Whether the NPCs can help or not has always been a metaphysical question.
After all, in most role-playing games, NPCs have a very unscientific "reckless duality".
When the plot requires them to excel, these NPCs are all fierce and outrageous, but in plots that do 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 farmers with dung forks.
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In the ghost game "Real World", this bad situation has been reduced a bit.
Those fierce NPCs have always been very fierce, such as Lord Murphy, the protector of foreigners. As a noble main line NPC, so far in the plot, Governor Murphy has not suffered a miserable defeat, so naturally no player can see it.
Lord Murphy's "Defeat Standing Painting".
But there are indeed NPCs with the attribute of "coexistence of strong and weak", the most typical one is Grand Duke Tris.
This well-known alcoholic archduke will not take the initiative to participate in any battles in most cases. He looks like a dried vampire salted fish, the kind that can lie down and never stand up.
However, the few times Grand Duke Tris participated in the battle, she achieved "dominance-level" super-powerful results, which gave people a glimpse of the super-powerful persona hidden under her salty nature.
But the problem is that it is difficult to get Grand Duke Tris to go to the battlefield.
At the beginning of the game, some players tried to "kite" the elite ghoul to go to Archduke Tris, but the strong Tris screamed when she saw the ghoul and immediately called the Grand Duke's guard to escort him.
In short, players rarely place the outcome of a battle on NPCs, but in the situation last night, they really weren't allowed to be picky.
Facts have proved that the NPC Maxim is indeed very powerful. He and Leonia defeated the Splitclaw Overseer and its nearly 100-strong Overseer Guard, and finally completed the great feat of capturing the flag and killing the general.
Of course, it is impossible for Maxim to achieve such a miracle with his black iron body intact. In fact, ten minutes after the death of the Splitting Claw Warlord, Maxim was killed by the teleporters Mengha and Candide among the players.
Goudan teamed up and rushed back to Shadow Valley.
He is a vampire.
But he lost half of his blood in the battle. If it weren't for the monster's tough physique, he might have died of excessive blood loss and would have earned the title "Vampire Shame".
However, last night's adventure victory was real. Lord Heather received the report in the early morning and immediately sent the elf rangers to check. The indifferent ranger captain Demus Goldleaf personally rode the wind vulture in
The Jackal's vanguard position circled around, and the news he brought back was that the entire position was burning, and the fuel was the Jackal corpses piled there.
Obviously, the Transian lunatics have accomplished another feat that stunned everyone.
But the price they pay for this is terrible.
More than 1,400 of the 1,600 new players have gone offline, and only more than 300 old players have returned. The battle loss rate has exceeded 75%, and the 1,000 people's troops who followed Maxim to charge into the battle were all killed by the Splitting Claw Warlord.
around the big tent.
Of course, the Blood Eagle Clan also gained 1,000 brave members.
This news made Grand Duke Tris who was far away in Scarlet Castle couldn't help but drink two more bottles of wine to celebrate.
Their deaths resulted in the deaths of ten times as many enemies as their own. Although most of the dead were kobolds, the losses to the gnolls were indeed terrible. The entire vanguard position was burned down, and only those stored in it were
The supplies were enough to make the leaders of the Splitclaw clan vomit blood.
There is no doubt that this matter will directly change the severe situation facing Black Flame Pass at this time.
But let’s not mention what Lord Heather thought and what the warriors under her command would think, because there was another thing that happened almost at the same time during last night’s battle.
"Oh my God, what should I explain to Count Lyon?"
In the field hospital behind the Maginot Line, Pinky, still wearing a bloody armor, walked anxiously around the door of the ward.
Next to her sat the frail Knight Liwen. Although the latter was not injured, he was almost blind and coughing constantly. He looked like he needed to be stabbed in the throat and quarantined for half a month.
This is because Knight Liwen took the risk to inherit the power of the Eastern Holy Spirit last night in order to win.
Regardless of her strength or status, she is not qualified to be a formal divine choice. She is at most a reserve divine choice. However, the Eastern Holy Spirit was very generous last night and allowed Liwen to bear the pressure that her level should not bear.
Just temporary blindness and physical weakness are already excellent results. There is no shortage of tragic stories on this continent of people who rashly channeled their divine power and were 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 the "primary divine descent" last night was even more powerful and domineering. If this were in the ancient country of Callum, it would be determined by Qin Tian
The supervisor came forward and gave her the title of "Daughter of the Dragon".
"Calm down, Pinkie Pie, and stop walking around. The sound of your armor makes my ears hurt."
Liwen, who was leaning there, said weakly:
"Colonel Fraser will be fine. Ms. Natalie has personally checked his condition. It's just a simple case of excessive blood loss and injuries from dirty weapons. All he needs is a purification spell."
"What you say is nice! If something goes wrong, you can still rely on your father's connections to escape to the ancient country of Callum. My whole family is in the Anjou province. If the Capet family loses its heir, Sivir
I'm afraid the family will be the first to be angered."
