Chapter 63 – 62 – Brother Meow rides into the enemy’s camp alone, showing off his warrior’s style.
Chapter 63 62. Brother Woo Meow rides into the enemy camp alone, showing off his warrior demeanor [260].
(For brother ‘Newbie Village Chief Tepal’ [2/5]. The name is too long for the title!)
At night time, after most of the players went offline, Murphy wandered to the front of the defense line of the “Cadmanian Self-Rescue Army” in the city, and Maxim immediately came forward to report the situation for him.
This loyal servant has been here for the past few days, after many battles, his temperament has changed significantly, more calm and stern than before, his gaze is also sharper, the whole person is like a sheathed sword.
“Looks like you’re already close to the black iron rank.”
Murphy looked him up and down and said:
“Ready for your own trial of strength?”
“There are no suitable opponents even now, my lord; there are no Black Iron-ranked individuals among the Starworld beasts in the outer city, and they have been nearly slain by your prim and fearless warriors.”
Maxim sighed and said:
“My challenge trial can only come later, but Lord Murphy, the outer city has been largely scoured by your warriors, except for those too deep into the edges.
Thanks to their markers, the collectors of the survivor camps managed by Miriam were also able to find a great deal of supplies from the ruins of the city that could still be used.
I think that the search operation can come to an end.”
He pointed at the black snow that kept falling around him.
These strange phenomena that occurred after the Astral Realm’s spiritual energy came into contact with the material world were the same as before, dissipating when they landed, making this ruin as if it was shrouded in a blanket of snow, which was quite a bit bleak.
He said:
“Lady Tris says that the intensification of the black snow means a return of astral psychic energy, and that this catastrophe is almost over, so perhaps we should move on to the next step as well, burning away these shadowy shrouds to allow your grand plan to move forward.”
Speaking of which, Maxim lowered his voice and said to Murphy:
“The survivors are grateful to you now, and when they see the misery of the inner city with their own eyes, they’ll realize they’ve lost their old masters, and they need a new one.
My Lord! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”
“Hmm?”
Murphy looked at Maxim in surprise, he said suspiciously:
“That doesn’t sound like something you could say, who taught you that?”
“Uh.”
The loyal servant said with some embarrassment and some deflation:
“It was Miriam, I talked to her about the current situation, and she parsed your strategy for me so that I was able to know what you were thinking.”
“The relationship between the two of you is finally not saber rattling, and you have finally learned to work together.”
Murphy grinned, looking at the ruins of the city in front of him under the dim night, he was silent for a few seconds and said:
“The next round will begin tomorrow night, Mark, there’s nothing in these ruins now, but it will soon be the starting point for our new endeavors. We will make a name for ourselves, we will make a name for ourselves!
It starts right here.”
“I don’t doubt that for a moment, Lord Murphy.”
Loyal Maxim bowed his head as he spoke in a hushed voice:
“Any enemy that tries to stand in the way of your great plans will be removed by my own hand, such is the honor that belongs to the loyal.”
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Brother Woo Meow’s character lay on the crate all night, and by the time he came online the next day after he had finished the daily business of his small company, the harnessed driver hired from the survivor’s camp had delivered him to the road outside the village of Moorland, as requested.
It was still some distance from the village, but the harnessman said nothing more than he refused to go past it.
Witch hunters had a bad reputation in Transylvania.
Though they claimed to be destroying vampires, their relentless slaughter of vampire worshippers made the people here look at them as if they were looking at something even more horrible than vampires.
“Rest here by yourself and pull me back when I come out, don’t worry, the witch hunters won’t give you a hard time.”
Brother Woo Meow jumped down from the car and casually took a few coins and handed them to the harness.
The generous offer filled that old harnesser with joy.
I had long heard from the people in the camp that Lord Murphy’s warriors had no concept of money at all, and as long as they were pleased, it was possible to reward them with a few gold coins!
Today, he saw that it was true, although these few silver coins were not much, they were enough for him to get a new car and an old horse.
After pacifying the driver, Brother Meow Meow adjusted his armor and weapon, and after just two steps he stopped and frowned for a while, he simply left his armor and weapon on the wagon, wearing a set of linen clothes and holding the replica of Avalon’s Holy Blade, which was labeled as a quest item, he swaggered towards the village of Moorland in front of him.
A few witch hunters on sentry duty outside the village quickly spotted the fellow.
He approached with his hands held high, still shouting in an odd accent in his newly learned Transylvanian colloquialisms that he meant no harm.
The hunting crossbows in the hands of the hidden scouts were already aimed, needing only a flurry of rounds to take the vampire wannabe away, but soon Natalie stepped out of the village.
The huntress recognized Brother Woo Meow instantly!
This was the same guy who had wounded Potter with a pitchfork earlier, and they had nothing to do with Old Joe’s death!
There was a surge of anger in this instant, but thinking of the War Chief’s instructions, Natalie took a deep breath to suppress her hatred.
Brother Woo Meow also recognized Natalie, he didn’t expect to meet her here.
