602.Chapter 600 599 Only three days and you can’t do it anymore? You’ll have to branch out.

Chapter 600: 599. 3 days and you’re done? You’ve got to get up.
Murphy had thought that death was a serious and sad thing, but after hearing Nefertari babble on and on to the Earl and Countess of Sicomair describing the benefits and perks of becoming a Far Cry King, the vampire lord suddenly realized that on this continent, death might just be a phase of life.

After all, just listen to that brain-dead mummy cleric’s list of items for the party of the dead.

Not only is there a food tasting session in the Underworld realm, but there is also a three-headed dog chariot rally on the road of the dead organized by the tomb kings who like to race cars, and the most outrageous thing is that Nefertari swears that there will be a “beauty contest for the dead” every year.

It is said that every year before and after the Cold Moon Festival, each of the Kings of the Underworld will select a few of the most beautiful zombie brides in their own jurisdiction to send to the road of the dead, by all the Kings of the zombie brides selected the most beautiful and awarded to each other the “flower of the Underworld,” the title of honor.

The reason why Nefertari is so passionate about this is because her grandmother was once awarded this honor.

Oh, boy!
So it’s still in the family, right?
Grandmother is a beautiful zombie bride, you are a mummy priest, right? It looks like if you do not have a flat body, you are not going to choose to take the career path that your grandmother took in the first place, right?
“I always feel weird.”

After half an hour, Murphy, who left Xike City with a strange expression of a three-dimensional post-disaster reconstruction, twisted his head and said to the wooden-faced Tris beside him:
“What the hell is going on with the Sanghai Empire’s death inheritance? It sounds pushy, but a closer look reveals that those guys have almost subverted the concept of the world of death in my mind, is that normal?”

Tris woodenly didn’t answer.

The Scarlet Witch was angry.

Because just now Nefertari and her new friend, Countess Sicomel, had commented on Tris’s figure in a rather “professional” manner.

Anyway, the mummy cleric swore that if Tris were a zombie bride, she would definitely not be able to get the title of “Miss Underworld” because although Tris had a good figure, her tootsies were too big and did not fit in with the traditional aesthetics of the Sangha people.

No woman, not even a vampire archduke like Tris, could maintain her composure under such vicious attacks.

Nefertari didn’t leave with Tris and Murphy, she had to stay in the city of Xikor in order to stabilize the Count and Lady from being affected, and her dog had to stay there to deter the undead that roamed throughout the city and destroy the rituals of the angry spirits that were hidden in various parts of the city.

But this wasn’t exactly the torture of exile or imprisonment for Nefertari.

On the contrary, it was more comfortable for her to stay in the city of Sicor, having nearly given the mummy girl a depression after spending a few days in the Scarlet Fortress.

In her words, she hadn’t seen so many living people gathered together to chatter and bicker since she was a little girl, it was almost as if tens of thousands of ducks were quacking, as if the pleasure was all other people’s, and people didn’t really connect with each other.

Nefertari was undead, after all, and it would be hard for her to stay with the living.

Although that brain-dead guy patted his chest and assured Murphy that with her around he wouldn’t let Xicao City interfere with the battle of the Black Plague, Murphy still had some doubts about whether this guy would be able to accomplish his mission.

It wasn’t until after he and Tris returned to the Blood Wyvern Corridor through teleportation that Tris recovered from her sulking stance, and she poured herself a glass of wine in Murphy’s office before slowly answering Murphy’s previous question about the world of the dead.

She said in a long drawn out voice:

“Both you and she are not wrong, for the likeness of the world of the dead is not set in stone. From your previous contact with Nefertari, you’ve probably already found out that the Sanghai people’s side is alien to the continent no matter if it’s the power system or the state of existence or even the philosophy of life.

This difference comes from the Creator’s favoritism towards them.

At least that’s what the Songhai people themselves claim.

The world of death in the broadest sense of the word is supposed to be cold, brutal and twisted, but the Sangha’s side of the world, because of their longtime worship of the Moon of Death, do not see death as a horror or a disaster, and are even able to calmly see death as a necessary part of life.

In the culture of the Songhai, they believe that when you are alive, you should worship the merciful sun, and that your life is like a walk in the sun that must come to an end.

The world after death must glorify the moonlight of equality, and the moment they embark on the path of the dead, they will begin a second life in the underworld where they will meet their families and ancestors until the time of reincarnation.

It is because of this unique culture that the Songhai people have constructed the world of the dead with a romanticism that I cannot fathom, and I have seen many poems describing the underworld in their eternal library.

