628. Chapter 626: 625 We have decided to rename Xike City as “Zao”.

Chapter 626 625.We have decided to rename Xike City as “The Secret House of Creation” -2024 first time added [33].

Counting the “game opened” to the current occupation system, Murphy had to admit, the current small players receive a variety of combat knowledge are mostly “wild”.

In addition to the vampire players can contact the blood vulture clan’s orthodox combat skills inculcation, choose other professions of the player is basically difficult to find a unified “skill progression mode”, take the death faction, the birth of this faction originated from the small rich brother and the old Huo in the “rat king doomsday The birth of this faction came from the lucky play of Xiao Fu Ge and Lao Huo in the “Rat King Doomsday” copy of the “Rat King”.

They killed the Rat King Witzig and retrieved the Book of Darkness and Demise, which introduced the profession of coffin-carrier into the game.

But that book of evil written by the ancestors of the goatman is more for the understanding and strengthening of spells and trickery, the back coffin man this kind of cultists in the alien is completely incidental to say a few strokes.

Later this profession “salty fish turn” also rely on Hogg in the smuggler woodland “trafficking” elite skeleton army and down the Wolf Castle, rescued necromancers and Underworld Knights, only to use the power of death to these small players to bring the knowledge of more can learn.

However, it seems to be enhanced several times, but only from the plague jackal to pick up the edge of the small sesame seeds, belong to the person who has been changed several times the knowledge can not be expected to be so subtle.

Especially for an orthodox deathwalker like Nefertari, the necromantic spells that the players performed for her in the Valley of Shadows seemed to her to be nothing more than juggling tricks. Well, it was a very sad thing no matter which way you looked at it.

Therefore, in the game changes since the beta, each profession “orthodox” is Murphy has been pursuing the goal, not only to find Nefertari to the death apprentices as a teacher master by the way to open the shaman inheritance.

He also wants to let Tris, Phoebus and Julia rewrite the spell knowledge textbook for psychics, and introduce it to Transylvania through Lord Vam’s Berserker Church, so that the melee fighters can also have a relatively orthodox teaching.

Murphy had even made a deal with Captain Bloody Pablo and Earl Andre of the White Mountains before, and when the internal testing phase began, the Blood Fear and Thorn clans would have to specially deploy their outstanding members to be in charge of the novice skill development of the hunters and assassins among the players.

We can’t keep having Dorothy and the Blood Rats help with this kind of thing.

Dorothy was an explorer by nature, although her assassin skills were also good, but it was really just for self-defense, belonging to the kind of stealth and self-protection ability to point full, but the assassin’s style of killing a man at ten steps was not able to learn a little bit of the essence at all.

Of course, skills this kind of thing in the real world is always difficult to quantify, this is not a real game after all, and players have their own specialties and shortcomings, it is impossible to learn all the skills.

For example, Lord Kudel’s series of winning chopping techniques, so far the only one who mastered them skillfully was Cat.

This thing was just like the martial arts secrets, it was all about talent.

Therefore, Murphy’s “professional formalization” promotion is more on the basic skills, to give the small players to cultivate a solid enough foundation, as for which direction they want to focus on the development of that is not Murphy need to worry about.

He is just the administrator.

He is not a nanny.

At this point in the night in Westcott City, Murphy had promised Nephthali two sets of Creator Legacies as tuition, which had gotten the Mummy Lady to agree to work two jobs at once for the Governor General.

But Mummy Lady had something to say about that too.

Although she is a spirit of the dead do not have to consider the problem of rest, but a person’s energy is always limited, especially in the case that she is also responsible for the stability of the city of Xike, teaching shaman can barely do heart, but also as a tutor of the dead is unlikely to be able to engage in “full-time teaching”.

“I have seen the fighting style of the death power users under your command in the Valley of Shadows before, and I have to admit that although their inheritance is incomplete, they can indeed use a few percent of their power, and probably because of the lack of supplemental death spirit energy spells, they are all specialized in the manipulation of the undead.

This is actually quite a good solution la.”

