(Additional update for 'Frostfang's Claws' brother [2/5])

On the seventh day of Cadman City's special event, players will be able to see how much the ruins of the city they've explored over the past few days have changed as soon as they go live.

In the distance, the glow of a burning fire covered the ruins, burning violently, like casting a scorching line of fire over the dimly lit city, and the rising heat distorted the light to make it impossible to see, and in the near distance were the three blocks that had burned last night.

Black ash covered the ground, reflecting a desolation.

"Burn, really burn."

Brother Woo Meow stood in the ashes with his four big King Kongs and his old cousin's little hands and sighed.

Behind them are two carts laden with Lady Tris's secret oil and tasked with delivering them to the front line for the Cadman Self-Salvation Army NPCs to lay out a city that is about to be burned down.

The arson operation was planned, and according to Murphy and Trissy's calculations, by midnight today, the entire outer city could be cleaned up with flames.

"Hey, don't say it, there are really no weird astral shadows in this burned place, and even the uncomfortable black snow is gone."

Woo Meow's old watch "pretended not to use his hands" poked a pile of ashes next to him with his war spear, which broke a clay pot, and a few copper coins were scattered, and he was quickly carried into his arms by this little Meng Xinyan.

He looked up again and said to his ambitious cousin:

"Brother, you changed jobs"

"I'll do it tomorrow!"

Brother Meow waved his hand and said:

"I've asked the mud truck to help me find materials in the camp, and the rewards will be settled after the event ends tomorrow, and then I'll go to the forest to try it when the stars come out."

When this hidden mission is completed, we all have new classes to transfer! ”

"No, brother, I mean, are you sure you're going to change that weird profession?"

Pretending not to worry about it, he said:

"What if the number is scrapped? Now that the information about the new profession is blank, don't you worry about it being a sewer profession? ”

"This is a task given by the main NPC, how can it be a sewer profession? It's clearly part of the side plot, right? It's up to the player to explore a new class system, and that's what makes the game immersive. ”

Woo Meow was not worried, he grinned and said:

"In other games, we're footmen, but here we're the heroes! Let's go, let's stop talking, let's finish this task first. ”

The six of them dragged carts briskly through the ash-strewn streets, and some of the camp's collectors could be seen searching the ruins on either side for something to use.

When these warriors pass by, some young people or people who have received their favors will take the initiative to greet Woo Meow and others or bow from a distance, which makes the little players happy.

After all, this group of indigenous NPCs is not white-eyed wolves, and people who know how to be grateful can always make people feel comfortable.

When they sent the fire oil to the front line, they happened to see Master Murphy patrolling the line of fire with his "harem group", and Woo Meow and his party immediately went up to brush their faces to familiarize themselves with the favorability of the gangsters, and Murphy casually sent a task of "wildfire fueling" for them to help light the fire.

After dismissing the overly enthusiastic little players, he turned back to Tracy behind him and said:

"I can feel the speed at which the astral psionic energy is fading faster, even the black smoke shrouded in the sky has dissipated, and I can probably see the moon and stars tonight."

"It's not just the flames."

Tracey leaned on a cane, shook her head and explained:

"It's the overall ebb of the astral energy, and that rift is going to close, tomorrow! By dusk tomorrow at the latest, the inner city, which had been trapped for a week, would reappear in the physical world. ”

"There's not going to be anything there."

The eldest lady answered in a hoarse tone:

"When I ventured in seven days ago, I saw large swaths of buildings being dragged into the astral plane, and a week of erosion and engulfment was enough to turn the inner city into white ground.

But this may be good news for you.

This means that all traces of Cadman's past have been erased, like a white cloth for you to leave your own color on it. ”

"Be optimistic, little girl."

Lady Triss sneered:

"Have a little more faith in our vicious and cunning people, psionic energy is slower to erode life, and if they can hide underground in the event of a disaster, then tomorrow we may be able to see a horde of vampire monsters corrupted by the astral plane and deranged.

