Murphy had thought death was a serious and sad thing, but after hearing Nephitali babble about the benefits and benefits of being an ancient king to Count and Countess Sicommel, the vampire lord suddenly realized that death might just be a stage of life on this continent.

After all, listen to the projects listed by the mummy priest who had his brain in the water.

Not only is there a food tasting session on the plane of Hades, but also a three-headed dog chariot rally organized by the kings of the tomb who like drag racing on the road of the dead, and the most outrageous thing is that Nefitali vows that there will be a "beauty contest for the dead" every year.

It is said that every year around the Cold Moon Festival, each king of Hades will select a few of the most beautiful zombie brides in their jurisdiction to send them to the path of the dead, and all the kings will select the most beautiful zombie brides together and award each other the honorary title of "Flower of Hades".

And the reason why Nefitali is so passionate about this is because her grandmother once won such an honor.

Boy!

Co-authoring your family is still a "family inheritance", right?

Grandmother is a glamorous zombie bride, you're a mummy priest, right? It seems that if it weren't for Ling's flat figure, would you have chosen to follow the career path that your grandmother walked in the first place?

"I always feel weird"

Half an hour later, Murphy, who had left Sico City with a strange expression of looking at the post-disaster reconstruction, turned to Tracey, who was beside him, and said:

"What's going on with the Songhai Empire's death inheritance? It sounds like a lot of stuff, but if you look closely, you can see that those guys have almost subverted my concept of the world of death, is that normal? ”

Tracey grimaced and didn't answer.

The Scarlet Witch was angry.

Because just now Nefitali and her new friend, Countess Sicommel, evaluated Trissy's figure in a rather "professional" manner.

Anyway, the mummy priest swore that if Trisi was a zombie bride, she would definitely not get the title of "Miss Hades", because although Tracy had a good figure, Dudu was too big and did not conform to the traditional aesthetics of their Songhai people.

No woman could keep her cool under such a vicious attack, not even a vampire archduke like Tris.

Nephitali didn't leave with Tracy and Murphy, she had to stay in Sico to keep the Count and Lady from being affected, and her dog had to stay there to intimidate the undead roaming the city and destroy the rituals of the wrath hidden throughout the city.

But this was not torture of exile or imprisonment for Nephitari.

Instead, she was more comfortable staying in Sico City, having been in the Crimson Keep for a few days and almost left the mummy girl depressed.

In her words, she has never seen so many living people gathering together to chirp and make noise since she was a child, it is like tens of thousands of ducks croaking, as if happiness belongs to other people, and people's feelings are not the same.

Nephitali is an undead after all, and it would be hard for her to be with the living.

Although the guy with the water in his brain patted his chest and assured Murphy that she would not let Sike City interfere with the war of the Black Plague, Murphy still had some doubts about whether this guy would be able to complete the mission.

It wasn't until he and Tracy teleported back to the Vulture Corridor that Triss recovered from her sulking posture and poured herself a glass of wine in Murphy's office, slowly answering Murphy's previous question about the world of the dead.

She stretched out her voice and said:

"You and she are not wrong, because the world of the dead is not static. From the previous contact with Nephitali, you have probably discovered that the Songhai people are incompatible with the mainland in terms of power system, survival state, and even life philosophy.

This distinction comes from the Creator's preference for them.

At least that's what the Songhai people themselves claim.

The world of death in a broad sense should be cold, cruel and distorted, but because of the long-term worship of the moon of death, the Songhai people do not regard death as a horror and disaster, and can even calmly regard death as the only way to live.

In Songhai's culture, they believe that when they are alive, they should worship the benevolent sun, and that life is like a walk under the sun that must have an end.

The world after death must sing the moonlight of equality, and the moment they embark on the path of the dead, they will start a second life in the world of Hades with their families and ancestors until the time of reincarnation.

It is precisely because of this unique culture that the Songhai people's construction of the world of death is full of a romanticism that I cannot understand, and I have seen many poems describing the world of Hades in their eternal library.

I guess the Songhai people's underworld is just as lively and fun as the present world.

But!

And only they have it there!

