629.Chapter 627 626 The Day the Closed Beta Ended

Chapter 627 626.The Day the Sealed Test Ended
Murphy smoothly obtained a bottle of blood from Nefertari, which was stored during her lifetime. Although several decades have passed since it was taken out, because of the “freshness” of the spiritual energy, it was enough for Murphy to obtain a complete “Sanghaian biological template”.

Giving her blood to a vampire would be difficult for any sane Sangha member, but the problem was that Nefertari was undead, and she didn’t care much about anything in the present world.

And she was out of her mind.

After a moment of being fooled by Murphy, she happily agreed.

Maybe it was also because Nefertari had seen the bravery of the foreigners, and she decided that these guys would surely do a lot of business, and then her own tiny clan would be able to gain great prestige from it, and with the survival mode of the Sanghai people, as long as there was enough prestige, her own parents would be able to recruit enough new clansmen from the Desert Brigands.

Even his own downtrodden clan might be able to regain the honorary title of Oasis Pharaoh.

This is also a small contribution that Nefertari has made to her family.

She rode her cool Holy Beetle and followed Murphy to the outside of Xike City, just in time to see Phineas appearing in the scarlet with his pantsless demon Feng.

Ah Feng was still a bit confused.

He had been perfecting his studies and lessons in the hut of the dead below the Blood Vulture’s Cloister, only to be forcibly brought here by Missy.

“Hey! Little Mummy, have you thought about it? Want to join this witch’s Red Magic Hall?”

Onii-chan seemed to be familiar with Nefertari.

Upon seeing the Mummy Maiden’s Holy Beetle land on the ground, she asked in a loud voice, only to receive a rather haughty response from the Mummy Magus:

“What kind of shitty organization are you inviting me to join? I’m a reserve god-choice for the Underworld, okay? What is my status, what is your status? I’ll join if you ask me to? Wouldn’t it look like I have no style to casually agree?”

“Cut the crap, just say you’re coming or not?”

Phineas wasn’t good-tempered either.

She strides forward leaning on her night whistling staff to stare at the mummy lady and says:

“You’re going to stay in Transylvania for a long time, and you don’t like to stay with the living, so I invited you because I see you’re lonely and pitiful!

So what if you’re the Chosen of Death?
I still have the Avalon Divine Item inside me, and I love to ignore the God of Nature even when he calls me, so don’t pull any ghost identity in front of me.”

“It’s fine to join.”

Nefertari’s ruby eyes that were used as decorations moved, and she said in a long drawn out voice:
“But how can a mummy magus as powerful as me be subservient? It’s fine for you to be the chief, but I’ll be the vice-chief! And you’ll have to help me build a Tower of the Dead Moon, or in your words, a Mage’s Tower, in the city of Xikor.

But we have a specialized French style over there, so you can’t mess around with it.

I see that the Brotherhood of Stonemasons on your side is quite powerful, they built the Midnight Tower in a very imposing manner, and once the ascension ceremony of Xike City is completed and this place becomes the Second Holy Land, I guess I’ll have to stay here for a long time.

So, I want one too!”

“Alright, alright, I’ll use my own personal money to help you hire an old professor to draw the drawings, and then find a team of laborers to help you build the house, alright?”

Femis said with a reluctant face:

“Then sign a contract with me ‘Midnight Witch’ now and officially join the Red Magic House!”

Missy was also desperate to raise the tone of the psychic organization she had established, and this wasn’t the first time she had pulled in powerful guys to join the Red Magic Hall.

She had also pulled in Tris before, but was decisively rejected by the Spirit Energy Master.

Tris said what’s my status, what’s your status?

I, the Scarlet Witch, joined an unorthodox spiritual energy organization and I’m afraid that if word gets out, I’ll be laughed at by the spiritual energy masters of the entire continent.

Besides, Tris is the Grand Duke of the Blood Vulture, Miss is Count Andromeda, this status is here, you can’t really let the Grand Duke become your subordinate, right?
This is a treacherous sin in vampire society.

