Chapter 174 173 The roaring death is ancient hatred
Chapter 174 173. The roaring death adds another layer to the ancient hatred
Brother Meow Meow is not crazy.
Although he acted like a man who was severely addicted to the Internet and couldn't distinguish between reality and fantasy, that was just because he was too excited after successfully passing the Black Iron Trial.
As a "hidden mission master", Mew Miao unexpectedly triggered another "hidden mission" after the Black Iron Trial was completed.
And the most buggy thing is that this hidden mission does not come from Murphy or other familiar NPCs, but from.
[Special hidden mission·‘Ancient Call’ has been triggered!
Mission content: In the name of God, purify evil spirits! Go deep into history and clear away the shadows! The way of nature will be with you!
Mission objective: Assist Natalie Fenocya Lawson and Jules Belinda to rebuild the Avalon Temple under the management of Lord Murphy, and complete the re-sowing of the natural faith of the human race as much as possible.
Advanced mission reward: Divine Enlightenment·Designated low-level natural magic sequence learning, special title "Divine Enlightenment".
Mission duration: six months.
hint!
This task can be shared with other natural belief sequence testers, and the maximum number of shares is 10.
hint!
Before the mission time limit arrives, for every 1,000 additional believers in the New Avalon Church, the number of times the mission recipient can receive advanced rewards will be +1.]
"Fuck me, fuck me!"
After the four King Kongs were shared the task by Brother Meow Meow, all of them screamed in exclamation, not only because the reward was very generous, but also because of the nature of the task!
Preach!
This is missionary work! It’s a Renaissance, brother, it’s so cute!
Although according to the progress of the plot, after the White Oak Chapter entered Transia, the rise of the New Avalon Church is already a certainty, but for players to directly participate in the establishment of the new Church, players have to run
It's still amazing enough for a guest preacher to convert people to Christianity.
At least in other games, no matter how messy they are, they will try to avoid letting players get involved in religious gameplay.
All I can say is that it is truly a different world!
This degree of freedom is full.
"Look, I just said that although we chose the power system of the Church of Avalon and can no longer turn into cool vampires, the development team will definitely compensate us."
Brother Miao Miao was very satisfied at this time.
He stroked the Holy Blade of Avalon as if he was grasping the pearls of wisdom, and said to his four diamonds in a persuasive way:
"Now it seems that the characteristic gameplay of our power faction is the 'church system'. In the future, we may be able to become a regional bishop. But now is not the time to talk about this. I have also found someone who has completed the Black Iron Trial.
shortcut.
As long as we switch to the natural faction and get the power of nature bonus in our preferred terrain, we can learn how to make traps like Brother Bang. As long as we can pass the test through skill training, it will no longer be a dream to challenge the elites alone!"
"Well, turn! We will turn after the witch hunter has settled down."
The other four people had never made up their minds to join the Witch Hunter's power system before, but now they saw Brother Mingmiao being so brave and able to win in 1V4, and they immediately saw the beauty of strength.
Although it is indeed annoying to have to choose a preferred terrain during battle, but if you think about it on the other hand, this is also a game feature based on authenticity. Think about it carefully, vampires are buffed to the point of being invincible in the dark.
Doesn’t this mean that vampires’ preferred terrain is night?
Hey, I always feel like I've discovered something amazing.
"Meow meow! What are you five doing? Stop touching fish and come out quickly!"
Happy Stick’s call within the team framework soon came, and he shouted:
"The fog of war has been dispelled by Mrs. Tris. The wild dogs in the Ring Tower have begun to flee. Lord Murphy's order is to leave no one behind! Come out quickly and chase the defeated troops! It will be dawn soon."
"Oh, here it comes."
Brother Miao Miao responded and left this "Forest of Luck" with the Four King Kongs.
In the increasingly noisy night before their eyes, the fog of war that originally blocked their vision had quickly dissipated under the spell cast by Mrs. Tracey, exposing the tragic conditions of the entire area to the eyes of the young players.
The two besieged witch hunter breakouts could be said to be littered with corpses. Obviously, under the cunning strangulation tactics of the psychic hunters, it would be difficult for these defeated soldiers to gain an advantage in a head-on confrontation.
But on the other hand, because of the timely reinforcements from the young players and Lord Murphy, and the constant support from witch hunters in both stages, the psychic hunters also suffered heavy losses.
"At least several hundred people died."
Lao Qu shouldered his shotgun and looked around. He couldn't bear to look at the bodies of dead men and horses in front of him.
Although we have long known that the background of this game world is an era of chaos and barbarism, how can normal people have the opportunity to see such a tragic situation in modern society?
It’s true that they are the chaotic, funny and manic fourth natural disaster, but that doesn’t mean that young players won’t be moved by the scene.
Especially in a world full of realism.
"Well, I think I'm starting to understand those pacifists."
Jiechong next to him sighed.
