On the fourth day of the Holy Blood Festival, the city is still bustling with activity, and the atmosphere of the festival has not diminished in the slightest, but has become even more heated because people from the surrounding towns have heard the news.

Yesterday the Archon Miriam approved a petition from several collective farms for the mayor of the village, adding small booths to several streets around the city square, but these are not reserved for the players but for the entertainment of the locals.

The five village chiefs each sent the guys from their villages who were good at singing and dancing and speaking to represent the five villages to "compete".

But these guys are here with a purpose!

Rather than enjoying the joy of the Holy Blood Festival, they are running to promote the "advantageous industries" of the five farms, such as the "Village Song and Dance Troupe" sent by the novice village, and there are special salesmen who introduce the various potions produced in their villages to the people who come and go.

There are insect repellents, there are those that are used after washing, and there are those that are said to increase the fun, anyway, they are not serious combat potions but auxiliary things that are closer to life.

Although the locals are very poor, these things are "self-produced and sold" and do not cost much, so the price is so low that the locals can afford to use it, which naturally attracted the attention of the wealthy Beike businessmen, which directly led to the novice village to negotiate several supply contracts just a few days after the booth was put out.

Tepal is a good village chief while managing the development of the Riptide Knights while not forgetting to increase the income of his farm village.

In fact, if it weren't for the lack of a good alchemist, he estimated that even men's and women's perfumes would have to develop a collection, after all, he had already searched the Internet for dozens of perfumes and asked the arcane master Marlene to complete the "research and development" as soon as possible.

From this point of view, the chiefs of the five villages are quite dutiful, having found the "right way to play" their administrative profession and are beginning to enjoy the small pleasures of being lords in the Middle Ages.

Today, however, there has been a serious drop in the "footfall" of all the stands.

Even the Silver Moon Troupe's costume show was watched by a lot fewer people, not because everyone's project lost its appeal, but mainly because there was a bigger event today, and the "Governor Challenge", which is considered the finale of this year's Holy Blood Festival, is about to begin!

For the fierce locals, although it is indeed tempting to see beautiful girls walking around in beautiful clothes, its attraction is obviously not as attractive as a hearty "traditional drama" in which the weak defeat the strong or the weak are beaten by the strong.

What's more, outside of this challenge, the unwilling to be lonely Blood Rat Gang also opened a handicap like the usual big fights, others don't know, but those guys who participated in the Charity Gambling King Contest are very willing to make an extra investment to try their luck.

On top of that, this tournament is a big team battle that the Governor Murphy, the most beloved of the Translansians, personally participates in!

It is said that Governor Murphy is going to fight forty men alone!

Wow!

Don't talk about whether you can win or not, you can say that this number is not a tiger, right?

This disparity in numbers almost immediately ignited the warlike spirit in the hearts of the natives, who had always believed that their governor had demonstrated the "spirit of Transasia" that he possessed as a vampire or not.

Only the sissy is 1V1!

A real man like Lord Murphy pulls the enemy together and drops it directly!

In short, with an hour to go before the start of the challenge, the sewer level of the chosen arena was already overcrowded.

In order to avoid a stampede, Dorothy, the "Queen of Sewers", closed the entrance and exit when the number of people was about the same, but those who didn't grab tickets don't have to be sad, because the midnight faction vampire psionists led by the eldest lady will "live" the battle in the city square.

It can only be said that the cusp of the live broadcast industry has appeared in Transia thousands of years in advance.

At this time, in the crowded city square, at the side of a small stall, Major Ron, holding a bowl of hot breakfast mixed with fruit wine and porridge, stared at the shaped psionic projection in front of him, and he would be at a loss after three days of wild betting.

But that tired face could not hide the burning "gambling spirit" in the eyes of the major.

Major Ron, who has won 35 consecutive games in the Charity King of Gamblers, was scheduled to take a "mandatory rotation" today, and he has proven his strength as the "No. 1 seed" and directly qualified for the finals of the tournament, and will participate in the real "King of Gamblers" five days later.

