In the Scarlet Corridor, Murphy sat in his chair and observed.

His gaze at this time was extremely far away, and the focus of his pupils was not in front of him, which looked very hollow, as if the posture of a soul when it was out of its shell.

Tracy next to her was maintaining a continuous psionic spell, maintaining her unique spell casting action with the dark and cold posture that a vampire psionist should have, and her left hand was raised to the back of Murphy's head, and the majesty of the psychic energy escaped blew Tracey's long black hair behind her head, occasionally revealing the scar on her slender neck and delicate collarbone.

Her seductive face was full of discretion and weight, and she was using her superb psionic skills to bind Murphy's vision to Hogg in the filthy swamp.

This is the most iconic form of Detective Psionic Arts, the "Eye of Scouting", and Lady Trace's unique way of using psionic energy is an art of spell casting in the eyes of Heru, a professional Scout who works next to her.

What's more, what Triss is demonstrating to him at this time is how to use the "Spotting Eye" in an advanced way outside of normal operations.

This long-distance and long-term field of view switch has excellent concealment, allowing Heru to hold a notebook next to him and constantly record the valuable knowledge in front of him.

"It's a slightly improved Scouting Ritual."

Tracey glanced at him.

I feel that I am worthy of being a psychicine master from a professional class, and this curiosity alone is not comparable to those young players who have become monks halfway.

Seeing Heru working so hard, the Grand Duke of the Blood Vulture was satisfied, so he casually mentioned:

"The psionic energy required to maintain it for a long time is beyond your current capacity, you can try again after the strength has advanced, and you also need to make some psionic markings on your chosen 'eyes' in advance, otherwise it will be difficult for this technique to be successful."

"Uh-huh, thanks for the reminder."

Heru made another note, and then humbly asked:

"What is the normal and maximum effective distance of your detection technique?"

"The limit is about the same distance as it is now."

Tracey estimated:

"From the Crimson Keep to the depths of the filthy swamp, about seven hundred kilometers. Normally, I'd target Miriam to ensure my protection of the Crimson Archon, which Murphy demanded.

In his opinion, Miriam's importance to the realm was higher than his, and Murphy didn't need to be protected in most cases.

It's a pity that Miriam stubbornly rejects power, and she doesn't seem to have any intention of manifesting herself on the path of power, which is a pity.

Let's go back to the ritual.

The farther away it works, the higher the psionic cost, and the energy required to maintain it at this distance can drain your psionic pool in less than seven seconds.

If it lasts longer than fifteen seconds, the psionic veins in your body will be completely destroyed and you will become a waste.

This secret ritual is not intended for the Black Iron Tier Scout Psionics, so try it again after you enter the Silver Tier.

But if there's a fixed and well-made Inquisitor Tower that takes most of the stress on your shoulders, then it's a means that can be used at your disposal right now. ”

"Recon Mage Tana is too precious."

Heru was shocked, and sighed helplessly and said:

"Even my mentor doesn't deserve to have his own mage tower in White Cliffs, and we scouting psionics are just tricksters in the eyes of psionists of other factions, and have never been taken seriously.

Although the Scouts have been successful in several major operations during the Ten Years' War, trying to change this stubborn and stupid notion doesn't happen overnight.

My mentor's two biggest wishes in life are that he wants to get into the middle and upper echelons of the Tower of the Ring, and the title of provost, and the second is that he wants to have his own mage tower.

But until his death, these two wishes were still far away. ”

"You might be able to do it for him?"

Tris looked Heru up and down, and she whispered:

"You can apply to the Administration for the establishment of a mage tower, as far as I know, the Brotherhood of Stonemasons will begin construction of a 'Midnight Tower' for us in the inner city within two months as a new symbol of the Blood Vulture Clan, which will be a comprehensive structure that will also have the functions of a mage tower.

I've seen Professor Chen's design drawings.

It is a beautiful building with three auxiliary towers. This means that while I use the main tower, there will be three vacancies for the mage tower.

Fimmis will definitely have one as the Midnight faction's spellcaster leader, and one for the spellcasters among our warriors, and the last one is currently vacant

Write a request and submit it to Archon Miriam, and they'll approve it at their discretion, but I don't think you're able to use it for free at the moment, and you'll need to submit an expensive rental fee to the Administration. ”

"This is too arrogant, I'm just a Black Iron Psionic Master, and I'm still a Scout who doesn't have much combat ability."

Heru was hit by this gift package that fell from the sky, and he was suddenly a little at a loss.

He could not imagine that the Mentor's last wish would suddenly come true in this way at this time, but Tracey did not give him any more chance to explain, and she waved her hand and said:

"It's true that the strength rank is a little worse, but that doesn't detract from the fact that you're currently one of the few psykers in Transencia who have received formal training.

You're eligible for your very own Mage Tower, and that's just for now, of course.

Murphy Jr.'s rebuilt Transylasia advocates competition!

Once another powerful caster challenges your Wizard Tower formation and you are defeated, you will lose your Wizard Tower.

