifty.”

In the fog of war on the outskirts of the valley, Old Qu, who was on scouting duty, catapulted back to where the group had temporarily stopped with his own shotgun on his back, and he reported back to the scouting officer, Master Qin:

“I can’t understand, Mummy Mother said that there are more than 2,000 people in this valley, all of them are the elite of the Blood Fear Clan, so why would they be trapped by such a small number of people? Could they be groping for fish? Or are they engaging in some weird performance art?

The development team wouldn’t do such a lousy job with the plot, would they?”

“It can’t be ruled out that those Blood Fear Vampires are passively avoiding the battle, but if they really are elites, then that proves that the enemies they’ve encountered definitely aren’t just the ones in front of us.”

Old Qin frowned and said:
“Perhaps it’s some sort of concealment spirit energy spell that’s blocking us from scouting deeper into the valley’s enemies, there’s strange magic here that’s confusing a lot of things that could have been certain. The scene at hand does seem a bit odd .
Hmm?”

This veteran was about to give his orders when he suddenly seemed to sense something strange, and he immediately removed the leather-armored gloves on his hands to place them against the ground.

A few seconds later, Master Qin said in a deep voice:

“Something’s not right, something is moving underground! There are a lot of them, and there are hollows in the ground!”

“Huh?”

The scout, Smoke Sang, who came along with him, pressed a unique spiritual energy vibration into the ground without saying a word, and the thing seeped into the earth like an echoing vibration for the scout to send back the situation of the underground cavity.

This was an advanced scouting technique he had learned from Heru, and he could see what was hidden without the need for eyes.

But in the next second, Smoke Sang’s cheeks became alarmed, and he didn’t care about the code of concealment as he jumped up and shouted to:

“Run! This ground is going to collapse, something is digging underneath!”

“Bang.”

A loud bang rang out from behind the crowd, like the tremor of a building collapsing, and Master Qin rose haughtily to rush beyond the mists.

The scouts didn’t fall into the trap, but the troops in the rear encountered an “underground raid”.

When Lao Qu rushed out of the fog of war, he saw two huge soccer field-sized hollow cracks appeared in the original position of the stick brother position, more than a hundred players have fallen down, fortunately this time is the vampire main line, will fly brothers are trying their best to pull those guys out of the collapsed underground.

Che Che and Pigeon Po from the student party were still using psychic spells to try and stabilize the still expanding rift, but that act immediately brought the first wave of blows to both of them.

“Poof.”

A dozen or so rocks slammed out from under the chaotic void, hitting the hovering Che Che in the air, not breaking the shield but causing problems with his flight trajectory, screaming and slanting into the crater below.

Che Che grimaced as he grabbed his staff and rose from his fall, only to be greeted by the sight of densely-packed green points of light suspended in the pit in front of him, as well as the mind-numbing sounds of running and clawing.

There were also the screams from the other players who had fallen into the pit and the Blood Alliance knights who had come to their aid.

Something was biting them!
“F*ck! What the hell! Get out of the way!”

Che Che’s staff hit the ground in a “dry tofu” gesture, and scarlet psychic energy blew up like a small storm, whirling and spinning to shake the black shadows that came at them, but in the next instant, more black shadows hissed and pounced out from all directions.

When Che Che saw clearly the contraption in front of him suddenly shook his body.

Large rats clad in black fur stood human and bared their teeth at him, and they stared at Che Che with their vicious little eyes as if they were staring at a piece of tasty meat.

Those guys carried all sorts of strange weapons in their paws, and the cacophony of noises they made in the crypt like cranky little devils, paired with the constant scratching that resounded from the shadows in all directions was truly maddening.

Poor Che Che went from scalp to tailbone in this instant.

He, one of the most qualified veteran players, would scream like a frightened girl in the team frame to:

“Treadmill rats! It’s all rats! Holy shit! They’re coming, I’m going to throw up! Come on, come on, come on! Use fire! Burn them with fire! Fuck, I’m getting panic attacks!”

No one had time to help him amidst Cart’s screams, and there were simply too many rats to count in front of him.

Thousands?

Tens of thousands?

No, the pit was filled with such ghostly things, which kept coming out from all directions like a tumbling tide, and quantity completely lost its meaning at this moment, leaving only the endless malice of the Dark Mountain Range to be displayed so clearly in front of the players for the first time.

It was like a slap in the face, grabbing them by the hair and roaring at them:
“Hey, delicate little prince/princess from Transylvania! Welcome to the Dark Mountains.”

(End of chapter)