Chapter 72 71 Borrowing a Knife [1160]
Chapter 72 71. borrowing a knife [1160
(Extra for brother ‘Tiger Gate Smoke’ [1/5])
Sister Pomegranate was a girl with a resolute character and a strong mind, she would seldom voluntarily give in to defeat, just like when she faced those elite witch hunters just now, even if she knew that she couldn’t beat them, she would actively think about how to entangle them to create a chance for Miriam to escape, and how to hit them in order to deal the highest amount of damage.
However, the moment Sister Pomegranate saw the heavily armed Lord of White Oak, Golden Knight Finok, she immediately realized that the one in front of her was truly unbeatable!
It wasn’t that she was timid.
Rather, it stemmed from the terrifying difference in strength between the two sides that was enough to make her lose all will to fight in terms of outward expression.
She followed Miriam, staring at the old knight carrying a large oak blade and wearing a strange white wooden armor, who gave her the feeling that she was a kitten with flailing paws, while a sleeping Tyrannosaurus Rex was lying in front of her.
That description was no exaggeration.
“Is this the current backdrop-level power figure in the game?”
Sister Pomegranate pondered in her heart:
“If this really lights up the blood bar, it’s at least a World BOSS, right? I just don’t know if this kind of gold level monster will be running all over the place after the future version update?
Uh, given the rigor of this game, this kind of severe collapse in battle power shouldn’t be so bad that it would appear, right?”
“Hats off to you, Battle Leader.”
Miriam, on the contrary, behaved appropriately.
She took the initiative to salute the old Finok standing next to the red warhorse in front of her, and although her tone was so nervous that she almost bit her tongue, her performance was quite good.
This also stemmed from Miriam’s experience in recent times, as a supervisor in charge of a thousand or so people, although she was just a novice, the habits and poise she usually developed allowed her to maintain the most basic decency even in front of such a big shot in front of her.
This is the feedback of the improvement of insight and vision in the personal temperament of the level of change, just like after you and the city officials talk and laugh, you will not be nervous because you have to meet the governor.
“Are you the blood servant who saved my subordinate?”
Old Finok didn’t use his marvelous oak spells this time, but instead held his oak battle helmet and looked Miriam up and down.
As for Sister Pomegranate beside her, she was actively ignored by the old knight.
That was a very promising fist fighter.
But it was only potential, and the current situation didn’t deserve much of his attention.
“Say, what kind of message does Murphy want you to deliver? As you can see, I’m pressed for time, so the opportunity left for you to convince me is only these few minutes!”
The old knight said in a low tone:
“Young girl with red hair, start your ‘performance’.”
The other witch hunters looked on from the sidelines with varying looks at the two vampire wannabes in front of them.
They marveled at the boldness of the two girls, but scoffed at their choices.
It was also the fact that the war chief was here in person, if they were free to act, the two vampire worshippers were objects that could be casually silenced in an operation like tonight’s.
These scum who had entrusted their lives, souls and faith to vampires deserved no sympathy!
Miriam felt the stares around her.
But she had gotten used to it long ago.
Back when she entered the Chardo Artisan University to pursue her studies, her classmates from all over the world would show the same expression after hearing that she was from the Transylvania region.
Alas, the problem of regional discrimination was also serious in the Otherworld.
“Honorable War Leader, Lord Murphy would like to start a collaboration with you and your warriors.”
Miriam tried to make her voice sound serious enough.
She also didn’t waste time on rhetoric, but got right to the point:
“Just as the last time that unspoken tacit cooperation between him and Lady Natalie buried sixty elite Midnight Hunters in one breath. It has been proven that vampires and witch hunters can work together when they have common interests!”
“When the interests are big enough, angels and demons can also sit at the negotiation table and talk and laugh, I understand that, but all of this presupposes ‘common interests’.”
Old Finok snorted and said:
“However, I fail to see any common interests worth exploring between me and your hidebound Lord Murphy at the moment.”
“There are! And many!”
Miriam’s heart instantly sank when she heard that the old knight didn’t outright refuse.
She scanned the brief but uncomplicated notes of negotiation points sent to her by Murphy on her arithmetic jewel just now as she set out.
