My players are so fierce

Chapter 99 98. Can white flowers really bloom in the sludge pond? 【3860】

(Additional update for the brothers of ‘Midsummer’s Wantonness’ [3/5])

Ah Yu, whose body was covered in blood, stared at the scene in front of him in stunned silence.

This was originally supposed to be three large underground warehouses connected together, but the middle wall has been dug through to connect them into a common area.

You can still see a lot of wooden boxes stacked in the corner, but they are already crowded with people. From the entrance platform where the three small players are, you can have an overview of the terrain of the entire area. This place has been planned as a quite compact and crowded but well-ordered refuge. area.

There are so many people crowded here, and it seems extremely noisy, but in fact they seem to be used to this cramped life.

There are also some men who are using tools to dig out the corners of the warehouse to create more usable area. Among the crowd, simple "shacks" were built using dismantled wooden boards of cargo boxes to separate each one. compartments and maximize the use of the terrain, which is not generous here.

The folks here even have empty boxes hanging from the top of the area that resemble treehouses.

It was a "living area" specially reserved for children, with hand-woven ladders for those children to go up and down.

The Gu Gu Chicken next to A Yuan even saw a special place in the big warehouse where a pot was cooking.

If something wasn't right in the area, they suddenly seemed to be back in the survivor camp.

And the people living in this giant underground warehouse in front of you can tell just by looking at their clothes and appearance that they must be civilians in Cadman City. Just like many people in the outer city hid in the sewers when the outer city was attacked by the astral rift, so did the people in the inner city. People also made the same choice.

But obviously they were much luckier than those who fled underground in the outer city. It was probably the vampire hunk guarding outside who found them and brought them here.

"Damn, how many people are here?"

Cheche was a little frightened, so he asked in a low voice.

Ah Yu, who was relatively calm, glanced at it a few times using his primary school mathematics estimation skills and said:

"Look at the number of those shacks, at least 1,500! The situation here is not quite right. There must be a super powerful hidden plot! It must be reported to Mr. Murphy immediately!"

——

The vampire lord had just dealt with the astral manticore, which took a lot of effort.

This thing is also called a manticore in some legends.

It is a special creature that combines the characteristics of three beasts: lion, bat and scorpion. It is said that they live deep in the dark mountains south of the Transia region. There are also mutant groups in the distant desert of the Songhai Empire.

Manticores become giant beasts when they reach adulthood. As they grow older and stronger, some of them will enter the category of "legendary creatures" that can no longer be measured by common sense.

But the astral manticore is obviously more dangerous than his "brothers" in the physical world.

This danger not only comes from its body and brute strength, which are three times larger than that of an ordinary lion, but also from the poison contained in its flexible and vicious scorpion tail. It also comes from the fact that the astral manticore, like all its fellow astral fellows, can use some Psychic spells and shock the enemy's mind.

If Murphy hadn't grown wide bat wings that could soar into the sky, he wouldn't have been able to do anything against this ferocious and dangerous beast that already liked the flesh and blood of living beings.

This guy's flying speed can easily reach subsonic speeds. The underground cave where it is located at this time severely limits its performance. It cannot last five minutes in the face of Murphy's ghostly offensive before returning to the stars.

Like other astral creatures, this guy began to dissipate quickly after the physical projection was destroyed, but it left a little "memento" for Murphy.

Its highly poisonous and weird-shaped scorpion tail nail fell at Murphy's feet.

Although it is biomass, it is as cold as alien-shaped metal. It sparkles with stars in the dark and is highly poisonous. The crooked shape is obviously the material for making a good dagger or dagger.

"Um?"

As soon as Murphy picked up his trophies, he noticed the unsolicited information from the young player in the core orb.

According to the communication system structured by the computing orb, players cannot actively send communications to Murphy, who is the superior node, and can only apply in the form of "report".

This is also an important part of maintaining the image of NPC.

Because reporting applications need to be written according to the fixed format of letters in this world, players who find it troublesome rarely use this function.

Right now, we are still clearing the dungeon, who has the time to do such a thing?

He picked up the core orb and opened the report sent by Ah Yu. Although there were not many words, Murphy immediately narrowed his eyes.

ha?

Blood vulture tribune?

At least 1,500 survivors?

There are still corpses of crazy vampires in the shelter that is hidden by layers? Isn’t this connected with the eldest lady’s doubts and reminders before?

"Hold on!"

