Brother Meow isn't crazy.

Although he behaved like a demon who was heavily addicted to the Internet and had begun to lose the distinction between reality and illusion, it was only because he was too excited to pass the Black Iron Trial.

As a "hidden quest master", Brother Woo Meow unsurprisingly triggered a "hidden quest" again after the completion of the Black Iron Trial.

And the most buggy thing is that this hidden quest does not come from Murphy or other familiar NPCs, but from .

【Special Hidden Quest·' The Ancient Call' has been triggered!

Content: In the name of the gods, cleanse the evil spirits! Delve into history and clear the shadows! The way of nature, walk with you!

Objective: To assist Natalie Finochya Lawson and Jules Belinda in rebuilding the Avalon Sanctuary under the management of Lord Murphy, and to complete the re-seeding of the natural beliefs of the human race as much as possible.

Base Quest Rewards: Divine Revelation, Special Psionic Spell Sequence, Weak Luck, Standard Luck, and High-level Luck.

Advanced Quest Reward: Divine Revelation: Designated Low-level Natural Divine Technique Sequence Learning, Special Title "Divine Revelation".

Duration of the mandate: six months.

Prompt!

This task can be shared with other natural faith sequence testers up to a maximum of 10.

Prompt!

For every 1,000 additional believers in the New Avalon Church before the mission time limit, quest recipients will receive +1 Improved Rewards. 】

"me!"

After the four King Kongs were shared by Brother Woo Meow, they all let out bursts of exclamations in place, not only because the reward was very rich, but also because of the nature of this task!

Missionary!

This is a mission! Renaissance, brother Moe!

Although the rise of the new Avalon Church is already a sure thing after the White Oak Warband entered Transnesia, it is still surprising enough to ask players to directly participate in the establishment of the new church, and also for players to run away as missionaries to attract people to the church.

At least in other games, no matter how much messing around, try to avoid letting players get involved in religious gameplay.

It can only be said that it is worthy of the real otherworld!

This degree of freedom is full.

"Look, I just said that although we can't turn into cool vampires with the power system of the Church of Avalon, the development team will definitely compensate for it."

Brother Meow was full of ambition at this time.

He stroked the Avalon Holy Blade as if he was holding a wisdom bead, and said to his four vajrasas step by step:

"Now it seems that the characteristic gameplay of our power faction is the 'church system', and in the future, maybe we will be able to mix with the bishops of the region. But now is not the time to talk about this, I have already found a shortcut to complete the Black Iron Trial.

As long as we switch to the natural faction and get the force of nature bonus in the preferred terrain, we can learn from Brother Bang to make traps, as long as the skills are practiced, it is not a dream to go head-to-head with the elite! ”

"Well, turn! We'll turn around when the witch hunters are settled. ”

The other four people had not made up their minds to transfer to the witch hunter's power system before, but now that they saw Brother Wu Meow so brave, they could still win in 1V4 and suddenly saw the beauty of strength.

While it's annoying to have to choose a favorite terrain when fighting, it's also a real-life feature. If you think about it, vampires are buffed to the point that they can't be defeated in the dark, doesn't this mean that the vampire's preferred terrain is the night?

Hey, I always feel like I've found something amazing.

"Meow! What are you five doing? Don't touch the fish, come out! ”

The call of the happy bar in the framework of the team soon came, and he shouted:

"The fog of war has been dispelled by Lady Trissy, and the wild dogs of the Tower of the Ring have begun to flee, and Lord Murphy's order is not to stay! Come out and hunt down the rout! It's almost dawn. ”

"Oh, here it is."

Brother Meow answered, and left this "Lucky Forest" with the four King Kongs.

In the increasingly noisy night before their eyes, the fog of war that had obscured their vision had quickly dissipated under Lady Triss's spell, exposing the tragic situation of the entire area to the eyes of the young players.

The two besieged Witch Hunter Breakouts were littered with corpses, and it was clear that with the cunning strangulation tactics of the Psionic Hunters, it would be difficult for these remnants to gain an advantage in a head-to-head confrontation.

But on the other hand, because of the timely arrival of the little player and Master Murphy, and the continuous support of witch hunters in the front and back stages, the psionic hunters also suffered heavy losses.

"That's at least a few hundred dead."

Lao Qu carried his shotgun and looked around, and the corpses of the fallen people and horses in front of him made him a little unbearable to look at directly.

Although it has long been known that the background of this game world is an era of chaos and barbarism, how can normal people have the opportunity to see such a tragic situation in modern society?

It's true that they're chaotic, funny, and manic Fourth Apocalypse, but that doesn't mean the little players aren't emotional.

Especially in a world full of realism.

"Well, I think I'm starting to understand the pacifists."

The ring next to him sighed.

