Chapter 706: 705 Book of Hate Murphy Edition, Activation!

Chapter 706 705.Book of Hate – Murphy Edition, Activate!

Murphy quickly returned to Fort Courage with the players who had had a good time hacking and slashing, and these guys had chopped up quite a lot.

After all, it was the elite voodoo army that was dedicated to defending Splintered Claw, and the equipment that fell from each member was very gold, the only pity was that the armor that was pulled off was “exclusive to jackals”, and players of other races had no way to use it.

These things are not made of steel protective gear, even the blacksmiths are not able to start to modify, but taking into account that there will certainly be jackal players, so in advance these equipment can be sold for a few dollars.

The Transylvania Tavern App already has a wired equipment trading platform, and the good stuff in players’ hands can finally circulate, which is an epic boost for the preservation of equipment in the Real Otherworld.

The only thing I regret is that the Splintered Claw Host Mother’s drop was grossed out by Lord Murphy.

But this is also understandable, after all, split claw mother is Lord Murphy summoned the mighty star demigods to kill, players did not even have time to play an assist to rub a damage, not even effective damage, people BOSS drop certainly will not have their share.

This is the only thing that makes the players dissatisfied after this cool and crazy counterattack revenge, but considering that the equipment of “Real Other World” will not suddenly disappear as long as it is generated, these equipments may be able to return to the players’ hands in the form of quest rewards in the future as well.

Of course, the players’ happiness and sadness were destined to be short-lived.

The deaths and injuries of the players in the Black Flame Pass incident were once again very heavy, two-thirds of the brothers and sisters went offline to receive their meals because of various reasons, and they were about to discuss the matter of the rewards, so it was estimated that they would have to wait until three days later when everyone was resurrected to talk about it.

But for the NPCs, the death of Splintered Claw’s mother was a really big deal.

In particular, Murphy also brought back the contents of the war vehicle that was weathered and destroyed by Mannis with the “Poison of Time”, and that rather chic Jeweled Skull Throne of the Splintered Claw Mother was left by Murphy in the hall of the main building of the Fortress of Courage.

Under the watchful eyes of Avalon, Sue and Wam’s followers, and the warriors of the Black Flame Pass, Murphy took out the chest, took out Potana’s head and placed it on top of the throne.

At this instant, even the most resolute, low-profile and stoic Blood Alliance knights and Winter Wolf ascetics couldn’t help but let out a cheer.

This was the head of a jackal and wolf Great Chief!

Even in the last Black Plague that spread throughout the world, such a capture was by no means unusual, and Portana’s death and the destruction of the Splintered Claw army were enough to console the dead and wounded of the Black Flame Mountain Pass.

“Both will be sent first to the Valley of Shadows to console the war dead and survivors, and then they will be returned here and placed permanently in Fort Courage.”

Murphy turned back to the three Guardians of the Faith, Eugene Sr, Master Yuri, and Vam Berserker Warrior Chief Floyd Gordonus:

“They will serve as a final reminder of the War of the Black Flame Pass, and along with the Blood Banner, will become a sacred relic of war deep within Fort Courage, but I think you should know what that means.”

“Yes, we know.”

Old Eugene said as he traced religious symbols across his chest to claim the name of Avalon:

“The Splintered Claw Clan is still around, and their vengeance will come with greater fury and ruthlessness, and once the news of the existence of Potana’s head and her Chieftain’s Throne here comes to light, Fort Courage will be shaken and threatened as never before.

With the Black Flame Pass having been flattened and destroyed, this will become the only stronghold and fortress of the civilized camp in the Dark Mountains.

It’s like the only light located ahead in the tide of darkness.”

“Fort Courage may be destroyed in the war, and we may be reduced to dust in the first wave of the Split Claw Clan’s attack.”

Master Yuri, the head monk of the Eye of the Wolf God sect, reached out and touched the jackal skull that had lost all its power, and he seemed to be filled with courage because of it, as he chanted Sue’s name and whispered:

“Fort Courage will carry supreme honor because of this, but we will also suffer a terrible threat because of this, yet we all know that this is absolutely necessary for the war to follow.”

“Then let them come!”

Vam’s followers were truly extraordinary.

Warrior Chief Frode laughed and spread his arms wide as the barbarian fierce warrior from Ice Bay shouted with a voice like thunder:
“All the lads throughout Ice Bay will aspire to gain their glory in Fort Courage, and every barbarian warrior with a questing heart will aspire to leave their legends here. Here will begin a bloodbath of madness enough to please Varm for a thousand years, and I cannot wait to see it come to pass!

This place will be the Berserker’s altar of war!

I have glimpsed the future that will be filled with iron and blood, and I will send out a request to the Masters of War at the Temple of the Berserkers, where the wildest and angriest of Ice Bay’s Berserkers and Shieldmaidens will gather!

Ah, the good times, the most glorious age of war as signaled in the Dream of Vam, will begin at last!”

