"Ding"

The collision between the blade and the scabbard made a crisp sound when it was closed, and Murphy, who maintained the posture of retracting the sword, canceled the state of astral slowness and celestial acceleration, and behind him, the blood was drawn to create a flying scarlet storm like five or six staggered scarlet dimensional slashes, clearing the field with a single blow to more than thirty ordinary gnolls behind him.

It's exactly the same Ultimate from the Blood Festival Player Challenge, but this time with the Ancestral Power bonus that makes it look more evil and intimidating.

The most important thing is to be more handsome!

Well, of the three advantages, Murphy values the last one the most.

After all, as a noble mainline NPC, when you show your face in front of the player in the future, how can you brush the player's favor without using a few iconic unique skills?

However, in addition to being handsome, if you carefully distinguish this move, its killing efficiency is actually not as high as Murphy's speeding up in the celestial realm and slashing through a group of enemies who are sluggish by the astral plane, and even consumes some of the destructive power because of the excessive emphasis on the shaping posture of the Crimson Dimension Slash.

But again, as an NPC, whether you can fight or not is only the second element that determines your status in the player's mind, and the first element is always whether you are handsome enough.

This simple truth has been proven many times in the era when people gave the nickname "Little Sa Zong" to Lord Sephiroth.

As long as you're handsome and cool enough, you'll have to follow your facial features, and most importantly, Murphy thinks he's a vampire lord with a pretty high moral level.

He certainly couldn't do such a as destroying the world.

Murphy turned around with the monkey version of the Enma Knife given by the player, and in the small clan camp behind him, all the gnoll warriors were killed and wounded, and Murphy's three "dog legs" were putting the finishing touches on the escaped adult male gnolls.

The all-encompassing combination of the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword, the Astral Lone Wolf, and the Blood-Eating Vulture ensures that this pitiful little clan that doesn't even have a Silver Overseer will soon be "harmless."

Of course, as Murphy had previously ordered, the female gnolls and cubs would always have to run for their lives, and according to their tradition, when Hogg's men came to take them, these survivors would automatically become members of the "good wolf" faction.

As for whether they will seek revenge on the vampires in the future because of what happened tonight, that's not something Murphy needs to consider, and his vampire players will only dislike the monster enough

There is no way, the flexible moral bottom line of the players makes them not bound by "ethical issues" in this kind of thing at all.

Of course, if a group of beautiful elven sisters cry to them about the catastrophe of extermination, then players may hesitate for a few seconds.

Alas, ugly people have no human rights in any world.

"Huh"

Sister Adele emerged from the shadows of midnight with a blood-dripping stabbing sword, and she reported to Murphy:

"The team of gnolls to the east has been cleared, master, all the seizures have been collected, and according to your orders, this will be part of the logistical supply of the army of virtuous wolves."

"Well, what about Bonnie?"

Murphy beckoned to summon the necessary evil, and he asked:

"The Patriarch's personal guards will only move faster, right?"

"Ms. Bonnie has already made her way to find out the way forward."

Adele whispered:

"You know, I don't have the authority to direct them, and Ms. Bonnie has a bit of a brain. She's just carrying out Grand Duke Tris's orders, doing everything in her power to make sure you don't get hurt. ”

"Tracey always treats me like a helpless little baby, as if no one can help me, I will choke to death because I am in too much of a hurry to drink the soup."

Murphy complained:

"Although I am indeed a weak person in front of her, this kind of unprovoked paternalistic care is really enough."

Adele did not make any comments on this.

This was quite appropriate, vampire tradition did not allow her to comment on an archduke at will, and if Bonnie heard the rumors and brought a sword to the door, it would be difficult for Adele to escape with her current force.

Considering Bonnie's quirky "tastes", Adele thinks it's better not to provoke the madwoman.

"Let's go, there's nothing to see here."

Murphy spread his wings and slowly got to his feet, and Refnor returned to him in the astral maelstrom, while George was sent back to the Ancestral Glade, where the new wolf king could never finish giving birth to offspring and patrolling the territory.

Adele took off after her master, and the two of them sped towards the col in front of them, and Murphy soon noticed Bonnie's figure, the Rose Knight's signature perfect posture beside her.

Even in this place where the birds don't, the guy had to take care of his scarlet cloak very well, and he stood on a rocky protrusion so that his cloak could blow with the night breeze to show off his perfect appearance.

This place must have been carefully chosen by him, just for this meeting, so these perfectionists are really scary, and in order to maintain the exquisite characters they have created, they really do all kinds of perverted things.

Murphy folded his wings and quickly descended and changed his stance in the air, hovering in front of Paliano in an elegant posture as his wings flapped twice, as his long black hair flew.

Two bubbly beautiful men nodded to each other in the quiet of the night, with the most formidable elegance.

It's like acknowledging each other's beauty.