He crouched down and closed the eyes of the female witch hunter in front of him, who had lost their luster with anger and regret, and whispered a few upside-down Buddhist scriptures to send her to the bliss of rebirth, and then he got up and said to his brothers:

"War is too permeating, but luckily it doesn't happen over there, and to be honest, I still can't figure out why this Ring Tower has to wipe out the witch hunters. Didn't the witch hunters all serve as cannon fodder for psionics and the Plantagenet Kingdom for a whole decade?

This thing of crossing the river and pumping the ladder is too amazing, isn't it? ”

"Who knows?"

Brother Meow squinted.

After thinking for a few seconds, he said:

"I guess the old religion rebellion was still boring, and finding the truth about what happened back then may be the main career quest of our Avalon faction. Moreover, I always felt that there must be a lot of oil and water to be fished in this mission. ”

"Oh, how do you say?"

Brother Heisi leaned over and asked, Sanwudou also looked at Brother Meow curiously, who reached out and patted the imitation Avalon Holy Blade on his waist, and said:

"The item appraisal said that the Elder Grammore Council made a total of 150 imitation holy blades, and now they have all been lost in the war, except for the two in the hands of me and the gray-haired demon hunter Natalie have been confirmed, the other 148 don't know who is in their hands?

Think about it, what is the reason for the development team to come up with the legend of 150 holy blades? Not to mention the Oak Three Holy Blades, which sounds like a super-top equipment!

Now among the Three Holy Blades, only the Warden is in the hands of the leader of the Natalie Warband, and the whereabouts of the Punisher and the Arbiter are unknown.

Brothers,It's not sure that's the surprise left to us by the development team.,The legend of the peerless god soldier or something.,It sounds like a dick and powerful enough.。

Even if you can't get the real Holy Blade, it is enough to get a few imitation Holy Blades on your body, after all, there are only 150 things in the background, and this commemorative meaning and collection value alone is full of sighs. This cake is round. ”

"Makes sense."

The Four King Kongs were persuaded, and they had to admit that Brother Woo Meow's guess was still very reasonable.

So he happily ran to join up with the young players who were still chasing the defeated soldiers, and under the guidance of Master Murphy's divine steed, the spirit vulture, he continued to hunt down the collapsed psionic hunters under this bleak night.

Their activity and tireless hunting with less and more with less, as well as their enthusiasm for war and killing, made even the old witch hunters feel the heart tremble.

"This is the 'Murphy's Warriors' you've been talking about?"

The old hunter Eugene rode on his horse and asked Norman, the veteran soldier who was following beside him:

"It's they who went deep into the Vulture Corridor and participated in the fight against Salokdal? Obviously weak but so fierce and not afraid of death, he is worthy of the legendary savage but aggressive mountain people. However, I remember that the mountain people I had seen before were not as handsome as they were!

Moreover, why do these guys' black hair and black eyes always look like the characteristics of those Eastern Dragonborns in the ancient kingdom of Callum?

Are you sure they're from the ancient mountains of the Saxophone region? ”

"At least that's what Lord Murphy said."

Veteran Norman was hesitant to tell the old hunter about the identity of the little players as "otherworldly", but every time the words came to his mouth, a strange emotion would float in his heart. There seems to be some kind of force preventing him from telling the truth.

And this sentiment was all too familiar to him, and he would feel a similar feeling every time he entered the Nature Sanctuary to pray ten years ago, when the Church of Avalon had not yet collapsed.

That feeling of being watched

Perhaps, the eyes of the gods of Avalon have really fallen back on their last witch hunters, perhaps because they have proved their loyalty to the gods with the pain of ten years of war.

If the gods were asking him to keep this secret, then Norman would absolutely prevent any act of revealing the identity of these "mountain people".

In any case, the grace of the god Avalon has been upon these otherworldly people, which proves that they have become their partners in the path of nature.

"Bang"

A familiar gunshot rang out in front of them, causing old Eugene and Norman to immediately turn their horses forward.

Soon, they saw Marianne Mama executing an escaped psionic hunter commander.

The latter was half-kneeling, his helmet had been removed and tossed aside, his old face covered with the marks of the Tower of the Ring was full of pleading, and he screamed:

"Marianne! I saved you in the ambush of those Western Saharian barbarian gods and warriors in the Frozen Bay! We're friends! Right? Don't do it, don't end my life with a bullet.

Your naturally enchanted bullets aren't meant to attack your fellow citizens. ”

"I know, Pente, I know, I remember you crawling out of the haunted crypt of the old barbarians on your back, we were covered in blood, and you yelled at me not to sleep.

I will always remember your saving grace. ”

The old hunter sighed and lowered the double-barreled shotgun in his hand.

She took a step back, looked at the rebellious colleague in front of her, and in a hoarse voice, she said:

"But by the time you decided to help you hunt down our old friends for your new master, what I owe you has already been paid! Pent, you have to remember! None of this is a personal vendetta tonight!