The roar of this barbarian warrior-chief not only made the two Guardians of the Faith next to him look at each other in disbelief.

It even left Murphy a little speechless, but you can’t really say that when a crazy war is about to begin, having a topsy-turvy berserker god like Vam beside you is really eerily reassuring.

Even when everyone was laying down their weapons, this guy and His entourage would fight with enthusiasm until the day the world ended.

“You, Governor Murphy of the Transylvanians!”

Warrior chief Frode remembered the business after he had sent out the upside down, and this grumpy person who was as fine as a huge bear with only a piece of bearskin on his upper body pointed to Murphy’s nose, and he cried out very rudely:

“It is said that a group of Warm followers have been born under your command, and I have heard those soldiers who came down from the battlefield praising their courage and militancy, which made me curious about them.

Although my god has been trying to find followers in worlds other than the barbarians, for my generation of followers, we do not accept the weak as our peers! My god had previously developed a group of Berserkers, but they were too weak, and so their tribe was slaughtered by us after a disgustingly uninteresting battle!

Have the Warmwalkers under your command come over here!

I’m going to test them at the Fortress of Courage, and if their war purity is too low, then you should be prepared to say goodbye to them forever.

We, the Vam barbarians, will never accept weaklings for the shrine of Vam!”

Crap!

Those words made Murphy sound dumbfounded.

He had originally thought that Vam’s beliefs hadn’t been able to flourish on the continent simply because Vam was too upside down, and normal people couldn’t normally accept that kind of tyrannical god.

But he really didn’t expect that the reason why Vam’s faith hadn’t been able to take off was that apart from the Berserker himself, it actually had something to do with this group of crazy believers of his?

Your family’s god had managed to develop a few believers outside, and you went and destroyed them just because they were too weak for something like that?

Is that even possible?

No wonder Vam has been around for hundreds of years and is still a weak god!

With your lunatic behavior, it’s a wonder this Berserker Cult can thrive.

“I’ll have them come over, and I don’t think they’ll shy away from such a challenge, in fact, the warriors under my command have only offered their faith to Vaum and have not had the time to learn the Berserker’s battle techniques, so you’ll have to teach them well.”

Murphy nodded and pointed to the various brutal weapons that the players had captured from the Voodoo Army, signaling that they could be used as “tuition” for the Berserker players.

Warrior Leader Frode grunted, the barbarian whose skin was tattooed with various war runes all over his body grunted in disdain:

“We don’t need tuition, and we won’t use weapons we didn’t build or capture ourselves. If you want to learn battle skills, you’d better wait until they don’t get killed by us first.”

After saying this rude fellow turned around and left, leaving Murphy and the two Faith Guardians here to maintain an awkward silence.

“That’s it for these barbarians.”

Master Yuri, who was always kind to people, sighed, and with a hint of disgust, he explained for Murphy:

“Not only do they resist all the weak to join the faith of Vam, they even treat their fellow tribesmen without mercy, you may have heard of the bandit gangs formed by the Chaos barbarians in the far north, those faithless barbarian tribes are the greatest threat to the northern border of Nordtorf. But you surely don’t know that those Chaos barbarians once inhabited Ice Bay as well.

The Cesar barbarians share the same bloodline as the Vam barbarians, but unfortunately after the rise of the Vam faith, these Vam barbarians went on a rampage, driving those tribes they considered weak to the far north, and that’s exactly why the situation in the North has deteriorated so much.

Vam’s relationship with my god when it was first born was not as bad as it is now.

But unfortunately the Berserker is a god of faith, and His countenance is affected by the behavior of his followers, and it is because of the overly violent and barbaric habits of the Warm barbarians that Warm and Su have fought so many wars in a row.

Our god is helpless about this.

Although He is powerful, He is not a warmonger, it’s just that that faith in Wam is too outrageous in every way.

You needn’t mind the rudeness of these barbarians, they treat everyone that way.”

“We need their belligerence now.”

Murphy shook his head:
“If they can assist in guarding Fort Courage, it is only rudeness and humiliation, and I am not so small minded as that. I must return to the Valley of the Shadow now, and this place will be yours for the time being; I will soon send some warriors to be stationed here, and you may ask them for any difficulties you may have.

They will help you all.”

“I have spent a great deal of time in Transylvania, Your Excellency the Governor, and I know how to deal with the warriors under your command.”

Admiral Yuri smiled as he nodded:

“Rarely in my life have I seen the God of the North Wind take such an interest in a community, and if the warriors under your command wish to walk the ways of Winter, I will do all I can to help them.”

After saying that, this Winter Wolf Martial Monk bowed to Murphy and turned to leave.

Murphy relaxed a lot when only Old Eugene was left here.

He and Old Eugene were also old acquaintances, so this time, he no longer hid it and told him about the elves and the Avalon Sacred Blade.