So Missy ran to find Velanther, weaving life girl anxious to enter the blood vulture clan “high-end circle” did not refuse.

But the person is a gold class, Missy simply can not command, basically the same as hiring a “watchdog” role.

Now the Red Magic Museum wants to develop and grow, like Julia and Nefertari this kind of head but the strength of the general is the most suitable, so in the mummy lady appeared, Miss has been chasing after her to want her to become her partner in the spiritual energy road.

However, although this Nefertari’s brain was in the water, she was really cunning and managed to withhold a mage tower from Missy… However, Phoebus, can you explain to me what you mean by “personal money”?

The whole of Transylvania is in need of money, and Murphy is in a hurry to go to Her Majesty the Wolf Woman as a dog to exchange for food, how can you, as the number three of the Blood Vulture Clan, still hide your personal money?
In a moment, I will go to the Scarlet Consul to report my own private property.

“Nah, this is your apprentice.”

Murphy patted the dumbfounded Feng on the shoulder and turned back to Nefertari:
“He was originally studying under Bella, but Bella decided that her understanding in necromancy couldn’t carve such a diamond in the rough, so it also wanted to find a powerful mentor for Feng.”

“Yo, a celestial spirit body!”

Mummy Lady circled around Feng a few times as she said:
“I was curious when I saw him before, you Transylvania actually gave birth to this kind of death bellows, you know, even in the Land of Origins, a heavenly-born spiritual body like him has only appeared a meager few times in history.

The one that appeared last time is now my mentor, the High Priest of the Dead Moon, Lord Bayek.

Very well!

Very talented!

This guy is qualified to join the Death Moon Cult, and when we go back to the Land of Origins for debriefing, he’s going to follow me back, and I’m going to introduce him to my mentor.

Maybe I’ll be able to personally train a foreign Death Moon High Priest, ah, it’s exciting to think about it.”

“This is certainly no problem.”

Murphy gave Feng a wink, and the latter nodded slightly.

The situation of the pantsless demon was unique, his current state was basically considered to be permanently bound to the world of Transylvania, to other players it was a game, but to Feng this thing was life.

He also had to plan for his own “career”.

If he can embrace the leg of the Death Moon Sect, he can basically walk across the continent in his life.

“Then, Feng, you can study under Ms. Nefertari.”

Murphy shoved the Book of Necromancy in his hand into Feng’s hand and encouraged him:

“Don’t worry about the field hospital side for the time being, your apprentices are progressing, and I will re-summon you if there is an emergency in the frontline battle.”

This guy, Ah Feng, was also very good at what he did.

Immediately after recognizing his mentor, he gave the Spectral Magic Codex he was carrying as a gift to Mummy Nymphet, but Mummy Nymphet lost interest after flipping through a few pages.

This thing was nothing more than a collection of death spells that Torn Flesh had learned from Dusk, perhaps it was already considered a secret codex for ordinary necromancers, but for other people’s Sangha people, it was simply as worthless as an elementary school student’s textbook.

Not only was it worthless, but it also had a lot of mistakes.

This was probably the result of certain misunderstandings during the dissemination of knowledge, anyway, the first lesson Feng had to learn under Nefertari’s command was to remodel his spiritual structure.

According to the Mummy Lady, the lousy structure that made up Feng’s spiritual body now suppressed a great deal of his potential and had to be torn down and redone!
Wow!
This brain-dead girl is really harsh when it comes to teaching.
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Time passed, and after the “war dogs” recruited by Murphy to Transylvania had gotten used to the rhythm of the real game, the six months of closed beta testing finally came to an end.

Today is February 17th of the 1112th year of the Era Calendar, which is also the day of the end of the closed beta test, and there is a countdown to the server closure in the interface of every player’s computing beads.

It was like a whip urging players who were still roaming around to find a safe archive point and prepare to go offline as soon as possible.

