596.Chapter 594 593 Transylvania in the Shadow of War

Chapter 594 593.Transylvania under the shadow of war
Happy Stick took over the position with his third war regiment, and as soon as he entered the position, he asked the Demon Bajaji set under his command to start summoning Skeleton Soldiers from the Jackal corpses to clear the battlefield.

At the same time, he asked the newbies to use their newfound skills of turning stone into mud to fill in the refusal trench that Master Qin had dug earlier, and then took out the plans from the Brotherhood of Stonemasons, and began to re-map the trench and refusal trench to the perfect location while making a huge “civil engineering” effort around the high ground.

According to Happy Stick’s conception, he wanted to create a breastwork around the position and a high defense line that would allow the shooters to get a foothold, and if possible, have the budding soldiers use fossilized clay to create simple forts on the high ground.

Stick is to upgrade the originally flat battlefield to a three-dimensional structure, to put it simply, he wants to play this guard competition as a real “tower defense game”, the first point is to upgrade the current very simple defense line to the “second book” of the attack and defense to be able to do so.

If time is not too short and manpower is too small, this guy even plans to transform the Blood Banner Heights into a real fortress, completely turning this place into a permanent fortification!
Speaking of which, because of the players’ frantic battles in the past few days, Lord Heather has already expressed her willingness to send Dwarf Earth Priests to assist the Transylvanian warriors in building more solid fortifications.

Obviously because these six and a half days of steadfastness and frantic fighting had convinced the arrogant and stubborn female dwarf, she had praised the Transylvanians’ bravery and pugnacity on various occasions, and all of the soldiers and condescending commanders throughout the position had acquiesced to this praise.

Even the high-minded and arrogant guys, when they saw the densely packed nearly two thousand jackal heads on the blood flag high ground, they all felt shocked from the bottom of their hearts, the Transylvanians did what they couldn’t do, and such bravery and achievements can’t be denied.

However Lord Heather’s proposal was denied by Murphy.

It’s not that he actually doesn’t want to establish a position there, the main thing is that the rules have already been set, even if he is a dog planner, he can’t just mess around, once the players realize that the development team is the guy who changes his orders, this future work won’t be able to go on.

But the purpose of Murphy’s organization of this deathmatch has actually arrived!

His own players reached the achievement of Battlefield Prestige, their fame would be passed down in the Black Flame Pass, and if they could really hold out against the onslaught of the Tainted Claw Clan until the twentieth day, then Transylvania’s first miracle of war in the Black Plague would be born here.

Well, it looks like the selection for the second installment of the Player Hall of Fame will have to be on the agenda again.

However, Murphy didn’t continue to stay at the Black Flame Pass to watch the young players perform a death match with the Jackals, he, the Governor, had already left Transylvania for almost half a month, and at this time he had to rush back to his own territory to take care of the leftover matters.

Most importantly, according to the news sent by Tris, that mummy lady from the Sanghai Empire had already made preparations to travel to Xike City.

Compared to the threat of the Black Plague on the frontline, Xike City, the time bomb buried in Transylvania, was more of a concern to Murphy quite a bit.

Once this thing blew up in the Black Plague, it would definitely involve the whole of Transylvania and even East Prussia and Kahovka together, it was an army of hundreds of thousands of Necromancers.

It was no exaggeration to say that counting Loren’s Pathfinder Legion and Baldwin’s Winterwolf Legion as well, it would be hard to withstand the ravages of this army in the center of the continent, and Murphy could be sure that if he didn’t solve this problem now, then Twilight would definitely activate this card in the Fifth Black Calamity, and blow up to smithereens everything that he wanted to protect.

Murphy handed over the affairs of the Black Flame Pass to Phemis for temporary command.

He promised to come back within three days, and although he himself was on the list of those summoning supporters, Murphy felt that even if his players scraped together enough support points, the odds were that they wouldn’t choose themselves to help out when they could pick a gold powerhouse.

Although he himself was amazing, he was only a Black Iron after all, right?

No one would lose their mind and summon themselves in such an intense battle rhythm, right? Well, odds are no one would waste precious points like that?
Emmmm, from this point of view, Brother Woo Meow’s joke on the forums earlier was actually true.

A large part of the reason why Murphy had set his support score as high as the Golders was actually to raise his own profile, and, as the saying goes, to put gold on his face.

