According to Einstein's theory of relativity, time is a magical thing that passes very quickly at certain times, especially when focusing on one thing, time will always turn fast.

From this point of view, even if it's only ten seconds, that's a lot of power!

For example, when besieged by ten times the number of enemies, the soldiers in the trenches will feel like they are living for years, but when they have strong support to turn the situation on the battlefield and victory is imminent, the soldiers will get excited and devote themselves to the expulsion of the enemy and the pursuit of victory.

The events of the Scarlet Keep tonight are perfect proof of that.

The militiamen who had been improvised to defend the city were particularly brave in the second half of the battle.

Even though Archon Miriam repeatedly insisted that they should not be allowed to pursue them over long distances to avoid accidents, at dawn, the militiamen who pursued the farthest hath had driven the fleeing gnolls not far from the village of Morland under the leadership of Mr. Portman.

It's a miracle.

It would have taken four or five hours to ride a horse, but the excited militiamen didn't feel tired at all.

The young men carried muskets and war spears on their backs, roaring and shouting with red faces, like a group of hunting mountain and forest savages, and when they encountered a stubborn jackal, they would go up with a spear.

These terrible alien bandits of the past are like sheep at their mercy today, and more gnolls are just trying to escape, screaming and fleeing.

Their minds had been completely crumbled by the repeated onslaught of hussars descending from the sky.

But it's not to blame them, there are many more determined beings than gnolls in the past years who have suffered the same dilemma, and the hussars should not be on the battlefield against the gnolls at all, this is to kill chickens with a knife.

Poor Kenpot just picked the wrong opponent.

"I don't know why I used to be afraid of these dog things, they are completely unworthy of my fear!"

A young teenager looked at the rising sun behind him, and said to Mr. Portman, who was riding a horse beside him and leading them in pursuit of the gnolls:

"Twenty thousand gnolls were routed by us in one night, has this ever happened before? Uncle Portman. ”

"No rules! Call me 'Knight'! ”

His Excellency the Portman Knight, who had a peculiar Mediterranean hairstyle, snorted.

He rode on his horse and tried to put on the mighty expression of a knight lord, even though his back was already aching from the jolt.

Faced with the inquiry of this distant nephew of his own, Portman thought for a moment and said:

"I guess there is.

After all, we've held out here four times without being defeated, and although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, my grandfather used to tell me about the scene of the fourth one repeatedly when I was a child.

That's a lot scary than it is now.

The gnolls who defeated Transencia are not worth mentioning, boy, the gnolls from the Dark Mountains are much more powerful and dangerous than them.

But now is not the time to talk about this, let's take a break, we'll go back later, rest for a few hours in the village of Morland and then go back.

There's still a lot to do in the city. ”

"Then can I join Master Maxim's People's Army?"

Portman Jr. asked excitedly:

"I killed four gnolls last night, and I think I'm already a warrior! I want to join them and defend our hometown with those veterans. ”

"You want to be beautiful."

Portman kicked the whimsical young man with his boot, and he yelled:

"Your father and mother didn't hand you over to me to let you go to the battlefield to fight hard, I have already arranged it for you, and in a few days you will go to the collective farm to be the captain of the militia."

Just as the Portman knight was teaching his nephew not to be too ambitious, the arithmetic orb hanging from his chest suddenly shook.

The Mediterranean Knight glared fiercely at Portman Jr., grabbed the orb and connected it.

"Knight Portman, your lord's new order has been issued, your location is very close to the village of Morland, now go there and join the witch hunters' militia at once.

Send any gnolls you catch along the way to a nearby quarry! Form a small camp there, and soon more gnolll captives will be sent over. ”

Archon Miriam's stern voice rang out from the Orb of Arithmetic, and she instructed:

"Your handsome assistant will be the director of the quarry prisoner of war camp for the time being, and then someone will replace him."

"What? Let the gnolls be taken prisoners? ”

Mr. Portman was shocked and said:

"Keeping them together will cause trouble! As long as these guys are outnumbered, they will mess up. ”

"Let them do the work, teach them the rules with the whip."

Miriam Says:

"No matter how unruly the gnolls dig up stones for a day, they don't have the strength to make trouble, and this is the lord's order, if you have an opinion, give feedback first, now carry out the order.