Luckily, the current Transylvania has a variety of transportation options, in addition to the convenient and fast but each time you need to pay gold coins to use the portal, there are also the mountain people set up in various places of the wind buzzard flight point. If you really want to save money, then get on a carrier and run on your own.

For a hundred kilometers, you only need a few bags of oats and a few dozen eggs, plus a bit of fresh meat and a bundle of carrots, and a hunting pony, which is currently the largest carrier in the world, will be happy to take its owner to the nearest archive point.

Murphy had already decentralized the archive point when he had planned the stronghold earlier.

Now, in addition to the Midnight Chamber of Scarlet Fort, there was the Scarlet Fort business district, Morland Village and Batasin City, the first five collective farms, Fort Riptide and Ancestor Woodland, Maginot Defense Line and Smuggler’s Woodland, Wolf Castle, Spectral Shadow Valley, and Baphomet Canyon Camp.

Black Flame Pass would have had an archive site as well.

Lord Heather had already agreed to set aside an area on the position specifically reserved for the foreigners, but considering that a large-scale Black Plague invasion could break out over there at any time, Murphy didn’t set up an archive point there for the time being.

However, the current archive point was already enough to satisfy the players.

The vast majority of the 3,000 players are gathering in Wolf Castle and Shadow Valley to prepare for the next line, but there are also some guys who are more nostalgic and have a sense of strange rituals, and must hurry to return to the “birthplace” before the server closes.

This is just like stopping your character in the catacombs of Deathstroke before the server closes, full of a kind of player’s unique romance.

Anyway, two hours before the server shutdown, Scarlet Fortress, which had already quieted down, once again returned to the previous lively situation, with many players strolling in the greatly changed city, choosing good places to take pictures.

For example, the six guys from the Scarlet Beast Troupe found their sculptures in the city, and each of them took handsome pictures under their own sculptures.

It had to be said that the Stonemason Brotherhood’s craftsmanship was getting more and more exquisite, the guys who currently had their statues erected in the city were all very satisfied, even Master Qin secretly took a few shots of himself and his own sculpture, intending to wash it out as a souvenir after he got offline.

The administrative players were more miserable, they were like the poor social animals before their vacation, and they had to grasp the last time to do the work handover.

All Risk Semi, Dirt Truck Juho and Shovel Man Strike, who were hanging out in the Administration Division, were okay, they were in high positions, but their daily work wasn’t hectic, and it wasn’t much of a problem to hand over to their own department’s permanent undersecretary to take care of them for three days.

But Old Huo, Cat Bunny and Tepal, these guys are not so simple.

They had to put the village in order before going offline, for example, Old Huo had to temporarily entrust the operation of the Treasure Bay to the local deputy village chief he had appointed.

It was even worse on Tepal’s side.

The affairs of Fort Riptide had to be handed over in different categories, plus the fact that the logistics team headed by the Honorable Serak Fender had suddenly resigned a few days ago and lost his mind and ran off to become an apprentice on a halfling airship, resulting in the Riptide Knights’ otherwise perfect logistics now having to be rearranged as well.

But although they had their hands full, the odds were that they were enjoying themselves.

After all, everyone plays the game, the way to enjoy the fun is different, and even the understanding of “fun” is not the same, this is a benevolent to see the wisdom of the thing.

“I got a lot of high-level drawings back from the Black Flame Mountain Pass!”

In the “Hammer of War” workshop, Master Broken Sword patted the dwarven mechanical code box in his hand and said to his oldest brother and the two brothers, Hold and Grow:
“When the beta test opens, our workshop will be awesome, so let’s make all these high-level drawings first, and provide our brothers with more powerful equipment and weapons.

That said, we also need to grab some time to brush up on Lord Heather’s personal reputation, I’m guessing that her side will be directly connected to the Dwarf Forge quest line, which is important for our skill growth! Not being able to be recognized by the Dwarven smiths on this continent can definitely not be considered a true master of the trade.

