(Add more to 'Midsummer's Presumptuous' brother [3/5])

Ah Ru, who was covered in blood, looked at the scene in front of him in amazement.

It was supposed to be a large underground warehouse of three connected together, but the middle wall had been cut through to connect them into a common area.

There are also a lot of wooden crates stacked in the corners, but they are already crowded, and the terrain of the entire area can be seen from the entrance platform where the three small players are located, which has been planned as a rather compact and crowded but orderly evacuation area.

Densely packed with people here, it looks unusually noisy, but in fact they seem to have become accustomed to this cramped life.

Men were digging corners of warehouses with tools to create more usable space, while the crowd was building rudimentary "sheds" out of dismantled crate planks to divide the compartments and make the most of the less spacious terrain.

The people here even hang empty boxes that resemble treehouses on top of the area.

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

The coo-gu chicken next to Ah Ru even saw that there was a special place in this big warehouse where pots were boiling.

If it weren't for something wrong with the area, they suddenly seemed to be back in the survivor camp.

And the people living in this underground giant warehouse in front of them knew that they must be civilians of Cadman City just by looking at their clothes and dress, just like many people in the outer city who hid in the sewers when they were attacked by the astral rift, the people in the inner city made the same choice.

But apparently they were much luckier than the people who had escaped underground in the outer city, presumably because the vampire hunk guarding outside had found them and brought them here.

"Damn, how many people are here?"

Cheche was a little frightened, and he asked in a whisper.

The calmer Ah Ru glanced at the estimation skills of elementary school mathematics and said:

"Look at the number of shacks, at least 1500! Something isn't quite right here, it must be a super powerful hidden plot! It must be reported to Mr. Murphy immediately! ”

——

The Vampire Lord had just dealt with the Astral Scorpiones, and it 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: a lion, a bat, and a poisonous scorpion, and it is said that they live in the depths of the dark mountains south of the Translancia region, and there are also mutant groups in the great desert of the Songhai Empire in the distance.

Manticores are giant beast creatures as adults, and as they grow older and more powerful, some of them will step into the realm of "legendary creatures" that can no longer be understood by common sense.

But the Astral Magoon is clearly more dangerous than his "compatriots" in the physical world.

This danger comes not only from its body and brute strength three circles larger than the average lion, but also from the poison contained in its nimble and vicious scorpion tail, but also because the Astral Manticore, like all of its fellow Astral Planes, can use some psionic spells and shock the hearts of its enemies.

If it weren't for the fact that Murphy had grown wide bat wings to soar into the sky, he really wouldn't have had a good idea of what he could do with this fierce and dangerous beast who had already fallen in love with biological flesh.

This creature can easily reach subsonic speeds, and the underground cavern it is in at this time severely limits its playfulness, so that it cannot hold out for five minutes in the face of Murphy's ghostly onslaught.

Like the other astral creatures, this guy began to dissipate quickly after the physical projection was broken, but it left Murphy with a bit of "memorial".

Its venomous, bizarre scorpion tail nail landed at Murphy's feet.

Although it is biomass, it is as cold as a shaped metal, and it is also highly poisonous when it flashes in the dark, and its crooked shape is obviously a good material for a short knife or dagger.

"Huh?"

As soon as Murphy picked up his loot, he sensed the message from the junior player in the Core Orb.

According to the communication system of the Orb Architecture, players cannot actively communicate with Murphy as a superior node, and can only apply in the form of "report".

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

Because the report request needs to be written in the fixed format of the letter in the world, players who are troublesome rarely use this feature.

Right now, you're still raiding a strategy dungeon, who has the leisure to do this kind of thing?

He pinched the core orb and opened the report sent by Ah Ru, although the number of words was not much, but it made Murphy's eyes squint immediately.

Ha?

Blood Vulture Tribune?

A minimum of 1,500 survivors?

Hidden shelters and the corpses of mad vampires? Isn't this connected with the doubts and reminders of the eldest lady before?

"Wait a minute!"

He gestured to the old knight Finnock, who was about to move on, and then sent a communication request to the Arithmetic Orb in the eldest lady's hand.