He made a gesture to the old knight Finock who was about to move on, and then sent a communication request to the calculation orb in the eldest lady's hand.

After a few seconds, the communication was connected.

The eldest lady's cold voice sounded from the other side:

"What's the matter? I'm quite busy here."

"Who is the current tribune of the Blood Vulture clan?"

Murphy asked.

As a member of the family, he should know the answer to this question.

But as a marginalized person, Murphy was neither clear nor concerned about these organizational structures. At this time, his sudden question made the eldest lady stunned for a moment.

She replied:

"Kudel Feodoro Sivir Lesembra, my brother, well, the nominal brother, was once a wandering knight in the Anjou region of the Kingdom of Zealand, and became the family's leader in the Dark Mountains more than a hundred years ago. One member.

First hugged by my father himself.

It's normal for you not to understand him. In fact, even after being embraced for the first time, Kudel relied on his firm will to resist the call of midnight.

He doesn't fit in with most of the family, and many have never even met him.

Kudel was very opposed to vampires using humans as food. In order for him to better serve the family, his father appointed him as a tribune until now.

What did you ask him to do?

Kudel should have died when the astral rift opened. "

"He's not dead."

Murphy said straightforwardly:

"My warrior accidentally discovered him in the corridor and he was taken back to the 'sanctuary' as a citizen of Cadman City. Your 'brother' gathered at least 1,500 civilians during the disaster and hid them In the warehouse below the cloister.

It is now certain that he was responsible for the deaths of a large number of crazy vampires in the corridor.

If you have a relationship with him, please go over and deal with it!

I now temporarily transfer the mobilization rights of my warriors to you. You will declare to them that today's battle is over, and then send the survivors out!

Miriam will organize people to pick them up outside.

But you have to be prepared. According to the information provided by my warriors, your brother seems to have been eroded by the astral energy and his mind has become crazy. "

"this"

The eldest lady was silent for a while after hearing Murphy's explanation. After a few seconds, she whispered:

"This is really like Kudel's style. Okay, leave it to me. Is it going well on your end?"

"We have entered the underground river and just dealt with a manticore. Old Finock and I will continue to move forward. I will contact you when we find the correct exit."

Murphy gave a few instructions and then cut off the communication.

When he turned around, the old knight Finok asked:

"The tribune you mentioned. How did he do it? He could shelter so many people under such a large astral rift. This doesn't sound like something a vampire can do, but more like a religion. The miracle of transformation.

And Kudel.

I think I've heard of this name. "

"I also want to meet that compatriot. He seems to be an outlier in the family like me. I think he and I should have something in common."

Murphy shook his head and said:

"But that's for later. Mr. Finock, have your waist and legs recovered? I seem to hear some strange noises in front. You see, I just fought with a manticore. So..."

"Huh, isn't it enough for a young man to hunt a manticore? Your body is too weak."

The old knight sarcastically said:

"It's not as heroic as your elder Tris. The Scarlet Witch slaughtered a small town in one night, and she could do it with her hands. When I was a child, Tris's reputation could even scare the lord of a principality. To the extent that curfews were maintained for several years.

As her heir, you are a bit too weak, right? "

"That's right, it's not as strong as you old-timers."

Murphy responded with a smile on his face, and then followed the old knight and continued to trek deeper into the corridor in the crooked underground river.

He wasn't talking nonsense either.

There is indeed something strange in front of them, and judging from the cold and eerie psychic vibrations coming from there, it seems that they are a group of things that are difficult to deal with.

Wraith

No, a more advanced ghost!

And the number is quite staggering.

At the same time, the eldest lady, who was already very close to the central area of ​​the cloister, returned through some secret passages in the cloister that only she knew, and followed Murphy's instructions to the warehouse area at the bottom.

She knows the place.

It is a place where the Blood Eagle Clan stores supplies specifically for the clansmen who are active in the cloister area. It is similar to the family secret warehouse in the outer city. In case of an external invasion, it can ensure that the elite members of the entire family will not run out of ammunition and food. Dilemma.

That is the lowest area of ​​the entire corridor, nearly a hundred meters above the surface. It is not surprising that it can persist until now when the astral rift opens and a huge amount of spiritual energy is poured into the ground.

In the face of the disaster that Cadman City encountered, this warehouse was indeed the safest place in the city, bar none.

As the eldest lady advanced towards the warehouse area, she used the delegated authority of the Calculation Orb to summon the surrounding young players. At this time, they had been fighting in the corridor for more than four hours. There was not much game time left today. Murphy's arrangement was obviously This was taken into consideration.