This gray-haired Demon Hunter Hime looked like she was still an important NPC, and the other party’s icy cold eyes made Brother Whoop Meow panic for a moment, he immediately used the translation function of the Operational Treasure Pearl to explain:
“That companion of yours wasn’t killed by us, he bled to death on his own, we thought he was a warrior, so we also specially buried his body alone in the village to get him a simple tombstone.”
He said:
“After we asked Miriam, we buried his weapon with him as is your tradition.”
“I know.”
Natalie said in a grim tone:
“Otherwise you wouldn’t have gotten here at all! But you idiots almost caused a major disaster by burying the bodies together, didn’t your vampire masters tell you that you can’t just bury corpses in a war-torn land?”
“Huh?”
Brother Woo Meow was confused by the heckling of the neutral NPC in front of him, but as he walked into the village he quickly realized what was happening.
Even though the Ghoul’s Nest that was used to bury the bodies in the village that led to it had been blown up, the bodies of those ghastly white creatures with bizarre forms and rotting appearances that still had grotesque claws piled up together immediately made Brother Woo Meow’s face turn pale.
It was mostly the smell vomit.
“The war-torn land will trigger a temporary gathering of death spirit energy, and burying corpses randomly in this situation will create monsters like ghouls, this is new information!
Hurry up and write it down and post it on the forums water a post.”
He turned his face away from the other side of the room to make a mental note of the information, and then saw Natalie push open a door and make a “please” motion to him.
Brother Meow Meow immediately realized that the hidden quest he had triggered with the Holy Blade he had seized from Natalie was probably going to be completed in Natalie’s place as well.
He skimmed his lips and strutted into the house.
Then, he saw the three “old acquaintances” in front of him, Norman, Porter, and Ambrosia from Natalie’s team looking at Brother Meow with a very unfriendly gaze.
He realized it was bad and wanted to run. But the door behind him slammed shut.
Natalie, with her fists clenched, blocked the doorway, and in the next instant, the four NPCs on the player interface, which had been displayed as “neutral”, lit up their blood bars in unison.
Just like a standard and fucked up ghost story.
“F*ck! You guys don’t speak martial arts!”
Brother Woo Meow had just shouted when he was punched in the face.
His entire body tumbled to the ground in a daze, and was then mounted by Ambos to pummel him left and right.
Just because the War Leader had ordered them not to harm this vampire wannabe who had come running for answers didn’t mean that the witch hunters couldn’t take out some of the anger in their hearts ahead of time.
Natalie’s squad was down to the four of them because of Murphy’s death, and the fact that they hadn’t stabbed Brother Woo Meow as soon as they met already showed that they were obeying orders.
However, Brother Woo Meow was not unprepared.
This cunning sociopath had minimized his pain perception through his gaming helmet before entering the camp, and now don’t look at him screaming miserably, but it only showed that Brother Whoop Meow was a good actor.
It was several minutes before the battered and bruised man struggled to get up from the ground, and the four witch hunters stopped, pinching their hands quite delicately, leaving just a hint of bloody skin on Brother Woo Meow.
“Fuck, this plot over this shit game is always too real in odd places.” He spat viciously, climbed up and sat on a chair and wiped the blood from the side of his nostrils, and that bachelor’s breath didn’t care about anything else when it came up, he looked viciously at the four people in front of him.
Lao Zi beat up also received, you guys also out of gas, it should say the main thing, right?
“Pah!”
The cloth-wrapped replica of the Avalon Sacred Blade was slapped on the table, and Brother Woo Meow said with a permeable mouth:
“Can someone please tell me what this thing really represents in your part of the world? Did your gods really bless it? And what exactly do I have to do to use it?”
“And you want to use our holy blade?”
Scout Ambo sneered as the petite girl said:
“While the holy blades crafted by the Elder Council’s smiths themselves are not miraculous objects, they are only wielded by recognized warriors, and you’re just being delusional.”
“If you really want to use this holy blade.”
Next to the one-armed veteran Porter in the last deadly battle was wounded in the throat, this will not be fully recovered, said the speech is very dry like stone rubbing, he sneered:
“Join the old religion first, but you’ll probably have to go back ten years.”
“Ding.”
Before Brother Woo Meow could reply, another line of prompts popped up on the player interface:
[Important information has been collected, the preconditions for the use of the Avalon Blessing Blade have been clarified, please continue exploring].
“Hey, it’s working!”
He was delighted in his heart and asked again:
“So are there any requirements to join your group? Do you have to go through special rituals?”
“Huh?”
A few veterans were not going to be whole by Brother Woo Meow’s response.
They exchanged glances with each other.
Thinking to themselves, did they just hit too hard and knocked this vampire wannabe silly? How dare you be interested in this information. You are really not afraid of being lit up by your vampire master!
“Say it! I’m waiting here to hear it! Why are you mute?”
Seeing that everyone was silent, Brother Woo Meow immediately prodded.
“Yeah, say something, I’m waiting to hear it here too.”
Murphy, who was far away from Cadman City and was “shamelessly peeking at the screen” with the core pearl in his hand, also urged in his heart.