Pinkie Pie will show a rare sobriety.
She sat next to Liwen with a frown on her face, stroking her long hair and saying:
"Didn't you see that the four guards were scared to death? Well, I forgot, you can't see anything and still want to vomit? Do you want me to help you change your clothes?"
"Yeah."
The sick Liwen immediately became energetic.
But before the good friends could get up, Pinkie saw the four Capet family guards guarding the outer door walking in again.
And behind them were an old gentleman wearing a butler's tuxedo, a mask and a vague aura, and a mysterious middle-aged man wearing a cloak and holding a cane.
When she saw these two people, Pinkie jumped up.
She put on the most appropriate posture, leaned forward and saluted and said:
"Count Lyon, what are you doing?"
"My only son is here! And you swore to me that you would protect him, Miss Pinkie Pie, and this is how you fulfill your oath?"
The cloaked Earl of Lyon was obviously furious. He was always known for his gentlemanly demeanor in the Plantagenet Kingdom, and his rare momentum was overwhelming.
But before Bi Qi could think hard about how to answer, a deep voice sounded from behind everyone:
"It's not up to the Capetian family to teach my granddaughter how to do things! The Earl of a foreign country is so majestic."
"grandfather!"
When Pinkie saw Kudel walking over with an indifferent expression, she immediately seemed to have seen a savior. The hunting baron of Transia glanced at the old butler next to Earl Lyon, and he snorted and said:
"As a father, you should feel honored for your son's great victory last night! He risked his life and survived, almost single-handedly extending the reputation of the Sun King of the Plantagenet Kingdom to the battlefield of the Black Disaster
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The battle flag belonging to King Louis can fly in that place of victory because of Fraser's bravery and fearlessness.
He is a real man!
In my opinion, he is more suitable to be the head of the Cape family than you, 'Black-footed Fox' Lyon. Your father has always wanted an heir as outstanding and courageous as Fraser.
It’s a pity that you, who attacked your brother in order to inherit the family business, completely failed to meet your father’s expectations, didn’t you?”
This strange nickname made Count Lyon's expression change under his hood. It was the nickname he had in the aristocratic circle when he was young. It was not a complimentary term, but a derogatory term used by others to describe his cunning and viciousness.
But to this day, no one dares to use this word to call him.
"snort"
Count Lyon was in no mood to argue with an old ghost who had been dead for more than a hundred years. He pushed forward the door of the ward and walked in, leaving the others outside.
The masked old butler looked Kudel up and down and said hoarsely:
"Ranger of Nantes. It's amazing. Everyone said you were dead."
"Then you'll probably be happy, Huge."
Lord Kudel was too lazy to pay attention to this "old acquaintance" and said:
"I have imagined countless fates for you as a thief, but there has never been one in which you are willing to become the dog of the nobles. I was really blind to recruit you into my team. I left it to my son
Those things did not reach his hands in the end. I warn you that within seven days I will see those things I entrusted to you at the last moment.
If you can't get it back, then I will have to discuss the 'ethical issues' with you again."
"Haha, as you asked, I hid them very well, my 'captain'."
The old housekeeper smiled and said:
"I'm not as cunning and insidious as you think. It's just that your son is not qualified to inherit your mantle, but your granddaughter is very good and already has some of your style back then. I will hand over the 'knight legacy' to her as promised.
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That's why I'm here."
"Go away, don't let me see you again, bad luck."
Kudel waved his hand, and the ridiculed old butler shrugged, and quietly moved to the end of the corridor with four Cape guards.
After they left, Kudel used onomatopoeia to say to his granddaughter:
"Stay away from that old guy Hu Ge. He was once my thief teammate. I don't know how he used it to break through to the gold level. I left something for your father before I died, but he must have embezzled it.
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But since he and I are still here, those things will eventually fall into 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 revenge, Grandpa, I'm just worried about my father."
Pinkie Pie whispered:
"The Earl of Lyon has never been a tolerant person, and the family business may be affected by this"
"If you lose, you will lose. The Sivir family does not need those external things to be loved by the power. If your father still has some knightly will, he should know the principle of a strong man breaking his wrist.
Everyone who deals with the black-footed fox thinks they can make a profit, but from the beginning to the end, only the Capet family can grow all the way. Lyon's feet are covered with the bones of his collaborators, and my weak son is obviously another one.
Victims of power.”
Kudel was obviously unhappy with his son.
He didn't even bother to say more about the topic.
He looked at Pinkie in front of him. His "Golden Peach" granddaughter's armor was stained with blood, and the horrific scratches fully proved how dangerous she had been in the battle last night.
If she was just a naughty kid imitating the knight's journey, now she has truly embarked on this path.
This made Kudel very happy.
He nodded with satisfaction and said:
"When you complete the Silver Trial, when this black disaster is over, my granddaughter, I will teach you how to find your Holy Grail. I have always wanted to personally train the next Ranger of Nantes. This is my fate."
