The NPCs don't give it a lot, which has always been a metaphysical problem.

After all, in most role-playing games, NPCs have a very unscientific "reckless duality".

When the plot requires them to be brilliant, these NPCs are fierce one by one, but in the plot that does not belong to them, the NPCs are so fragile that they can be attacked by ghouls when they go out to pee and then be killed by the farmer with a dung fork.

In the ghost game "Real Otherworld", this kind of bad situation is reduced a bit.

Those fierce NPCs have always been fierce, such as Lord Murphy, the patron of the aliens, as a noble mainline NPC, so far in the plot, Governor Murphy has not suffered a miserable defeat, and naturally no player can see Lord Murphy's "defeated painting".

But there are also NPCs with the attribute of "coexistence of strength and weakness", the most typical example is Grand Duke Tris.

The well-known drunkard Grand Duke would not actively participate in any combat at all in most cases, and looked like a dried vampire salted fish, the kind that could lie down and never stand.

However, the few times that Grand Duke Trisi participated in the war, he played a "dominant" super strong result, which gave people a glimpse of the super strong character hidden under the essence of the salted fish.

But the problem is that it's very difficult to get Grand Duke Tracey into battle.

At the beginning of the game, a player tried to "kite" the elite ghoul to go to Archduke Tracey, but the strong Tris screamed when she saw the ghoul and immediately called the Grand Duke's Guard to escort her.

In short, players rarely pin their hopes on NPCs for the outcome of a battle, but last night's situation really didn't allow them to pick and choose.

As it turned out, Maxim was a very fierce NPC, and he and Leania were able to defeat the Claw Overseers and their nearly 100-strong Overseer Guard, and finally complete the great feat of capturing the flag.

Of course, Maxim could not have achieved such a miracle in black iron without being intact, in fact, ten minutes after the death of the Claw Overseer, Maxim was urgently sent back to the Valley of the Shadows by the teaming up of the player's teleporter Moe Ha and the honest dog.

He's a vampire.

But he lost half of his blood in the battle, and if it weren't for the monster's tenacity, I'm afraid he would have died of blood loss and lit up a "vampire shame" by the way.

However, last night's adventure victory was a real one, Lord Heather sent the Elven Ranger to check it out as soon as he received the report in the early hours of the morning, and the indifferent Ranger Captain Dames Golden Leaf personally rode the Vulture around the Gnoll's vanguard position, and he brought back the news that the entire position was burning, and the fuel was the gnolls' corpses piled there.

Apparently, the Translantian maniacs have accomplished another business that has stunned everyone.

But the price they paid for it was terrible.

More than 1,400 of the 1,600 new players have gone offline, and more than 300 of the old players have returned, which has exceeded 75%, and the 1,000 People's Army who followed Maxim to charge the battle all died around the big tent of the Claw Overseer.

Of course, the Blood Vulture Clan has gained 1,000 brave members as a result.

The news made Grand Duke Triss in the Scarlet Keep unable to help but drink two more bottles of wine to celebrate.

Their deaths were exchanged for the death of ten times their own enemies, and although most of the dead were kobolds, the losses of the gnolls were indeed terrible, and the entire vanguard position was burned down, and the materials stored in them alone were enough to make the leaders of the Splitclaw Clan vomit a mouthful of blood.

There is no doubt that this incident will directly change the grim situation that the Black Flame Pass is facing at this time.

But what Lord Heather thinks, and what her warriors will think, is left untouched for now, because there was another thing that happened in last night's battle at about the same time.

"Oh my God, how am I going to explain this to the Count of Leon?"

In the field hospital behind the Maginot Line, Becky, still wearing bloody armor, walked anxiously around the door of the ward.

Beside her sat a frail knight, Liwen Knight, who was unharmed, but almost blind and coughing, with a sickly look that needed to be poked in the throat and isolated for half a month.

This is due to the fact that Knight Liwen took the risk of inheriting the divine power of the Eastern Holy Spirit last night in order to win.

She herself is not up to the official Chosen Person, neither in strength nor identity, at most she is a Reserve Chosen Person, but last night the Eastern Holy Spirit was quite generous, which made Liwen bear the pressure that her rank should not bear.

Just the temporary blindness of the eyes and the weakness of the body are already excellent results, and there is no shortage of tragic stories on this continent that rashly receive divine power and are directly exploded.

This also fully shows that the status of Knight Liwen in the eyes of the Eastern Holy Spirit is getting higher and higher, and last night's "Junior Divine Descent" is even more powerful and domineering.

"Calm down, Becky, don't walk around, your armor is making my ears hurt."

Liwen, who was leaning there, said weakly:

"Colonel Fraser will be fine, Lady Natalie has personally checked on him, it's just a simple loss of blood and being injured by a filthy weapon, all it takes is a purification technique."

"That's a good thing you say! If something really happens, I can still rely on my father's relationship to escape to the ancient country of Calum for refuge, my whole family is in Anjou, if the Capet family loses an heir, the Sivir family will probably be the first to be angry. ”

Becky will embody a rare sobriety.