After a few seconds, the communication was connected.

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

"What's the matter? I'm busy here. ”

"Who is the current tribun of the Blood Vulture Clan?"

Murphy asked.

As one of the family members, he should know the answer to this question.

But helplessly, as a marginal person, Murphy was not clear and did not care about these organizational structures, and his sudden question at this time made the eldest lady stunned for a moment.

She replied:

"Kuder Feodoro Sivir Lesenbra, my elder brother um, the titular elder brother, was once a wandering knight in the Anjou region of the Kingdom of Zealand, and became a member of the family in the Dark Mountains more than a hundred years ago.

I was embraced by my father for the first time.

It's normal for you not to know him, in fact, Kudel relied on his strong will to fight against Midnight's call even after he was first embraced.

He was alien to most of his family, and many of them had never even seen him.

Kudell was very resistant to vampires' use of humans as food, and in order to serve his family better, his father appointed him as tribune until now.

What does he do, you ask?

Kudell must have died when the Astral Rift opened. ”

"He's not dead."

Murphy said bluntly:

"My warrior stumbled upon him in the cloister and was taken back to the 'sanctuary' by him as a citizen of Cadman City, and your 'brother' gathered at least 1,500 civilians in the disaster and hid them in a warehouse beneath the cloister.

It is now also certain that the mass of mad vampire deaths in the cloisters was his hand.

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

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

Miriam will organize men to meet them outside.

But be prepared, according to my warriors, it seems that your brother has also been eroded by the astral energy, and his mind has become insane. ”

"This"

The eldest lady was silent for a moment when she heard Murphy's explanation, and after a few seconds, she whispered:

"It's really like Kudel's style, okay, leave it to me, is it going well on your side?"

"We've gone into the underground river, just disposed of a manticore, old Finok and I will continue to move forward, and I'll contact you when we find the right exit."

Murphy cut off the communication after a few words.

As he turned around, the old knight Finnock asked:

"The tribune you're talking about. How did he do it? Sheltering so many people under such a massive astral rift doesn't sound like something a vampire can do, but more like a religious miracle.

And Kudel.

I seem to have heard of this name. ”

"I'd love to meet that compatriot, who seems to be as different in the family as I am, and I think he and I should have some common language."

Murphy shook his head and said:

"But that's for later, Lord Finnoke, are your waist and legs restored? I seem to hear something strange up ahead, you see, I've just fought with a manticore. So."

"Hmph, can't a young man hunt a manticore? You're so bad. ”

The old knight sarcastically said:

"There's no arrogance you had in the past, the Scarlet Witch slaughtered a small town overnight, and when I was a child, Trace's reputation could scare the lord of a principality to the point of maintaining a curfew for years.

You're a little too weak as her heir, aren't you? ”

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

Murphy replied with a grin, and then followed the old knight as he continued his trek through the crooked river into the depths of the cloister.

He's not talking nonsense either.

There was indeed movement ahead, and judging by the cold and eerie psionic vibrations coming from there, it seemed to be a tough bunch of things to deal with.

Wraiths

No, higher spirits!

And the amount is quite staggering.

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

She knew the place.

It was a place where the Blood Vulture Clan stored supplies for the clansmen operating in the cloister area, and it was the same as the family vault in the outer city, which could ensure that the elite members of the entire family would not be depleted of ammunition and food in case of external invasion.

It was the lowest area of the entire corridor, nearly a hundred meters above the surface, and it was not surprising that it had been able to hold on until now with the astral rift opening and throwing a huge amount of psionic energy into the ground.

In the face of the catastrophe that befell Cadman City, this warehouse is indeed one of the safest places in town.

The eldest lady made her way towards the warehouse area as she summoned the young players around her with the privilege of delegating the Orb of Calculation, they had been fighting in the corridor for more than four hours, and there was not much time left for today's game, and Murphy's arrangement was obviously taking this into account.

Give players a safe place to go offline, and by the way, have them escort these survivors out of the Corridor of Blood, which is becoming more and more dangerous.

In Murphy's plan, the entire corridor was to be blown up in the end, and it was only a dead end for the survivors to stay here.

