(For the "Little Sheep" brother [5/5])

"It's amazing!"

As the rose knight Paliano gallops to the outskirts of the Plague Valley on his beloved scarlet steed "Midnight Orchid", the ambush of Adele and Bonnie against the Clawbringer is nearing its end.

The veteran Silver Voodoo priest of the Splittal Clan was hacked to death by the Mad Woman and Sister E under its banner, while its Wild Guardians and the Plague Clan's Pathfinder were engaged in a resolute and desperate fight to the death against the vampires.

It was a successful raid battle.

The vampires have had great results, but the problem is that they are few in number, and although they are strengthened by Midnight Force, they are not qualitatively able to crush the large number of members of the Cleaveclaw Clan.

When Paliano rushed into the battlefield with a spear and a horse, Adele's vampires were already wounded, and the unlucky Dorothy was hit by the curse of the voodoo priest, and the whole person was weakened into a mess.

Dorothy was still sad, though.

Because in the high-intensity battle just now, her best apprentice and the only player allowed to participate in this operation, Frostfang's Claw was hacked to death by two gnoll butchers in order to protect her.

Tooth was allowed to participate in this kind of thing, not only because Murphy really needed a player to record this stealthy battle as a complement to the Virtuous Wolf's quest chain, but also because he was currently the only player who had practiced the Shadow Escape technique to the point of mastery.

The outrageous tooth even summed up a rare ancestral power, an invisible shadow, from the cultivation of Shadow Escape.

This is a strong ability comparable to the Midnight Blessing of the Thorn Clan, and it basically sits on the position of the claw of Frostfang, the "Assassin Stream First Brother", and the little hand who is the leader of the Assassin's Road has to admit that when he is alone, he can't even perceive the teeth in the sneak.

It turns out that Murphy's excellent players are already qualified to participate in some hidden events, and Lord Murphy is naturally happy to give his players a stage to play.

On the narrow mountain road, the battle is over when the Rose Knight enters the battlefield on horseback.

A golden knight is almost invincible in this narrow terrain, and Paliano doesn't even need to use complicated combat skills, just grab a lance and rush from one end to the other, and then turn around and charge a second time is enough to pinch all the gnolls who are still alive to death.

After he entered, the vampires also tacitly withdrew from the battlefield to avoid accidental injury.

Bonnie's patriarch guards were okay with damage, they were all rough-skinned melee fighters and nimble psionics, but Adele's assassins were a bit badly damaged.

Five of the Shadow Intelligence Bureau's subordinates were killed in the battle, and the rest were wounded.

Adele's injuries are particularly severe.

Just now, when she killed the Claw Priest, she was hit head-on by the other party with life-seeking voodoo, and if it weren't for the three shuttles of the Far Wanderer's armor to form an energy shield and help her block it at a critical moment, Sister E would have reunited with Master Murphy in the form of a black and white photo.

But Sister E's resoluteness also won her a rare kindness.

"Smack"

A delicate crystal bottle was thrown into Sister E's hand, and Adele, who was recovering her energy, looked up and saw the Rose Knight on her war horse looking at her with a subtle look.

Adele knows that Paliano is unhappy with herself, and that the Pure Love Knight feels that she is a shameless woman who intervenes in the perfect feelings of others.

But after tonight's battle, that attitude has clearly changed a bit.

"I'll keep an eye on you, Adele."

The Rose Knight Says:

"Your love path is very"

"I don't need your comment in this regard, Lord Paliano."

Sister E responded in a dumb voice:

"Not every relationship craves recognition or blessing from others, and I don't mean to disrespect you, but you should wait until a hundred years from now to judge me, if we were all alive by then.

Also, although the mainland praises you as the 'Knight of Love', you actually know that you don't represent all the definitions of love, do you? ”

"Ah, you're turning around the corner and calling me arrogant."

Paliano said with a straight face:

"I should have been angry about it, but considering that I am indeed a descendant of arrogance, I will forget it this time. Take the emissary's head and the blood-stained banner with me, and follow me to the Valley of Plague! The Virtuous Wolf needed that head to 'convince' the rest of the Plague Clan. ”

——

Standing in a secluded seclusion in the Valley of Plague, Murphy took out a black iron cylinder from his psionic bag as he watched in amazement, and crouched on the ground in a decent manner, muttering words to adjust the object to the right elevation angle.

The whole process is almost like a mysterious psionic ritual.

But then Murphy removed a gold-burning white phosphorus bomb with a red logo on the top from his psionic bag, and the process suddenly became less psionic.

It's a little far from the gathering point of the pestilent gnolls, and if it weren't for the former chieftain himself, Murphy himself wouldn't have been able to find this strange place hidden in the corner of the hill behind the cave.

