609.Chapter 607: 606 face of gold ink someone this time to reveal the stuff
Chapter 607: 606. The gold-faced Mo is now going to be exposed.
Giving up the competition, and choosing to give up when the Death Race had already reached the final contest with only three and a half days left, this didn’t sound like a choice that Happy Stick would make.
Master Qin thought it was a joke immediately after hearing it, but then the old commander tasted it.
Happy Stick wasn’t crazy, and he had made this judgment in a very rational manner.
“Was this your own idea? Or was it your team’s idea?”
Master Qin asked.
Rod’s side answered frankly:
“How could I possibly take an idea on this kind of thing alone? Of course it was a decision made after discussing it with all the grassroots commanders, you can take a look in the forums, the people in the first regiment are all bickering like crazy right now.
In fact, this proposal was first made by Brother Woo Meow, and then Mrs. Water did the explaining and managed to convince most of the commanders.
Now the situation has become like this, the first regiment’s total guard time of five and a half days has basically withdrawn from the championship competition, we have guarded for five days, you have now reached five days, and there is only four and a half days left.
You guys will be able to lock up the victory after guarding for two and a half days again”
“Two and a half days? You guys really look down on me.”
Master Qin sighed:
“The Jackals on the other side have clearly switched from wandering soldiers and small clans to a vanguard of a large clan, and from what I’ve seen so far, all they need is a wave of charges to push us over, not to mention that those guys are making preparations to summon meteorites.
People simply don’t intend to continue fighting with us in a tangle.
Let alone two days in this situation, it would be Lord Murphy’s blessing if my warband and I could survive the next five hours.”
“That’s the problem!”
Rod said:
“If you guys can’t hold on and get pushed flat, the competitive tournament will also end straight away, and we won’t even have a chance to rotate. The three battle groups assigned by the system don’t have much difference in combat strength, and what you guys can’t do we can’t do either.
And don’t forget, the second victory condition of the Death Rodeo is to finish off the bottom BOSS, I just asked the scout captain of Black Flame Pass who has the most research on the Jackalman Clan, and she told me that the battle flag in front of me belongs to the Whiptail Clan’s Grand Governor.
That position is equivalent to a Jackal general.
In other words, the Bottom BOSS has appeared, right in front of you.
So this situation may seem like we still have a chance to win, but in reality, when you combine the facts, you know that the game is over!
You guys have to hold on!
Otherwise we won’t have time to redeploy while you guys are routed!
Once that flag representing Transylvania is destroyed by the Jackals, then everyone is a loser, not to mention how the players will talk about it, but the mouths of those gluttonous parties on the forums will be able to drown us.
After all, everyone wants a face.
In this case, Brother Woo Meow and Mrs. Water easily convinced us that this is, after all, the last event of the closed beta phase, Master Qin, the development team is trying to boost morale, not to cause trouble with monster massacres.
So, we can transfer the support points we currently have on hand to you, we have 5,241 points right now, plus the ones you have on hand, it’s almost enough to summon a Goldie plus a Strong Silver.”
“Wait!”
Master Qin immediately sensed that something was wrong and asked back:
“It’s true that you guys defended enough for five days, but there shouldn’t be this many points left, did the First Regiment give you their points?”
“Well, the first regiment ended up surviving a small reed name, the little girl got irritated and is said to be offline resting now, after we said goodbye to Brother Woo Meow, because the 1600 points that Ms. Natalie and Giant Shark got from their last wonderful kills were given to us, the first regiment has officially withdrawn from the competition.
Which is what we’re about to do.
Winning and losing between players is important, but if we don’t even have a stage anymore, it’s a bit too ridiculous for us puppets on strings to fight it out anymore.
So, going to accept our final aid?”
“Of course! I’m in desperate need of points to summon strong men who can hold the position as well as enough replacement fighters.”
Master Qin chose to accept without hesitation, but of course, he understood, and then asked:
“Speak, your conditions.”
“The fame goes to you, the benefits go to us.”
Stick wasn’t ambiguous either, and simply offered his conditions saying:
“No matter what the reward given by the champion of the competitive tournament is, gold or material, my side wants 80%! Don’t frown, Master Qin, one-third of this is going to Brother Woo Meow’s side.”
“You’re cutting the price a bit hard.”
Master Qin was a little eggcited by this lion’s share of the price, and he said:
“You wait first, I’m going to discuss this with the commanders under my command, I’m not the one who can decide on this kind of thing. You were right before, since it’s a game to play, you have to take care of most people’s experience.
In thirty minutes at most, I’ll give you an answer.”
“Well, I’m waiting for the news.”
Happy Stick hung up the communication, Master Qin turned back and issued a summoning order to the commanders under his command, the captains that he had divided into seven hundred-man teams rushed over, and after hearing Master Qin’s explanation, the captains went numb.