The Vampire Governor said:
“Captain Dames saw our counterattack with his own eyes, and I believe he will honor his agreement to inform the elf king of Transylvania’s request, but the follow-up conversation with those elves about getting back the holy blade will have to come from yourselves.”

“Thank you for your assistance, Lord Lord.”

Old Eugene was overjoyed as he exclaimed:

“I will select specialized parishioners to travel to the elven embassy on the Genoa Peninsula to advance this matter, the return of those holy blades heralds the certainty of a resurgence of the faith in Avalon, a true act of goodness.

However, you say that the elf told you that our Holy Grail may have returned to the Isle of Glamour after a chaotic decade?”

This old master witch hunter frowned:
“That sounds a bit unbelievable, I will immediately send someone to sneak back to the Kingdom of Goldfinch to confirm this.”

“Well, let’s first ascertain the truth of the news, and if we can mediate the return of the Holy Grail to the Church through diplomatic means, then it will be good for both of us.”

Murphy nodded and said:
“If King Louis does not know what to do, we are not without a solution, Your Excellency Eugene, I would like to ask you, during the time you were in Greeney, how was your relationship with those people on Helms Island?”

“Hmm?”

This question made Old Eugene raise his eyebrows in surprise, he glanced at Murphy and then said softly:
“The islanders of Helms Island have a simple and . Extreme, they are very dissatisfied with the Westlanders’ annexation of Greenie Island, but even I have to admit that the Helms people are very warlike, and they have also accepted the druid branch of the Avalon Church’s beliefs.

For some time in the past, King Louis had reconciled the relationship between there and the kingdom through the faith, but after the collapse of the old religion, Helms and the Kingdom of the Golden Sparrow had drifted apart.

It is now known there as the ‘Island of Traitors’.

Do you mean that you want to use the power of the Helms people if you can’t get the Holy Grail back through diplomacy?”

“It’s not that I want to utilize their aid, but they have a common enemy with us now.”

Murphy explained:
“That cultist group from Dusk stole some ancestor skeletons from the Helms Islanders’ large graveyard, and there is a group there called the ‘Helms Rangers’ that has been tracking them, and they relayed a request for cooperation to us through the Thorn Clan’s channels before.

I suspect that they are actually secretly watching this Black Plague War.

Now that we’ve defeated the Jackals and thwarted Dusk’s plot, they’ll also see the strength we possess, so if my prediction is correct, those guys might soon come to our door seeking cooperation.

I’m happy to cooperate with them.

But if your two sides have a previous friendship, then I’m happy to leave the matter of cooperation to the Church of Avalon.”

“Well, there is always a need for the Righteous Walkers to act jointly in the face of ongoing evil! This is the way of righteousness.”

Old Eugene nodded and said:

“Then you may seek out my companion Marianne.

Although she is now just an old widowed woman that no one wants, the Doolittle family she comes from is well known in the upper circles of Helms Island, but unfortunately, Marianne met a bad man when she was young and was tricked by a damned scumbag into moving to the Cato region.

Had it not been for the help of her parishioners, she would have died there, I’m afraid.

After that, Marianne joined the Southern Church and eventually became a Master Witch Hunter.

It was forbidden to her and few people knew about it.

But right now you need to work with the Helmsmen, and since this matter concerns our Avalon Grail, then Marianne should shoulder the responsibility.”

“Uh, you don’t really have to tell me all this dark history of Sister Marianne, I’m really afraid that I’ll get shot in the head by her after hearing this.”

Murphy sputtered, eliciting a grin from Sr. Eugene, who then excused himself.

The Vampire Governor stood alone in the hall as he looked back at the voodoo throne that had faded slightly in the wash of time and the aged jackal’s head, both of which signaled the end of the story of Black Flame Pass.

The first phase of the Black Plague in the direction of Transylvania was also declared over, the next war would only be more difficult, and Murphy would have to start another round on the hidden battlefield against the Dusk.

Source.
This is currently the enemy of the Dusk faction that has the sharpest conflict with his side, and after crossing the last line with Tris, Murphy has had enough of this group of guys who jumped up and down during the Black Flame Pass War.

If they hadn’t gotten in the way, none of this would have evolved into the tragic situation at hand.

Murphy took out Lord Heather’s life candle.

The candle that was engraved with runes was still burning slowly, not emitting a trace of heat, and he placed it in front of the Jackal Chief’s head.

He took out his notebook and turned to a certain page on which he wrote the name of the Battle of the Black Flame Pass and Lord Heather, and he said to the flames of that dancing candle:
“A new hatred has been recorded, and in the hour of reckoning it will all be laid in the balance! Every blood debt must be paid, I have avenged your position, but we both know this is only the beginning. One day you will return to the material world, my friend, and when you do, I will invite you to join me on this path of reckoning.

We are vampires.

We are ghosts under midnight.

We are never hypocritical much less merciful.

Watch this from among the stars! The Book of Hate is still a tradition for you Dwarves yet, and I hope you won’t miss that time of vengeance.”

(End of chapter)