Volume 5: The Elegant Tea Party (Remastered) Chapter 47: The Tea Party (Admission 1)
Ntagre's World, Manraton Sandbar, Mangraton Ruins.
The third pillar of the Devouring Serpent, the white-faced Hoffman White, is battling a female werewolf wielding a giant scythe in this ancient ruin.
Although Hoffman had long since become the Apostle of the Snake of Body, he did not wait to enter the world of Entagre as impatiently as Arides. It wasn't until after the Third Advent that he began to get into contact with the magical world firsthand, and instead of choosing a large and medium-sized race with a sound class system, as most players do, he chose the Samaritans, a small race belonging to the Order faction.
As a hybrid descendant of humans and demons, Samaritans have the characteristics of both, these humanoids with dark red skin are generally more than two meters tall, two thick hooves that curve backwards are the most obvious demonic characteristics of these Samaritans, and the skillful hands with five fingers like humans allow these tall half-demon creatures to create better tools, and through the neutralization of humans, the chaotic nature of demons has also been improved to a certain extent, and Samaritan's tendency is closer to order and evil.
Unfortunately, in the eyes of the demons, this half-demon creature with impure blood is simply an insult to the name of the demon, so the demon who believes in chaos and the Samaritan, who is a hybrid descendant of demons and humans, are natural mortal enemies, for this reason, for a long time, for the survival and development of the race, Samaria has to take refuge in the camp of order, to avoid being completely destroyed by the demons, however, the chaos in nature makes these half-bloods unable to fully integrate into the human world, and has been on the edge of the camp of order.
As a half-breed who inherited a portion of demonic blood, Samaritans possessed a magical talent far superior to that of humans, and although it was not as talented as pure-blooded demons, it still allowed Hoffman to master a large amount of magic with ease.
Having grown up in a Munich country house, Hoffmann's favorite thing is the snow that covers the entire Munich forest in winter, so he chose the path of an ice mage without hesitation.
I saw that Hoffman, who was a first-order seventy-seventh, shot three ice picks with the short-handled staff in his hand, and at the same time used a small white round shield on the forearm of his right hand to block the opponent's giant scythe, and before the opponent's giant scythe changed from a stabbing attack to a sweep, Hoffman had already made a small jump towards the other party, and the short-handled staff in his hand quickly condensed ice crystals, turning from a short-handled staff into an ice knife, and slashed towards the female werewolf in front of him.
However, in the face of this unexpected counterattack, the female werewolf did not panic at all, and the giant scythe in her hand dragged and pulled, and the handle of the scythe was used as a long stick to block Hoffman's attack, and the scythe turned into a sharp cutting knife, and under her pull, it attacked towards Hoffman's waist and abdomen.
Seeing that his counterattack was easily defused by the other party, Hoffman had no choice but to use the small shield in his left hand to protect his waist, barely blocking the attack of the scythe, and at the same time pinching his right hand hard, the ice crystals that wrapped the staff quickly shattered, bursting into small ice crystal fragments.
At this time, Hoffman did not choose to retreat, but took advantage of the opportunity of the other party's obstruction of vision, and quickly condensed a small ice pick from the tip of the staff.
While the flying ice crystal fragments blocked the female werewolf's vision, it also made Hoffman unable to directly grasp the other party's movements, so he didn't know that the female werewolf who was less than half a meter away from him showed a mocking smile on her face.
The icicle shot from the blind spot of the sight was undoubtedly missing, and the female werewolf's head was not there at all.
Before Hoffman could react, his lower abdomen was suddenly hit by a sharp knee on a strong thigh, and the violent force and the severe pain that followed made Hoffman almost unable to hold the staff in his hand.
Resisting the urge to bend down, his reddish face had turned red from holding his breath, and Hoffman once again wrapped the staff in his hand with frost, turning it into the shape of a one-handed hammer, and then smashed it towards the position in front of him.
With the sound of the ice hammer and the scythe, Hoffman's nearly two-meter body was knocked out by a vicious kick from the female werewolf, and he fell to the ground several times before stopping.
"Ahem!" Hoffman, who was in a disorder of breath because of the attack, propped up the ground with one hand and staggered to his feet, "It's worthy of being GSG's trump card, I didn't expect it to be so strong." β
The female werewolf did not pursue, but stood in place with a giant scythe, looking at the only son of the White family with contempt: "You have so many subordinates, but you have to suffer this crime, I really don't understand you." β
"Didn't I tell you, here, I'm just an ordinary man, Lieutenant Zoreen Britz!" Hoffman shook his head, his body was not able to perform drastic movements for the time being because of the pain, "My identity can indeed bring me a lot of help, but in this world, there is nothing comparable to the power in my own hands, this, you should know very well, Zorlene!" β
The female werewolf Zolin danced the giant scythe in her hand in a circular motion, and then put the weapon into her backpack: "You are the employer, you have the final say!" That's all for today's exercise! β
"Are you going to prepare for the 'tea party' too?" Hoffman also put away his staff and said.
Zorin's face showed a hint of worry: "The time of the 'tea party' has been notified to every member, five days later, at twelve o'clock in the night, in the ruins of Shasar in the Jerimanca Desert. β
"Are you sure?"
"I don't know!" Zoreen shook her head, "I don't know anything about that place, and there are very few records of that desert in the Werewolf Clan's sources. You should know better than me about the specific content of the tea party, the third pillar white-faced Hoffman! β
"I don't know more than you, the tea party was decided as early as the seventh apostolic council, and all the preparations for the tea party after that were handled by the first pillar himself, and the sixth pillar seems to have been involved in some of the work, and I have been in charge of the construction of the camp and the investigation of the second column, and I have almost never received any specific information about the tea party." Hoffman thought for a moment and said.
"Do you have any suggestions?"