It was certainly good to be able to receive support in this time of impending doom.
But this appetite of the other party was a bit too big!
Just as everyone was silent, the leader of the melee group, Niu Niu, slammed his shield on the ground with a bang as he shouted:
“Isn’t it just 80%? Give it to them! Brother Stick had a good point, this isn’t just a gameplay or random event anymore. Whether or not we can hold this flag represents that is the face of Transylvania!
It’s the face of all the players!
I played a video with Che at lunch, and crikey, six big men crying like little pussies in the screen, it hurt to watch.
People meow brother and smoke sang paid so much to hand over the flag to us, if this flag is lost in our hands, then we will be a thousand years of sin!
This really isn’t the time to talk about money.
To defend, is to win!”
Niu Niu’s speech was filled with the idealism and fervor characteristic of young people, and the other few commanders looked at me and me, and in the end, they all nodded as well.
Thinking on the bright side, this wave of events had advanced to this point, and if it could really be defended, it would be impossible for the development team to say no without giving a few Hall of Fame qualifications.
And the six guys from the first phase of the Hall of Fame were now eating dividends with their mouths full of oil, who wouldn’t be envious?
Although Brother Stick downplayed it, but in reality, a little bit of brains know that what they gave up is definitely not just as simple as the mere fame of victory, and Brother Stick is definitely under a lot of pressure in his third regiment as well.
If he couldn’t get enough benefits to appease his team members, Stick’s reputation would stink.
People were taking risks.
This is indeed beyond the realm of calculating benefits, this is a truly big favor.
“Go on then, each cast a vote with the brothers in their respective teams.”
Master Qin waved his hand and said:
“Give everyone a clear explanation of the current situation.”
“What’s there to say!”
The commander of the “Barrel Boys”, Groundnut Burn, cursed:
“On the opposite side of the jackals that arrogant behavior, anyone with eyes knows that once they kill over we simply can not stop, this time also want to make trouble directly thrown out to feed the jackals! If he can be the same as Ms. Natalie, one person cut down hundreds of jackals, then everyone will listen to him.
If he can’t, then shut up!
Now is the time to obey the collective interest.”
“Where’s all this nonsense when you’re told to go and get advice?”
Master Qin kicked Groundhog’s burnt leg.
The latter grunted and turned his head to run off to find a team member to talk to, but Groundnut Burn’s words proved to be justified.
Old Qin’s second regiment now had less than 40 people out of 726 who voted against it, and the choice to accept the aid was settled.
He and Happy Stick spoke again to explain the situation, and both sides grabbed the nominal organizer of this deathmatch, Fight Club’s big sister Mrs. Dorothy, to sign a contract.
A few minutes later, the support points on Old Qin’s interface quickly rose from over a thousand to over seven thousand, which was too fat.
However, just as Old Qin was about to fist-pump and summon Archduke Tris into the battlefield to sit in on the battlefield, a private communication from Moe Haha, the most insignificant member of the Silver Moon Corps, rang at that moment, and Master Qin knew who it was, so he picked it up.
“Uncle Qin! Don’t summon Archduke Tris, her destructive power is indeed strong, but right now, this Jackal is about to summon a meteor shower coupled with a rushing formation, and there’s no way for a Spirit Energy Lord to shelter all the players to safely get through the full-screen bombardment in the early stages.
I just asked the Psychic Master NPC a while ago, and she told me that unless Archduke Tris has a mage tower here, we’ll definitely still lose a lot even if we survive this situation.
To maintain viable forces on the largest scale you’ll have to think differently.”
Moe Haha said bluntly:
“I suggest you just summon Lord Murphy!”
“Huh?”
Master Qin was dumbfounded as he asked rhetorically:
“Isn’t Lord Murphy only at the Black Iron rank? What’s the point of summoning him, and he’s a mainline NPC! If he dies here.”
“Just because he’s a mainline NPC, that’s why he should be summoned.”
Mrs. Water’s voice rang out from Moongha’s treasure pearl, and the latter said wearily: “It’s a simple trap of thought, Master Qin, the score depletion on the summoning list represents the NPC’s combat power or functionality, and the fact that Lord Murphy, a Black Iron ranked hero, can be listed alongside the Gold rank in a dignified manner speaks for itself.
His absolute strength is definitely not as good as the other Golds, but the fact that he’s worth that score means he has a special functionality, and to be honest, we took a risk in suggesting this, but I guess the results after Moeha and I discussed it shouldn’t be wrong.
Lord Murphy will give us a surprise.
Also, who are you going to choose for the silver ranked summon?”
“Kudel, of course.”