But who isn’t a mainline NPC anymore!

It wasn’t shameful or shabby to make a living out there.

“Buzz.”

With the activation of the portal in the Blood Wyvern Corridor’s teleportation hall, Murphy, who had been out for half a month, finally returned to his cozy and warm lair, and as a result, before he breathed a sigh of relief, he met Tris standing there with a frosty face and her arms wrapped around her.

The Blood Vulture Archduke was not thinking that Murphy was not doing his job, but she was obviously very dissatisfied that His Excellency the Governor was risking his life to go out and supervise the battle at the front line.

Mainly, what’s the use of you running out there as a dishwasher black iron?

If something goes wrong, Lord Heather will have to send someone to fish for you.

But Murphy, who knew Tris’s character well, didn’t dwell on this matter, but opened his mouth to talk about the main thing:
“In a moment there are two goats who will come over, they are friends of you, the honorary elder of the ‘Dark Roots’, I know you don’t like me to probe into your past, so you’ll deal with them on your own.

I mean to try to leave them behind, Transylvania lacks psychic power, and goatmen are very good at this field.

Of course if you don’t want to, I won’t force you.

I have to make a trip to Miriam’s now, and once I’ve dealt with the backlog, we’ll take Nefertari to Cicco City, but did you make sure that mummy-queen’s brain is normal?”

“I helped her drain the water from her brain, but it turns out that the odds are that her insanity has nothing to do with a watered down brain.”

When it came to this matter, Tris also had a pain in her face, plus the stupid things she had done in the “Dark Roots” organization could not be hidden from Murphy, so Tris was very upset that her black history had been discovered by her little boyfriend.

Anyway, she bristled in an old-fashioned manner and said:

“I think it’s possible that the horrific scene of the kid being eaten by a whale when she crashed into the sea has irreversibly damaged the young undead’s spirit, and I recommended that she go to Raven for counseling.

But the Raven told me it was a serious problem!
Because Nefertari was undead, her emotional swings were meant to be more inscrutable than a normal person’s, and the alien’s psychiatrist said that it was beyond the limits of what he could handle, and suggested that we find a more powerful psychologist to help her.

Alas, now this moon holy city is also the king of the small two years, a year is not as good as a year, want me to go to them that year to steal ahem, exchange of knowledge, those mummy masters one by one, but the arrogance is very, call them a sentence of undead in the aristocrats is not too much.

But look at the fragile appearance of this new generation of Nefertari!

Wasn’t it just swallowed by a whale?
When I was wandering away in the Sea of Mists back then, I was almost gnawed to death by a bite of Leviathan’s earthly body, and I didn’t see any psychological shadow on me either”

“Uh, just talk, don’t shake your legs, okay?”

Murphy said slyly:

“Also, what is that ‘Leviathan’s human body’? It always feels like I’ve heard something extraordinary, isn’t Leviathan the god of the sharks? Aren’t Astral Giant Spirits unable to enter the material world?”

“Yes there is no way, in most cases there is no way, but there is a strange secret method over in the ancient kingdom of Calum that can summon the power of the Star Realm Giant Spirit to enter the carrier of the material world in a short period of time, and they call that process ‘the Star King descending to the earth’.”

Tris, obviously unwilling to recall her own black history back then, spoke in a brief tone:
“The so-called Leviathan’s earthly body is a certain thing that was specially made many years ago by the Ancient Kingdom of the East in order to help the Sharks get through the crisis.

Anyway, that was the only time in my memory that a deity entered the material world, but it was only a spirit body that fell into the material world, and after fusing with its own earthly body, it set off a terrifying storm on the ocean.

It is said that that storm lasted for thirty whole years! It even directly changed the way the Sea of Mists existed.

Uh, that’s all the gossip has circulated, I don’t have any friendship with the sharks, so naturally I don’t know the historical mysteries of that group of mermaids inhabiting the deep sea, but it’s said that there’s a marvelous connection between the birth of the sharks and the Ancient Kingdom of the East.

These beautiful and seductive sharks established the Atlanta Kingdom in Calum and the Sanghai Empire are eaten very open, they also have a large reef province near the place of origin.

That’s a lot of scenery.”