"So, our Virtuous Wolf is nearby, right?"

Murphy, who had already decorated his chest with the midnight rose that Paliano had gifted him in advance, asked:

"Why didn't it show up in person? Is it because Hogg also has idol baggage? ”

"That's a good joke, I'm going to write it down and use it to mock the guys I hate."

Paliano laughed, and then replied:

"No, Your Excellency Virtuous Wolf is just caught up in some important matter, look over there! Murphy, the valley in the distance is the territory of the Plague Clan, and we should have arrived there this morning, but we were met by a group of expelled Plague Warlocks.

The wolf and his assistant took them in and received disturbing news from them.

There seems to be a split between the Plague Clans.

After losing the news of the Splitting Flesh, its disciples began an infighting for power and soon entered a white heat, and now the recruitment of the Splitting Claw Clan is like a fire, prompting this division to be transformed into something rather terrifying.

Hogg was bothered by that. ”

"The valley. It's very uncomfortable. ”

Murphy looked in the direction of the Plague Clan's territory, frowned, and said:

"It's as if there's a dark layer of power over it."

"Your perception is very accurate, and Rip Flesh tells me that there is an elite necromancer buried beneath that can be awakened at any time, and it is the 'vault' that the Plague Clan has been collecting for decades."

As Paliano led the way to Hogg's hideout, he explained to Murphy and Adele and Bonnie beside him:

"According to Rip Meat, their feud with other clans is not only because the necromancy itself is disgusting to the living, but also because the hands and feet of the Plague Clan are not very clean. Over the past few decades, they have been the real culprits behind the frequent grave robberies in the graveyards of the Gnolls clan in the Dark Mountains.

These grave robbers are carrying out a tactic that is exactly similar to that of Twilight.

They are artificially creating dangerous skeleton armies, and they use them for self-preservation and expansion.

The reason why the Splitclaw Clan is so concerned about the Plague Clan is also related to what is buried under this valley.

Otherwise, with the scale of the Plague Clan, which is less than two thousand people, they would not be able to win the status they are now in the gnolls of the Dark Mountains.

This is where the wolf's worries lie.

It feared that its missteps in this matter would directly have a worse impact on the Scourge battlefield.

On top of that, the Rip Flesh is dead, its popularity among the Plague Clan has plummeted, and in this clan's rather radical tradition, the loser has no dignity. ”

"I see."

Murphy nodded.

In his impression, Hogg is not a timid guy, so the real concern of the virtuous wolf is definitely not the reason that Paliano said, the purpose of Hogg to come to Murphy is not only to solve the troubles of the plague clan, but also because the virtuous wolf with a big appetite wants to eat this "necromantic army" completely!

But it knew that it could not do so with its current power, so it could only ask its "master" for help.

Murphy likes it.

Hogg at least knew how to ask himself before taking the plunge, rather than acting recklessly with ambition and then looking for Murphy to wipe his ass, which was good, and it proved that Hogg was not carried away by the name "Virtuous Wolf".

"Adele, Ling and Bonnie are going to scout around the valley, I need to know the most accurate movements of the Plague Clan at the moment."

Murphy commanded Sister E, whom he trusted.

Adele nodded.

Bonnie was reluctant to leave Murphy's side, as Grand Duke Tracey had given her an order to keep Murphy safe unconditionally.

But under the subtle gaze of Murphy's eyes, Bonnie finally did not refuse but obediently followed Adele away.

Although the madwoman is crazy, she knows very well that in the presence of "outsiders", she, the chief of the guard of the Grand Duke, must maintain the face of Lord Murphy.

Because that's also the face of the Blood Vulture Clan.

These small details did not hide from the observation of the Rosenkavalier, but Paliano did not make any strange comments about it, but led the way, and soon entered a hidden cave.

The entrance to the cave has the mark of the Plague Clan, indicating that this is one of the hiding places of the Plague Warlocks.

A fire burned in it, elongating the miserable deportees, and the shortest of the tall gnolls was certainly a major drawer.

As Murphy and Palianor approached, the banished pestilence gnolls looked disgusted and even hostile, but Murphy and Hogg ignored them.

This group of masturbators is worthless in this scene at the moment.

"My esteemed master, I am in dire need of your wisdom."

Hogg stood up and saluted Murphy to the stares of the other gnolls in different eyes, and the word "master" betrayed its true position, but the gnolls around him acted as if they didn't hear it.

Of course, there is a reason why they are so "well-behaved".

In addition to the psychic aura that Hogg himself carried, it was also because before Murphy came, those "incorrigible" guys had been disposed of, so as not to affect Murphy's mood by talking nonsense.

As for what happened to those guys.

Well, the mad lame paw has always wanted to explore the limits of undead construction, and there are never enough test subjects for this great project.

