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(Additional update for the ‘Sakurababy’ brothers [3/5])
There are still a huge number of ghouls active in the tunnels on the "third floor" of the sewers, including some elite undead souls that have been transformed by the enhanced aura of Hades. However, due to the deaths of the "Plague Rat King" and the Plague Ghoul Overlord one after another,
As a result, these undead creatures lost control from the source.
They changed from the furious attacks before to wandering around in confusion.
Especially after the survivors with vitality were transferred out, they could no longer sense the presence of "food" and became quiet again. The undead were quiet most of the time, unless you provoked them or they were "hungry"
"Yes.
But the scene of so many ghouls gathering together is quite terrifying, so much so that it even makes Murphy a little worried.
He knew that these were not even the total number of corpses in the sewer.
In the honeycomb-shaped stone wall cave, there are more corpses that have been moved here and are undergoing the infusion and transformation of death spiritual energy. Natalie said that the Plague Rat King used evil here in order to allow the ghoul overlord to be born smoothly.
The technique caused a huge amount of death spiritual energy and underworld aura to be enveloped here, and it was difficult to dispel in a short period of time.
Therefore, this sewer crypt must be sealed off from the ground!
If we don't do this, it may not be long before more combinations of ghouls, water ghosts and evil spirits will repopulate the newly cleared sewer layer.
But if they are completely sealed, it is impossible for these undead creatures to die naturally. Coupled with the continuous strengthening of the aura of Hades, maybe in a few months, Murphy will organize a small player to clean up the sewer crypt again, and that
At that time, he may have to face nearly 10,000 completely elite undead.
That is definitely a super-scale team book.
This is a very vexing problem.
But then Murphy thought about it. In a few months, he would definitely have over a thousand players. Wouldn't it be easy to open a group book by then?
Starting from this idea, Murphy felt that he was not at a loss at all, and could even prepare for the new copy in a few months in advance.
This wave is a big victory for the "development team"!
As a result, his mood also changed from cloudy to sunny, and beside him, Dorothy, the former boss of the Rat Gang who was brought here, had been secretly observing the uncertain expression of the vampire in front of him.
This cunning woman knew that she had to take a risk for her own life, but she was a very smart gang leader. She did not immediately rush to answer Murphy's question, but took advantage of Murphy's thinking to pass herself over for a while.
I went through the tragic experience in my mind.
After organizing her words, she changed her tone of voice and said in a miserable tone:
"We haven't seen Zweig before, Mr. Murphy. I'm not lying. Although he has been active in the sewer area, he always appears in a mysterious image. And long before he appeared, I
My friends and I have formed a rat gang and run a black market business in the sewers of Cadman City.
Some time before the disaster in the astral realm broke out in the city, his relationship with us was just that of a buyer and a businessman. He would occasionally spend money to order some psychic ritual items from us, mostly strange materials.
It's very expensive and out of reach of civilians.
Speaking of which, my guys actually hate doing business with him.
Although he spent a lot of money, it was actually not easy to get those things in the war-torn Transia, and the time it took was far inferior to the way he could still maintain good profits by smuggling more daily necessities.
But it’s a pity that lard has blinded my heart.”
Dorothy sighed and said honestly under Murphy's calm gaze with a weak posture:
"At that time, I thought he was a guy with strength and background, and I might be able to make favors that would be useful in the future. After all, vampires living in sewers are very rare, so I always maintained a close relationship with him.
Facts have proved that the return on my ‘investment’ is indeed very high.
On the eve of the astral disaster, he suddenly came to us and mysteriously announced to us that the disaster was coming."
"So, Zweig knew in advance that the Ring Tower would release certain spells in Cadman City that could destroy the city?"
Murphy interrupted Dorothy and asked.
The former leader of the Rat Gang nodded vigorously and said:
"Yes, he knew! And he didn't just know a little bit. I still remember him triumphantly describing to me what would happen in Cadman City the next day, and he said it vividly.
What star realm is torn apart, what matter is swallowed up, what blood vulture is destroyed.
Like a crazy prophet who has foresight.
But it turned out that what he said was right. Things happened almost exactly as that bastard described, and even the time when the disaster broke out was accurate to the hour.
We were able to move our shelter here in advance and thus escaped disaster, but just when we were thankful to have survived, the guy suddenly turned his back.
He ordered the ghouls to surround us and asked us to return to the sewers immediately to help him lure more survivors down.
This clearly shows that he is going to do bad things.
But you also know that ordinary people like us have no power to fight against psychic masters like him."
"Do you mean that a Black Iron-level stalker and thief can also call himself an 'ordinary person'?"
Murphy looked Dorothy up and down.
Although the latter is weak, the calluses on her fingers left by long-term training, her astonishingly symmetrical body shape, and her unique silent steps when walking mean that this guy is not a weakling.
She is an excellent and well-trained shadowwalker.