Master Qin said:
“Isn’t the combat power of the Civil Protection Officer already close to gold? If you show it numerically, this guy is definitely very supermodel.”
“No, the optimal solution is to summon Lady Natalie or Lord Turner of the Iron Fist, Uncle Qin.”
Moe Haha explained:
“The two of them are Divine Chosen, and you have to understand the gold content of this unique status.
You’ve seen Ms. Natalie’s combat prowess before, Iron Fist Turner is also the Divine Chosen of the God of the North Wind, Su has always been known on the continent for his bravery and strength, once he appears on the battlefield odds are that he’ll be strengthened by the blessings of the God of the North Wind.
Although Lord Kudel’s hard power is super strong, but he does not have this layer of buffs, in large-scale group battles in the performance is not expected to be as amazing as Turner.
Similarly, the Eastern Holy Spirit’s divinely chosen Raven Knight and her ‘Golden Peach’ pendant might also receive the Eastern Holy Spirit’s reinforcement after appearing on the battlefield.
I don’t know much about that ‘Blind Seer’ Ms. Velanther who’s been quite the hot topic on the forums these days, but she seems to be a Divine Chosen as well.
The devs obviously played a trick!
We also realized this after seeing Lady Natalie’s outburst, this is a world where gods exist, Uncle Qin, we can’t just compare paper strength.
Of course, Lady Shui and I are only offering suggestions, the real choice is still in your hands.”
“You two little dolls have said your words to this point, I’ll be making a mistake if I still don’t listen, alright, I’ll accept your advice.”
Old Qin laughed and said:
“Say thank you to Happy Stick for me, that young man is really good, a decisive one at the critical moment, you guys are also ready for support, it’s your turn when my second regiment runs out.”
“Well, we’re already preparing for battle. Though some of the brothers are a bit whiny because they can’t be the victors .”
“If we can hold this place, everyone is a victor! If we can’t hold it, everyone is a loser.”
Old Qin ended the conversation with a single sentence.
He let out a long breath, and stood right under the blood-colored battle flag that had been re-supported with a special flagpole, looking out at those Jackals in front that had already assembled at this already near-dusk, playing the Whiptail Clan’s battle flag, and even simply setting up a charging formation, with the army in the rear not yet unfolding like an armed excursion.
How arrogant!
That governor across the street clearly felt they had the upper hand and didn’t even need to be as deep in the mire of Transylvanian combat as those losers.
They might be entitled to be proud, but surely Transylvania’s masters wouldn’t let them get away with just that!
Master Qin closed his eyes.
Sacrifice 3000 points!
Summon Turner, the Eye of the Wolf God!
Sacrifice 3,500 points!
Calling Reverend Murphy Lethumbra, Governor of Transylvania and soul of the Blood Vulture Clan, Earl of Cadman!
O Goddess of Victory, this is our last sacrifice, so please grant us a victory as the final conclusion to these twenty days of madness.
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“Huh? They actually dismantled two warbands in order to summon me into battle to fight the Jackals? Want to see my debut CG and defeat standup so badly?”
At this moment in the Black Flame Mountain Pass, Murphy stared dazedly at the summoned prompt flashing on his Core Treasure Pearl.
The Trixie beside him was laughing herself silly.
The grand duke of the blood vulture at this time and a beautiful retarded like covering the stomach in the bed rolled over and over, not the slightest bit of majesty of the blood genius big brother.
“Ah ah ah, this is definitely the funniest scene I’ve seen in the past 100 years.”
Tris laughed so hard that she couldn’t catch her breath, and she trembled as she pointed at Murphy:
“My lovely little Murphy purposely adjusted his score to the same grade as a gold powerhouse in order to put gold on his face, only to be pecked out by an eagle.
People now think that you definitely have a sure-fire way to win!
My dear little Murphy, but what if you go into battle like this and make a joke?
Wouldn’t your reputation be…”
“Laugh, laugh, laugh! What’s there to laugh about?”
The infuriated Lord Murphy nonchalantly stepped forward and grabbed the wailing Tris snapping a few slaps down towards her most voluptuous parts, causing Tris to beg for forgiveness, but the smile on the Blood Wyvern Archduke’s face that was watching for fun couldn’t be concealed.
She also gave Murphy an idea and said:
“Why don’t I use an illusion to disguise myself as you? It’s not that I’m blowing you off, with the quality of that vanguard of the Whiptail Clan, you won’t be able to play much of a role even if you go over there as a genius.”
“Ch, wouldn’t such a marvelous person like me be thought by you guys to be selling my reputation?”
Murphy grunted, got up and straightened his clothes, and flew out of the house while spreading his wings:
“Today, I’ll show you guys that my hallowed Governor of Transylvania also has two brushes!”