For your sake of serving Avalon, be decent! ”

"Huh"

The emerald green hunting blade was unsheathed, and the traitor instinctively clenched his fist, but when he looked up and saw the eyes of Mama Marianne, full of exhaustion and helplessness, he sighed, let go of his five fingers and knelt on the ground, as he had prayed before, silently chanting something.

"May the star of Avalon shine upon the darkness that has gone astray."

Mama Marianne whispered, then coldly pressed the "old friend" on the shoulder, allowing the sharp blade to pierce the latter's heart with precision and shatter it with a flip of the wrist, cutting off all life of the psionically strengthened man.

"Well done!"

Old Eugene, who was on a horse, exclaimed:

"Worthy of the 'iron-blooded Marianne', it seems that time and suffering have not taken away your courage."

"Shut up!"

Mama Marianne did not accept the compliment.

She wiped the blood from her hunting blade and looked at the kneeling corpse in front of her, sighed, and poured a small bottle of fire oil on the traitor, then recited the name of the god and set the corpse on fire.

This is her last mercy to her old friend.

She didn't know what the vampire lord would do with the corpses, but with the current feud between the Vulture Clan and the Tower of the Ring, even the evil things that were in the middle of the night would certainly do it.

However, she had no reason to condemn Murphy now, for from tonight onwards, the vampire would also be her lord and protector of her faith.

Alas, for the witch hunters, the direction of this matter can be called black humor.

When Marianne was back on her horse, old Eugene leaned over and whispered:

"It's confirmed! Among those 'warriors' there are indeed believers of our God, who have not been baptized for more than twenty days, but who have crossed the realm of black iron with the blessing of our God. Marianne, we found it! The Holy Land and New Hope.

Right in Translasia! That is a second chance that our God has given to us and other lost! Tonight's blood, tonight's last crucifixion before dawn! ”

"Can you take away your unseemly fanatical taste?"

Mama Marianne was impatient to talk to a fanatic like old Eugene about these things, and she pressed her huntsman's hat down, and said with some weariness:

"It's not sure what the vampire has about the way of nature, and Natalie has promised him that he'll accept us, but can the vampire take his word for it?

Let's take it one step at a time. ”

"I still believe that this is my God's guidance!"

Old Eugene said in a low tone:

"Our sins have been paid for in ten years of hard work, the benevolent Avalon has reopened its arms to us, and Transcia will be the next Grammo, and we will repeat the great work of the first Presbyterians in 530 A.D. to establish the Templar.

That's what God wants to see!

I'm sure of that! ”

Mama Marianne did not refute this time.

She immediately looked at the corpses behind her in the darkness of the night and shook her head.

She didn't know if Transencia was the new holy land, and she didn't really want to know.

She only knows that she has been very tired and tired after ten years of fighting, and now she just wants to find a place where no one will spit on and spend the rest of her life peacefully. Alas, she is almost seventy years old, and although she is still vigorous under the blessing of nature, she has less than a hundred years to live, and time is no longer kind to her.

But she has learned to reconcile with time and even life in the midst of suffering.

Maybe after the disarmament and return to the field, it would be good to be an ordinary missionary or a church grandmother.

——

"So we only saved less than three hundred people?"

Murphy soared through the dark night sky, loyal Maxim at his side, always one position behind.

The Vampire Lord looked down from above over the battlefield, as the vampire's perception of life allowed him to feel that the rout was being killed one by one.

He whispered:

"Counting the three teams that broke through to the Under Armour Hills before, 1,200 of the 1,400 witch hunters survived?"

"No, only 1,000 people, my lord."

Maxim corrected:

"There are also 200 people who finally don't have the guts to follow Natalie's captain out of the Plantagenet Kingdom, and those are said to be cowards who are tired of fighting."

"It's a good expectation to want to live peacefully, and that can't be called 'cowardice,' Mark."

As soon as Murphy heard about the 1,000 people, he immediately thought that he had 10 more places, and the population of the villages and small cities that were still being sent by Miriam to claim dominance made the lord very satisfied.

He plans to find an opportunity to release all these test places in one go in a short period of time, and double the manpower of the young players under his command.

In this way, your other plans can be carried out smoothly.

"Mark! Have your veterans come over here and chop off the heads of psionics hunters and psionics! ”

Murphy looked at the night above his head, and he said in a cold voice:

"It's piled up here! Give the Tower of the Ring a response, and we'll tell them that tonight is not the end of the struggle! It's not even the end of the beginning, and they'll pay for their misdeeds.

It's not just them.

Wolf venom, gorse, dusk!

Anyone involved in the destruction of Cadman City should not even think of running! That's 150,000 people! They should have been my people.

They need justice. ”

"Yes, my lord."

Maxim did not resist this order, on the contrary, he felt that Master Murphy's decision was too good for taste.

The Transans never gave in to threats.

Although they are rich in poor ghosts, barbarians, and bred people, cowards and cowards cannot survive in their poor mountains and bad waters!

(End of chapter)