There is no other place in the mainland, and the will of Hades is not merciful to the dead in other parts of the continent, don't pursue death, Murphy!

We do not have the privileges of the Songhai people, and death means the end for us. ”

"But Nefitari says that once Sico City becomes the second Death Sanctuary, the Death Moon Cult will take over there, which means that Sike City will also become part of the Songhai people's concept of life and death."

Murphy tasted the wine with a drop of blood added to it, and said:

"If that day does come, then the Transansians will also be given the same posthumous privileges as the Songhai people because of the existence of the Holy City of Sico, and our people will also be eligible to step into the cycle of death full of afterlife.

Like the perks that Nephitali always talks about, I guess it's going to be a second wonderful culture that Translancians are proud of.

Ha, from that point of view, I should probably be grateful for the nonsense that Dusk has done on this land.

I should probably tell Miriam to put in place a management system for this 'welfare' in advance.

For example, how many years you have lived in Translasia, how many contributions you have made to this land, and how many good deeds you have done are eligible to embark on the path of the dead under the management of the Dead Moon Sect after death.

And those bastards who disobey the laws of the land, who act recklessly, and who like to do bad things, will be thrown to the three-headed dog to bite off their left leg after death, crawling, screaming, and repenting as they try to get close to the door of the dead.

But that wonderful world will never open up for them.

Well, I'm a genius! ”

"You're a demon!"

Cui complained mercilessly:

"You could only make your subjects obey your orders while they were alive, and now they can't get rid of your influence even after death, so I think you should be the first to be sent to the Inquisition against Humanity.

But you want to be beautiful!

The people of the Dead Moon Cult are not easy to deal with, and Nephitali is a special case if you have seen the Priest of Bayek, and you know that your idea is really difficult to implement.

Those old guys are simply the embodiment of the rules of the cold moon and the scorching sun, dogmatists who have gone to the extreme, real fundamentalist lunatics.

It is estimated that only a dull guy like Lord Pa Ying can maintain a fairly good relationship with them. ”

"Of course not as a vampire."

Murphy snorted, drank the wine from his glass, and then got up and said:

"But don't forget, Assistant Trissy, we have another identity! Didn't Nephitali promise it? Officials like us who are part of the Creator's system will be treated as guests of honour when they go.

How?

I can't ask my people to enjoy the benefits after death?

Of course, Sike City can give it to them, that place is no longer suitable for human life, but they can't say anything about it if they take my holy city, right? ”

"That's just as well."

Trisy couldn't think of a reason to refute it, but the thought that Murphy might have to go to the Land of Origin gave her a headache.

The Scarlet Witch sighed and said:

"I can't accompany you to the Land of Origin, I guess my wanted warrant is still hanging on the Death Moon Cult's eternal bounty list, and I dare to step into that yellow sand and I will definitely be caught and made into a vampire mummy."

Maybe they'll be sent by the perverted dead to participate in that hellish beauty pageant of the underworld.

Yes.

Headache. ”

"It's okay, my dear stay in Transia to help me take charge of the overall situation."

Murphy stepped forward and stretched out his fingers to provoke Tracey's delicate chin, lifting the beautiful face of the Grand Duke of the Vulture up, and he blinked his eyes to kiss the face that he would never get tired of looking at, and even Tracey herself was ready.

But in the next second, the core orb placed on the table beat violently.

Murphy looked back in surprise, picked up the orb and saw a startling report.

"There's an accident on the Blood Banner Heights!"

The vampire governor turned back to Triss and said:

"Happy Stick's third warband has been surrounded by the Gnoll Foulclaw Clan, they have summoned Dorothy and Maxim, and are now summoning Bella and Bernice, according to Adele's report, Happy Stick's next summoning target is likely to be Kuder.

But if they struggle to make it to the third day, they will probably summon you in a desperate position, and they are now accumulating support points.

Adele asked me to inform you and get ready to fight. ”

"Huh?"

Tracey was also confused.

She knew about Murphy's deathmatch over there, and Murphy had allowed her to be included in the summon list, but Triss didn't think that that little high ground would allow players to collect many support points.

At least in Murphy's design, the three warbands don't have much chance of accumulating points to summon the Golden Strong.