He knelt down and closed the eyes of the female witch hunter who was staring blankly in front of him, but whose eyes had lost their luster despite anger and regret. He muttered a few garbled Buddhist scriptures in a low voice and sent her to a blissful life. Then he stood up and said to his brothers:
"War is too pervasive. Fortunately, this kind of thing won't happen over there. To be honest, I still don't understand why this ring tower must drive away all the witch hunters. Don't all witch hunters give it to us?
Have psionicists and the Plantagenet Kingdom been cannon fodder for ten whole years?
Isn't it a great job to draw a ladder across the river?"
"Who knows?"
Brother Miao Miao squinted his eyes.
After thinking for a few seconds, he said:
"I guess there was something fishy about the Old Religion rebellion back then. Finding the truth about what happened back then might be the main mission of our Avalon faction's profession. Besides, I always feel that there must be a lot of money to be made in this mission."
"Oh, what do you say?"
Brother Heisi came over and asked, and San Wudou also looked at Brother Mingmiao curiously. The latter reached out and patted the imitation Avalon Holy Blade on his waist and said:
"The item appraisal said that the Glamour Presbyterian Church made a total of 150 imitation holy blades, and now they have all been lost in the war, except for the two in the hands of the gray-haired witcher Natalie and me, whose whereabouts have been confirmed.
Besides, I don’t know who owns the other 148?
Think about it, why did the development team come up with the legend of 150 holy blades? Not to mention the three oak holy blades, which sound like super top equipment!
Currently, among the three holy blades, only the Watcher is in the hands of Chapter Leader Natalie, while the Punisher and the Arbiter are both missing.
Brothers, maybe this is a surprise left for us by the development team, the legend of the peerless magic weapon, it sounds awesome and powerful enough.
Even if you can't get the real Holy Blade, it's enough to get a few imitation Holy Blades and carry them with you. After all, there are only 150 of them in the background. The commemorative significance and collection value alone are enough. This cake is considered a cake.
It’s a circle.”
"It makes sense."
The Four King Kongs were convinced, and they had to admit that Brother Miao Miao's guess was quite reasonable.
So he happily ran to join the young players who were still chasing the defeated troops. Under the guidance of Lord Murphy's divine horse, the spiritual blood vulture, he continued to hunt down those who had collapsed in this desolate night.
Psychic Hunter.
They use less to fight more, and the weak defeat the strong. Their active and tireless pursuit, and their fanaticism for war and killing even make those old witch hunters feel frightened.
"Is this the 'Murphy's Warriors' you've been referring to?"
The old hunter Eugene was riding on his war horse and asked the veteran Norman who was following him:
"It was they who went deep into the Blood Vulture Corridor to participate in the action against Sarokdar? They were obviously weak but so brave and fearless of death. They were worthy of the legendary savage but aggressive mountain people. However, I remember what I had seen before.
The appearance of the mountain people is not as delicate as theirs!
Moreover, why do these guys’ black hair and black eyes always look like the characteristics of those Eastern dragon descendants from the ancient country of Callum?
Are you sure they come from the ancient mountains in the Sachs region?"
"At least that's what Lord Murphy said."
Veteran Norman was hesitant to tell the old hunter the identities of the young players as "outsiders", but every time the words came to his lips, a strange emotion would float in his heart. It seemed that there was some kind of force preventing him from saying it.
the truth.
He was very familiar with this emotion. Before the collapse of the Avalon Church ten years ago, he would have a similar feeling every time he entered the Natural Temple to pray.
That feeling of being watched
Perhaps, the God of Avalon's eyes have really returned to these last witch hunters, perhaps because they have proved their loyalty to the gods through the pain of ten years of war.
If the gods were asking him to keep this secret, then Norman would definitely prevent any behavior that exposes the identities of these "mountain people".
And no matter what, the favor of God Avalon has come to these outsiders, which proves that they have become our partners on the way of nature.
"boom"
A familiar gunshot sounded in the front, causing old Eugene and Norman to immediately ride forward.
Soon, they saw Sister Marian executing an escaped psychic hunter commander.
The latter was half-kneeling on the ground, his helmet had been taken off and thrown aside. His old face covered with the tattoos of the Ring Tower was filled with prayers. He screamed:
"Marian! I once rescued you when those Western Sabarian god warriors in Ice Bay ambush us! We are friends! Right? Don't do this, don't end my life with a bullet.
Those naturally enchanted bullets of yours are not meant to attack your fellow citizens."
"I know, Punt, I know, I still remember the way you carried me out of the haunted crypt of the ancient barbarians, our bodies covered in blood, and you yelled at me not to fall asleep.
I will always remember your life-saving grace."
The old hunter sighed and put down the double-barreled shotgun in his hand.
She took a step back and looked at the rebellious colleagues in front of her. In a hoarse voice, she said:
"But when you decide to help the villain and hunt down our old friends for your new master, what I owe you has been paid off! Punter, you have to remember! None of this tonight is a personal grudge!
For your service to Avalon, be honorable!"