It’s still a fucking hard standard.”

“Hiromu and Duo Wen will still be practicing hard this time, they plan to practice both combat professions and manufacturing at the same time, saying something about how fighting in one’s own forged gauntlets is what makes blacksmithing romantic, I think they’re just asking for trouble.”

Older Brother Holding reached out and touched the iron felt beside him, skimming his lips:

“I’ll have to try my hand at armor making with psychic alloys after the next time I’m online as well, once the Black Plague starts, the brothers’ equipment needs are bound to skyrocket. There’s also the demand for weapons on the People’s Army’s side, it looks like I’ll have to bring in a few more apprentices.”

“It won’t do for us to keep engaging in handicrafts.”

Brother Growth was thoughtful enough to rub his beard and say:

“We need to find a chance to go to the Xavier family’s workshop to learn from them, I heard that they have started to make armor on a large scale over there, we also need to steal the craft and knock down the price of plate armor! The current plate armor is so expensive, who can afford to use it?

It’s not people-friendly.”

“Ch, why do we still need to find them to learn? It’s not like we don’t have hydraulic forging machines over there.”

Hundred Forge Dama said:
“If it wasn’t for the pandemic sealing off the city, I would have already gone to purchase a one-to-one replica of the real thing. Mrs. Water’s side has started to build a garment factory, so we have to follow suit. Forget it, let’s wait until after the launch.

Brothers, see you in three days!”

After saying that, this guy casually found a place to lie down on the ground, so he went offline.

And in another part of Scarlet Fortress, in the residential area where the Avalon Church clergy lived, in the third-floor room of a certain building, Niu Niu was saying goodbye to his own paparazzi wife.

Uh, looking at Ambrosia’s blushing face and disheveled appearance, Bull must have done something bad just now, and may have received some “secret method” enhancement from Smoky Sang and Woo Meow Brother.

“I don’t believe that Lord Murphy can keep our Bull locked up.”

The vampire sword guard sat on a chair, embracing his own darling, he said viciously:

“When the day comes to let go, I’ll eat you like a little goblin!”

“Hmph.”

To this, Miss Ambrosia responded with a condescending grunt as she gasped for air, leaned against Bull’s chest, and whispered:

“You’ll be back in three days, won’t you? Will you suddenly get sick of everything here at some point and choose to leave for good? Lord Murphy once said that you are free and cannot be bound by otherworldly summoning spells.

Will you leave me here alone?”

“What nonsense!”

Bull was upset and hugged the beauty in his arms tightly.

He lowered his head and kissed on An Bo’s long hair, this girl originally wasn’t this kind of hairstyle, it was Bull who said one time that he liked girls with long hair, so An Bo grew her hair, these details were hidden in the plot, but it was enough to make a wave of touching in Bull’s heart.

He said:

“I’m going to live here until I die of old age, even if I can only meet you with a helmet, no dangerous things in these three days, do you hear me? Settle down here and wait for me to come back.”

“Uh-huh.”

Ambrosia raised her head, the two of them looked at each other and once again proclaimed the parting moment with a passionate kiss, and as time passed by in the quiet beauty of a minute, the Scarlet Fortress also quieted down little by little.

The otherworldly spirits would leave this place for the time being, but they would soon return to continue their unfinished business.

Countdown 15 seconds .
“mua~”

As Happy Stick watched dumbfounded, Merliah pushed him into a chair, followed by an intimate, deep kiss like he’d never had before to give Stick a straight up whole won’t.

“Lord Murphy gave me a secret mission.”

Merliah whispered in Stick’s ear:
“He asked me to hold you in Transylvania no matter what, I shouldn’t have to tell you this, but this is the last chance, my lord, for you to never come back. But I believe that if you choose to come to this world again, then you cannot leave me.

Is your heart beating so violently from joy?”

“Me.”

“Pop.”

Stick’s eyes went black, as if the whole world had left him alone
Server downtime is here!

(End of chapter)