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

The gathered young players followed the silent lady through the psionic camouflage, and soon spotted the strange deaths of the vampires along the way.

When the hearts of these creatures are removed, they turn into stone statues.

According to Lady Trace, as long as the statue does not shatter, there is a small chance that the vampire will be "resurrected" if the heart is put back in for a while.

There was a commotion in the ranks.

The little players have experienced the destructive power of these crazy vampires today, and the elites they fear are slaughtered here like pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

It's a testament to the fact that there must be quite some great guys here.

"Stop, don't come any closer."

The eldest lady quickly sensed the boiling killing intent and familiar aura coming from ahead, and she reached out to stop the little player, while she herself strode forward with the Crimson Mystic Staff.

"Stop!"

A shout rang out from the front, and Fiimis immediately stopped.

Then, as a group of young players watched the cutscene, the tall epee knight stepped out of the shadows ahead.

He wears scarlet vampire-style heavy armor, a vulture-like face guard, and a wide cape behind his back.

But at this time, both the gorgeous heavy armor and the face protection were already stained with terrifying blood, and the scarlet cloak was even more tattered, like the weakened wings hanging low.

It's not bleak, though.

Because the owner of the armor still has a straight waist after countless battles, like a stone pillar that does not fall, and holds the same blood-colored giant sword as others.

At first glance, he is a super ruthless character.

"Brother."

Philimis looked at the man in front of him.

She reached out and took off her hood, and said to the man who was looking at her coldly:

"It's me, Femis, I'm back, bringing back reinforcements! I already know what's going on here, and I need to send the survivors you sheltered right now."

"Bang!"

The heavy greatsword slammed into the ground, and the conspicuous crack cracked.

"Citizens can't go yet! It's dangerous out there! I have to protect them, it's my duty! ”

The Blood Vulture Tribune said in a hoarse voice:

"The sky has shattered, and the astral plane is invading! There are monsters roaring in the dark. Sarokdal is mad, he says he heard the call, and the vampires are crazy, and they want to escape only to be captured by the whispers of the darkness.

Up ahead!

There are sins you can't imagine!

But I have to stay here.

I have been given the duty to protect the citizens! No one can come close!

You are not allowed to hurt them!

You are not allowed to harm the people I protect!

I don't care about you!

Bloodsucker!

You're not welcome here! ”

The reprimanded Phemis bit his lip, and from Kudel's reprimand, he could taste the true thoughts of the former wandering knight about the Vulture Clan, even after more than a hundred years, he still called them vampires.

This proves that Kudell himself does not consider himself a member of the Blood Vulture Clan, even though he himself has long since become a Midnight Immortal.

"The Astral Rift is closed, and Murphy has led us to set up a survivor camp outside! Father is doing dangerous things, Kuder, I know how strong your will is to protect the people, but you must take them away now! ”

Phimes clenched the staff of mystical power in his hand.

Although Kudel in front of her had been trying to maintain her momentum, the eldest lady could keenly discern the weakness of the tribune's exterior.

He's probably been fighting like he is now for almost 10 days, and even if he's a silver rank vampire, he's almost running out of gas.

"I'll say it one last time!"

The eldest lady accentuated her voice:

"Kudel! I'm not here to hurt your people, I'm here to help them, sober up! ”

"You! Shameless vampires! ”

Kudell held the terrifying scarlet greatsword in both hands, and his whole body exuded a cold killing intent, and he scolded:

"Get out of the land I'm protecting! One last warning! ”

Completely impossible to communicate!

Only the obsession of protection sustains him.

Perhaps it was this obsession that helped him resist the erosion of his mind by the filthy psionic energy, so that he would not fall into complete madness like other vampires.

The eldest lady shook her head.

She grabbed the Orb of Calculations and gave the order to the young players behind her to prepare for the attack, and then, raising the Crimson Secret Staff, she whispered:

"I know I wasn't qualified to say that before, but now, I do want to help these people who we once saw as food, just like you, so."

"I beg your pardon for being rude, Your Excellency the Tribune."

(End of chapter)