Lao Huo also paid a lot of money for this game.

The top three winners of the title of "Charity Gambling King" will receive a year of gold VIP membership in Treasure Bay Casino, which is a lucrative reward that attracts all kinds of "heroes" throughout Transnesia.

Of course, locals can't enter the casino to spend, so the fate of the local gambling kings is basically incorporated into "their own people" by Lao Huo.

From this point of view, Lao Huo's purpose of holding the Charity Gambling King Contest on the Holy Blood Festival is very suspicious, maybe this is still a "special selection and recruitment"?

"Seriously, I really can't understand the brain circuits of the Translancians."

The Major was snoring and eating his breakfast, and then said to Fraser, who was beside him:

"I can understand that this is probably Governor Murphy's way of asserting his power to his subjects, but is there really a ruler in his right mind who fights in the gladiatorial arena himself? Or one person against forty black iron elites.

As far as I know, he's only a black iron rank.

It's almost suicidal. ”

"It's something you're missing, Ron."

Fraser looked at Ron, who had dark circles because of his "prostitution and gambling", this guy not only gambled money, but also "had dinner" with several model ladies from Nordtov in the past three days, what a complete prodigal son.

The Colonel was a little dissatisfied with his adjutant's undignified demeanor at this time, and he did not understand the meaning of those various gambles, but he could not bear to see his companion continue to degenerate into a fool who could only gamble for money and find women.

So he planned to fill his empty brain with a little knowledge.

The colonel, who was dressed very elegantly today, and got himself a pair of glasses and pretended to be a literati, explained very seriously:

"All the chiefs of the barbarian clans in the Frozen Bay ruled their tribes in this way, and it is said that the barbarians would hold two or three great clan melee battles every year, and their chief would always be the one who could stand last.

It's a rather naïve idea of rule, that is, the most powerful is the one who is most qualified to be king.

The ancient customs of the barbarians have lasted for thousands of years, and I don't expect to see them change in our lifetimes, except that the place has its own national conditions, but given the proximity of Transencia to the Gulf, it is not uncommon for the natives to adopt the same philosophy.

The land has not been stable since the first Black Plague.

War is already a part of life and life for the people here, only the strong can survive in such an environment, and for a ruler, mercy and care can be secondary, and the governor of Translancia must be strong enough.

Because in such a war-torn environment, being strong means not dying violently, and this also means stable order.

So, in my opinion, Governor Murphy's choice is not problematic or even quite correct, he must let his people know his power!

The natives would not despise him as a barbarian, but would instead feel honored that their governor was strong enough.

Well, interesting knowledge!

It is diametrically opposed to our King Louis's ruling ideas, but you have to admit that my king's tricks of manipulating people actually don't work in Transnesia, although my king is full of courage, but even a veteran royal party like me has to admit that our King Louis is really not good at force.

It is said that Countess Margaret is able to suppress our majesty in swordsmanship. ”

"Well, I guess I understand."

Ron shrugged his shoulders, ate the sauce meat bun in his hand in three or two bites, and said:

"So it's like a herd picking a leader."

"Pretty much."

Fraser nodded, sat down on a chair at the stall, tossed a few coins to the busy teenage stall owner, and asked for a steaming vegetable bun to eat while watching Governor Murphy's battle.

However, he soon noticed that there were some northern Yankees walking through the crowd.

Although the guys were disguised as businessmen, the instincts of the military made him quickly realize that these guys were "peers".

Ron yawned, but he noticed the fellows too, and whispered:

"Probably the Winter Wolf Scout of the Crimean Fortress, it seems that the General Baldwin has also taken an interest in Translasia's current ruling system.

Say, should we expose their identities?

All you need to do is stop a sheriff to report the situation, and you can be a good local citizen in this lively festival. ”

"It doesn't make sense."

Fraser took a bite out of the food bag.