Mummy Lady sat grumpily on the steps of the Broken Church, waving her bandaged and oddly scented hands as if they were perfumed, and said to Murphy, who was sitting beside her:

“Among those powers that can be taught in the Cult of the Dead Moon is the learning of undead manipulation and constructs, and I don’t think you need to make them work hard at learning necromancy, it’s a matter of aptitude with this stuff.

They are living beings, with life force flowing through their bodies, they are doomed to not be able to perfectly harness death psychic energy, so might as well strengthen the strengths they already have now well.

The Death Pact thing would be great.

It’s quick and effective, but the problem is that the number of undead you can contract to your warriors is too small.

It’s all about the skeleton army variety, which is at the bottom of the list of Underworld creatures, but of course, if they can get enough Underworld breath to fortify their skeleton army into skeleton warriors or skeleton kings, that’s a different story.”

The mummified cleric took out a large thick leather book from his traveling bag, the thing looked extremely imposing with a dark gold skeleton inlaid on its cover.

She slipped it into Murphy’s hand and said:
“This is my own Book of Necromancy, a complete list of creatures of the Underworld and detailed explanations of manipulation techniques copied from the Eternal Library, which contains the cultivation and contracting methods for everything from Ghostfire to Ghouls to Ironclad Zombies and Dead Scorpion Warriors and Mummy Guards.

Take it to them and have them transcribe it, just remember to transcribe it to the mummy guards.

This thing was the highest level of dead spirit that a Silver ranked Dead Manipulator could contract, any higher than that and they would have to enter the realm of the Golden One and rely on the Transcendent Laws of Death to complete the soul contract, that realm was too far away for them to consider for now.

In addition, I myself am a master of undead tectonics and have learned many powerful tectonics from my mentor.

If your warriors have a need in this area, I can teach them to use psychic bones to create Underworld War Dogs and White Bone Crawlers, put together Deadland Slaughterers from the remains of the treated dead, and even various models of Ancient Tomb Destroyers.

And you know what the best part is?

Lord Murphy.”

Nefertari opened her arms as if to embrace the ruins of Syco before her.

She said in a cheerful tone that shouldn’t belong to the dead:
“Everything the Undead Constructors need can be found in the city of Xike! This city is nothing short of a great cemetery for the dead manipulators’ greatest desires! If they look hard enough, they can put together an army of constructs just from the scraps that can be found in this city!

Even given enough time, I could build a terrifying Death Titan here!

That’s the king unit of the Death Moon Sect’s Undead Constructs.”

“That sounds strong, worthy of the absolute orthodoxy of the Underworld Scholarship.”

Murphy flipped through Nefertari’s Book of Necromancy, checking out the strange illustrations and ritualistic descriptions on those records, and he had the intention of dropping it on the forums as a “development material”, which might make a few more apprentices for the now-declining Death Faction.

However, his Excellency was more concerned with practicality than orthodoxy.

So he asked in a low voice:
“If . I mean if, the Black Plague broke through the Maginot Line and killed Transylvania, and you were still here at that time, would you alone be able to raise the sea of undead that blocked the Jackals?”

“Wow, you really dare to think!”

Mummy Lady was amused.

This brain-dead guy showed a strange expression on his own bandage-wrapped face as she stood up, patted Murphy’s shoulder with a big grin, and said:

“I can awaken many, many dead spirits, but my spiritual power is limited, and there are only a few hundred heads of dead spirits that I can perfectly manipulate at a time.

Of course if I can utilize some of the holy relics of the Underworld, such as the War Banner of the Liege King, then I can indeed harness an invincible army of death in a short period of time.

The minute the enemy’s power diminishes, the stronger my army becomes.

However, the problem is that those holy relics of the underworld are not allowed to be taken away from the Land of Origin, you understand, right?

To be honest we Sanghai people have little interest in the historical changes of the continent, occasionally some roamers will record the stories of their journeys, but that’s just a record not any idea of getting involved.

Whether you call us arrogant or indifferent, the greatest and only mission of the Songhai people is to guard the legacy of the Creator in the world!