It's not just a reward or a gift, it's a heavy duty and pressure.

Of course, I know that there are always people who have an averse to competition, so I'll leave the choice to you. Now I'm going to maintain this reconnaissance technique and don't disturb me. ”

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Heru leaned down in a respectful salute as he stepped back to the edge to restrain his psionic aura so as not to interfere with the reconnaissance technique that was being maintained.

Generally speaking, the action of long-distance reconnaissance through the field of vision switch like Murphy's at this time will have a serious impact and stress on the mind, because the change of field of vision is by no means something that can be adapted to in a moment.

However, Murphy would often shift his vision to the high-speed moving bird's-eye view of the vulture Refno, which was much more dangerous than the current semi-fixed head-up view, so Murphy didn't feel any trouble or trouble.

He was now looking at the top of the abandoned mage tower in Plague Town with Hogg's eyes, which was not as luxurious as he had imagined the mage tower.

In fact, to be mean, it's as sloppy as a messy construction site.

The carcasses of the dismantled swamp animals were piled up on the side for food for the three oversized mutant wolves, who were also unhygienic and made the smell disgusting.

The various instruments on the laboratory table next to him were even more disorderly, even if Murphy was only a halfway summoner and was not very familiar with the rituals of alchemists, but he could tell that there were at least seven errors in the placement of things here based on everything he had heard and seen in Tracey's laboratory.

"This bastard warlock doesn't even wash the used beaker, isn't he afraid of blowing himself up by doing his own experiments?"

Murphy complained in his heart.

Because of Hogg's vision, his complaint in his heart was also sensed by the nervous Hogg, which made the Bloodclaw Chief stunned for a while.

Boy!

It turns out that I can't understand the effect of these mysterious artifacts not because of how powerful they really are, but purely because they are misplaced?

"No, you can't understand because you really can't understand it, and it has nothing to do with other people's wrong experimental procedures."

Murphy corrected:

"It's a mistake that requires a very high level of psionic ritual proficiency to spot, and there's a lot more to learn, Hogg.

You might be able to try your hand at becoming a hunting priest for the gnolls, and I've heard that this profession has a high status among the gnolls, and Kenpott is a hunting priest.

If you want to climb high in the society of gnolls, you must learn to use every opportunity to change your image

These can be talked about later, calm down!

Tearing meat is coming! ”

The vampire lord's reminder was just right, and the distracted Hogg reacted immediately.

When it looked up, it saw a gnoll warlock dressed in clan-style robes limping out of the inner chamber.

It's a very old gnoll.

This was evident from its staggering steps and its frail and old face, and the mane on its neck was completely white and even had hair-shedding marks, which looked like a leper dog.

However, the passage of time has given the old gnoll an indescribable temperament.

It was engulfed in cold and ominous aura, like a snake hiding in the shadows, looking at the world beyond the cavern with its own vicious eyes.

The eyes hidden under the hood met Hogg's eyes, causing the Bloodclaw Chief to bow his head in fear, for fear that the sharp eyes would see the weakness of his heart and the secrets hidden deep in his heart.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a silver-level pestilence warlock, it can't see through your abnormalities."

Murphy reminded:

"But if you continue to maintain this state of having a ghost in your heart, it is not certain what will happen next, you are here to report it.

You're Kempot's henchman!

Get some momentum. ”

"I'm here to report the news, my lord! I'm a confidant of King Kenpot. ”

Hogg nervously blurted out what Murphy had told him, causing the old gnoll warlock who was looking at him with a strange bone staff in front of him for a moment.

It then let out a hoarse, vicious, disdainful laugh.

It scolded:

"Lies! Kenpott doesn't think of a crippled as a henchman, whose stupid attachment to pure blood is even more than the power and ambition it chases.

How could he be a pure-blooded gnoll born in the Mossy Valley, and even dare to make a big fuss at me when we first met? ”

"But it's true, my lord."

Hogg stiffened his head and said:

"Perhaps it has something to do with my unique experience, I was a prisoner in the vampire's gladiatorial arena for a while, and then escaped with my people, and it was I who told King Kenpot about the secret passage into the vampire city, but King Kempot mistrusted 'friend'!

It was sold by the wolf venom vampires!

Those cunning bastards have taken advantage of us in an attempt to seize control of the Crimson Keep.

It was also the midnight puppies who revealed the exact location of King Kenpot to the vampires of the Vulture Clan, causing the king to be defeated and killed.

Before it died, it demanded that I must relay its message and its regrets to the person it trusted most, that is, you, Lord Meat-Ripper. ”

"Trust. Heh, I never knew that word could come out of the mouth of that idiot at Kenpot. ”

The old gnoll apparently didn't believe Hogg so easily, and he looked the skinny gnoll chief up and down with an excessively cunning look in his eyes, and after a few seconds asked:

"You say you're a Kempot's henchman? What about the evidence? ”

Hogg's heart tightened, and he was about to make up some nonsense, when he heard Murphy say to him:

"Kenpot has two daggers and a bone sacrifice made from the relics of the bloodthirsty hyenas he raised as a child, and it was the gnoll warlock in front of him who helped him make them.

