Chapter 387 386 Murphy’s Eyes of the New Cultist Pangolin
Chapter 387 386. Murphy’s Eye·What the New Cultist Pangolin Sees and Hears
In the scarlet corridor, Murphy was sitting in his chair and observing carefully.
His eyes were looking very far away at this time, and the focus of his pupils was not in front of him. He looked very empty, just like the posture of his soul when it was shed.
Tris next to her is maintaining a continuous psychic spell. She maintains her unique spell-casting movements with the dark and cold attitude that a vampire psionicist should have. She raises her left hand and points it at the back of Murphy's head, firing a stream of psychic energy.
The escaping majesty blew Cuisi's long black hair behind her head, occasionally revealing the scar on her slender neck and delicate collarbone.
Her extremely seductive face is full of caution and effortless control, and she is using her superb psychic skills to bind Murphy's vision to Hogg far away in the filthy swamp.
This is the most iconic "Eye of Detection" in detecting psychic powers, and Mrs. Tracey's unique way of using psychic powers is simply a kind of magic in the eyes of the professional investigator Heru who is working next to her.
Art.
What's more important is that what Tris is demonstrating to him at this time is the advanced use of "Detective Eye" beyond ordinary operation.
This kind of long-distance and long-term vision switching has excellent concealment, allowing Helu to hold a notebook next to him and constantly record the valuable knowledge in front of him.
"This is my slightly improved detection ritual."
Tris glanced at him.
I feel in my heart that he is worthy of being a psionic master with a professional background. His thirst for knowledge alone cannot be matched by those young players who have become a monk halfway.
Seeing Helu working so hard, Duke Blood Vulture was satisfied and casually mentioned:
"The psychic energy required to maintain it for a long time is currently beyond your ability to bear. You can try it again after your power has advanced. At the same time, you also need to make some psychic marks on the 'eyes' you selected in advance, otherwise this technique will
It’s very difficult to activate the formula successfully.”
"Yeah, thanks for the reminder."
Helu made another note, and then asked humbly:
"What are the normal and extreme ranges of your detection spell?"
"The limit is almost the distance now."
Trish estimated:
"It extends from Scarlet Castle to the depths of the Filthy Swamp, about seven hundred kilometers. Under normal circumstances, I will target Miriam to ensure my protection of the Scarlet Archon. This is Murphy's request.
In his opinion, Miriam's importance to the territory was already higher than his, and Murphy did not need to be protected in most cases.
It is a pity that Miriam stubbornly refuses power, and she seems to have no intention of expressing herself on the road to power. It is really a pity.
Let’s go back to this ceremony.
The further away it takes effect, the higher the energy consumption. The energy consumption required to maintain it at this distance can drain your energy pool within seven seconds.
If it is maintained for more than fifteen seconds, the psychic energy veins in your body will be completely destroyed and you will become a useless person.
This secret ritual is not intended for Black Iron level scout psionicists. Try it after you reach Silver level.
But if you have a fixed and well-made Detection Mage Tower to bear most of the pressure for you, then it is a method that you can use at will."
"The Detective Mage Tower is too precious."
Helu was shocked, then sighed helplessly and said:
"Even my mentor doesn't deserve to have his own mage tower in White Cliff. We detective psionicists are just magicians in the eyes of psionicists from other factions and have never been taken seriously.
Although the Scout Divisions performed brilliantly in several major operations during the Ten Years' War, changing this stubborn and foolish concept cannot be accomplished overnight.
My mentor's two biggest wishes in his life are that the first is to get into the middle and upper levels of the Ring Tower and get the title of dean, and the second is to have his own mage tower.
But until he died of illness, these two wishes were still far away."
"Maybe you can make it happen for him?"
Tris looked Helu up and down, and she said softly:
"You can apply to the administrative office for a mage tower. As far as I know, the Stonemasons Brotherhood will start construction in the inner city within two months to build a 'Midnight Tower' for us as a new symbol of the Blood Vulture Clan. That will be
A comprehensive building, it will also have the function of a mage tower.
I have seen Professor Chen's design drawings.
It is a beautiful building with three auxiliary towers. This means that while I am using the main tower, there will be three vacancies in the mage tower.
Femis, as the spellcaster leader of the Midnight Faction, will definitely have one, and another one will be shared by the spellcasters among our warriors. The last one is currently vacant.
Write an application and submit it to Archon Miriam, and they will approve it as appropriate, but I guess with your current strength you cannot use it for free, and you may need to submit an expensive rental fee to the administrative office."
"This is too arrogant. I am just a black iron psionic master, and a scout without much combat capability."
Helu was hit by this big gift package falling from the sky, and he was immediately at a loss.
He couldn't imagine that his mentor's last wish would suddenly come true in this way at this time, but Tris didn't give him any more chance to explain. She waved her hands and said:
"Although the power level is indeed a little lower, it does not affect the fact that you are one of the few psionicists in Transia who have received formal training.
You are eligible to get your own mage tower, but only now.
Transia, which was rebuilt by little Murphy himself, advocates competition!