In front of you, in the center of the garden-like place, there is a small two-story wooden building, the door is closed, but there is a perceptible breath of life in it.

For many years, this place has been a place where the Plague Clan has received Dusk's visitors, and now the Dusk Servants who are hiding in the Plague Clan and plotting something evil naturally live here.

Dog stuff! I'm going to enjoy it

"Click"

Murphy placed the shell in his hand in the barrel of the mortar that had been propped up, and he whispered:

"I don't know what the guy is doing in the house, but I'm going to announce our arrival to him with a 'Transansian' welcome, and in the event of extreme luck, it may only take a single explosion to get rid of this disgusting trouble.

Of course, it's okay to be unlucky, but it's just a problem that can be solved with a few more swings. ”

"Does that make any sense?"

The tearing meat next to him had seen this unique war weapon of Translansia in the Battle of Wolfsburg, and it said disdainfully:

"That guy's strength is average, even if you rush over now, he can't run, don't you Transancians always like to do these meaningless things?"

"It's called a sense of ritual, you pathetic old gnoll."

Murphy corrected:

"If I call myself the spokesman of the will of the land of Translasia, then I should repay the calamity of my realm to those who did it in the most cruel way possible. This white phosphorus bomb represents not my anger, but the Translancian response to the Twilight conspiracy. ”

"Smack"

Murphy let go of his hand, and the cannonball fell into the barrel.

The cartridge was activated, causing it to fly out with a whoosh, and then a bright parabola in the air, and then smashed headlong into the window of the wooden building in front of it.

It was as if a bright firework was released, and in the next second, angry screams and painful moans exploded simultaneously in the lit wooden building.

In the background of the fire, a guy in a black and white waiter costume rushed out, and it could be seen that this was a male vampire, his skin was stained with a terrifying thing that was still burning and smoking, and the decent waiter costume on his body was also burned, but Rao was still protecting the things in his arms.

When he used some kind of spell to save himself from the dilemma of being burned through the bones, Murphy, who had already pulled out the necessary evil, saw clearly that the other party was protecting a rather delicate coffee bean grinder in his arms.

Gee.

This is actually a cultist with an interest and hobby, and it seems that he is still a character like a "coffee fairy", and Murphy is not polite to him, and he throws away his reconnaissance technique.

Immediate feedback:

Name: [Assistant Barista] Daemon Jude Law Dead Fang

Template: Level 30 Elite Silver Tier

Class: Level 20 Dusk Invoker / Level 20 Necromantic Summoner / Barista / Hand Ground Coffee Mastery

Special Status: Dusk Servants (This creature is sheltered by the shadows of subspace and cannot be tracked with any prophecy or tracking spells.) ）

Character evaluation:

[The best hand-poured guy in the cult, the most powerful cultist among all hand-poured baristas, won the 'Most Motivated Employee' award from the Witch Cafe for three consecutive years. This guy is a talent, but he may not be the kind of assistant you need.

Well, the shadow of subspace may also want to drink coffee because of long-term insomnia nightmares, do me a favor, good Samaritan, send a powerful barista over to help him realize his dream. 】

"Huh"

Necessary Evil threw a dark blood-colored sword flower forward, and Murphy moved his neck for a moment, and said to the tearing flesh who was retreating beside him:

"Trancia's response has been delivered in the proclamation of fire, and now he has to taste my wrath!"

"Bastard! You've ruined my pot of good coffee! ”

The red-eyed vampire barista in front of him screamed and waved his left hand, which was still emitting white smoke, and a large amount of Hades breath was released, and the originally exquisite garden instantly turned into a tumbling cemetery against the backdrop of the burning wooden building.

In the midst of the wreckage of beautiful flowers, a necromancer in full armor is awakened.

In just an instant, an array of five silver necromancers appeared in front of Murphy's eyes.

Hmm, this Twilight Cult can cultivate people's ability, the explorer I saw when I was a rat fighter before has some ability, and now the assistant baristas in this witch café are all ruthless characters who can bring out a silver necromantic squad.

Sure enough, none of these NPCs with names and surnames can be reasoned with.

And Murphy also noticed a detail, orthodox Dead Moon Walkers like Nephi Tali use death psionic energy when controlling the undead, and this guy in front of him can actually control the more dangerous Hades breath without any obstacles, and at first glance he has obtained the "true legend".

The strength of the source faction is really a bit of a doorway.

It's a pity that if this guy in front of him plans to compete with Murphy, an astral summoner, then he will probably be disappointed.

"In the name of my ruined perfect coffee! Kill him! ”

Barista Jude Law was clearly in some kind of daze, he shouted and gave the order, and the five silver necromancers immediately killed Murphy in a swift and lethal manner, while Coffee himself prepared a complex summoning ritual on the spot, preparing to pinch Murphy to death here with even more terrifying summons.