Therefore both the Kings of the Underworld and the Holy Spirits of the Sun need to shoulder their duties in the Land of Origin, and if the Evil Gods of the Outer Worlds still try to desecrate the Creator’s legacy, then all the forces of the Land of Origin will become their enemies.

In this regard, the Sangha were fearless!

Moreover, we have a sacred ancient covenant with the Ancient Kingdom of Calum, and in the event of an attack on the Land of Origin, the Dragon Emperor’s armies will also join the war.

This is probably because during the first expedition at the beginning of the Era, our ancestors and the Kalem ancestors exchanged their knowledge of each other’s learning, I’m still young, I haven’t been to the far eastern lands yet, but I’ve heard that the Dragon Emperor also has an army of death under his command that is strong enough to topple the world. Their philosophy is very similar to our Sanghai people, and the concept of balance between yin and yang that they pursue is exactly similar to the Sanghai people’s quest to reconcile the dead moon with the fiery sun.

Hey, it really isn’t for nothing that we can be friends with them!”

“Well, you Sanghai people are so awesome.”

Governor Murphy was not shy about sending rainbow farts, and then asked with a “false sense of humility”:

“But haven’t you guys ever thought of creating an artifact that can manipulate the undead on a large scale? For example, a crown that could be worn to become the ruler of all the living dead, sitting on some ego-enhancing throne that could remotely manipulate the rest of the continent’s dead even from the land of origins!
Sounds cool and practical, doesn’t it?”

“Uh.”

If Nefertari didn’t have actual eyes, she’d probably be rolling her eyes to spit by now.

She said:

“Your kind of damned ideas are required to be mummified and chewed on by holy beetles for a thousand years in the Holy City of the Moon! The awakened undead have a will of their own, that is the last freedom granted to them by the Underworld!
How can we, the Gatekeepers of the Underworld, disregard the freedom of the dead and force them into slavery?

That’s something only a cultist would do.

What’s more, the Kings of the Underworld won’t allow us to do anything we don’t want to do, and if we really dare to forge an evil artifact like that, it’s expected that the entire Underworld army of the Land of Origin will gather to topple the Lunar Sacred City.

I can understand that the hierarchy of the dead does have a strong overtones of dominance in the eyes of you living, but that is the traditional culture of our dead, not mandatory slavery.

Anyway, you can keep your bad thoughts to yourself.

I’m in over my head thinking it’s just a bit of a lame idea, but if any other Death Walker hears about it, odds are you’re going to be on the ‘eternal bounty’ list just like your sultry girlfriend.”

“Okay, okay, I was just asking off the top of my head, nothing more.”

Murphy waved his hand.

He quickly received a message from Phimis and got up to Nefertari:

“Your first Transylvanian apprentice is already outside the city, want to go with me to greet him? By the way, can I have a ride on your three-headed dog?”

“Go ahead and try if you’re not afraid of being bitten by a Sanchez.”

Mummy Lady exploded when she heard that the damn vampire was going to ride her beloved three-headed dog, and she screamed:

“I’ll give you this, your little body can’t withstand the multiple bites of Sanchez, although he’s only a pup, he has a noble bloodline, his mother is the current King of the Three Headed Dogs, Her Excellency Peleus!

That’s my mentor’s guardian of the Underworld.

Back then, your reckless girlfriend was almost bitten to death by a bite from Her Excellency Peleus! If you dare to bully Sanchez, just watch out for every cold wind that blows behind you.”

“Alright, don’t get mad if you don’t ride.”

Murphy spread his wings and hung in the air, waiting for Mummy Lady to ride in her three-headed dog royal carriage.

But Sanchez would have already gone to sleep this time, Nefertari didn’t disturb her partner, instead she touched out a strange crystal rubbed a few times on it and threw it on the ground, along with the buzzing sound, that crystal melted fast, at the same time, a big round and rolled bug like a beetle appeared in front of her eyes.

This bug was obviously domesticated.

It was big in size.