She sat beside Liwen with a sad face, and while stroking her long hair, she said:

"Didn't you see that the four guards were scared to death? Hmm, I forgot, do you want to vomit now that you can't see anything? Do you want me to help you change your clothes? ”

"Yes, yes."

Liwen, who was sick, immediately came to her senses.

But before the pair of good friends could get up, Becky saw the four Capetian guards guarding the outer gate walk in again.

And behind them were a masked old gentleman in a butler's tuxedo, a mask and an obscure atmosphere, and a mysterious middle-aged man wearing a cloak and holding a cane.

At the sight of the two men, Becky jumped to her feet.

In the most appropriate posture, she leaned forward and saluted, saying:

"Count of Lyon, how are you?"

"My only son is here! And you swore to me that you would protect him, Miss Becky, and that's how you fulfilled your vows? ”

The cloaked Count of Lyon was clearly furious, and he was a rare imposing man in the Plantagenet Kingdom, who had always been known for his gentlemanly demeanor.

But before Becky could think hard about how to answer, a deep voice sounded from behind everyone:

"My granddaughter can't teach the Capetian family how to do things! His Excellency the Earl of a foreign country is really imposing. ”

"Grandpa!"

Becky saw Kudell coming over with an indifferent face, as if he had seen a savior, and the hunting baron of Transencia glanced at the old butler beside Count Ang, and he snorted and said:

"As a father, you should feel honored for your son's great victory last night! He survived his death, almost single-handedly extending the fame of the Sun King of the Plantagenet Kingdom to the battlefield of the Black Calamity.

The banner of King Louis was able to fly in the land of victory, thanks to Fraser's bravery and fearlessness.

He's a real man!

In my opinion, he is more suitable than you to be the head of the Capetian family, Leon 'Blackfoot Fox', your father has always wanted an heir as illustrious and courageous as Fraser.

It's a pity that you, who attacked your own brother in order to inherit the family business, failed to live up to your father's expectations, didn't you? ”

This strange nickname made the Count of Lyon's expression change a little under the hood, it was the nickname of his youth in aristocratic circles, and it was not a compliment, but a contempt used by others to describe his cunning and viciousness.

But today, no one dares to call him by that word.

"Hmph"

The Count of Leon was not in the mood to quibble with an old ghost who had been dead for more than a hundred years, so he pushed forward and opened the door of the ward and walked in, leaving the others outside.

The old masked butler looked Kudell up and down, and he whispered:

"Nantes Ranger. It's amazing, everybody says you're dead. ”

"Then you'll probably be pleased, Hugh."

Mistress Kudell was too lazy to pay attention to this "old acquaintance", and he said:

"I have imagined the countless fates of you thief, but never have you been willing to be the dog of the nobles, and I was so blind that I recruited you into my ranks. The things I left to my son did not reach him in the end, and I warn you that within seven days I will see those things which I entrusted to you at the last moment.

If you can't get it back, then I'm going to have to talk to you about the 'ethics issue' again." ”

"Hehe, I hid them well as you asked, my 'captain'."

The old butler smiled, and said:

"I'm not as cunning and sinister as you think, it's just that your son is not qualified to inherit your mantle, but your granddaughter is very good, and she already has a bit of your demeanor back then, and I will hand over those 'knightly inheritances' to her as promised.

That's what I'm here for. ”

", don't let me see you again, bad luck."

Kudell waved his hand, and the mocking old butler shrugged his shoulders and quietly moved to the end of the hallway with the four Capetian guards.

After they left, Kudel used onomatopoeia to say to his granddaughter:

"Stay away from that old fellow Hugg, he was my thief teammate, I don't know how he broke through to the Golden Rank, I left something for your father before I died, but he must have taken it privately.

But since he and I are still here, those things will end up in your hands.

Don't worry about the Capetian family's revenge, they owe me a favor.

To be precise, Fraser's grandfather once owed me a favor. ”

"I'm not worried about their retaliation, grandpa, I'm just worried about father."

Becky whispered:

"The Count of Lyon has never been a tolerant man, and the family business may be caused by this"

"Defeat is defeat, the Sivir family doesn't need those things outside the body to be loved by power, if your father still has a bit of knightly will, he should know the truth of a strong man's broken wrist.

Everyone who deals with Blackfoot Fox thinks they can make a profit, but only the Capetian family can grow all the way from the beginning to the end, Leon is stomping on the bones of his collaborators, and my weak son is clearly another victim of power. ”

Kudell was clearly unhappy with his son.

He didn't even bother to talk about the topic.

He looked at Becky in front of him, his "Golden Peach" granddaughter's armor was stained with blood, and the terrible scratches were a testament to what a dangerous battle she had endured in last night's battle.

If she used to be just a bear child imitating a knight's journey, now she has really set foot on this road.

This made Kudell very pleased.

He nodded with satisfaction and said:

"When you finish the Silver Trial, when this dark plague is over, my granddaughter, I will teach you how to find the Holy Grail that belongs to you, I have always wanted to cultivate the next Nantes Ranger with my own hands, fate loves me so much, in addition to my disciples, has sent you to me.

