"Shameless blood vultures have colluded with witch hunters! The power of Avalon looms over here, and we suffer heavy casualties! ”

The roar of wolf venom echoed through the dark sewers, representing a drastic change in the tide of battle. After the Witch Hunter faction joined the Dark Hunt, the original suppression of the Bloodvulture remnants by the Wolf Vanguards had been reversed, and as the battle between Corrando and Murphy lengthened, the situation of the Wolf Warriors who had been defeated everywhere became precarious.

This made the heart of Mark Collando, who led a group of elites to attack everywhere and be invincible, sink more and more.

They had already killed many of the Bloodvulture's elite blood servants, but instead of frightening each other, this cold and brutal death had made their momentum more and more ferocious.

That kind of hatred is being played out in this murderous sewer in an extremely "terrifying" way, and Mark Corlando has seen those crazy "blood servants" die together with bombs and wolf poison sons more than once.

He couldn't imagine the mental state of these guys!

You're blood servants!

He'd never seen a Blood Servant on Greeney Island who could be so fanatical about a vampire, and were these Children of the Blood Vultures really not afraid of death?

That's not right!

No matter how tenacious the human spirit is, it is impossible to completely ignore the threat of death, and these guys are not just ignoring death, they are even contemptuous and mocking death.

"Sorcery!"

A wolf venom psychicist beside Mark scolded:

"The Blood Vulture Clan of Dog Day must have used some kind of magic that we can't understand to transform their offspring, they're crazy! It's like being emasculated from all the emotions of fear. I don't feel the slightest ripple in their hearts other than the frenzy and weird joy in them, they're like a bunch."

"I'm eating my flesh bomb!"

Before she could finish her sentence, she heard a loud roar from the broken gong, and then a young player with alchemy bombs all over her body and all of them lit up jumped out of the corner in front of her with red eyes.

The guy also had two Molotov cocktails in his hands, making his pounce like a mad Ivan.

"Brother Loyalty! Don't! You're rushing too fast, we can't keep up with you adding blood, you madman! ”

There was also a group of young players yelling in the back, but they couldn't stop the death attack launched by the crazy guy in front of them.

Mark saw him, and as a descendant of wolf venom, he didn't see the slightest fear in the fanatical eyes of the madman in front of him, and there seemed to be a touch of madness in those eyes that he couldn't understand.

Eager?

Feed!

You sober me up!

Do you know what you're doing right now!!

"Boom"

At the same time that Mark's staff sword pierced Brother Zhong's heart, the "fueled" explosive bombs on the latter's body also detonated at this moment.

The terrifying flames rose and corrosive venom and poisonous smoke erupted, and the liquid that flew out was too viscous to stain the hairy skin of Mark and the psionic master next to him and begin to burn.

There is simply no extinguishing of it.

"Ahh

The psychicist screamed and fell to the ground, and Mark Crando tried to grab her but she waved away.

"Let's go! Come on! ”

The thug screamed at Mark:

"They're all crazy people! The blood vultures don't care about their life or death, they don't care about themselves, we've been tricked! It's a death trap for us, run! ”

"Run? Where are you going? ”

The somber and brutal sound was accompanied by the shattering of the wall behind him, and Mark Corrando looked back to see Maxim appear in the darkness, holding a venomous wolf warrior in one hand, kicking open the ancient wall in the dust, and Lady Adele and her son Dorothy quietly emerging from the dark flank.

On the other side, the excited roar of the manticore lion was ominous, and in the chase with the faces of the Touch You Poor and the Belly Brother full of joy, the two of them had rushed out under the leadership of the Grand Duke's Chief of Guard, "Mad Bonnie", and blocked the last breakthrough direction of the Quartet.

Wolf venom can't fly!

These very powerful elite monsters are obviously already in their wings!

The little players looked at the obviously unusual equipment on Mark Corrando in front of them, and their eyes lit up with undisguised greed.

Even though they had just lost many of their companions, they didn't seem to feel the slightest emotion about the death.

This unique and penetrating gaze sent a shiver down the shoulders of Mark Collando.

It dawned on him that what he knew about the Blood Vulture seemed to be limited to the hatred of the past, and that the current Blood Vulture had long since been reborn and different.

No!

They are no longer even the vampires they are familiar with, the traditional and disgusting Midnight Suns, they are more like a bunch of monsters in vampire skin.

No one could have imagined the craziness that was being stuffed under that shell

Father made a terrible mistake!

Mark Corrando sighed inwardly, and he drew his staff and sword, and at this moment it occurred to him that not only his father, but the entire Greypaw faction seemed to have made a serious mistake.

They are convinced of the weakness of the Blood Vulture, but the family seems to be being reborn in a strange way they simply can't imagine.

No.

Rather than "reborn", perhaps it is more appropriate to call it "borrowing the corpse to return the soul"?

Such an explanation makes tonight's defeat seem to be justified, after all, no matter how fierce the warriors of the Wolf Venom Clan are, they are normal people, how can they be the opponents of a group of crazy people who can't be treated with common sense?

On the other side, near the area of the old sewers.