Kempot's ability to become the Overseer of the Biting Bone Clan is also related to the covert support of Ripper!

I guess Kempot is the 'puppet' chosen by this warlock in the Biting Bone Clan, they are not the 'nobles' of the Moss Valley, and they have to harness the 'nobles' in this way if they want to improve their status.

Tell it with a shift in your mind.

Don't be afraid, it's okay to be wrong, you can say these things that others don't know, and that's enough proof of your intimacy with Kenpot. ”

"Uh-huh."

Hogg was overjoyed.

With the support of Master Murphy's intelligence, it became more and more confident, and after feigning hesitation, he opened his mouth to tell him what Murphy had just told it.

The old gnoll in front of him didn't make any comment, it just stared at Hogg with an expressionless face, and then dispersed its cold breath, sighed, and said:

"You're a cunning man, and you can see the deeper meanings that Kempot can't even understand, yes, it's the Overseer chosen by our Plague Clan in the Mossy Valley!

I had hoped that Kempot would make a name for himself in the Biting Bone Clan, so that our fringe clan could also ascend to heaven.

But that idiot didn't follow the plan I gave it when he entered Transnesia.

That's it!

It would be better for such an uncontrolled fool to die, lest we fall into a worse situation in the future. You've got all that you need to do, Hogg, and you can leave. ”

"No, Lord Meat."

How could Hogg let go of this good opportunity, it stepped forward and snorted, and then said in a sincere tone:

"King Kenpot is dead, Transencia has changed, and those blood vulture cubs have been attacking my poor clan in the Smuggler's Woods.

They even ruined the skeleton army you sent, look! This one! ”

It took the Scepter from its waist and showed it to the old gnoll, and recounted what had happened in the Smuggler's Woods, saying:

"They defeated the Witch you sent, and it was me and my warriors who took the Staff in the chaos, and it was it that led me here.

My lord, to tell you the truth, my clan has reached the point of exhaustion due to Kenpot's defeat.

We need support now."

"What does your life or death have to do with me?"

The one who tore the flesh was unmoved said:

"The Plague Clan has its own mission, and we are busy."

"We can keep the vampires of Translancia at bay from stepping into the swamp!"

Hogg exclaimed:

"They're ready to do that! You don't know yet, do you? Murphy, the vampire leader of Translasia, has sent men to build a position outside the swamp.

They want to defend themselves against the Scourge, and if they rush in and discover your presence, whatever your mission will be disturbed!

Those people are crazy! Otherwise, Kenpot wouldn't have died so aggrieved!

They dare to unleash terrifying psionic powers on their land, and they will not hesitate to use those dangerous powers in the swamp!

Tearing Meat, helping us is helping you!

We can block them!

It only takes ten of these scepters, and only ten elite skeleton armies.

I've seen it outside, you have an endless supply of corpses to make soldiers, and I just need to give me a little bit to relieve your worries.

I'm a gnoll, my lord!

My name is still on the wanted list of the Blood Rat Gang, and my brain is worth 250 Trancia Coins, which is enough to keep the bounty hunters of the entire Translancia alive.

They won't let me go, and you can trust me and my clan with all right. ”

"Not interesting."

Tearing Flesh narrowed its eyes and looked at Hogg in front of him again, and that subtle look at Hogg felt weak for a while, but then it heard Tear Meat sigh and say:

"Our people are savage and aggressive, and wisdom is a rarity for them, and even less a gnolls who can perform cunning to your level.

If Kenport had half your brain, I wouldn't have to worry about how it ended.

Okay okay, you've convinced me, go to the construction tower and find my apprentice Lamepaw, it will give you more scepters. ”

"Thank you, Meat-Ripper!"

Hogg wagged his tail excitedly, but then it rolled its eyes, and remembering what Master Murphy had just said about the "status of the gnoll", it had the audacity to suddenly ask as he turned to leave:

"My lord, to tell you the truth, King Kenpot promised me before he died, saying that I was clever and fit to be a priest to serve the Lord of the Hunt."

"You?"

Tearing Flesh to a rather strange expression for a gnoll, it glanced back at Hogg, shook its head, and said:

"You're far behind! Your strength is weak, your body is fragile, and a wolf can easily overturn you and eat you, and you can't even pass the first test of hunting priesthood.

Kenpot must have just made an irresponsible lure to you to do things with your heart.

But. Well, if you get a chance to enter the Dark Mountains in the future, remember to take the full heart of a goatman priest to the Plague Clan's den, and my students will help you complete your Hunting Priesthood transition.

You must complete the dangerous hunt alone, with no one else involved. ”

At this, the Flesh Ripper let out a long sigh, and waved his hand with some amusement:

"Go, try it, and see if the Lord of the Hunt will bless you, and perhaps, our Lord of the Hunt really needs a little bit of service from wisdom."

(End of chapter)