After a few seconds of organizing her words, she raised her head, looked straight into the old knight’s eyes, and said:
“Through the last messenger message, Lord Murphy has been made aware that your purpose is to confirm the death of Matriarch Salokdar, and the information we can share is that that matriarch and the last members of the Blood Wyverns hid in the Blood Wyvern Cloisters after the disaster in Cadman City.
That place is now blocked off by the Secret Arts!
It was a secret blockade that could withstand the tearing of the Astral Plane, and was said to have come directly from the designs of the Midnight Elders of the Secret Blood Clan, the work of the most exceptional intellects in vampire civilization.
Frankly, I don’t think you all are powerful enough to break it from the outside, but the key to unlocking that thing is in the hands of Lord Murphy’s enemies right now!”
“Huh?”
Old Finnock’s eyes narrowed for a moment.
He waved his hand, and the witch hunters around him immediately dispersed outwards.
Obviously the old knight didn’t want the ensuing conversation to be known by more people, but Natalie, the gray-haired witch hunter girl, stayed behind, and it was obvious that the old knight thought highly of her.
“There are other vampires in that ruin now besides Murphy’s gang?”
Finnock said in a deep voice:
“Where did they come from? And for what purpose? Get the word out!”
“That’s what I’m going to say next.”
Miriam took another deep breath and spelled out why Jed and his team had shown up and what had happened in the hours before.
Keeping in mind the previous reminder from the veteran Norman, she didn’t mix in a single lie, but there were some details that didn’t make sense, just that they were enough for the war-experienced old Fennok to judge the general situation at hand.
“The reason you said before that Lord Murphy and the survivor camp under his protection are not your target is because our side is really weak.
It’s a bit of a shame, but we recognize that! In the situation at hand, weakness is indeed our protective color.”
Miriam emphasized:
“It’s just that right now, Jed and his six companions have arrived at the ruins, all of them Silver ranked Clan Chief’s personal guards, along with a full sixteen Black Iron ranked servants. I believe that this is already a force that you will have to take to heart.
Lord Murphy did not ask me to conceal the purpose of this negotiation.
He just wants to use you all as a sword to accomplish his wishes, and he doesn’t want to be reduced to a vassal of Jade, nor does he want to see the situation he has worked so hard to obtain be treated as a delicacy that can be eaten with abandon by a group of dark scum who take pleasure in sucking blood and squeezing it.
He wanted those scumbags who had crawled back from hell to go back to their hell and not be allowed to touch this already miserable piece of earth.
Therefore, he needs the help of all of you.
Lord Murphy’s warriors will launch the first wave of the charge, but it will be difficult for our warriors to annihilate so many vampires, and Lord Murphy expects you to fulfill your duties as witch hunters and cut down these creatures of the night!
For this reason, both parties will be able to take the next step in their cooperation.”
“You guys still want the next step?”
The old knight sneered:
“Just these treacherous words you just uttered if known by other clans, even the Knights of the Blood League, which is recognized as the most friendly and fair to other races, would be enough to make your Lord Murphy lose his name in the vampire species!
It is the norm for vampires to play plots against each other, but to collude with outsiders, or to work with witch hunters like us is of a different nature.
I’m curious, was your Lord Murphy driven to desperation with no way out, or did he really not care about his reputation among his own kind?”
“That is not for me to answer for you, War Chief.”
Miriam lowered her head and spoke in a tactful tone:
“But I’m sure Lord Murphy has his own considerations, and also, I would like to emphasize that while you stubbornly believe that I’m a hopeless blood servant, I’m actually not.
My personal distaste for vampires is enough to make me an outlier in Transylvania, and my relationship with Lord Murphy is not currently one of allegiance.
I’m just.
Well, I was just hired by him to manage the survivors he rescued from the city.
Nor have I been ordered to come and risk my life tonight to negotiate with you all out of my unconditional obedience to the vampire’s orders; as Lord Murphy has declared to you, he and I share a common interest.
And that interest is enough to drive me to lay down my life.
I am brave enough to discuss this with you on shaky legs, not because I am brave enough, but because I know that the lives of a thousand survivors depend on the success of my negotiations tonight.
Lady Tris has told me that the witch hunters she remembers have always prided themselves on being the guardians of the Kingdom of Isha.