He didn’t care what kind of career path his little player chose in the future.
In any case, the authority to “disconnect” is with him, and if Brother Meow Meow can really get the career system and transfer information of the old religion this time, Murphy will also give him a big reward.
After all, an absolutely real game should be able to provide players with enough career choices in order to reflect its ultra-high degree of freedom, and at present in this regard, Murphy as the representative of the “development team” is still relatively lacking.
The main reason is that the power system of the Blood Vulture Clan is not suitable for players at all, Murphy would not mind turning some of the small players into vampires after the main line – the prologue is completed.
But they don’t even have a physical body, how can they change races?
The vampire’s first embrace also needs to use blood should he travel to another world, find their original body and give them a bite, so as to make a whole Urban Legend of I am a Vampire?
“Are you serious?”
Natalie, who was hugging her arms, looked at the whimpering brother in front of her as she said in a sarcastic tone:
“The old religion is already over the top on the continent, there is no one who wishes to join us, let alone you being a vampire wannabe . You need to figure out your situation!
I don’t care if you ran here to provoke, or if you really have plans to defect, but you took this step, huh, there’s no way to turn back.”
“I am absolutely loyal to Murphy-sama, mutiny and whatnot doesn’t exist at all, as long as this premise remains unchanged, then the power I use is just a tool to achieve my allegiance.
Only people harm people, where there is a sword that harms people?
Therefore, if you dare to teach me, I dare to learn!”
The whimpering brother who had been beaten up was unusually honorable, and spoke his thoughts over and over again causing the witch hunters to gnash their teeth.
To people with faith like them, this practice of using the power of faith as a tool like Woo Meow was simply much more detestable than a vampire.
It was downright blasphemous.
Natalie, however, looked at Brother Whoop Meow with a subtle gaze, and after a moment, she unhooked a wooden figurine from her own belt and tossed it to him, saying:
“Find a patch of woodland, prepare incense, bay leaves and a basket of berries, light the incense and bay leaves when the galactic starlight of the Lower Sigmoid Moon appears, serve the berries, and call upon the divine name of Avalon with the nature statue.
I am also curious to see if Avalon will bless you.”
“Ding.”
Another prompt caused Brother Whoopie to scan the interface.
[Access to key transfer item, hidden quest – Shadow of the Old Religion advances to the next stage, please follow the prompts to complete the appropriate transfer by yourself or another tester.
Hidden Quest Final Reward: In-game testing of a brand new career system opens!
“Holy shit!”
Brother Woo Meow exclaimed in his heart.
He lamented that he had definitely discovered something extraordinary with this wave, worthy of being a hidden quest, it was so damn powerful! Directly messing up a set of transfer trees!
This game really did give all these details a specialized background and plot advancement.
Fine!
The development team is really fine ah.
He stood up and pointed at the Avalon Holy Blade replica on the table again and said to Natalie:
“Aren’t you going to take this back? It must be quite valuable, right? You can take it if you want, I can’t use it anyway.”
“That was taken from me by Murphy! You’re just his lapdog, and taking my stuff back from you only means I’m bullying.”
Natalie said waving her hand:
“Take my sword and get lost, I’ll come after you for it after I take down your master.”
“Hmph, if you want to hurt Lord Murphy, you’ll have to go through us first! You gray-haired henchman!”
Throwing down a harsh sentence, the snotty Brother Woo Meow picked up the Sacred Blade replica and limped away from the house like a rabbit, leaving the village again under the unkind gaze of the other witch hunters.
“Why? Natalie.”
Scout Ambo asked, somewhat puzzled:
“We were merciful enough not to kill him, why would you give the nature statue to that damned vampire wannabe?”
Natalie didn’t answer right away, she just watched Brother Woo Meow’s figure disappear into the entrance of the village, before she took her companion by the shoulders and whispered to her:
“Avalon stopped responding to us a long time ago.
What’s the harm in trying when we haven’t grown a single one in an entire decade and have reached the brink of extinction? You know what these guys are really like underneath their disguises.
If it doesn’t work out there’s nothing to lose, but if it does, how can a vampire tolerate his servants using the power of nature? That vampire Murphy would kill him brutally!
There would then be a gap between him and his otherworldly warriors.
I’m not being merciful at all, Ambrose.
I’m vicious.
I used the little life of this pugnacious huffer as leverage to carry out my little revenge on the vampire, and, hopefully, his soul will rest in peace.”
These words were heard in the ears of Murphy, who was peeping in the whole time, through the arithmetic treasure beads of Brother Woo Meow, who had not yet gone far away, making the vampire’s expression change into a rather subtle one, hey, you witch hunters one and all are still weirdly good at what you do.
I’m starting to feel guilty for my previous behavior of pitting you guys. Only strange ah!
Bullying fools like this is immoral, but it’s only flavorful enough for vampires with no bottom line ah.
Apostle of Shadows : Horst is terrified of death, a shortcoming he must correct in order to survive in a world where steam and mystery resonate. So he decides to die a few more times. Once you get used to dying, you won’t be afraid of it.
(End of chapter)