(Additional update for the ‘Humen Smoke’ brothers [1/5])
Sister Pomegranate is a girl with a strong character and a strong mind. She rarely gives up on her own initiative. Just like when she faced those elite witch hunters just now, even if she knew she couldn't beat them, she would actively think about how to entangle them and give Milly a favor.
An creates an opportunity to escape, and how to fight to achieve the highest damage.
However, when Sister Pomegranate saw the fully armed Lord of White Oak, the Golden Knight Finok, she immediately realized that she really couldn't beat him!
It's not that she is timid.
Rather, the terrifying strength gap between the two sides was enough to make her lose all will to fight.
She followed Miriam, staring at the old knight in front of her who was carrying a big oak blade and wearing a strange white wooden armor. The latter made her feel like a kitten with its teeth and claws, and in front of her
A sleeping Tyrannosaurus rex is lying on its belly.
This description is no exaggeration.
"Is this the current background-level powerful figure in the game?"
Sister Pomegranate thought in her heart:
"If this really lights up the health bar, it will be at least a world BOSS, right? I just don't know if this kind of gold-level monster will run around after the version is updated in the future?
Well, considering the rigor of this game, this kind of serious collapse of combat power should not happen, right?"
"Salute to you, Chapter Master."
Miriam behaved very appropriately.
She took the initiative to salute the old Finock who was standing next to the red war horse in front of her. Although her tone was so nervous that she almost bit her tongue, her performance was pretty good.
This is also due to Miriam's recent experience. As a supervisor in charge of thousands of people, although she is just a novice, the habits and tolerance she has developed allow her to maintain her position in front of such a big shot.
Live with the most basic decency.
This is the change in personal temperament brought about by the feedback of improved knowledge and vision, just like after you chat and laugh with senior city officials, you will no longer be nervous about meeting the county magistrate.
"Are you the blood servant who saved my subordinate?"
Old Finok did not use his wonderful oak spell this time, but looked at Miriam up and down while holding his oak war helmet.
As for Sister Pomegranate beside her, she was actively ignored by the old knight.
That's a boxing fighter with great potential.
But it only has potential, and it's not worthy of his attention under the current situation.
"Tell me, what kind of message does Murphy want you to convey? You have also seen that my time is tight, so you only have these few minutes to convince me!"
The old knight said in a low tone:
"Young red-haired girl, start your 'performance'."
The other witch hunters looked at the two vampire worshipers in front of them with different eyes.
They marveled at the courage of these two girls, but scorned their choice.
That is to say, the chapter leader is here in person. If they act freely, in an operation like this tonight, the two vampire worshipers can be easily silenced.
These scum who entrust their lives, souls and beliefs to vampires do not deserve sympathy!
Miriam felt the eyes around her.
But she has long been used to it.
As early as when she entered the Artisan University of Chardoux, her classmates from all over the world would have the same expression when they heard that she was from Transia.
Alas, the problem of regional discrimination is also very serious in other worlds.
"Dear Chapter Leader, Lord Murphy wants to start a cooperation with you and your warriors."
Miriam tried hard to sound serious enough.
She didn’t waste time on rhetoric, but got straight to the point:
"Just like the last time the tacit and tacit cooperation between him and Ms. Natalie killed sixty elite midnight hunters in one go. Facts have proved that vampires and witch hunters can cooperate when they have common interests.
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"When the interests are big enough, angels and demons can also sit at the negotiation table and talk and laugh. I understand this truth, but the premise of all this is 'common interests'."
Old Finock sneered and said:
"However, I don't see any common interests worthy of discussion between me and your hidden Mr. Murphy."
"Yes! And there are many!"
Miriam felt reassured when she heard that the old knight did not refuse directly.
She glanced at the brief but not simple notes on negotiation points that Murphy had sent to her when she set out on her calculation orb.
After a few seconds of language organization, she raised her head, looked directly into the old knight's eyes, and said:
"Through the last messenger's message, Lord Murphy already knows that your purpose is to confirm the death of Patriarch Salokdar. The information we can share is that the patriarch and the last group of Blood Vulture members were killed after the disaster in Cadman City.