Tris fully demonstrated her deep skills as a historian and theologian, lightly telling an incident that definitely harbored all kinds of secrets as an anecdote, and then went up to help Murphy straighten his collar and hair, and gave him a peck on the cheek before turning away to prepare to receive the goatman’s emissary, and in the meantime, to prepare all kinds of items for the journey to Xicao City.

Escorting Nefertari there this time wouldn’t be OB on the edge of town.

They must go deep into the city, and at least meet with the old count of Sike who has become the “Witch Demon King – Transylvania Limited Edition”.

Murphy, on the other hand, slipped away from the corridor, he followed the steps up to the ground, and was surprised to find that the original ruins of the ground has already begun to rebuild, the old Chen Tou himself as the supervisor, with his two students and a group of the most powerful foremen and old workers in the future of Transylvania’s iconic buildings here.

That was the vampire castle named “Midnight Tower”, a thirteen-story tower structure.

In Old Chen Tou’s plan, this should be a “castle complex”, but because of the limited manpower and resources at the moment, the Midnight Tower, which was the main body, was built first.

The Silver Dwarf Master Builder, Ilyich, was also assisting beside Professor Chen.

Because the Midnight Tower was not just a tower, it was also a large-scale mage tower built on the Transylvania Spiritual Energy Node, and in the future, it would be a place of mystery to be handed over to Tris to control, so naturally, it would require a true professional to step in and plan for it.

But what made Murphy feel surprised was that Sister Marianne was actually at the construction site!
Of course, the locally respected Sister was here to give an impromptu prayer to the workers who believed in Avalon.

But he always felt that there might really be a little unknown little intersection between this valiant former Master Witch Hunter and Professor Chen Speaking of which, Sister Marianne, who was very sincere about her faith, was definitely a great beauty when she was young.

Now even though she was old, she could still see the charm of her youth tsk, tsk, Old Chen Tou, the old intellectual, really did have a vision. Murphy hid in the shadows and gave a very nosy thumbs up to Professor Chen, of course no one saw this scene.

His Excellency the Governor flew to the administrative courtyard with a small gossipy heart, and just happened to meet Miriam returning to her office after a meeting, and the scarlet consul didn’t accuse His Excellency the Governor of leaving the territory behind to go out and wander around, and she took out a large pile of documents and put them on the table, sipping her own tea, and said to Murphy:

“Sign it! These documents all need your signature to take effect, you’d better take a good look at them, some of the upcoming decrees inside will be more radical.”

“You can tell me the summary, Miriam.”

Murphy said, rolling his eyes:
“Has it been so long, haven’t you learned how to be a humble social utility?”

“Well, I’m trying my hand at that Sir Humphrey routine, want me to give you a few long difficult sentences to critique?”

The consul smiled, then shook his head:

“Well, I did prepare summaries, and know you’re pressed for time. Actually, most of the decrees are related to the upcoming war, a wartime management system to be exact.

Thanks to Mr. Raven’s activism, which allowed the Administrative Corps and I to draw enough inspiration from the political wisdom of the foreigners, we have designed a concise wartime mechanism that includes the conscription of all craft workshops and artisans and apprentices in the territory, and we intend to take the opportunity to complete the official formation of the ‘Transylvanian Craftsmen’s Association’.

In addition, we will also mobilize a large amount of transportation power to transport between Scarlet Castle, Rapids Castle and the farm area, as well as the city of Batasin, and mobilize the militia to form a transport team, which will be responsible for delivering supplies to the Maginot Line.

Once such a decree was issued, it meant that Transylvania would temporarily interrupt the construction process and devote all its manpower to military preparations.

I’ve already sent out a call-up order to the mountain tribes.

The response from the elders so far hasn’t been enthusiastic, but they did put together an army of 3,000 Mountain Folk and a 300-man Wind Wyvern Air Cavalry to go to the defense line to assist, which isn’t too much support given the total number of Mountain Folk.

From the preliminary mobilization of the five core farms and Fort Rapids, the enthusiasm of the locals to support the war is very high!

It’s clear that they don’t intend to accept the fate of their ancestors being ravaged by the Jackals any longer, and intend to follow the strong Lord Governor in a resolute and thorough resistance, and to put it plainly, the people’s hearts are available!”

“Don’t just talk about the good news, Miriam, talk about the bad.”

Murphy said without looking up as he signed and stamped the document:
“There must be something bad, right?”

“There is, and quite a lot of it.”