Faced with Murphy's doubts, Dorothy did not panic. She sighed and said:
"You are right, I can run away, but what about my brothers? The wealth I have accumulated after working hard for several years is also here, and I can't leave them behind.
Okay, okay, I admit, I was thinking that taking refuge in a powerful guy in that desperate situation might be a way to survive. After all, for us "sewer rats", it doesn't matter who we serve.
What's more, he's still a vampire.
The Blood Eagle Clan is the ruler of this land, isn't it?
I admit it, my lord.
We did bad things for him, very bad things. Most of the people who fled into the sewers in panic were killed by the astral forces that followed them, but some of them were brought underground here by us.
I remember clearly that we rescued at least 2,000 people, which was also the limit of what this crypt could accommodate. I originally thought he was planning to build a "vampire kingdom" here, but that was actually within our tolerance.
There is no shame in being a blood servant in order to survive, not to mention this is Transia.
But then, that bastard revealed his true nature as a villain!"
Dorothy said with a gloomy face and gritted her teeth:
"He asked us to move the body!
He moved the remains of the victims back from the first and second floors and used evil spells to desecrate them, turning the corpses into monsters. It was like a snowball. In just a few days, his ghouls and ghosts took over.
into the sewer.
At that time, everyone already knew that this guy was not a good person, but we were already in too deep.
We can't escape.
I remember clearly that a rebellion broke out here on the seventh day after the disaster. The reason was that someone discovered that there were survivors on the ground while going out.
The survivors were burning the surface, seemingly trying to take back the city. At that time, we were eager to go up and join them, but that bastard mercilessly slaughtered those who wanted to leave.
He directed the ghouls to kill at least half of them, and the rest did not dare to say anything.
I don't want to die like this!
I know that guy will never let us go in the end. No matter how much we offer him, it will not be enough. Our lives are the fruits he will harvest at the last moment.
I had enough, so I decided to run,
However, I overestimated the loyalty of my brothers under the threat of death."
At this point, Dorothy raised her head and tried to make her terrible expression look sincere. She said to Murphy:
"Sir, I do not deny that I have done bad things, and I am not qualified to claim to you that I protected these people, but I think you need people now and your territory needs people! I can serve you.
I used to be a slave catcher and know this business well."
"With all due respect, your 'cover letter' is terrible."
Murphy glanced at this guy who was full of desire for survival and continued to ask:
"So, before the disaster broke out, did Zweig actually have a group of ghouls in his hands?"
"Yes! That was cultivated by him carefully."
Dorothy said quickly:
"I heard that he excavated the cemetery and created it. I also heard that this crypt was once a training ground for the Blood Vulture clan during the Second Night War, but it was abandoned because of the difficulty of access.
And when we first started working with that asshole, he would disappear one day a week.
I suspected that he might be going to have sex, but even though that guy became a vampire, he couldn't hide his shamelessness and despicability.
He always shamelessly claims that he will become the King of the Undead in Transia, but in fact, in my opinion, he is just a discarded child that people throw away after use.
At most it's an eyeliner.
Let me put it bluntly, with that guy's qualifications, even if he is a gangster, it will be difficult for him to make a name for himself. He is addicted to pleasure and will always choose the kind for himself. Ahem, in short, it is a hard-to-speak of 'female slave'.
But he is also very cruel, and when they get tired of playing with them, they will be thrown into the group of ghouls.
He also tried to win over me, saying that he wanted to make me his heir, but I knew exactly what he wanted to do, and I rejected him several times.
Perhaps it was precisely because of this that he was offended.
But even if I was really desperate, I would not join the service of such a short-sighted bastard."
"Do you know where that guy is?"
Murphy asked, Dorothy shook her head and said:
"How can I know this? I have never even left this crypt, but if I have to say, every time that guy comes back, there will be a vague and strange aroma on his body. Although he handles it very carefully, I
He's a thief.
I'm very keen on this.
That's the smell of women's perfume, a very unique smell.
There is a fragrance of forest trees that is not quite like the scent that human women would choose.
And when he came back, the soil under his feet was not the color of the soil around us. If I had to say it, it seemed to be the kind of black mud deep in the mine.
I also worked as a mine accountant for a while before working as a slave catcher, so I know the dirt."
"You have quite a rich career."
Murphy couldn't help but complain, and Dorothy smiled coquettishly.
But the information she provided was valuable, and Murphy had basically guessed where Zweig connected with the "source."
There are not many resources in Transia, and there are only a few mines in the southern mines. But according to Zweig's previous statement, that place is probably empty of people.
He was thinking about whether he should go there, but Dorothy next to him had already provided all the information she knew. Whether he could survive now depended on whether the vampire lord in front of him accepted her.
As an experienced gang boss, she knows that at times like this, she cannot wait passively.
She must take the initiative!
So Dorothy hesitated and said:
"Sir, I can serve you, and not just as a basic labor force or a warrior. I have more value! Your territory must be in urgent need of various supplies now. I can go find my previous smuggling partners again. I can
Provided to you."