It is necessary to give players a safe place to log off, and at the same time, let them escort these survivors out of the increasingly dangerous Blood Vulture Corridor.

In Murphy's plan, the entire corridor will be blown up in the end, and these survivors will only die if they continue to stay here.

"So many faded stone statues! How many blood vulture vampires died here?"

The gathered young players followed the silent eldest lady through the channel disguised by psychic powers. They soon discovered the vampires who died in strange ways along the way.

These guys will turn into stone statues after their hearts are removed.

According to Mrs. Tracey, as long as the stone statue does not break into pieces, there is a small chance that the vampire can be "resurrected" by putting the heart back in for a period of time.

There was a sudden commotion in the team.

Young players have personally experienced the destructive power of these crazy vampires today. As a result, the elites they feared were slaughtered like pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

This fully proves that there must be some pretty powerful guys here.

"Stop, don't come any closer."

The eldest lady quickly sensed the boiling murderous intent and familiar aura coming from the front. She stretched out her hand to stop the little player while she strode forward holding the scarlet secret energy staff.

"Stop!"

A scolding sounded from the front, and Femis immediately stopped.

Then, as a group of young players watched the animation, a tall epee knight walked out of the shadows in front.

He wore a scarlet vampire-style heavy armor, with a vulture-shaped face shield on his face, and a wide cloak behind his back.

But at this time, both the gorgeous heavy armor and the face shield were stained with horrific blood, and the scarlet cloak was in tatters, like shattered wings hanging weakly.

But it's not bleak.

Because the owner of the armor is still standing straight after countless battles, like a stone pillar that cannot fall, and he is holding the same bloody giant sword as others.

At first glance, he looks like a super ruthless character.

"elder brother."

Femis looked at the man in front of him.

She reached out and took off her hood, and said to the person in front of her who was looking at her coldly:

"It's me, Femis, I'm back and brought reinforcements! I already know what happened here, and now I need to send out the survivors who were sheltered by you."

"Bang!"

The heavy giant sword hit the ground hard, and conspicuous cracks opened.

"Citizens can't leave yet! It's dangerous outside! I have to protect them, it's my duty!"

The blood vulture tribune said in a hoarse voice:

"The sky has been shattered, and the star realm is invading! There are monsters roaring in the darkness. Salokdar is crazy. He said he heard the call. The vampires are also crazy. They want to escape but can only be captured by the whispers in the darkness.

in front!

There are evils happening there that you can't even imagine!

But I have to stay here.

I have been given the responsibility to protect the citizens! No one can get close!

You are not allowed to hurt them!

You are not allowed to harm the people I protect!

Get out of here!

vampire!

You are not welcome here! "

Femis bit his lip after being scolded. From Kudel's scolding, he could taste the true thoughts of this former wandering knight towards the Blood Vulture Clan. Even though more than a hundred years have passed, he still calls them vampires. them.

This proves that Kudel himself does not consider himself a member of the Blood Vulture Clan at all, even though he has already become a midnight immortal.

"The astral rift is closed, and Murphy took us to establish a survivor camp outside! My father is doing dangerous things, Kudel, I know how strong your will to protect the people is, but you must take them away now! "

Femis clenched the staff of secret energy in his hand.

Although Kudel in front of him had been trying hard to maintain his momentum, the eldest lady could keenly discern the weakness beneath the tribune's appearance.

He may have been as confused as he is now, fighting sleeplessly for almost 10 days. Even if he is a high-ranking silver-level vampire, he will soon be exhausted.

"I'll say it one last time!"

The eldest lady strengthened her voice:

"Kudr! I am not here to harm your people but to help them. Please wake up!"

"You! Shameless vampire!"

Kudel held the terrifying scarlet sword with both hands. He exuded cold murderous intent from all over his body and shouted:

"Get out of the place I protect! Last warning!"

Totally unable to communicate!

Only the obsession of protection supported him.

Perhaps it was this obsession that helped him resist the erosion of the soul by dirty spiritual energy and prevented him from falling into complete madness like other vampires.

The eldest lady shook her head.

She held the calculation orb and gave the order to the little players behind her to prepare for the attack. Then, she raised the scarlet secret energy staff and whispered:

"I know I was not qualified to say this before, but now, like you, I do want to save these people who we once regarded as food, so..."

"I beg your pardon for my rudeness, your lord, Tribune."