"You want to take the valley of the Plague Clan in its entirety? Do you want that elite skeleton army that Your Excellency has spent more than forty years secretly cultivating? Tell me, what do you want to do with them? ”

Murphy asked softly, which made Hogg's eyes light up.

Ah, worthy of Master Murphy!

He had never told anyone else what he really meant, but he had only relied on scattered information to piece together the truth.

"For the great cause of 'killing gods,' of course, my master."

Hogg whispered:

"I can't act like the bastard chiefs who don't care about human life, I can't use my followers as consumables, and this army of the dead, both quantity and quality, will definitely come in handy in the future when we attack Moss Valley.

More importantly, I need to use this to show the potential of the 'Virtuous Wolf' faction.

The Plague Clan is a well-known backbone of the entire Dark Mountains, and if I can solve this problem perfectly, then the troublesome chieftains will give me and my followers the courtesy they deserve during my subsequent 'visits'.

For you, this thing also has quite a lot to gain.

The valley of the Plague Clan has been run for over forty years, my master, and they steal the bones of the Gnoll powerhouses as well as the tomb robbers.

But they don't have a reliable monetization channel.

I know that there is a great treasure hidden in that valley, and I dedicate it to you to aid our precarious finances of Translasia.

The terrain of the valley is excellent, and it is one of three paths leading into the depths of the Dark Mountains, and your warriors will need it as much as they chase victory in Wolfsburg and Shadow Valley.

After the Plague Clan leaves, the vicious stuff left here doesn't even need to be cleaned up, and in the words of the warriors, it's a natural 'team quest', my master. ”

"Ah, I'm starting to get excited."

Murphy chuckled and said:

"So, what reason are you going to use to make up my mind to get involved in this tricky looking troubled waters?"

"Of course it's dusk! My masters, the doglegs of the Creator's eternal enemies, are plotting something quite dangerous in the Plague Clan. ”

Hocrate opened his hood, and his eyes full of wisdom stared at Murphy very seriously, and said in a deep voice:

"These expelled brothers, who told me everything that happened to them after they got lost, and it turns out that the purpose of the Source faction in the twilight was not to cultivate the Flesh Rip and form the Plague Clan.

They were like a move in Sike City, planting a seed in their hands.

And now, they're coming to collect interest. ”

"One of the minions of the source has infiltrated the valley!"

The Flesh Ripper, who had become a moon corpse, explained in his own dead voice at this moment:

"That guy was supposed to join me with my clan in response to the call of the Clawbreaker, but my unexpected death caused him trouble.

My disciples have been raised by me to be very aggressive, and they are competing with each other for the command of the clan, so that the minions of the source cannot find an agent who can stabilize the situation, and he is forced to participate in the division of the Plague Clan and choose my seventh disciple as his puppet.

He assisted the talented man in launching a purge of the clan in an attempt to seize power.

These Wanderers are the losers who escaped from the clan after the purge, phew! What a shame, how could I have such a humble apprentice as you? Don't you even have the courage to die with your adversaries?

Such humiliating and fearless dogs, if they hadn't met us, they would not have ended well in the Dark Mountains. ”

"Well, it looks like I'm here at the right time!"

Murphy's eyes narrowed, and he said:

"So, is the representative of the Splitclaw Clan coming?"

"Well, the henchmen of the Claw Splitter are already on their way."

Hogg explains:

"The Mother of the Lord who is the main attack on Translancia not only wants the people of the Plague Clan, but also wants them to awaken the skeleton army beneath the valley to be her main force in breaking through the Black Flame Pass.

But I guess the matron will never get the news she wants. ”

"We have the Paliano Knights."

Murphy Says:

"The messenger of the Splitting Claw Clan will be handed over to him, and the dogleg of Dusk will be handed over to me, and I will not participate in the internal affairs of the Plague Clan! After all, I'm not a gnoll, and I'm not qualified to make decisions for His Excellency. ”

"No, no, no, my master, I don't have the power to decide the future of the Plague Clan."

Hogg shook his paw modestly.

It said in a calm tone:

"Your Excellency Ripping Meat is the chief of the Plague Clan, and it has the final say on where its clan will go in the future."

"So, what are you idiots waiting for?"

Tearing the flesh impatiently scolded:

"Didn't you hear the words of Your Excellency Wolf? The Plague Clan needs a 'reliable' new chieftain! We only need one answer, and we have seven answers in front of us."

"Poof"

As soon as the words fell, a poisonous bone claw was stabbed into the hearts of the compatriots in front of him by a pestilence mancer, and almost instantly, the seven-person brawl began, and Paliano, who watched this scene, frowned.

Obviously, the Rose Knight has a problem with this overly straightforward selection method.

"Don't be afraid, the corpses of the losers will be made into undead minions."

Murphy whispered:

"The cause of the virtuous wolf does not allow the slightest waste."

(End of chapter)