At that point, whether you want it or not, you'll have to deal with them yourself.

So, it's not too late to save all the pessimism until then. ”

"Alright, Trace."

Murphy also felt that Tracey's words were too mean.

He reached out and pulled Tris's wrist to make the other party stop, but the eldest lady's already ugly face turned pale in the past few days.

Clearly, Tracey had insight into her greatest fear.

Murphy was troubled by the unexplained hostility between Tracy and the eldest lady, and he guessed that it should have something to do with the eldest lady's secret, and Trisy was not a vicious character in the past, but she just seemed to be unaccustomed to all the actions of the eldest lady, and it was clear that Philimis had been very cooperative with their work this week.

It can even be called "well-behaved".

"Sky! Look! The is shrinking. ”

A shout from the busy crowd next to him immediately attracted the attention of many people.

They looked up at the inner city sky, which had been shrouded in a faint purple ominous stream of light for the past few days, which suddenly lifted a fog of black smoke.

It's like being disturbed by the flames of the outer city, so that it finally reveals the true situation inside.

There was a murmur from the crowd, and the people who hated the disaster used all sorts of contemptuous names to describe the whirling psychic vortex in the sky.

Some people called it "the devil's X-eye", and this vulgar and figurative name immediately won the approval of others.

But Murphy can clearly see more.

Even though he was only a level 9 psionic apprentice now, the repeated practice of psionic skills over the past few days had allowed him to no longer limit himself to the appearance of things.

He stared at the swirling psychic vortex above the inner layer, and after a few seconds, said to Tracy beside him:

"I can feel its weakness, like a shell that has exhausted its strength, it is still stable on the outside, but it only takes the slightest disturbance to collapse from the inside, and at that point, the rift in the astral plane will be completely closed, right?"

"Well, it seems that you haven't been lazy these days, and you are indeed studying the basic knowledge I gave you."

Triss nodded in satisfaction and explained to her heir and apprentice:

"The psionic spell that makes up the Astral Rift has been running to the end, but it still has extremely destructive power, in this case, it is the best choice to let it die naturally, once it is punctured in advance, it will trigger an explosion of psionic energy, forming a shockwave that will engulf everything around it.

This is the last dangerous phase it can sustain.

By midnight today, its energy would have dropped to its lowest threshold, and it would then transform from a stable envelope to a collapse towards the astral plane, sweeping away everything it could take with it. ”

Speaking of this, Tracy glanced at the silent eldest lady next to her maliciously, and said in a long voice:

"So, if there are really still living vampires in the inner city, tonight is their only chance to escape, let's wait and see."

"Tris!"

Murphy frowned and accentuated his voice.

Lady Triss pursed her lips, but she didn't continue to tease Murphy when she sensed Murphy's emotions.

Today, the day was spent busy in the advance incineration of the little players and survivors, and there were not many surprises, but because they noticed the true effect of the fire purification, the enthusiasm of the survivors was very high.

Their desire to reclaim their homeland drove them to act more efficiently than Murphy had anticipated.

In the late afternoon, as the players went offline, the survivors continued to light fires in all directions, and when the last block was also ignited by the fire oil, the survivors who had been busy for a day and a night with black and gray faces finally advanced to the edge of the outer city under the cover of flames.

Without the astral shadows and the Polymer of Despair, they can finally see their city in the aftermath of the disaster.

The huge chasm that was more than 100 meters wide and smashed by the dimensional meteorite, and the flickering filthy light spots in the city on the other side, which was still shrouded in the filthy storm of astral psionic energy, represented that the old Cadman City had completely disappeared, and also shattered the last illusions in the hearts of many survivors.

The heavy facts before them had made it clear that everything they knew was gone.

Many even knelt in front of the big chasm and wept bitterly.

They are not only weeping for themselves who have no support and must continue on the road to an uneasy tomorrow, but also for the countless souls buried in the city.