The glory of the Sivir family depends on you, little peach. ”

"Well, yes! I knew that grandpa was the best. ”

——

"Ahem. water."

Colonel Fraser woke up from a long coma.

His throat was so thirsty that it was smoking, and it seemed as if all the water in his body had evaporated.

It's not an illusion.

Just now, Marianne personally completed a natural magic purification for him, and while expelling the pollution of the filthy weapon, Colonel Fraser experienced the sourness of "sweating" by the way.

He struggled to open his eyes, and then he felt a glass of water reach his mouth, and he gulped it down, only after drinking it did he feel a little more refreshed.

Then he saw his haggard father sitting beside him.

This made Fraser feel like he was hallucinating, but the next moment, his father took his hand and made him realize that it was all true.

"Father, you."

"You can't stay in the army anymore, I arranged for you to enter the Pioneer Legion to gild you, not to let you really run to play with your life! Frazier, your naivety really disappoints me. ”

The Count of Lyon whispered:

"Do you know that when I learned you were injured, I almost had a heart attack. Oh my God, how could the next generation of the Capetian family die on the battlefield fighting the barbarians? It was glorious, it was the ending that countless lads in the kingdom wanted, but it was not a fate you should have taken!

If you do die in battle, it only means that you are a coward.

I know that you are a stubborn and righteous man like your grandfather, and I have not interfered with your choice, and now that your battle is over, and the honor you want has been obtained, and last night's victory has been passed back home, even King Louis will praise your bravery, and a little operation of the family can allow you to retire as a 'brigadier general'.

Your military career is over, Frazier.

Come home with me, there's a lot to get used to. ”

"Nope! I refuse. ”

The Colonel struggled to get up.

His father, who was always indifferent, showed a rare sign of tenderness at this moment, he reached out to help his son lean against the head of the bed, and prepared to have a conversation between father and son, so he chose to listen to his son's opinion.

"Father, I know your concerns, but I have to stand this last shift."

Fraser knew very well that he couldn't talk about what he didn't have when talking to his father, so he simply stated his conclusions:

"The Black Flame Mountain Pass can't be defended, and neither can the Shadow Valley, and the invasion of the Splitting Claw Clan will eventually reach the border of Translasia."

"Then let the Transans fight, they love to fight anyway, don't they?"

The Count shook his head disapprovingly and said:

"Besides, this was the plan of King Louis and the Marshal of the Pioneer Army, and Transcia will be the battlefield where the Plantagenet Kingdom and Nordtov will eventually compete for supremacy, and those barbarians will be forced to become cannon fodder for one side because of the conflict between the two countries, even if they do not die in the Black Plague.

The geographical location there made it impossible for it to live in peace.

My son, you are a good commander, and you can't fail to see all this, and you shouldn't try to turn the tide with your own force. ”

"That's not what I'm talking about, father!"

Fraser looked left and right, motioned for his father to come over, and then said in a whispered voice:

"There's a problem with the defense of Translasia, they have left a hole in the Cato area, and if the gnolls can't attack the Maginot line for a long time, then they will definitely choose to take a detour into Cato, father!

The Cato region is the burial place of the ancestors of the Capet family!

Most of our estates and family connections are there, and you are also a councillor in Cato, where four of the seven seats your faction has in King Louis' parliament come from, can you really give up there? ”

“！！！”

Count Leon's face changed suddenly, and he frowned and scolded:

"How can the Translancians be so vicious, they are here."

"They are just forced to do this, father, no one wants to be cannon fodder to burn themselves and please others."

Colonel Fraser sighed and said:

"If we were put in this position, we would just go too far.

I can't leave the army, father, at least not now.

Not only is my family rooted there, but also because I have to fulfill my duty as a soldier, and the Transanians are doing everything in their power to protect their homeland.

So should we.

I have reported my findings to Field Marshal Loren, but have not received a reply.

I feel that you should also actively contribute to the active defense of the kingdom in the Cato region after you return, I cannot conclude that the situation will go to the worst, but we must be prepared for it.

I'll stay here and do my best to stop the gnolls from marching in, but you. You also have your responsibilities in this war. ”

"What if"

The Count of Lyon narrowed his eyes and said:

"When the Jackals attacked that Maginot Line, we gave them a gap, a chance."

"Huh"

The Colonel's hand clasped his father's wrist, and he said in a deep voice:

"Please don't think so! Father, you haven't seen how Transcia fights now, and if we do do that kind of thing, trust me, the Capetian family will be the next target for those foreign warriors.

That will be a never-ending future, and most importantly, we will most likely not win!

Think of a group of immortals who can be resurrected in just three days and then burst again at all who are involved, the bravest of them are close to the edge of the Silver Order, and five months ago they were just a bunch of armed farmers.

They even dared to draw their swords against the gods for the will of Governor Murphy!

They are ten times more dangerous than the gnolls, and you must trust my judgment in this matter!

This is a warning from the next head of the house to the current head of the house! ”

(End of chapter)