Once another powerful spellcaster challenges your mage tower formation and you are defeated, you will lose your mage tower.
This is not just a reward or a gift, it is also a heavy responsibility and pressure.
Of course, I know that there are always some people who hate competition, so I will leave the choice to you. Now I want to maintain this detection technique, don't disturb me."
"As you command, Your Majesty the Grand Duke."
Heru bowed down to salute gracefully, and at the same time retreated to the edge to contain his psychic aura so as not to affect the ongoing detection technique.
Generally speaking, long-distance reconnaissance operations like Murphy's by changing the field of view will cause serious impact and stress on the mind, because the change of field of view cannot be adapted to in a short time.
However, Murphy would often shift his field of vision to the high-speed moving bird's eye view of the griffon Reifno, which was much more dangerous than the current semi-fixed head-up view, so Murphy did not feel any trouble or trouble.
At this time, he used Hogg's eyes to look at the top-level furnishings of the abandoned mage tower in Plague Town. It was not as luxurious as the mage tower he imagined.
In fact, to put it bluntly, it is as messy as a messy construction site.
The dissected carcasses of swamp animals were piled aside casually as food for three overly large mutated wargs. Those three beasts were unhygienic and made the smell of the place nauseating.
The various instruments on the experimental table next to it were arranged haphazardly and without any order. Even though Murphy was just a halfway monk and was not very familiar with the alchemist's rituals, he was based on what he had learned in Trish's laboratory.
You can tell that there are at least seven errors in the placement of things here.
"This bastard warlock doesn't even wash the used beaker, isn't he afraid that he will blow himself up while doing experiments?"
Murphy complained in his heart.
Because of Hogg's vision, his inner complaints were also sensed by the nervous Hogg, leaving Chief Bloodclaw stunned for a moment.
Good guy!
It turns out that my inability to understand the functions of these mysterious instruments is not because of how powerful they really are, but simply because they are misplaced?
"No, you can't understand it because you really can't understand it, and it has nothing to do with other people's wrong experimental procedures."
Murphy corrected:
"This is a mistake that requires extremely high attainments in psychic rituals to discover. You still have a lot to learn, Hogg.
You might try to become a gnoll hunting priest. I heard that this profession has a high status among gnolls. Ken Porter is a hunting priest.
If you want to climb high in Gnoll society, you must learn to take advantage of every opportunity to change your image.
We can talk about these later, just stay calm and concentrate!
The meat tearing is coming!”
The vampire lord's reminder was just right, causing the distracted Hogg to react immediately.
When it raised its head, it happened to see a gnoll warlock wearing a clan-style robe limping out of the inner room.
It's a very old jackal.
This can be seen from its staggering steps and its frail and old face. The mane on its neck has turned completely white and even has hair loss spots, making it look like a mangy dog.
However, the passage of time has given this old jackal an indescribable temperament.
It has a cold and ominous aura, like a snake hiding in the shadows, looking at the world outside the cave with its vicious eyes.
The eyes hidden under the hood met Hogg's eyes, causing Chief Bloodclaw to immediately lower his head in fear, fearing that those sharp eyes would see his guilty conscience and the secrets hidden deep in his heart.
"Don't be afraid, it's just a Silver-level Plague Warlock. It can't see anything strange about you."
Murphy reminded:
"But if you continue to maintain this state of having a ghost in your heart, there is no guarantee what will happen next. You are here to report the news.
You are Ken Porter's confidant!
Show some momentum."
"I'm here to report a message, sir! I am King Kenbot's confidant."
Nervously, Hogg blurted out what Murphy told it, causing the old jackal warlock in front of him, who was looking at it with a strange bone staff, to be stunned for a moment.
Then it let out a hoarse, vicious and contemptuous laugh.
It scolded:
"Lies! Kenbot would not regard a crippled bitch as his confidant. That guy's stupid attachment to pure blood is even far greater than the power and ambition he pursues.
It is a pure-blooded gnoll born in the Mossy Valley, and it even dared to talk nonsense to me when we first met, so how could it like you?"
"But it is true, my lord."
Hogg bit the bullet and said:
"Perhaps this has something to do with my unique experience. I was a prisoner in a vampire arena for a period of time and later escaped with my tribe. It was I who informed Ken Porter of the secret passage into the vampire city.
King, but King Kenbot believed in the wrong 'friend'!
It was sold by the Wolfsbane vampires!
Those cunning bastards took advantage of us and tried to seize control of the Crimson Keep.
It was also those midnight bastards who revealed the specific location of King Kenbot to the vampires of the Blood Vulture clan, leading to the King's defeat and death.
Before it died, it asked me to convey its news and its regrets to the person it trusts most, that is, you, Lord Flesh Tearer."
"Trust. Oh, I never knew that word could come out of that idiot Ken Porter's mouth."
The old jackal obviously did not believe Hogg's words so easily. He looked up and down at the thin jackal chief with extremely cunning eyes, and asked after a few seconds:
"You said you were Ken Porter's confidant? Where's the evidence?"