My guess is that the underworld of the Songhai people is just as lively and full of fun as the present world.

But!
They are the only ones who have it all there!
The rest of the continent doesn’t have it, and the Will of the Underworld isn’t kind to the dead in the rest of the continent; don’t go after death, Murphy!
We do not have the privileges of the Sangha, and death means the end for us.”

“But Nefertari said that the Cult of the Dead Moon would take over Sicor City once it becomes the second Death Sanctuary, and that would mean that Sicor City would also become part of the Sanghai people’s concept of life and death.”

Murphy savored the fine wine with a drop of blood as he said:
“If that day does come, then the Transylvanians will also be granted the same after-death privileges as the Songhai people because of the existence of the Sicor Holy City, and our people will also be qualified to step into that cycle of death that is filled with the sights of the afterlife.

It’s like the perks and benefits that Nefertari is always talking about, and I guess that will become a second marvelous culture that the Transylvanians will be proud of.

Ha, in that sense, I should probably be thankful for Dusk’s haphazard behavior in this great land.

I should probably inform Miriam to go ahead and create a management system for such ‘perks’.

For example, only those who have lived in Transylvania for how many years, created how many contributions to this land, and performed how many good deeds are qualified to step onto the path of the dead under the administration of the Death Moon Sect after death.

And those disobedient, wanton, evil-loving bastards who disobeyed the local laws would be thrown to the three-headed dogs to bite off their left legs after death, crawling and screaming and repenting as they tried to approach the Gates of the Dead.

But that wonderful world will never open for them .
Well, I’m just a genius!”

“You’re simply evil!”

Tris spat unmercifully:

“You were only able to make your lords obey your orders while they were alive, now they can’t even get rid of your influence after death, I think you should be the first to be sent to the Anti-Humanity Tribunal.

But you’re thinking about it!

The people of the Death Moon Sect are not easy to deal with, the brain-dead Nephthali is just a special case, if you’ve met Priestess Bayek you’d know that your idea is really hard to realize.

Those old guys are literally the physical embodiment of the rules of the Cold Moon and the Blazing Sun, dogmatists taken to the extreme, true fundamentalist lunatics.

I guess it’s only a dull fellow like Venerable Lord Paying who can maintain an okay relationship with them.”

“Not as a vampire, of course.”

Murphy grunted, draining his glass of wine before rising to his feet and saying:

“But don’t you forget, Assistant Tris, we have another identity! Didn’t Nefertari promise that? Officials like the two of us who are located in the ‘Creator’s System’ will inevitably be honored as guests when we go to their place.

What?

I’m the director of the Swamp Exhibition Hall, and I can’t ask my people to enjoy the benefits of death?

Of course I can give them Xike City, that place is no longer suitable for human survival, but it’s a bit unreasonable for them to take my holy city and not mean it, isn’t it?”

“That’s true.”

Tris couldn’t think of a rebuttal, but the thought that Murphy might have to make a trip to the Land of Origin in the future gave her a headache.

The scarlet witch sighed and said:
“I definitely can’t accompany you when we go to the Land of Origins, I guess my wanted list is still hanging in the Death Moon Sect’s eternal bounty list, I dare to set foot in that yellow sand will definitely be arrested and made into a vampire mummy.

I’m sure I’ll be sent by the perverted dead to participate in that damn Underworld beauty contest.

Ah.
Headache.”

“That’s okay, my dear just stay in Transylvania and help me run the show.”

Murphy stepped forward and reached out his fingers to pick at Tris’s delicate chin, lifting the Blood Vulture Archduke’s gorgeous face up, blinking his eyes as he tried to kiss the face he’d never get tired of looking at, even as Tris herself prepared herself.

But in the next second, the Core Treasure Pearl placed on the table jumped violently.

Murphy looked back in surprise and picked up the treasure bead to see a startling report.

“Something has happened over at Blood Flag Heights!”

The Vampire Governor turned back to Tris:

“Happy Stick’s third battle group has encountered a four-sided siege by the Jackal Stained Claw Clan, they have summoned Dorothy and Maxim, and are now summoning Bella and Berenice, and according to Adele’s report, Happy Stick’s next summoning target is likely to be Kudel. But if they’re having a hard time making it to the third day, they’re probably going to make a desperate attempt to summon you directly, and they’re saving up their support scores right now.

Adele asked me to inform you to get ready for battle.”

“Huh?”

Tris was also confused.

She knew about Murphy’s deathmatch over there, and Murphy had gotten her permission to put her on the summoning list, and anyway, Tris-sama didn’t think that just that little plateau would allow the players to collect much in the way of support points.