By the way, as long as those tame gnolls are prisoners of war, those who dare to resist will be killed directly. ”

"That's right, that's the way we do things in Translansia."

Mr. Portman laughed and accepted the order to lay down the orb, glancing at his nephew, who was still sulking, and calling him over with a roll of his eyeball.

"Come here, I have a safe and oily job to hand over to you, don't say that my uncle won't take care of you in the future."

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"Let's go and kill the gnoll to earn points!"

When the sun was fully rising, Brother Meow and the others were already ready to set off, and they were shouting to find someone to join them.

Now that the gnoll army has collapsed, the entire vicinity of the Crimson Keep is full of routs, and the will of the gnolls to resist has been crushed.

Brother Meow quickly recruited thirty men, those who had horses to ride, and those who did not went to the witch hunters to rent, and they received training routines from Maxim, and rushed out of the city with twenty recruits.

The Happy Stick team didn't come back at all.

They swept up the team's points overnight, and Brother Bang himself relied on exquisite tactical arrangements to make his personal points successfully enter the top ten.

Last night's victory made young players with brains realize that the main line of hunting gnolls is expected to end soon, and now is the last moment to rush to score.

Even mud trucks, shovels, and all-risk semi-trailers, which have never been keen on fighting, have organized people to join this "carnival of winners".

After all, for players, the treasure chests and equipment that are basically "given away for free" in the current situation will be sorry for the time and effort they have put in.

It's a pity that today's bright sun is really unfriendly to vampire players, forcing the student party to run to the sewers in humiliation to find the ghouls' bad luck.

Fortunately, the Blood Rat Gang has also opened up the reputation exchange of Ghoul Claws, so that they will not work in vain.

In this chaotic environment, Murphy and Tracy, along with Miffus and Miriam, received Count Sico and her two guards in the Vulture Corridor.

The vulture knight Varand and his wife Sunny stood in front of Murphy like two giants, the smell of blood left behind by the battle, but last night's charge was not too difficult for the hussars.

It's hard to even be a challenge.

The knights led by the two of them charged back and forth in the army of gnolls seven times, and their armor did not have a few scratches.

They didn't wear battle helmets at this time, and showed their rugged faces and facial features in front of Murphy's eyes, allowing him to really see what the mountain people of this world were like for the first time.

Then he realized that it was no wonder that the "descendants of the mountain people" rhetoric he had made up for the little players couldn't hide the smarter NPCs, and the gap between the two was too big.

The little players with fine skin and tender meat are put together with the real mountain people, and they are reflected as "little fresh meat" with the appearance of small milk dogs.

No way!

It seems that we have to redesign a more credible source for the younger players.

Murphy thought so, smiling and nodding at the Vulture Knight and his lady.

He and Valland are also considered "pen pals", and the two have maintained a two-day call frequency in the past half a month, and occasionally have to scold if they don't say well.

Therefore, at this time, there is not much unexpected embarrassment in the "face base".

However, the most eye-catching thing in this meeting in front of me was not the two mountain barbarian cavalry commanders, but His Excellency Count Sico, who was escorted by them.

To be precise, Your Excellency the Countess of Sico.

It's really a little girl, looking fifteen years younger, in fact, 160 is not too short, but under the backdrop of two 2.5-meter-tall guards behind her, she looks like a pocket doll.

The countess also wore the same style of armor as the hussars, and held a helmet with black and white tassels under her arms.

Her countenance was not exquisite.

After all, there is also the blood of mountain people and barbarians, and her facial features are somewhat rough, but the other half of her bloodline must be elegant and beautiful people, which is extremely effective in correcting the overall image of this girl.

Especially the pair of surprisingly big eyes, which embellished her face with agility.

The countess had short, lean maroon hair, a hair color peculiar to the mountain dwellers of the Sachs region, which for a long time was considered "uncivilized" in the Kingdom of Sealand.

"Is there anything dirty on my face?"

Countess Sico suddenly spoke, and asked crisply.

This caused Murphy, Tracy, and Miriam to immediately withdraw their gaze from looking at her, but Miss Phimes was unaffected.

Probably because of the very similar height and demeanor of the two, she has a good impression of the "little" countess in front of her, just as it is a reason that Phimes has made friends with Xiao Weiming.