Hogg felt nervous and was about to make up some lie when he heard Murphy say to him:
"Kenpot has two daggers and a bone sacrifice. The materials come from the relics of the bloodthirsty hyena he raised since he was a child. It was the gnoll warlock in front of him who helped him make those things.
Ken Porter's ability to become the warlord of the Bone-gnawing clan is also related to the secret support of Flesh-Tearing!
I guess that Kenbot is the 'puppet' chosen by this warlock in the Bonegnawing Clan. They are not the 'nobles' of the Mossy Valley. If they want to improve their status, they have to control the 'nobles' in this way.
Use your thinking to tell it this.
Don’t be afraid, it doesn’t matter if you say something wrong, your ability to tell these things that others don’t know is enough to prove your close relationship with Ken Porter.”
"Uh-huh."
Hogg felt happy.
With the intelligence support from Lord Murphy, it became more and more confident, and after feigning hesitation, it told it all what Murphy had just told it.
The old jackal in front of him didn't make any comment. He just stared at Hogg expressionlessly before dissipating his cold aura and sighed:
"You are indeed a cunning person. You can actually see the deeper meanings that even Ken Potter cannot understand. Yes, it is the warlord chosen by our Pestilence Clan in the Mossy Valley!
I had high hopes that Ken Potter could stand out among the Bone Grinning Clan so that our fringe clan could also ascend to heaven.
But that idiot didn't follow the plan I gave it after entering Transia.
That’s it!
It's better for such an uncontrolled idiot to die, so as not to drag us into a worse situation in the future. The information you want to report has been finished, Hogg, you can leave."
"No, Lord Shredder."
How could Hogg miss this good opportunity? He took a step forward and barked, and then said in a sincere tone:
"King Kenport is dead, Transia has changed, and those blood vulture bastards have been attacking my poor clan in Smuggler's Grove.
They even destroyed the skeleton army you sent, look! This!"
It took off the command staff from its waist and showed the old jackal how to tear the flesh. Then it retold what happened in the smuggler's woodland in a different way. It said:
"They defeated the corpse witches you sent. It was me and my warriors who captured this scepter in the chaos, and it was it that guided me here.
Sir, to tell you the truth, my clan has been implicated in Kenport's defeat and is at the end of its rope.
We need support now."
"What does your life and death have to do with me?"
Tear the Flesh said unmoved:
"The Plague Clan has its own mission, and we are very busy."
"We can stop the vampires from Transia from entering the swamp for you!"
Hogg said loudly:
"They are already preparing to do that! You don't know yet, right? Murphy, the vampire leader of Transia, has sent people to build a position outside the swamp.
They want to defend against the black disaster. If they rush in and discover your presence, no matter what mission you have, they will be interrupted!
Those people are all lunatics! Otherwise, Ken Porter wouldn’t have died so aggrievedly!
They dare to release terrifying spiritual energy on their own land, and they have no scruples about using those dangerous powers in the swamp!
Master Shred Meat, helping us means helping you!
We can stop them!
Only ten such scepters are needed, and only ten elite skeleton armies are needed.
I saw it outside. You have endless corpses to make soldiers. You only need to give me a little to save you from worries.
I am a jackal, my lord!
My name is still on the wanted list of the Blood Rat Gang, and my brain is worth 250 Transian gold coins, which is enough to activate bounty hunters throughout Transia.
They will not let me go, you can completely trust me and my clan."
"Not interesting."
Zhanrou narrowed his eyes and looked at Hogg in front of him again. The subtle look in his eyes made Hogg feel guilty for a while, but then he heard Zhanrou sigh and say:
"Our people are savage and aggressive. Wisdom is a rarity for them, and it is even rarer for a jackal to be as cunning as you are.
If Kenbot had half your brain, I wouldn't have to worry about how it ended.
Okay, okay, you've convinced me, go find my apprentice Cripple in the Construction Tower, he will give you more scepters."
"Thank you, Lord Shredder!"
Hogg was very excited and wagging his tail, but then he rolled his eyes and thought of what Mr. Murphy had just said about "the status of the jackal", so he boldly asked suddenly as he tore the meat and turned to leave:
"Sir, to tell you the truth, King Kenbot made a promise to me before he died. He said that I was very clever and suitable to become a priest serving the Lord of the Hunt."
"you?"
Tear Flesh showed a rather strange expression for a jackal. It looked back at Hogg, shook its head and said:
"You are far behind! Your strength is weak and your body is fragile. A warg can easily overturn you and eat you. You can't even pass the first test of the Hunting Priest.
Ken Porter must have just given you an irresponsible temptation to do things with your heart.
But...well, if you have the opportunity to enter the Dark Mountains in the future, remember to bring the complete heart of a Goatman Priest to the Pestilence Clan's lair. My students will help you complete the job transfer to Hunting Priest.
You must complete that dangerous hunt alone, without the participation of others."
Having said this, the flesh-tearing warlock let out a long sigh, waved his hands in a dazed manner and said:
"Go, try it, and see if the Lord of Hunting will bless you. Perhaps, our Lord of Hunting really needs a little service from wisdom."