At least in Murphy’s design, there wasn’t much possibility for the three warbands to accumulate points for summoning a gold powerhouse.

However, it seems that during the two days that Murphy left the front line, there seems to be a little bit of marvelous “ripples” over there.

“No, that highland is only how big ah, it is not in the path of the jackals to the black flame mountain pass, it is only an optional attack direction, as long as the jackal commanders have a normal brain it is impossible to die under the highland!”

Tris stood up and said with an odd expression:
“Why does it look like those Jackals are on top now? Is it really a good idea to just leave their elite in a place that has no strategic significance?”

“Uh, about that…”

Murphy said as he redressed into his trench coat and prepared to head to the front lines with Tris:
“Hogg seems to have sent someone to infiltrate the Jackal side before he went to the Brass Fortress, and I reckon that the way things have turned out to be, it should be the Bloodclaw Clan’s Jackal scouts who have done a bit of subtle work in the middle of it.

Tsk, I can understand Hogg’s Bloodclaw chief position having a Jackal to inherit it, but why does he actually have a Jackal to inherit his ‘Pierce the Mountain Armor’ title in the Intelligence System as well.

Our Sage Wolves can be so awesome.”

“You’re going back to the front line here?”

Tris also put on a lady’s trench coat, since she had worn the silver-gray work outfit at the exhibition hall, Tris had fallen in love with this kind of “modern style” clothing that was simple and elegant, but also could emphasize the charm of women.

She is a big customer of Mrs. Water’s tailor store, basically Mrs. Water’s new products launched once every half month will be bought by each kind of Tris, fortunately, Tris has her own small treasury, or else she bought clothes at this speed, it is estimated that Murphy’s wallet will go bankrupt.

Tris asked:

“The airship that the Hoffman family rented for us to use to transport the gold burning products will probably arrive tomorrow, won’t you stay here to receive it?”

“This kind of small matter can be taken care of by Miriam.”

Murphy said with a wave of his hand:

“I’ve heard that the Halfling’s engineering airships are super powerful, but unfortunately, I can only wait until things settle down at the front line to come back and open my eyes. Let’s go, now go to the front line to see how things are going, and also let you move around, you haven’t even come out for a walk lately since you’ve been in the lab.

Look at you, you’ve gained a circle of weight.”

“Nonsense! I weigh myself every day, I haven’t gained any weight at all!”
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“Blanche! The western front is collapsing again? What’s going on? There aren’t many jackals there!”

On the battlefield of Blood Flag Heights near dawn, the blood-covered Happy Stick hadn’t even finished eating a piece of beef jerky when he received bad news.

He cursed rudely as he got up and walked over to the sentry tower he was at to look to the west of the heights.

That’s right!

Happy Stick had already used the Fossil to Clay spell that the munchkins had mastered over the past two days of attacking and defending the Blood Banner Heights to shape the breastwork and two sentry towers for defense, and that was how he had set up his fight, which was the main reason he had been able to hold up so far against the death tactics of the Tainted Claw Clan’s four-front encirclement.

According to the drawings given by Samoye, the “War Engineer” of the Brotherhood of Stonemasons, the Blood Banner Heights should have been shaped into a prismatic fortress to maximize the player’s firepower advantage, but there was not enough time, manpower was lacking, and the Jackals did not give face to him.

The first two days of the Third Regiment’s battle went smoothly, but tonight something terrible happened.

Perhaps the Jackals lost patience after failing too many times and finally decided to launch a general attack, in any case, this attack not only came from the front of the position, but also from the other three directions with the horrific scene of Jackals constantly pounding away in the night.

The players of the Third Battle Group were going crazy!

They could see the green eyes of the jackals under the night no matter which direction they looked in at this moment, the number definitely broke through more than 1500, and a small half of the guys coming were elites, and there were also priests behind the scenes adding status to these guys.

If it wasn’t for the fact that Happy Stick exchanged General Maxim yesterday, letting this vampire hero with the Skull Breaker Warhammer guard the front side of the plateau, and letting the first day of the summoned Ms. Dorothy and her Blood Rat Assassins guard the south side, the players only need to defend the west side and the east side, or else this situation with enemies on all sides, ambushes from all sides and heavy casualties is already enough to break down the morale of the players.

But on the other hand, the number of enemies coming is not a bad thing, not only can you get points if you kill one, but also as long as the Jackal’s charge exceeds 50 people it will allow Happy Stick to reap the rewards of +100 Support Points, and the most important thing is that the Jackal’s killed by Maxim and Dorothy will be counted for the Third Battle Regiment just as much as the points.