"I beg your understanding, Your Excellency the Countess."

Murphy, as the governor of Translasia, stepped forward and stretched out his hand to her with the most appropriate smile, and he explained in a gentle tone:

"The strong and brave commanders of the hussars are such beautiful and graceful men, and this contrast will always make our eyes linger on you.

Please be assured that this is not slanderous or malicious, just curiosity. ”

"Just call me Sharon."

The countess grinned and held out her hand to shake Murphy's.

At this time, the vampire's expression suddenly changed subtly, although the petite countess in front of him could not directly touch the skin with the knight's hand armor, but as a vampire who was very sensitive to life force, Murphy still sensed that the other party was "wrong" in this contact.

Especially the "left hand" that was holding with him.

There is not the slightest vitality under the armor.

There is no blood flowing that can be perceived by a vampire, this is a prosthetic leg!

"Ha, from the change in your eyes, I guess you already know."

Countess Sico, who called herself "Sharon", grinned slyly, and in front of her four new friends, she handed the helmet in her arms to Lady Sunny and then removed her left hand nonchalantly.

"Yikes! Engineering prosthetics? ”

Miriam, who had been studying on the halfling's territory next to her, exclaimed, and the other three vampires looked strange.

The countess's "left hand" is made of silver-gray metal made of complex gears, sliding rods and connectors, and is not specially encapsulated, so the operation of the gears and levers rotating in the palm of her hand and mechanical fingers is quite "sophisticated".

Of course, this scene is somewhat terrifying in the eyes of conservative and closed vampires.

Especially for an "old aunt" like Tracey, who was always dismissive of such mechanical creations without blood filling.

But Murphy's eyes were filled with curiosity.

He felt that the scene in front of him fully explained the "unscientific" aspects of steam engineering in this world, if it was seen by young players.

Well, we have to find a way for them to see and post this scene on the forum to increase the popularity and discussion of the game.

"Frightened, aren't you?"

Countess Sharon seemed very pleased with the reaction of the vampires in front of her.

She raised her left hand and moved her fingers to make it click, and proudly patted her left arm and leg with her right hand.

She said:

"I lost a part of my body in the run two years ago, but thankfully I've been interested in these machines since I was a kid and my mom has a halfling mechanic as a follower, so I've had a great engineering instructor since I was a kid.

I'm a bit talented at it, so after fate befell me, I used my skills to make up for what I had lost.

So don't underestimate me, guys.

I'm pretty good. ”

"Click"

As her voice fell.

The palm of its left hand pops out of a black hole in the mechanical activity, and then retracts into the hidden arm as the fingers move.

It was like a joke from the optimistic and brave little girl Countess in front of her, and it also made Phimes more satisfied with his future "good friend".

And this scene also made the light in Murphy's eyes brighter.

He knew that the "development team" led by him was about to give his cute and brave players a big job!

"Lord Murphy, Lady Trissy, this is another reason why we have brought our troops to the Crimson Keep to rekindle the Holy Alliance."

Behind the little count, Lady Sunny whispered:

"We hope to use your power to help Sharon get back to 'normal.'"

"The power that vampires wield has never been anything short of 'normal'!"

Tracey's eyes narrowed, and she asked:

"So I must make sure, what do you two and your Count want to get help from us?"

"Isn't my wife clear enough?"

The vulture knight Varand replied with some dissatisfaction:

"We mean, please turn Sharon into a vampire!

Not only would she be able to heal her lost body with the help of the power of midnight, but she would also be able to reclaim her precarious life from death.

You don't think that as the daughter of Count Sico, as the most outstanding descendant of the mountain people, little Sharon's body shape at this time is normal, right?

I'm a rough man, so I'll be honest.

If you can restore our Count to health, then the Hussars and Earldom of Sico will be willing to accept the new order of Transencia and fight for Governor Murphy and the land.

Last night's participation in the war was a demonstration of our sincerity. ”

Tracey and Murphy glanced at each other, and they roughly understood what the Vulture Knight meant.

Murphy glanced at the little earl, and he nodded, and said:

"In that case, then, according to the style of your mountain people, let's skip the boring diplomatic rhetoric and political games, and get down to business.

Phimis, get ready.

We're going to do a 'full body check' for Earl Sharon first. ”

(End of chapter)