Seeing little Murphy scurrying towards the direction of the battlefield in a single flight, behind her, Tris helplessly shook her head, saying that Murphy was good at everything, but just a little bit of a problem with his character of not being willing to show his cowardice in front of the players.
All this time!
It’s better for you to give in to this Grand Duke than to go into battle yourself to lose face, right?
Or are you, as the curator of the museum, going to summon a giant snake to fight?
Well, one or two giant snakes shouldn’t have a problem destroying the members of the Whiptail Clan if they’re in swampy terrain, but that’s not enough time and the terrain isn’t right.
Seriously, Tris was also curious to know the reason why Murphy was so confident.
She spread her own dragon wing-like wings and slowly rose into the air, and when she flew above the tower, she happened to meet Lord Heather, who was watching the battle from the sidelines with her battle helmet on.
Tonight’s Lord Heather was dressed in the traditional brass dwarven style of golden battle armor, and two shields for battle had been placed at hand.
Obviously, this female Dwarf Vampire was ready to be summoned to the battlefield, she had prepared for this before the Deathmatch began, and even being put on the summoning list was at her own initiative.
“Come here, Lady Tris.”
Lord Heather called out:
“You had been missing for many years by the time I became a vampire, and I still heard your story from Paranor and also Yvette, but I’m curious as to why your warriors didn’t summon you in this situation, but instead summoned Lord Murphy to the battlefield for what?
He’s just a Black Iron Rank with talent but no redeeming power yet, right?”
“Because a Transylvanian lord must face any challenge with his people, and he must be the patron and leader of the Transylvanians in times of despair.”
Tris closed her wings and landed on the tower.
She took out two bottles of wine and divided one between Lord Heather and opened one for herself.
A tall and a short two gold people clinked glasses, and in the moment when the fine wine was drunk, Tris suddenly said:
“Everyone says that you are a Brass Dwarf, but I know that your true race is actually a Shield Dwarf, a subspecies of Brass Dwarf, right? You like to fight with shields and are a bit taller than normal dwarves.
Back in the day, when I was traveling the continent, I once took shelter in your clan fortress when I went over the Borut Pass.
Is that colorful bastard Old Vant still alive now?
That bastard even tried to rob me back then and leave me behind as his squeeze.”
“Oh, Lord Vant Hoffman was killed in battle during the Fourth Black Plague, and his tombstone is in the cemetery at the Brass Fortress.”
Lord Heather grimaced and jarred beneath her battle helmet:
“The reason the Hoffmans are not well known in the system of the Brass Dwarves is that we Shield Dwarf clans are not very willing to get involved in their complicated and boring politics, and to be honest, outsiders generally don’t recognize the difference between a Brass Dwarf and a Shield Dwarf.
Also, the old pervert you’re talking about is my uncle, and you almost became my vampire aunt.
Tsk, tsk, fate is quite marvelous.”
“Hmph, I don’t just recognize you guys, I know that you Shield Dwarves are a bunch of hopeless drunks and lousy gamblers, and I’m guessing that the mysterious guest who bet the most in the Deathmatch was you, wasn’t it?
You bet 50,000 gold coins and a Hill Lord’s Rune Axe to keep us in the game until the end. If I’m not mistaken, that axe is a family heirloom of the Hoffman family, isn’t it?
I think it’s called ‘The Butcher of Borut’?
I remember back then old Vant personally escorted me to Chardonnay Harbor with that axe on his back, and that bastard even tried to get me drunk.”
Tris said:
“How about this? Let’s bet on whether my little Murphy can help our Transylvanian warriors get through the night, too.”
“What’s the bet?”
Immediately interested, Lord Heather said:
“Living alone is called getting through the night isn’t it? I know you Transylvanians aren’t afraid of death, and that all your warriors from the Otherworld don’t really die. It’s been ten days and not a single body!
You guys really don’t even bother to pretend.”
“Hmph, let’s just bet that with Murphy’s assistance, by tomorrow’s dawn, Old Qin’s warband will have at least five hundred men left! And they can finish off that Whiptail Clan’s Grand Inspector and send its head into the Black Flame Mountain Pass as the best trophy before the Black Plague really kicks in.”
“Impossible! The Whiptail Clan is one of the most powerful jackal clans, they’re not rookies like the Tainted Claw, and I don’t believe Murphy could do such a thing to protect them.”
“That’s the bet then, if I lose, not only will that huge axe of the hill lords be returned to you, but I’ll also go to your uncle’s grave and wear the white flower of the undead for him, I know that you Shield Dwarves, who are more stubborn than Brass Dwarves, are most concerned about the fulfillment of one’s heart’s desire after death.
But if I win.
I want a vial of your blood!
Don’t ask me what I’m coming for, just as long as you’re willing to bet.
Deal?”
(End of chapter)