The eldest lady is performing the final "ritual" here, and according to Murphy's previous instructions, she is to use fossilized clay psionic energy to reseal the rift leading to the three-story cave.

This means that the Gnoll Vanguards, who are still fighting the Ghouls in the three floors below, and a small number of Wolf Venom Warriors, will be completely sealed inside.

Fiemis understood why Murphy did this, she just felt that the treatment was somewhat cold.

Although she had ruthlessly killed several wolf venom crumbs who tried to kill her in the battle just now, the well-read eldest lady obviously knew the weaknesses of the wolf venom cubs better than Murphy.

They are the most melee warriors in the vampire clan.

But it's also the player who is the weakest in the control of the dark psionic energy, which is normal, the strength always has a focus, and the end of thinking about everything often doesn't get anything.

The forgoing psionic blessing allowed the Wolf Venom Clan to reach the pinnacle of melee combat, and their unique "Wild Monster" atavistic power enhanced their superior lethality in melee combat.

It's hard to argue that this was the wrong choice, after all, the miserable battle loss ratio between the two sides in the sewers at this time has justified Wolf Venom's survival strategy.

If it weren't for the murderous young players who were not afraid of death to contain the wolf venom's rage, the poor number of NPC vampires alone would have been crushed and devoured by the wolves of Korando.

Clandor didn't rush into the trap on his own initiative!

The brutal and vicious leader had thought of everything before he came in, but he couldn't understand the unique existence of the Otherworldly Spirits.

And it was this that doomed them to failure.

"But it's not his fault either."

While casting the spell, the eldest lady thought in her heart:

"Corrando has done well enough, who would have thought that Murphy would be able to summon otherworldly people who are not afraid of death to add to the rise of Translasia? It's all that, well, in his words, a means of cheating. ”

"I feel that you are slandering me, and although I don't know why you should sympathize with the enemy, I must say that this is only the most appropriate way for now."

Just as Fimis's association unfolded, Murphy's voice rang out from behind.

The eldest lady glanced back and saw that Murphy was striding towards him with two swords, cold teeth in his left hand and gray claws in his right hand, and the necessary evil of buzzing and chirping was still floating beside him.

The magic sword looked very angry.

And the three blades were dripping blood, proving that they had just drunk the suffering of others.

"How's the situation going?"

The eldest lady asked, and Murphy shrugged her shoulders and said:

"Judging from the battle loss ratio alone, we suffered heavy casualties, and more than 300 wolf poison fighters were disposed of by a quarter, but there are no more of my warriors left. Two of Maxim's three heirs died, Adele was left with only two minions, Dorothy and Dinah, and half of the unlucky little widow Mary's gang died.

Thankfully, the Knights of the Blood Alliance and the Thorn Assassins are elite enough to have Leenia in their cover, enough for our people who have been struck hard to retreat to safety.

Alas, the already miserable Blood Vulture Clan is even worse now.

If it weren't for the fact that Tracy and I were cold-blooded enough to care about the casualties of the Clan, tonight's scuffle alone would have been enough to wipe out the last bit of vitality of the Blood Vulture Clan.

Corrando is a formidable opponent.

He could have dragged the vultures to Hell to fulfill his ambitions, but unfortunately, three days later, in the early morning, those fearless heroes would return to the land alive.

So rounding it off, ignoring the 'necessary attrition' of the old days, we can proudly claim that we have achieved an outstanding victory! So I want to ask you, Phimis, what do you think of the future I have chosen for the Vulture Clan? ”

"I couldn't read it, but I was blown away."

The eldest lady pursed her lips and waved the staff of night whistling in her hand.

The last bit of the rift was sealed with flowing stone magma, and the roars of the gnolls and ghouls from below were completely sealed in the layer.

When it is opened again, there will be nothing but death and desolation inside.

"I can't imagine what kind of madness our clan would have if the Blood Vulture Clan had 500 of these 'Otherworldly Vampires'. But I'm sure that once the number exceeds 5,000, then the Blood Vulture Clan will be the most deviant of the Seven Clans. ”

The eldest lady was pessimistic about the future, but Murphy was not as emotional as she was, and he shook his head and said:

"We will also become the strongest members of the Seven Great Clans, and even the Blood Alliance Knights under the command of the Lord will bow their heads before us!

Even more than just the spread of the name of the Blood Vulture, Tracy has been delving into the psionic projection makeup of the warriors.

Maybe it won't be long before she can surprise us more.

Can you imagine?

Phimis, when my warriors can walk the earth in the form of wolf venom or thorns or even blood alliance knights, as dwarven elves and halflings"

"Then the reputation of Translasia is finished, for better or for worse. Luckily, we don't have much of a reputation to speak of. ”

Philimis rolled her eyes, the eldest lady didn't want to think about this terrible future.

Her work here was over, and Murphy walked with her into the deep sewers, where at their feet lay four or five twisted wolf warriors, all torn into white wolf bat statues by mysterious psionic techniques.

While walking, Murphy whispered:

"I suddenly realized that my use of psionic energy was too shallow, and I will ask you to teach me more later."