Beloved of me, in addition to my disciples, you have also been sent to me.
The glory of the Sivir family depends on you, little Taozi."
"Well, great! I knew grandpa was the best."
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"Ahem. Water."
Colonel Fraser wakes up from a long coma.
His throat was so parched that it was smoking, and it seemed like all the water in his body had evaporated.
This is not an illusion.
Just now, Grandma Marian personally completed a natural magic purification for him. While draining out the contamination of the filthy weapon, she also allowed Colonel Fraser to experience the sour feeling of "sweating".
He opened his eyes with difficulty, and then felt a glass of water being brought to his mouth. He drank it in large gulps. After drinking it, he felt a little better.
Then, he saw his haggard-looking father sitting next to him.
This made Fraser feel like he was hallucinating, but the next moment, his father held his hand and made him realize that it was all real.
"Father, you."
"You can't stay in the army anymore. I arranged for you to join the Pioneer Corps to gild you, not to risk your life! Frasier, your naivety really disappoints me."
Count Lyon whispered:
"Do you know that when I learned that you were injured, I almost had a heart attack. Oh my god, how could the next generation successor of the Cape family die on the battlefield fighting the barbarians? That is very glorious.
This is the ending that countless young men in the kingdom want, but that is not the fate you should bear!
If you really die in battle, it only shows that you are a coward.
I know that you are as stubborn and accepting of death as your grandfather. I have never interfered with your choice. Now, your battle is over, and you have got the honor you want. Last night’s victory was spread back to the country, and even Louis
The king will also praise you for your bravery, and with a little effort from the family, you can retire as a 'Brigadier General'.
Your military career is over, Fraser.
Come home with me, there are many things waiting for you to get used to."
"No! I refuse."
The colonel struggled to get up.
His always cold father showed rare warmth at this moment. He reached out to help his son lean on the bed and prepared to have a conversation between father and son. Therefore, he chose to listen to his son's opinions.
"Father, I understand your concerns, but I must finish this last shift."
Frazier knew very well that when talking to his father, he couldn't talk about what he had or didn't have, so he expressed his conclusion simply and directly:
"The Black Flame Pass cannot be defended, nor can the Shadow Valley. The Splitclaw Clan's invasion will eventually reach the border of Transia."
"Then let the Transians fight. They like fighting anyway, don't they?"
The earl shook his head rather disapprovingly and said:
"Besides, this is the plan of King Louis and the Marshal of the Pioneer Legion. Transia will be the battlefield for the final struggle between the Plantagenet Kingdom and Nordtof. Even if those barbarians do not die in the Black Disaster, they will be killed because of the conflict between the two countries.
Forced to become cannon fodder for a certain party.
The geographical location there makes it impossible for it to survive.
My son, you are an excellent commander. It is impossible for you not to see all this, and you should not try to use personal force to reverse this overall situation."
"That's not what I'm talking about, father!"
Fraser looked around, motioned for his father to come over, and then whispered:
"There is a problem with Transia's defense line. They have left a loophole in the Cato area. If the Jackals cannot attack the Maginot Line for a long time, then they will definitely choose to take a detour into Cato, father!
The Cato area is where the tombs of the Capet family ancestors are located!
Most of our industry and family connections are there. You are also a member of the Cato region, and four of the seven seats held by your faction in King Louis's parliament come from there. Can you really give up there?"
"!!!"
Earl Lyon's expression suddenly changed, he frowned and scolded:
"How can the Transians be so vicious? They are..."
"They are just forced to do this, father. No one wants to be cannon fodder for burning themselves to please others."
Colonel Fraser sighed and said:
"If we were put in this position, we would only go further.
I can't leave the army, father, at least not now.
Not only is the family's foundation there, but also because I must fulfill my duty as a soldier, and the Transians are using all means to protect their hometown.
So should we.
I have reported my findings to Marshal Loren, but have not received a reply.
I think that after you return, you should also actively promote the kingdom's active defense in the Cato area. I can't say that the situation will definitely come to the worst, but we must be prepared for it.
I will stay here and do my best to stop the advance of the Jackals, but you, you also have your responsibilities in this war."
"What if"
Count Lyon narrowed his eyes and said:
"When the Jackals attack the Maginot Line, we give them a gap and an opportunity."
"Shua"
The colonel's hand clasped his father's wrist and he said in a deep voice:
"Please don't think so! Father, you have never seen how Transia fights now. If we really do that kind of thing, believe me, the Capetian family will become the next target of those foreign warriors.
It will be an endless future, and the most important thing is that there is a high probability that we will not win!
Think about the scene where a group of immortals can be resurrected in just three days and then explode and assassinate everyone involved in this matter again. The most brave among them are already close to the edge of the Silver level, and five months ago
, they are still just a group of armed farmers.
They even dared to draw their swords against the gods for Governor Murphy's will!
They are ten times more dangerous than gnolls. You must trust my judgment on this matter!
This is a warning from the next head of the family to the current head of the family!"