Even after the merger of Isha and Sealand into the Kingdom of the Golden Sparrow, you were still of the highest integrity and quality, and perhaps it was her persuasion that made Lord Murphy’s decision.
If one tenth of Lady Tris’ description is true, then I believe that you will be able to make the right judgment!
The following is no longer the content of my negotiations with you as Lord Murphy’s envoy, but merely my prayer to you all as a commoner born and raised in the Transylvania region:
Please, for the sake of those thousand lives, help us!”
The old knight did not answer at once.
He turned his head to Natalie beside him, as if waiting for her judgment.
After a few seconds of silence, Natalie, the gray-haired Demon Hunter Hime, pulled back her hood, and she pointed to the several wounds on her eyes and face that were not really unsightly, and said to Miriam in front of her:
“These wounds originated from the vampire’s torture and abuse of me, and their source is that ambush in the village of Moorland, representing the hatred and grudge between Murphy and me.
Old Joe died at your hands!
And Matt, John, and Mond, I remember the names of each of my subordinates and what they looked like, but I lost them, right here on this disgusting earth.
I will say this.
Vampire emissary, you listen to me!
The feud between me and Murphy and the other vampires won’t be so simple to dissolve, and those things I’ve lost I’ll get back with my own hands, but I’ll also tell you this in a practical way!
What that Ms. Tris described to us was true.
Witch hunters were not born as monsters who kill and wallow in war, and we have been noble.
And tonight, we will be noble again!
Those in the survivor camp, we will protect them from the vampire threat, but that doesn’t mean we’re going to shake hands with Murphy’s gang .”
“This is what you must do!”
Miriam pointed in Moran’s direction with great irritation as she said:
“I wouldn’t have been able to refute it if it was anyone else talking, but you’re different, look there! That’s where I was born, Natalie. You’ve seen what your companions did there, you know better than I how my father, my family, my companions died! It wasn’t the vampires you and I both loathe that killed them!
You say that witch hunters were once noble, then prove to me that you are not like the madmen that originated from you!”
Natalie’s tone hardened instantly at the mention of the Moreland village.
After all, the tragedy there did come from her fellow travelers who had fallen and wallowed in destruction.
“It seems you are in agreement, though not quite what I expected.”
The old knight watching this conversation said quietly:
“Natalie, you really need to work on your eloquence, or this hot-tempered redhead could really crush you in that department. Luckily though, you can make up for it in other areas.
Now, I command!”
“Swish.”
Natalie immediately straightened her body.
The witch hunters in the surrounding darkness also stood up in a military stance in unison, listening to the War Leader’s orders.
“Teams one through five are temporarily under the command of Captain Natalie, with you joining in the protection of the survivor camps and the hunting of the vampire berserkers.
I can hear the desire for war in your hearts, now you don’t have to suppress yourselves.”
The old knight said as he waved his hand:
“Come and join me in the inner city at the end of your operation, I will be alone . Major Fraser, who are you going to follow?”
Hearing Old Finok’s inquiry, Major Fraser, who had been hiding in the back, came forward, and Miriam’s expression immediately hardened at the sight of this tall, thin fellow appearing in the uniform of the Kingdom of Goldfinch.
She could make peace with the witch hunters because these guys were just mercenaries, but a major from an enemy kingdom was a proper enemy.
Although she didn’t have much sincere feelings for her hometown, but the destruction of the Kingdom of Canary Flower to the Confederacy of Portia in the Ten Years’ War was something that Miriam had heard about even if she was studying far away from the island of Genoa.
“My personal strength is relatively poor, so I won’t cause any trouble for you, War Leader.”
Major Fraser surveyed the red-haired girl in front of him with interest.
This Transylvanian woman was really hot-tempered, completely different from the delicate millennials he had seen since childhood, practically wielding her claws and teeth like a lioness.
He had never seen such a fierce woman before, and was filled with curiosity while feeling that Miriam was a bit savage.
The Major whispered:
“I followed Lady Natalie’s movements, and by the way, I recorded your stranglehold on the last remnants of the Blood Vulture Clan, and I am sure that His Majesty will be happy to use the stories of the fierce battles and the valor of the humans against the evil spirits for entertaining listening in his spare time.
And my humble servant, that is, is His Majesty’s eyes and ears.”
(End of chapter)