The oil residue mixed with several vegetables in the bun left his mouth full of fragrance, and the Colonel, frowning and savoring the overly complicated but not irresistible taste, waved his hand and said:

"You have to trust the vampires about the security of their city, and you've met that Lady Adele before, and her decisiveness and sharpness prove that she's not a good stubble."

"yes, that domineering vampire intelligence officer."

Major Ron smiled strangely and teased:

"She's not good at 'every sense of the word', and I've heard gossip about Lady Adele and Governor Murphy"

"Ron, this is not something a gentleman should discuss."

Fraser had no intention of continuing the conversation.

He pointed to the turbulent plaza in front of him, where the "psionic live" projected on the wall had already appeared, indicating that the game was about to begin.

However, Governor Murphy does not appear in the picture, but members of the Blood Rat Gang randomly interview the young players who are about to challenge Governor Murphy today in the form of "reporters".

This made the new players in the square suddenly go crazy.

Hey, this dev team is pretty good at doing things!

Isn't this the essential interview and trash talk that is necessary for the opening of modern fighting?

The first young player to be "interviewed" over there is Pigeon Treasure, who can be seen finishing the final work on his scrolls and spell book in the slightly shaky screen.

In the face of the questioning of the war reporters of the Blood Rat Gang, Pigeon Bao confidently waved his fist at the camera with a "master attitude" and shouted:

"As much as we respect Lord Murphy, we won't show mercy since it's a fight! It's a tradition of our Transansians, and we'll show him the respect of a warrior by slamming his handsome face with merciless force!

What I want to say is, we will win today! ”

"Beat up Murphy's sissy!"

I don't know which player suddenly shouted at the back of the picture, which directly detonated the emotions in the square.

It's not just the little players who are laughing, but the locals are also laughing loudly.

Indeed, no one with eyes could deny the handsomeness of Governor Murphy, but for men, such a handsome kind could be a bit feminine and less masculine.

This is probably the only minor grievance that the love-hate natives have so far had against their Governor.

In their minds, their governor should be a muscular man who can stand with his fists and run on his shoulders, preferably the kind of brave man who will discourage his enemies when he sees him on the battlefield, like the old Earl Sico.

Master Murphy is very good in every way, but that face is too handsome!

Not only is it so handsome that 99% of the male lords feel threatened, but it also seriously lacks strategic deterrence, so it is highly recommended to wear a mask when going to battle.

But there are two sides to the story.

For example, while the male lords are venting their bitterness, Governor Murphy's status in the eyes of the female lords is simply perfect, and if there is a poll in Transnesia, it is estimated that 100% of women will vote for Murphy.

Alas, there is no way, to be handsome is to be able to do whatever you want.

In the pre-match interview session, there were veteran players who had already made a name for themselves in Translancia, and the crowd in the square would shout the nicknames of those guys as the screen turned.

For example, after seeing Sister Pomegranate appear, a large group of young people shouted "Bloody Rose" to make Colonel Fraser look dazed, and it was only after the stall owner explained that he understood that Sister Pomegranate was similar to "Star Gladiator" in the minds of the locals because she often participated in gladiatorial competitions, and had her own nickname.

The same applies to several other players, such as the locals who call Cat "Bloodfang" because his sword is as deadly as a vampire's fang.

They called Mr. Li a "heavy cannon", describing his fists as fierce and terrifying as cannonballs, and when it was the turn of the giant shark to appear, the very unique bald vampire shape made the whole square boil, and almost everyone who watched the gladiatorial match knew this crazy vampire warrior monk.

While the Giant Shark has a poor reputation among vampire NPCs, he is clearly much better in the minds of the locals.

"Can you tell the audience what tactics you're going to use against Governor Murphy today?"

The reporter of the Blood Rat Gang asked, and the giant shark who was already a little above waved his hand fiercely and shouted:

"What tactics and strategies are just excuses for the weak! A strong man just needs to keep throwing punches to get the win! If I have any tactics, these fists are my tactics! ”

Such an arrogant declaration should have been annoying, but with the unique appearance of the giant shark, there was a special sense of wild joy, and Colonel Fraser, who listened to these illogical words, frowned, but the crowd shouted "Flathead" in unison to push the atmosphere of anticipation to the heat.