But now it seems that in the two days since Murphy left the front line, there seems to have been a little bit of a wonderful "wave" over there.

"No, that high ground is only how big, and it's not on the only way for the gnolls to go to the Black Flame Pass, it's just an optional attack direction, as long as the gnolls commander is in his right mind, it is impossible to die under the high ground!"

Tracey stood up and said with a strange expression:

"Why do those gnolls seem to be on top now? Is it really good to just leave your own elite in a place that has no strategic significance? ”

"Uh, about that."

Murphy put on his trench coat again and prepared to go to the front with Tracey, saying:

"Before Hogg went to the Brass Fortress, it seems that he sent someone to infiltrate the gnoll's side, and I guess the situation has developed so far, it should be the gnoll spies of the Bloodclaw Clan who have done some delicate work in it.

Tsk, I can understand that Hogg's Bloodclaw Chieftain position is inherited by a Gnoll, but why is his 'Pangolin' title in the intelligence system also inherited by a Gnoll.

Our wolves are amazing. ”

"You're going back to the front?"

Tracey also wore a women's trench coat, and since she wore the silver-gray overalls in the exhibition hall, Tracey has fallen in love with this simple and feminine "modern" outfit.

She is the big customer of Mrs. Water's tailor's shop, and basically Mrs. Water will buy one of each of the new products launched by Mrs. Water every half month, fortunately Tracey has her own small treasury, otherwise with her speed of buying clothes, it is estimated that Murphy's wallet will go bankrupt.

Tracey asked:

"The airship that the Hoffman family rented for us to transport the burning gold will probably arrive tomorrow, won't you stay here to receive it?"

"Miriam can handle this kind of trivial matter."

Murphy waved his hand and said:

"I heard that the halfling's engineering airship is super powerful, but unfortunately, I can only wait until things are stable on the front line to open my eyes. Let's go, now go to the front line to see the situation, and also let you move, you haven't been out of the lab lately.

Look at you, you've gained a lot of weight. ”

"Nonsense! I weigh myself every day, and I'm not fat at all! ”

——

"Blanch! The Western Front has collapsed again? What's going on! There aren't many gnolls over there! ”

On the battlefield near dawn in the Blood Banner Heights, the happy bar covered in blood has not finished eating a single beef jerky when he receives bad news.

He cursed rudely as he got up and walked to his watchtower to look to the west of the heights.

That's right!

In the past two days, Happy Stick has used the fossil mud spell mastered by the newcomers to create a defensive breastwall and two watchtowers for the Blood Banner Heights, which is the way he sets up to fight, and this is the main reason why he has been able to survive the death tactics of the Dirtclaw Clan on all sides.

According to the drawings given by Samoyed, the "War Engineer" of the Brotherhood of Stonemasons, the Blood Banner Heights should be shaped in the style of a fortress to maximize the player's firepower advantage, but there is not enough time, manpower, and the gnolls are very faceless.

The battle of the Third Regiment, which had been smooth for the first two days, was a terrible situation tonight.

Perhaps it was the failure of too many times that the gnolls lost their patience and finally decided to launch a general attack, in short, this attack was not only from the front of the position, but also in the other three directions, there were terrifying scenes of the gnolls constantly attacking in the night.

The players of the Third Warband are going crazy!

No matter which direction they looked at at this time, they could see the green eyes of the gnolls in the night, which definitely exceeded 1500, and a small half of the guys who came were elites, and there were priests behind the backs to add status to these guys.

If it weren't for the Happy Stick that was exchanged for General Maxim yesterday, keeping the Vampire Hero with the Skull Crusher Hammer on the high ground and Lady Dorothy and her Blood Rat Assassins summoned on the first day to the south, the player would only need to defend the west and east, otherwise the enemy would have been on all sides, ambushed on all sides, and the heavy casualties would have been enough to break the player's morale.

But on the other hand, it's not a bad thing to have a lot of enemies, not only do you get points for killing one, but as long as the Gnoll charges more than 50 people, you can make the Happy Bar reap a reward of +100 support points, and most importantly, Maxim will give points to the third warband just like the Gnoll killed by Dorothy.