There was a beautiful black-golden shell and terrifying pincer-like mouthparts, and there were black spikes on its head like a battle halberd, and the whole thing was like a halberd big-doodle bug that had been enlarged more than a dozen times, and the sharp horns from the tail to the top of its head were more than three meters long, but the bug’s closed wings had eerie moon patterns on them.

On its body was placed a very beautiful and very majestic saddle, on its head was fixed with a special technique a small golden crown, beside the saddle there were two banners, one was the Death Moon’s emblematic battle flag, the other had a marvelous pattern on it, which was probably the symbol of the Pom Clan that Nefertari came from.

There was also such a pattern on Nefertari’s robes.

“This bug is a Sacred Beetle?”

Murphy asked as he watched curiously as Nefertari mounted the saddle divinely, grabbed the reins again, and took off with the beetle buzzing:

“I’ve long heard that the Sanghai people are very fond of the Holy Beetle, and it is said that each of your adult clansmen has a Holy Beetle of their own, both as a vehicle for transportation and as a fighting partner?”

“Well, the Sacred Beetle is the best friend of the Songhai people!”

Mummy Lady said proudly:

“My Saint Beetle ‘Pumbaa’ was the first place winner of the Saint Beetle Competition forty-five years ago! See its crown, that’s the symbol of its status as a ‘Champion Bug’.

In fact, Pumbaa was supposed to die with me and be reborn in the underworld as a more powerful Dead Moon Sacred Beetle, but I couldn’t bear to let it go to the grave with me, so I secretly released it into the desert three days before I died of illness.

As it turned out, the silly thing stayed by my grave until six years later when I was chosen by my mentor to become an apprentice and it happily accompanied me again.

Pumbaa’s life expectancy is almost up.

Perhaps in a few years, it too will walk into the underworld then accompany me forever.”

“Did you die of illness?”

Murphy whispered:
“I thought you volunteered to be part of the Death Moon cult.”

“I haven’t been in good health since I was a child, I could always dream of many things in the Underworld, my father had the priests come to see me and they said that I was born chosen by death and destined to return to the Underworld and then be resurrected again.”

Talking about her death, Nefertari didn’t have much sadness, she said in a tone that was so open-minded that it had no heart:
“The truth is as the priests expected, I died when I was twenty-four years old, and I didn’t even fall in love, how pitiful. Then after six years of death I was resurrected by my mentor himself, and the day I became a mummified priest, my tribe celebrated me, and my father and mother saw me as the hope of revitalizing the tribe.

Mind you, my tribe used to be one of the sixty-six families that had an audience with the Creator, it was quite a prominent one, but unfortunately it was implicated by the damned Mamluk warlord rebellion three hundred years ago.

Alas, my brain is not suited for politics, and my mentor won’t let me get involved in the complicated relationship between the Pharaohs and the Pharaoh King, so I really don’t know how to revitalize my tribe yet.”

“Ah, this is simple!”

Murphy brightened up and said:
“Give me a drop of your blood, if you still have it, I can let some foreigners enter this world as warriors of your Pom tribe, and then when they do the legendary deeds they can proclaim their prowess in the name of your tribe.

You see, your tribe can gain great prestige without having to pay a sacrifice, how wonderful.”

“Huh-uh-uh-uh!”

Mummy Lady exclaimed:
“You crooked hiss, you don’t say, it does have a few maneuverability points! Does it really only take a few drops of blood? It’s our custom to keep a vial of blood in the catacombs, and I still have it with me.”

“Well, you’ll just have to wait and see, of course, these foreigners will be under your command, I mean you’ll have to carry the load for them if they get into trouble, but with your scary background hey, it’s no big deal.”

Ps:

I’ve maxed out the fanfic, but there’s still no way to fix this “rogue AI”, and I’ve already instructed the Operations Officer to prepare to ban these shameless assholes from who knows where. I know that the development of technology is a good thing, but I really didn’t think it would be used for this.
These days there are still 15 chapters of allies to add more, the specific day is hard to say, but 1-7 are double monthly votes, so brothers do not need to save, have a direct vote on the OK.

(End of chapter)