"You have Trass by your side, why do you want to learn from me?"

The eldest lady was surprised and said:

"Can't Tracey teach you? No way, look at you all day like glue. ”

"I just don't want to be taunted by her for being a fool."

Murphy sighed and said:

"Tracey's mouth is so poisonous, and she always likes to make things difficult for me.

Don't worry, I'm a summoner, and the psionic spells I want to learn are more manipulation containment techniques, and I won't waste too much of your energy. ”

"No, I'd be happy to help."

The eldest lady brushed her long hair and said:

"Whether you realize it or not, you are now the absolute core of the Blood Vulture Clan, and I will do my best to meet all your needs.

I'd also like to see the name of the Blood Vulture reverberate below midnight.

And you!

You're the one most likely to do this in the shortest amount of time, so I'll teach you the most basic psionic control techniques when you're free.

Let's start with the variant technique that your unique 'Death Grip' can extend."

"Whew!"

A terrible howl spread through the sewers at this moment, interrupting the eldest lady's words, making her subconsciously clench the staff of the night whistle, and Murphy was neither sad nor happy.

He looked at the restless darkness ahead, and glanced again at the Greyclaw Staff Sword he was holding.

He whispered:

"Crando is dead, the Greyclaw faction is finished, well, ambition is dead, but it will nourish another mind and set the victor on a thorny path.

I was truly honored to witness this. ”

"You gave him to Andrei?"

The eldest lady immediately read the true meaning of Murphy's words, and she said in surprise:

"I thought you'd take out Korrando personally, after all, he challenged you, and your character wouldn't say no."

"I know how to share, Miss Femis."

Murphy smiled in the darkness, and he whispered:

"It is painful to want to monopolize all good things, and only sharing can lead to happiness, not to mention that hatred is meaningless if you don't share it.

Let's go.

Join me in giving a round of applause to the winners. ”

——

Clandor is dead.

He was almost completely frozen into an ice sculpture, the final death that was achieved by freezing the flesh and blood essence under the constant release of the power of the Winter Spirit.

Faced with an enemy that could not be killed by a sword, Count André took the most direct and effective way he could think of.

Of course, he also gave a lot to do this.

"Your Highness!"

Vesta, a bloodied servant, rushed into the darkness and saw Andre slumped under the frozen wolf-bat ice sculpture.

The latter's left arm was bitten off entirely, and his chest was torn open to the point that he could even see his internal organs, so he had to freeze his wounds to heal slowly in order not to weaken further.

At this time, the Earl of White Mountain's hair, eyebrows, and newly grown beard had turned pure white in the north wind, which was the change that would be triggered by advancing the cold winter essence of the wilderness blood to the extreme.

The bloodline of the hero king Boris has its own magic, but the Count of White Mountain still gave everything he had for this hard-won victory.

His second Coldfang Blade snapped.

The broken blade stabbed into the forehead and eyebrows of Krando behind him, and in Andrei's hand was a silver vampire heart frozen like a jewel by the cold winter.

"Don't touch me, let me stand up on my own"

Vesta stepped forward to support his Count but was rejected by Andre, the young vampire was weakened to the extreme, but his eyes were full of joy and the joy that followed the victory.

He stood up with his broken sword, and patted the different ice sculpture behind him tremblingly, and the gray claw commander who completely turned into the true appearance of a wolf bat was frozen at the end of his life with an extremely real and brutal image, which is a legendary scene that no matter how powerful the carver is, he can't reproduce.

"It would be the best gift"

Andrei looked at his work with satisfaction, and he handed the frozen vampire heart in his hand to Vista again, and he commanded:

"You personally sent this heart and this ice sculpture back to the North Wind Castle and into the Ice Palace. The Heart of Corrando as a gift for Ancestor Shani's 371st birthday, and the Grey Claw Ice Sculpture as my collection for my sister, who will love this timeless rubbing of the moment of victory shaped by the death of her enemies.

Vista you have to deliver them personally. ”

The Count of White Mountain advised:

"This will allow our faction to be reborn."

"I will live up to my trust!"

The Loyal Servant swore very seriously, and then let the two thorn maidens help the Count out of the place, and he walked out of the dark tunnel to see Murphy in front of him and Phimes beside him.

Count Cadman looked the miserable Andre up and down, and the Earl of White Mountain, who was no longer graceful and solemn, struggled to straighten his back.

"Yes, from the point of view of the soldier and the commander-in-chief, you are already very qualified."

Murphy complimented.

He turned the sword carved into a vivid gray wolf's head in his hand, handed it to Andrei with one hand, and said:

"But how can a commander-in-chief not have a weapon that fits his hands? Congratulations on the triumph of ambition over the ambition of others. ”

"It's precious."

Andrei said in a hoarse voice:

"I thought you'd collect it."

"I'm not interested in anything outside of me."

Murphy waved his hand and said:

"All I need to do is win! Yes, victory alone is enough to soothe my generous heart. Ah, the old hatred adds to it tonight, and listen, the wheel of hatred begins to turn again. ”

(End of chapter)