Hiding in the Blood Eagle Corridor.
That place is now blocked by secret magic!
It is a secret seal that can withstand the tearing of the star realm. It is said that it comes directly from the design of the Midnight Elders of the Mystic Blood Clan. It is the work of the most outstanding wise men in the vampire civilization.
Frankly speaking, I don’t think you have enough power to break it from the outside, but the key to that thing is now in the hands of Lord Murphy’s enemies!”
"Um?"
Old Finock's eyes suddenly narrowed.
He waved his hand, and the surrounding witch hunters immediately dispersed.
Obviously the old knight did not want more people to know about the following conversation, but Natalie, the gray-haired witcher, stayed. It was obvious that the old knight valued her very much.
"Besides Murphy and his gang, are there other vampires in those ruins?"
Finok said in a deep voice:
"Where did they come from? What's their purpose? Speak clearly!"
"That's what I'm going to say next."
Miriam took a deep breath again and told the whole story why Jed and his team appeared and what happened in the previous few hours.
She kept in mind the reminder from the veteran Norman, without adding a single lie, but there were some details that were not explained clearly, but these were enough for the experienced war veteran Finnock to judge the general situation at the moment.
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"You said before that Sir Murphy and the survivor camp under his protection are not your targets because our side is indeed weak.
Although it is a bit shameful, we admit it! In this situation, weakness is indeed our protective color."
Miriam emphasized:
"It's just that now, Jed and his six companions have arrived at the ruins. They are all Silver-level clan leader's personal guards, and there are a total of sixteen Black-Iron-level servants.
I believe that this is already a force that you have to treat with your heart.
Lord Murphy did not ask me to conceal the purpose of this negotiation trip.
He just wants to use this knife to achieve his wish. He does not want to become Jade's vassal, nor does he want to see the situation he has worked so hard to achieve be destroyed by a group of night scum who take pleasure in sucking blood and squeezing.
Treat it as a delicacy that can be enjoyed as much as you want.
He wants those bastards who crawled back from hell to go back to their hell and not get involved in this already miserable human world.
Therefore, he needs your help.
Lord Murphy's warriors will launch the first wave of charge, but it is difficult for our warriors to annihilate so many vampires. Lord Murphy hopes that you can fulfill your duties as witch hunters and kill all these things of the night!
To this end, both parties will be able to carry out further cooperation."
"Do you still want to take the next step?"
The old knight sneered and said:
"If the treacherous words you just said were known to other clans, even the Knights of the Blood Alliance, which is recognized as the most friendly and fair to other races, it would be enough to ruin your reputation among the vampire community!
It is normal for vampires to conspire against each other, but colluding with outsiders or cooperating with witch hunters like us is another matter.
I am very curious, is your Lord Murphy driven to a dead end, or does he really not care about his reputation among his compatriots?"
"This is not something I can answer for you, Chapter Master."
Miriam lowered her head and said gently:
"But I believe Lord Murphy has his own considerations. In addition, I want to emphasize that although you stubbornly think that I am a hopeless blood servant, in fact I am not.
My personal aversion to vampires is enough to make me an outlier in Transia, and the relationship between me and Lord Murphy is not yet one of allegiance.
I just.
Well, I was just hired by him to manage the survivors he rescued from the city.
I am ordered to risk my life to negotiate with you tonight not because of my unconditional obedience to the vampire's orders. As Lord Murphy declared to you, he and I also have common interests.
And this benefit is enough to drive me to risk my life.
I am full of courage now, and I am bracing my trembling legs to discuss these with you, not because I am brave enough, but because I know that the survival of more than a thousand survivors depends on the success of my negotiations tonight.
Mrs. Tracey once told me that the witch hunter in her memory always claimed to be the guardian of the Kingdom of Isa.