Cadman City, which had nearly 150,000 people before, is now left with only a thousand men, which means that the dark history that has been written on the land of Translancia for more than 400 years has also collapsed with this disaster.

But they didn't provoke anyone.

They don't know anything about the grievances between the vulture vampires and the Plantagenet Kingdom, and the benefits of the war manipulated by the upper echelons have nothing to do with them, and in the ten years of war, not only the civilians in the war zone have been tortured, but they are also not comfortable.

But they have to bear the consequences of the mistakes of others.

"It's a lesson."

Behind the weeping survivors, Murphy stood quietly in the ashes of a fire extinguished, and whispered to Tracey beside him:

"Salekdal and the Blood Vulture Clan have taught me a vivid lesson with their own destruction, this is the end of too many enemies, whether it is the night or the psionic enchantment created in 400 years, it cannot stop the power of hatred."

"So what? Little Murphy. ”

Tracey disagreed.

She has lived for five hundred years, and she has long been accustomed to these things.

She knew it wasn't as simple as Murphy had summed it up, but she just wanted to hear what her lovely son had for the future, so she twisted open the delicate flask and took a small sip.

This elf-style flask was found and offered to her by a small player from the ruins.

She played with her beloved things, looked at Murphy, and said:

"So how are you going to establish your rule on this ruin? Is it good to others? Or is it a change from Transncia's toughness and an effort to become a little sheep? ”

"I think I'll probably try to dispel the hatred of vampires and Transans, just as it seems to me that vampires are not inherently evil, and humans are not spotless White Lotus.

Everyone's butts are not clean, so let's make do with it.

Of course, it needs to be changed to a more equal and united way for all.

It's not just vampires and humans!

The city of the future will welcome everyone, loved or hated, celebrated and abandoned, all finding their place here.

They will follow my rules, and I will use their power wisely.

Unite all against the malice. ”

Murphy never hid his thoughts from Tracey, and he was very frank when he said:

"I won't make enemies, but if others think I'm a child of the blood vulture to be bullied, I don't mind biting them hard."

"You can't do it with these people."

Tris coughed and said:

"Your warriors are your greatest reliance, you have to find a way to arm them as soon as possible, now they have courage, but this is not enough, far from enough."

Murphy nodded.

Increasing the number of players is a real headache, and he guesses that the increase in player manpower should not only be obtained by doing "tasks" on their own.

That's too slow.

Maybe after the end of his sixth ring guidance task, the administrator system will surprise himself, but now that the territory is available and the people are there, the black iron trial, one of the two conditions necessary to complete the task, has become the most headache.

How on earth can he find a suitable target in Cadman City, which is now in ruins?

Just when Murphy had a headache, in the distance, under a burning block, Lumina, who had just come online, was carrying the last batch of fire oil with Sister Pomegranate.

She can only be online at this time due to the time difference, but Sister Pomegranate has specially adjusted her time so that she can play with Lumi.

"Give me another chance, don't be so strict, little Lumi."

Sister Pomegranate pleaded with Lumina:

"I did poorly on that test paper yesterday, but you have to believe that my IQ is definitely more than that."

"I can't help it, Sister Pomegranate."

Lumina sighed and said:

"I know you're very good, but this rule is not set by me, don't worry, wait for the next time my friends enter the game after the game quota is released, you can talk to them again."

Personally, I'm in favor of it, but it's useless to have me in favor of it. Alas?

What's that?

Look! Pomegranate, there's something crawling out of the big crack over there!

Seems to be a person?

How did this come to this? As dirty and tattered as a beggar. ”

"What kind of eyes do you have, is that one? That's at least a bunch of them, okay! Their eyes are still glowing, blanch! Rush here, run! That's not right!

Lumy! Blow the whistle, quick! Call the NPCs to come!

We can't deal with so many crazy vampire beggars!

Where did all these crazy guys come from? ”

Fights: The Return of the Pioneers! A new book by the old author of machine warfare five pairs of wheels! It all starts with Macross Fortress!

(End of chapter)