From nightfall until now, the battle lasted for a full six hours, and it also made the Third Battle Regiment’s already spent support points rise to 3000+ again.

However the consumption and losses were horrific.

Happy Stick’s Third Battle Regiment originally had 640 people counting the budding newcomers, and now, six hours later, only 200 people were left, although including the budding newcomers, everyone had pulled at least three as cushions before they died!
But if this continues to change, Stick let alone hold on for five days, he would be lucky to see the dawn of tomorrow.

However, this is not because he can’t command, nor is it because his tactics are wrong, but purely because the jackals do not talk about morality! In the face of such a small highland that is not a strategic place, how come this dog day’s dirty claw clan still sends the real elite to come to besiege?
What kind of hatred is this?
It’s only the loss of 2,000 jackals’ heads on the high ground. What’s the point of fighting to the death?

“Blanch!”

Happy Stick watched as the trenches on the west side of the high ground were breached, and he was so anxious that he grabbed the Jackalese Great War Hammer he had captured in the Battle of the Swamp and flew down, spending 600 points to summon a wave of Winged Cavalry to charge in the process.

While waiting for the Winged Cavalry to rally, Stick flew into the position and fucked over a wailing Jackal with a hammer, and with his super hardness as a professional defender, he activated Blood Thirst to frantically mess up the kill again.

As he killed, he cursed:

“Are the motherfucking Jackals crazy? Why don’t you guys just go and attack the Black Flame Mountain Pass’s position when you can take out so many troops! You’re just going to fight with this poor old stick of mine, aren’t you?
Blanched!
You underestimated me, didn’t you? I’ll kill you all!
All vampires, on my mark!

Turn on the blood thirst and follow me!
Night is our home turf, kill these bastards!”

Happy Stick’s roar in the darkness of the night made the vampire players on the chaotic western front jump.

They were also holding fire in their hearts.

There were only twenty days left in the Deathmatch, Brother Woo Meow’s first regiment had defended for three days, Master Qin’s second regiment had defended for three and a half days, and now if the third battle group couldn’t defend for less than five days it would mean that they were one step away from the possibility of competing for the title.

After all, the first regiment and the second regiment both had a stock of support points in their hands and everyone knew how to play, which meant that it was basically impossible for them to leave the third regiment with the possibility of flipping the game in the second rotation.

This wave really wasn’t about their strength, it was purely a matter of luck!

Players who hold fire in their hearts are terrifying, the vampires turned on Blood Thirst and no longer stayed, following the Happy Stick all the way to pummel the Jackal’s line almost tore it apart, the other players rushed over to support them, and they finally held out until the Winged Cavalry’s charge arrived.

Although only 50 cavalry charge, but this wave of back and forth cooperation is still sharp and incomparable pressure in the past so that the jackals in the darkness of the night attack collapsed, followed by a number of trampling completely buried this night attack army.

However, only six of the 40 or so Vampire players who followed Happy Stick’s charge survived, dealing another blow to the already precarious numbers.

When dawn came, even Maxim, who had been slaughtering the whole night, was somewhat unable to hold on, Dorothy’s Blood Rat Assassins who had suffered heavy casualties had already voluntarily withdrawn from the battlefield, and in the sentry tower, Happy Stick, whose eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, looked at the interface’s support score of 4007, and then took a glance at the miserable players beside him, who were still resting.

This was the first time he had seen such a dull and irritable situation among the player group, which showed that the miserable battle had affected the players’ morale.

Alas, players who were not born as professionals had limited resistance to setbacks after all, even the undead trait could not change the current precarious situation, and most importantly, it was only the third fucking day!

His third regiment had less than 100 people left, how was he supposed to defend the following two days?
Happy Stick knew it couldn’t go on like this.

He had to make a choice now, he had to gamble on the deterrent power of the Golden Ones in this kind of conflict, he had to gamble on the killing power of the Golden Ones to be able to bluff the Tainted Claw Clan that was eyeing the front, or else once the latter carried out another night attack of this scale, his own team would definitely be finished.

So he decisively changed his strategy of playing steadily and directly spent all his points!

Sacrifice 4000 points!
Summoning the Blood Vulture Archduke and the Gold-ranked Psychic Sovereign Lady Tris into the battlefield!

Don’t ask how I’m going to live my life after spending all my points!
If I don’t overthrow you jackals today, I won’t be able to live afterward! Blanch, even if I die, I’ll pull you dogs on my back!
(End of chapter)