"Shua"
The emerald green hunting blade was unsheathed, and the traitor instinctively clenched his fists, but when he raised his head and saw Sister Marian's eyes full of exhaustion and helplessness, he sighed, loosened his fingers and knelt on the ground, just like when he prayed.
His posture was silently reciting something.
"May the starlight of Avalon shine upon the darkness of the dark and misguided path."
Aunt Marian whispered something, and then she pressed her "old friend's" shoulders coldly, letting the sharp blade pierce the latter's heart accurately and crushing the heart with a flip of her wrist, cutting off the spiritual connection.
Can strengthen all the vitality of a person.
"well done!"
Old Eugene, who was riding on the horse, admired:
"As expected of 'Iron-Blooded Marianne', it seems that time and suffering have not taken away your courage."
"Shut up!"
Aunt Marianne did not accept the compliment.
She wiped the blood on the hunting blade and glanced at the kneeling corpse in front of her. She sighed and took out a small bottle of fire oil and poured it on the traitor. Then she chanted the name of the gods and lit the corpse on fire.
This was her last act of kindness to her old friend.
She didn't know what the vampire lord would do to these corpses, but with the current grievances between the Blood Vulture Clan and the Tower of Rings, those evil things in the midnight would certainly be able to do even the most extreme things.
However, she now has no reason to condemn Murphy, because from tonight, that vampire will also be her lord and the protector of her faith.
Alas, for a witch hunter, the direction of this matter can really be called black humor.
As Sister Marian remounted her horse, old Eugene leaned over and whispered:
"Confirmed! There are indeed believers of our God among those 'warriors' who have been baptized for no more than twenty days but have crossed the Black Iron Realm with the blessing of our God. Marianne, we found it! Then
Unexpected Holy Land and New Hope.
Right here in Transia! That’s the second chance our God has given to us and other lost people! Tonight’s blood, tonight is the last suffering before dawn!”
"Can you put a stop to your untimely fanaticism?"
Aunt Marianne was impatient to talk about these things with an enthusiast like Old Eugene. She pushed down her hunter's hat and said casually with some fatigue:
"We are still not sure about the vampire's attitude towards the way of nature. Although Natalie has promised that he will accept us, can we believe the vampire's words?
Let’s take it one step at a time.”
“I still firmly believe that this is my God’s guidance!”
Old Eugene said in a low tone:
"Our sins have been paid off in ten years of hard journey, and the merciful Avalon has opened its arms to us again. Transia will be the next Glamour, and we will repeat the journey of the first elders in 530 AD.
Will build a great cause of the church.
This is what my God wants to see!
I'm sure of it!"
Aunt Marianne did not object this time.
She looked at the corpses in the dark behind her on the horse and shook her head.
She didn't know whether Transia was a new holy land, nor did she really want to know.
She only knew that she was very tired after ten years of fighting. Now she just wanted to find a place where no one would spit on her and spend the rest of her life in peace. Alas, she was almost seventy years old.
, although she is still strong and healthy under the blessing of nature, she only has less than a hundred years to live, and time is no longer kind to her.
But she has learned to reconcile with time and even life through suffering.
Maybe after being discharged and returning to work, it would be good to be an ordinary missionary or church grandma.
——
"So we only saved less than three hundred people?"
Murphy soared in the night sky, and the loyal Maxim flew beside him, always one position behind.
The vampire lord looked down at the battlefield from a high altitude. Due to the vampire's perception of life, he could feel that the defeated soldiers were being killed one by one.
He whispered:
"Including the three teams that broke out to the Under Armor Hills before, 1,400 witch hunters finally survived, 1,200?"
"No, only 1,000 people, my lord."
Maxim corrected:
"There are still 200 people who finally did not have the courage to follow Chapter Leader Natalie and leave the Plantagenet Kingdom. It is said that those are cowards who are tired of fighting."
"Wanting to live peacefully is a beautiful expectation. This cannot be called 'cowardice', Mark."
As soon as Murphy heard 1,000 people, he immediately thought that he had 10 more places. Counting the superposition of the populations of villages and small cities that were still being sent envoys by Miriam to claim dominance, this made the lord feel very sad.
satisfy.
He planned to find an opportunity to release all these test quotas in a short period of time to double the number of small players under his command.
In this way, your other plans can also proceed smoothly.
"Mark! Have your veterans come over here and chop off the heads of the psychic hunters and psychic masters!"
Murphy looked at the dark night above his head and said coldly:
"Just pile it up here! Give the Ring Tower a response, and we will tell them that tonight is by no means the end of the struggle! This is not even the beginning of the end, and they will pay the price for their misdeeds.
It's not just them.
Wolfsbane, Gorse, Dusk!
No one who participated in the destruction of Cadman City can escape! That's 150,000 people! Those should all be my subjects.
They need justice."
"As you command, my lord."
Maxim had no objection to this instruction. On the contrary, he felt that Lord Murphy's decision was too suitable for his taste.
Transians never give in under threat.
Although they are rich in poor ghosts, barbarians and husbands, creatures like cowards cannot survive in their poor mountains and rivers!