"Was your former smuggling partner Frank Chauvin?"
Murphy glanced at her and asked, and Dorothy was immediately stunned.
Her expression changed drastically and she stammered:
"Can you really hear me? How do you know this?"
"Chauvin is now an administrative knight under my command. He and his brother-in-law have already set off to East Prussia to negotiate for me to purchase firearms."
Murphy looked at the thief in front of him carefully, and said in a long voice:
"So your last resort is of no use in my eyes, dear Ms. Dorothy, if you want to be reused. No, if you still want to survive, then you have to show more value."
"Uh, that. I mean, if you trust me, I can bring you a fortune!"
Dorothy gritted her teeth and decided to use her ultimate move. She whispered:
"Actually, before working as a mine accountant, I also worked as an archaeologist for a period of time! Yes, I have skills in this area. I happen to know that the first Earl of Xico is buried in the mountains and forests near Xico City.
mausoleum!
The place had been destroyed in the war.
Rather than letting the legendary wealth lie buried underground, it would be better to bring it to light and put it to better use in your hands."
"Oh, your career is incredible."
Murphy said in surprise:
"From a tomb robber to a mine accountant, to an urban gangster, and finally to a black market smuggler and a cultist, your life is much more exciting than most people's, Ms. Dorothy."
"Well, if you have too many skills, you can just make a living."
Dorothy smiled.
She was very nervous inside. That was her last trump card. If it didn't work, she would have no choice.
But Murphy asked another question, saying:
"I have a standard for recruiting people, that is, they must have clear origins, so you have to tell me where you are from? What kind of magnificent life did you have in the first half of your life?"
"I don't think you need to know this."
Dorothy seemed to resist the question.
But before she could finish her words, she saw Maxim next to him raising his left hand, his fingers elongated like claws in the beating of scarlet light spots.
The meaning of this action is very obvious.
There is nothing in this land that Mr. Murphy does not need to know!
Except, of course, The Dead Man's Secret.
"I can't say!"
Dorothy gritted her teeth and said:
"I said I'm doomed, unless you can give me true refuge, I mean, become one of you, my lord."
"Oh? Do you still want to become a vampire at the end of your magnificent life to complete the challenge of immortality? You do have an amazing ambition."
Murphy grinned, waved his hand and said:
"It's not impossible, it just depends on how much information you can give in exchange for the blessing of eternal life. I am always very tolerant of capable subordinates. You will be rewarded, Dorothy. The premise is that you can really do it.
Come up with something that interests me.
Tell me your true origin."
"All right."
The gang leader let out a long sigh.
She knew she had no choice, so she finally decided to tell her story about her life. She pulled something out of her tight-fitting bra, put it in her hand and said:
"Before I became a tomb robber, I worked as a noble attendant on Greene Island for a period of time. Before that, I was an explorer, a certified explorer!
I was born in the Cato area.
That place is very close to the Genoa Peninsula, so I grew up listening to the stories of the Explorers Association. Naturally, I yearned for that kind of life. When I was twenty-five years old, I took the journey called "Ideal"
The first step was to join that organization.
But it fell apart on the first official mission.”
Dorothy covered her face and said sadly:
"We were ordered to inspect a human ruins in the Antani area. It is said that it was one of the former locations of the first Presbyterian Church of Avalon, deep in the green forest.
We found it.
But when I was about to start excavation, I unexpectedly discovered something very scary."
"Um?"
The expressions of Murphy and Maxim both changed.
He asked in a nasal voice, but Dorothy did not hide it, she said tremblingly:
"That holy place has been desecrated! And it was done by the Gray Knights of the Church of Avalon themselves. Can you imagine? The most fanatical group of people in the largest religion in the human world actually personally desecrated the place where they were first connected to the gods.
Holy place.
horrible!
That incident shocked us all.
But what was even more shocking was that less than a month after the expedition ended, the Avalon Church launched a rebellion.
I don't know if the loss of human beings' favor from the gods is related to the incident we discovered, but the fact is that the people who participated in the expedition died mysteriously one after another.
I knew I couldn't just sit there and wait for death so I ran away from my hometown.
That was ten years ago. Over the years, I have traveled almost half of the continent except for the Yankee territory. In the end, I chose to settle in Cadman City and started doing gangster business.
"
"You're very candid, and the story itself is interesting."
Murphy rubbed his chin, and after a few seconds, he said to Dorothy:
"Go! Go to the president of the Adventurer's Guild, the brave lady holding the holy sword in her hand. Tell her what you know without hiding anything. Then gather your subordinates who are still alive and wait for the appointment in the camp.
.
You survived, Ms. Dorothy.
congratulations.
As for whether you can join the Blood Vulture, it depends on how much you can contribute to this land. I promise you that Transia will not treat any of its heroes unfairly!
Even if she can only live in darkness for the rest of her life."