"Stay safe! You can choose to give up when necessary. Hoffman said calmly, "Each apostle has the right to directly appoint an executor, and you don't have to worry about not being able to become an executor after giving up." β
Zorene's face showed a moving expression: "It's dangerous? β
"I don't know! But I can be sure of one thing. There has never been a so-called mercy in the minds of those two guys. If you have to give it a try, I think you'd better keep an eye on Alan Shadowsong. β
"Alan Shadowsong? The Death Knight's men? I heard that the pair of daggers in that guy's hand are comparable to a legendary weapon? β
"That's what the gobaffle says, and of all the apostles so far, the one that scares me the most is the Ice Whisper Dry Bone." "You may not believe that the Death Knight rarely speaks at every apostolic meeting, but it makes me shiver every time. As far as I know, there were a total of fifty-one candidates for executors and ninety-nine candidates for executors to participate in the tea party this time, most of whom were subordinates and recommended candidates by various apostles, but only the undead spirit recommended two people to participate in this tea party. β
"Executor Alan Shadow Song and Executor Alternate Past with the Wind?"
"That's right, to be honest, these two undead assassins aren't like Ice Whisper Dry Bone, they are barely well-known, but you'd better not underestimate them." Hoffman pondered his words for a moment and said, "In my opinion, Alan Shadowsong probably has the same strength as Ice Whisper Dry Bone. β
Zorin's face was no longer calm: "You mean, apostle level?" β
"Likely, in short, be careful, I don't want to see you hurt yourself by being overconfident, and if there is no one of my own henchmen among the executors, I will be very passive."
On the other side, Stormwind, the capital of the human Armas Empire, is an equestrian training ground in the west of the city.
Camila Sea, a female knight, was getting ready to get dressed, and beside her, a military horse with red and black intertwined clothes was impatiently scraping the ground with its hooves, and from time to time a hot breath erupted from its nostrils.
A male dwarf with a short beard leaned against the post of the stable with his hands on his chest and yawned: "Camilla, are you going far away?" β
"Yes, Mr. ToruΕ, I'm going on a trip to the Jerimanca Desert." Camilla replied as she placed a package on the horse's back, secured it securely with a rope.
"It's not a good place to go on vacation, other than sand or sand, what are you going to do there?" Did anyone find any treasure there? The dwarf Barend Tollon said angrily, "You are the most gifted child I have ever met, and in a few years you will be able to make it to the rank of knight, believe me, you don't need to gamble on your luck, those rumors are unfounded lies." β
"Thank you very much for your teachings, Mr. ToruΕ, but I have to go." Camila tightened the saddle with her hand, "And, it may not be long before I'll be back."
Barende TollΕ blew his red rosacea, untied a bottle from his belt, uncorked it and took a few sips: "Well, good luck, Camilla!" Belch! β
"Thank you! Wishing you eternal health too! Camilla smiled and nodded to the dwarf, then led the horse and walked out.
Before getting drunk, Barend only saw Camilla and another male knight flip on their horses and leave the equestrian training ground.
"Hiccup! What a pity! Belch! That kid was a natural hussar! May the gods of the mountains bless you and don't let this little creature get swallowed by those damn sandworms. β
After leaving Stormwind with her companions, Camila first arrived in the Holy City.
Outside the teleportation array, she was greeted by an elven girl dressed in grass green leather armor, with a longbow on her back indicating her profession.
"Welcome, Captain Camilla!" Seeing Camila coming out of the teleportation array, the girl greeted her with a smile, "I haven't seen you for a long time!" β
"Yes, Angelica, you look good, and you've made your progression?" Camila smiled back.
"Hehe, I'm a real marksman now! Don't make fun of me anymore! Angelica took the longbow off her back and made a gesture of bending the bow and pulling the strings, "From now on, leave the remote support to me!" β
"If you don't aim your bow at my ass!" The male knight who came out of the teleportation array with Camilla suddenly spoke.
Angelica, who was originally full of spring, was hit hard in an instant, and weakly released the bowstring: "Captain Wren, please stop making fun of me about this matter, okay!" β
"Alright, Angelica, let's take us to the residency first, is the president there?" Seeing that the two rivals were about to quarrel again, Camilla immediately diverted the topic.
"It's unfortunate that the president and vice president recently went out with their sisters, and it is said that the battle in Nanhai Town is fierce again, and the Holy See has issued a conscription order for the third time!" Angelica replied.
Camila and Wren glanced at each other: "So, the main force is out?" β
"Almost! The first and second regiments were taken away by the president, the third regiment cleared the fishmen in Marshall City, and the fourth regiment was still being formed. Angelica wrenched her fingers and said, "A while ago, because of the enough contribution, the guild had just been upgraded, and a large number of sisters were selected from the Angel Shield, Angel Wings, and Angel Blades to form the fifth and sixth regiments, and now there are busy heels off the ground everywhere." β
"Then for this incident, did the president decide not to participate in this matter?" Wren asked.
Angelica shook her head: "The main thing is that the vice president disagrees, you know, that princess is a princess after all, and the reward given by the Ashwood Kingdom is also very good." But don't worry, although the main force has been taken away by the president, there are still some helpers left for you. β
"Oh, let's talk about it, don't be a half-ass!" Wren said.
"Hmph, then you've got to listen up! First of all, it's the Ice and Snow Smart, the chief archer of the Angel's Covenant that everyone loves, the great Lord Angelica! Angelica said with her hands on her hips and looking up to the sky, with indescribable pride on her face.
"I'm very worried about this operation." Wren put his hand over his face and said, "Camilla, aren't you thinking about canceling this operation?" β
"What! Look down on me!! I warn you, look down on me and watch out for your ass! Damaged by Wren, Angelica was like a kitten that had been stepped on its tail, and roared angrily at Wren.