However, this unique nickname made Major Ron scratch his head, and he could only look at his "external brain" as if asking for help, and Fraser was also a little confused.

The main reason is that the title of "Pingtou Brother" is a bit strange, or the stall owner next to the two explained again:

"It's a honey badger! The wilderness of Translasia is full of this thing, and the warriors call the beast so fierce that it is not afraid of any danger at all 'Flathead', and I have to say that this description is very vivid.

Mr. Shark is known for his ferocity and fearlessness in the arena, he has challenged General Maxim seven times and was recognized for his last difficulty, although some people ridiculed Mr. Shark for his addiction, but most people admired his bravery and fearlessness.

In addition, his big bald head is very similar to the head of a honey badger, and over time, everyone calls him a flat-headed brother.

Actually, I'm also a fan of Pingtou. ”

The busy young stall owner showed a yearning expression, and he kneading his dough and said:

"When I grow up, I'm going to be a man who never gives up like Flathead, uh, of course, I don't take his extreme hairstyle. Look! Governor Murphy is on camera!

Wow, his suit is so handsome!

But that chair is so weird. ”

Following the stall owner's instructions, Fraser looked up at the large projection in front of him, and he saw Murphy wearing a blue-black trench coat and a simple and powerful suit, sitting in a rather relaxed posture with his legs crossed, on a rather strange openwork white quadrangular chair.

At his feet sat an elegantly curved samurai blade, which was supposed to be the weapon he would use today.

Fraser blinked in surprise.

He noticed the strand of white hair on Murphy's sideburns, which contrasted sharply with his beautiful and elegant black hair, but it was not ugly, but it added an extra sense of poise to Murphy's overly youthful face, full of "story" feeling.

"So, Lord Murphy, is there anything you would like to say to your warriors in the face of their challenge?"

The reporters of the Blood Rat Gang chose a very good angle to bring out the heroic image of their governor, Murphy supported his chin with his left hand, and looked at the camera with those gentle eyes.

He said:

"I expect them to fight a good fight today to please my people, I hope to inspire my people with this battle today, and I hope to declare my philosophy with the fight. That is, the people of Translancia will never stop fighting!

Want us to throw in the towel?

OK!

Let's kill us first! ”

"Whoa"

Murphy's proclamation sets the mood in the square up again.

The governor of the Translancians had completely eaten the character of the natives, like the best matadors, and in a few words he made the Translanian bulls irritable.

In anticipation, the hourglass of the challenge finally reached the end, and with the sound of a gong from Lady Dorothy herself, forty elite players jumped into the huge battlefield in the middle of the sewer on the first floor, surrounded by gas lights.

In front of them, Master Murphy, who was sitting at the top, grabbed the Enma Knife and stood up from the white dining chair called "Pava", and then fell into the battlefield in a dashing double jump in full view of everyone.

At this moment, the faces of several of the challengers changed drastically!

The old two-dimensional master Yang exclaimed:

"Blanch! The god of war who can double jump? How to fight this! ”

"It's over!"

The roar of the giant shark gave him an answer, shouting a powerful bald warrior monk screaming to activate the blood thirst and pounce on Master Murphy, who was still playing handsome in front of him.

It was as if the trumpet was blown, and in the next moment, forty people rushed towards Murphy.

Not to mention, the scene of forty madmen who are not afraid of death and will not die screaming and killing with red eyes is really a bit scary, and Murphy seems to be able to understand the mood of his countless "predecessors" at this moment.

But at this moment he is not fighting alone!

The battle spirit of Big Screw, Xiao Ke and Lao Ke and the Black Dragon brothers and sisters is with him, hey, this is the fate of the NPCs, in the face of the player's charge, draw the sword!

That's it!

(End of chapter)