Even after the Kingdom of Isa merged with the Kingdom of Sealand to form the Kingdom of Plantagenet, you are still of high moral character and highly educated. Perhaps it was her persuasion that made Lord Murphy make up his mind.
If one tenth of Mrs. Tracey's description is true, then I believe you can make a correct judgment!
The following is no longer the content of my negotiations with you as Lord Murphy’s special envoy, but my prayer to you as an ordinary person born and raised in Transia:
Please help us for the sake of the lives of more than a thousand people!"
The old knight did not answer immediately.
He turned to look at Natalie beside him, as if waiting for her judgment.
After a few seconds of silence, the gray-haired witcher Natalie opened her hood. She pointed at the scars on her eyes and face that were not actually ugly, and said to Miriam in front of her:
"These wounds stem from the torture and abuse of me by vampires, and their source is the ambush in Moreland Village, which represents the hatred and grudge between me and Murphy.
Old Qiao died in your hands!
And Matt, John, and Mond. I remember the names and faces of each of my subordinates, but I lost them all in this disgusting land.
What I want to say is.
Messenger of the vampire, listen to me!
The grievances between Murphy and I and other vampires will not be eliminated so easily. I will get back the things I lost with my own hands, but I will also tell you with practical actions!
What Ms. Trish told us was true.
Witch hunters are not born as monsters of killing and immersed in war, we have also been noble.
And tonight, we will find nobility again!
We will protect those in the survivor camp from the threat of vampires, but this does not mean that we have to shake hands with Murphy and his gang."
"This is what you have to do!"
Miriam pointed in the direction of Moreland very unhappily and said:
"I can't refute what anyone else said, but you are different, look there! That's where I was born, Natalie. You saw with your own eyes what your companions did there, my father
, you know better than me how my family and my companions died! It wasn’t the vampires that both you and I hate who killed them!
You said that witch hunters were once noble, then prove to me that you are different from the lunatics who originated from you!"
When it came to the incident in Moreland Village, Natalie suddenly lost her temper.
After all, the tragedy there does come from her companions who have fallen and indulged in destruction.
"It seems that you have reached an agreement, although it is different from what I imagined."
The old knight who was watching this conversation said quietly:
"Natalie, you really need to practice your eloquence, or this fiery red-haired girl can really crush you in this aspect. But fortunately, you can make up for it in other aspects.
Now, I command!"
"Shua"
Natalie straightened up immediately.
The witch hunters in the darkness all around also stood in military postures, listening to the Chapter Leader's instructions.
"Teams 1 to 5 are temporarily under the command of Captain Natalie, and you will join in the protection of the survivor camp and the hunt for vampire fanatics.
I can hear the desire for war in your hearts, now you don't have to suppress it."
The old knight waved his hands and said:
"After your operation is over, come and join me in the inner city. I will act alone. Major Fraser, who are you going to follow?"
After hearing Old Finock's inquiry, Major Fraser, who had been hiding behind him, stepped forward. When he saw this tall and thin guy wearing the military uniform of the Plantagenet Kingdom, Miriam's expression immediately turned ugly.
She can make peace with the witch hunters because these guys are just mercenaries, but a major from an enemy country is a full-fledged enemy.
Although she did not have much sincere affection for her hometown, Miriam had heard about the destruction of the Confederation of Portia by the Plantagenet Kingdom during the Ten Years' War, even when she was studying in Genoa Island.
"My personal strength is relatively weak, so I won't cause any trouble for you, Chapter Leader."
Major Fraser looked at the red-haired girl in front of him with interest.
This Transian woman has a really fiery temper, which is completely different from the delicate daughters he has seen since childhood. She is like a lioness waving her claws.
He had never seen such a fierce woman, and while he felt that Miriam was a bit barbaric, he was also full of curiosity.
The major whispered:
"I am following Ms. Natalie's actions and recording the strangulation of the last remnants of the Blood Vulture Clan. I believe that His Majesty the King will be happy to use this fierce battle and the heroic story of mankind against evil spirits for entertainment in his spare time.