From nightfall to now, this battle has been fought for a full six hours, and the support points that have been spent by the third war group have risen to 3000+.

However, the attrition and losses are terrible.

Happy Stick's third battle group originally counted 640 people, but now six hours later, there are only 200 people left, although including Mengxin, everyone has at least three as cushions before they die!

But if he continues to change like this, let alone hold on for five days, he can see tomorrow's dawn, which is his boy's luck.

However, this is not to blame for his inability to command, nor is it that there is a problem with his tactics, it is purely because the jackals do not speak of martial virtues! In the face of such a small high ground that is not a strategic location, how could this dog-day Dirty Claw Clan still send a real elite to besiege it?

What hatred, what hatred!

Isn't it just that more than 2,000 gnolls lost their heads on the high ground? Can you fight to the death like this?

"Blanch!"

Happy Stick watched the trenches on the west side of the heights be breached, and he was so anxious that he grabbed the Gnoll War Hammer he had captured in the Battle of the Swamp and flew down, spending 600 points to summon a wave of hussar charges.

While waiting for the winged cavalry to assemble, Brother Bang flew into the position and knocked over a screaming gnolll with a hammer, and with his super hardness as a professional defender, he activated the blood thirst and killed wildly.

While killing, he scolded:

"Are dog-day gnolls crazy? Why don't you just attack the position of the Black Flame Pass if you can come up with so many troops! It's just with me, poor old stick, right?

Scald!

Underestimate Lao Tzu, let's kill you bastards!

All vampires, listen to me!

Open the blood thirst, rush with Lao Tzu!

The night is our home turf, kill these dogs! ”

The roar of the Happy Stick in the dark night made the vampire players on the chaotic Western Front jump.

They are also holding back the fire in their hearts.

The death match was only twenty days, Brother Wu Meow's first regiment guarded for three days, Qin Ye's second regiment guarded for three and a half days, and now if the third regiment held less than five days, it meant that they were one step away from the possibility of competing for the championship.

After all, both the first and second regiments have a stock of support points in their hands, and everyone knows how to fight, which means that they basically can't leave the third team with the possibility of turning the tables in the second rotation.

It's really not that they can't do it this time, it's just a matter of luck!

The players who were holding back the fire in their hearts were terrible, and the vampires did not spare their hands when they were thirsty for blood, and followed the happy sticks all the way to almost tear apart the gnolls' line, and other players also rushed over to support, and finally held out until the hussar charge arrived.

Although only 50 cavalry charged, this wave of front and back coordination was still extremely sharp, and the attack of the gnolls collapsed in the dark night, and then trampled many times to completely bury this night attack army.

But only six of the more than 40 vampire players who followed the Happy Stick charge survived, leaving an already precarious number of people to a heavy impact.

When dawn came, even Maxim, who had been slaughtered all night, couldn't hold it anymore, Dorothy's Blood Rat Assassins had already taken the initiative to evacuate the battlefield with heavy casualties, and in the watchtower, the bloodshot Happy Stick looked at the 4007 points of support score on the interface, and then glanced at the miserable players who were still resting next to them.

It was the first time he had seen such a dull and irritating situation in the player base, indicating that the brutal fighting had affected the morale of the players.

Alas, players who are not professionals have limited resistance to setbacks, and even the immortal trait can't change the current precarious situation, and most importantly, it's only the third day of the fuck!

There were less than 100 men left in his third regiment, and what was he going to do for the next two days?

Happy Bar knows it can't go on like this.

He had to make a choice now, he had to bet on the deterrence of the Golden One in such a conflict, and he had to bet on the lethality of the Golden One to be able to scare the Filthy Claw Clan in front of him, otherwise if the latter did another night attack of this magnitude, his team would definitely be doomed.

So he decisively changed his steady strategy and spent all the points directly!

Sacrifice 4000 points!

Summon the Grand Duke of Blood Vulture and Lady Tris, the Golden-Tier Psionic Master, into the battlefield!

Don't ask how you will live after spending all your points!

If you can't overthrow you gnoll people today, you won't be able to do it after Lao Tzu! Blanch, even if you die, you dogs will be pulled on their backs!

(End of chapter)