But he seems to have overlooked that Murphy didn't come alone.

The meat tearer was about to help, but was stopped by the vampire governor:

"Don't get involved! I'm in the Silver Trial, and this is the perfect target. ”

"You're crazy! Here are six silver elites, and you're going to be pinched to death. ”

Tearing the flesh was shocked.

But then it saw Murphy lone step forward, and the moment he killed the five silver necromantic minions, the astral plane was slowly thrown out, and Murphy's right hand was also slammed against the head of the apparently female necromancer.

Time Exile, unleashed!

This time, Murphy, as Mannis's contractual partner, took the initiative to try to push the effect of the "secret art" of time exile forward to the extreme, pushing the relative coordinates of the silver necromancer in front of him, who had been completely manipulated, into an "unknown territory" in the long river of time.

He didn't know what to expect, but that didn't stop Murphy from giving it a try.

The main thing is that Mannis reminded Murphy before that he should make good use of the three spells he has given him to form a special ancestral power.

Under the stunned gazes of Murphy and Ripper, as well as the Coffee Cultists, and even the Silver Necronomicon himself, her time was pushed forward twenty years ago in an instant.

This is the maximum value that Murphy can now change the time coordinates.

And the creature who had become a dead soul was forced back from the state of death to the way it was when he was alive in the shrill screams like "True Great Transformation".

Beautiful red sprouts appeared, and the hot body replaced the corpse-like body, and even the ghost fire in the eyes was restored to the pupils with a hint of brown.

It's a Nord!

It can be distinguished from her long legs that can fascinate 99% of men, and the perfect leg shape has always been the most proud symbol of Nord women.

"It's only five minutes!"

After a brief moment of surprise, Murphy smiled perfectly and delicately, and said with great grace:

"Unleash your wrath, Resurrection of the Dead."

"I'm Irina Misimbayeva, a Scout forward for the Winter Wolves! Please tell General Baldwin for me! I lived up to my mission! I've found traces of the 'Wolf Blood' Holy Sword. That legendary artifact is in the hands of the Voodoo Grand Overseer of the Splittal Clan, Hygesen! ”

The "resurrected" Lady Nord hurried to shout at Murphy because her peculiar state at this time caused the Coffee Cultists' manipulation of her to completely fail.

That thing is meant to restrain the dead!

But the old lady is alive now, you idiot! Thou hast slain the men of the world with the sword of Hades?

Bah!

Give you face!

"Die!"

The lady who had risen from the dead turned around and pounced on the Coffee cultist behind her, who was still in shock, with her cold bone sword in her hand.

The starting point was a crazy storm of blades, in which the bone-chilling frostwolf impact was released, and the wide range of terrifying cold applied caused the temperature of the entire battlefield to drop by several degrees in an instant.

Okay.

Murphy picks casually, and picks a Nord female sword master!

This is a real Winter Wolf Sword Master!

The number of real high-level professionals in the Nordtov kingdom will never exceed 100.

Jude Law, the Coffee Cultist, was visibly caught off guard and forcibly interrupted the psionic ritual he was preparing in his hand, and he spread his bloody wings to escape, but was shattered by Lady Irina's roaring sword, forcing him to continue to be beaten on the ground.

A spellcaster, approached by a Juggernaut

Alas, it's miserable.

Although Time Exile only has a five-minute effect, it is completely sufficient for Murphy.

He was besieged by four silver necromancers at this time, and it must have been difficult to fight head-on, but the problem was that Murphy had no intention of playing with these four controlled necromancers in person at all.

With a flick of his left hand, the Vientiane device turned into an astral guide staff and landed in the palm of his hand, choosing a position next to Mannes the Endless, and the metal staff waved and tapped on the ground.

"I don't want to touch my pure and perfect body. I don't care about you! ”

With Murphy's secondary two proclamation, the four necromancers were engulfed by the astral rift, and amid the eerie laughter of the Infinity, Murphy warned:

"Don't go overboard, leave them intact, I'm going to give them to Nefitari as a guard of honor, the prestige of the Church of the Dead Moon depends on them."

Witnessing a "miracle" tearing flesh, it shook its head and dispersed it after glancing at the death spiritual energy that had been gathered in its hand.

All right.

Murphy really didn't need its help.

The hidden strength of this unyielding black iron is really terrifying, this guy can easily defeat the elite silver at the black iron level, it is really hard to imagine what terrifying power he will obtain when he completes the silver trial.

Could it be that this vampire is really the "chosen one"?

Could it be that His Excellency Virtuous Wolf saw this and chose to be so desperately loyal?

Alas, since the end of the era of the Bone King, there has never been such an amazing and brilliant clansman, and this wave, it seems that the destiny is really not in the hands of the gnolls.

(End of chapter)