Miriam sipped her tea and whispered:
“The problem of desertion is a serious one, especially in the camps of the Maginot Line and several other projects that are advancing, where those hardened soldier ruffians of the East Prussia have orchestrated a number of desertions, and their desertions have destabilized the workers of the Brotherhood of Stonemasons as well.

Just the day before yesterday, an entire small team of laborers disappeared en masse while out on the job.

The good news is that Knight Portman himself went out with the militia and caught them yesterday, and Lord Raven has come up with a shortened version of the temporary penal code for us.

The bad news is that a lot of people are pleading with the workers that they were just confused.”

“So what, what are you going to do?”

Murphy asked, and Miriam didn’t answer, she just looked in the direction of the Scarlet Fort trade area, where several gallows had been erected.

After several seconds, she said:

“The trial is this afternoon!

The two foremen and the soldier boys who incited them to flee will be hanged, and the other workers will be organized into a disciplinary battalion to be sent to the Maginot Line, where they will regain their innocence if they survive the three battles.

Judging by the casualty rates I’ve seen on the forums for trench warfare, the number of people who will get their status back is probably less than even one in ten.”

“Well, dry and clean.”

Murphy said:
“Just not very humane.”

“Are you mocking the idealistic and stupidly simple me?”

Miriam put down her teacup and smiled as she turned back:
“Rulers aspire to the awe of their people, that’s the perfect state of affairs, but if you can’t have both, then fear is more useful than respect, especially in times of war.

I have sent a request to General Winterwolf and Marshal Pathfinder to second all prison inmates from the Kavhokar and East Prussia regions to the front lines, which they have welcomed and praised me for my wisdom, and as a result there will be an additional Correctional Battalion numbering in the tens of thousands under the command of Lord Kudel.

Provided that the Black Plague army doesn’t advance near the defense line so quickly.

Finally, I would like to conduct a ‘war pardon’ in the name of the Governor this week, namely the armed bloodservants currently laboring at several project sites and those who have performed well as supporters.

While granting them official Transylvanian status, they will be integrated into the reserves of the People’s Army, and in accordance with Lord Kudel’s advice, I will prepare as many as I can for Maxim to have around 30,000 clean manpower to complete the official formation of the People’s Army in the Black Plague.

Finally, I have a small question.”

The Scarlet Consul glanced at Murphy as she whispered:

“The three thousand people Maxim brought to the frontline . It’s impossible for them to return to their homeland as humans again, right?”

Murphy asked with a shrug:
“So you find this cruel too? There’s no need to hide it, Miriam, you know, Kudel almost fought me over this.”

“No, I don’t think it’s cruel, I even have a whole new realization.”

Miriam said as she looked down at her palm:

“Perhaps that was the Transylvanian’s fate, we always felt like we were fighting back, but 400 years had painted the land forever, the history and traditions of the vampires had been bound to the land forever.

We used to think that was a bad thing.
But right now may be an opportunity to twist the stories of the past that represent darkness into a sacrifice that can be celebrated through a war destined to go down in history.

Perhaps one day, actively choosing to become a vampire will no longer be an act to be reviled!
I also finally understand the ‘grand plan’ you once hung on to .”

She walked over to Murphy and reached out her hand towards him, saying in a firm tone:

“Give me a jar of source blood, a small jar will do.”

“Hmm?”

Murphy raised his head suddenly, looking at the resolute Miriam, he said in surprise:

“You swore before, you would never choose to become a vampire in your life, you think that’s a compromise with fate, that’s trampling on your ambition.”

“And I used to say I would never serve a vampire.”

Miriam rolled her eyes and said:

“But haven’t I come to enjoy the power of ruling a land in the shadow of the vampires by now? People change, Murphy.

But I am not bowing to fate.

I mean, if the men die in battle and the women must take up the sword, then I will take your place as the last guardian and general of the land.

This is my city!

And if I don’t give my all for it, who am I to enjoy what I have now?
You still have an army, Murph, and I am their commander.

If you must ask for a reason, I’ll answer you with a phrase I learned on the forums, becoming a vampire is without a doubt a curse of destiny, but we Transylvanians will not be struck down by the curse, rather, we will turn it into strength!

This ravaged land will not allow itself to be taken from us any longer! And to win, we must offer sacrifices.
Let’s start with me.”

(End of chapter)