Chapter 87 86 Congratulations to the classic model worker for eating the monster character in Novice Village
Chapter 87 86. Congratulations to the classic model worker novice village monster character ghoul for getting permission to work! 【2660】
(Additional update for brother ‘Huo Zheng is very good’ [11/20])
"ah"
A low moan sounded from the tent, and Maxim, who had been in a coma for a whole day, finally opened his eyes after the nightmares that kept intertwining receded.
The loyal servant's body was covered in sweat and even soaked through the linen lining, but as he regained consciousness, the wounds that should have been there had healed a lot.
At least it won't affect his actions anymore.
This abnormal self-healing comes from the subtle body that has been mastered after the Black Iron Trial and begins to release its hidden potential, allowing this body that has been tempered for thousands of years to truly lose its mediocrity and begin to step into the ranks of extraordinary strength.
For warriors, this is only the most trivial of changes.
The entire black iron level experience is related to the release of individual potential, and after all the potential belonging to the individual has been tapped, it will naturally enter the trial of strength of the silver body.
Naturally, there will be new and more difficult goals to achieve in the next stage, but that is not a problem that Black Iron level warriors need to consider.
The power system summarized by the elves is not just a few cool and middle-of-the-road names. Each stage has things that must be completed at each stage.
"It seems you are recovering well."
Just as Maxim sat up from the bed, Murphy's voice suddenly came from the shadow of the tent, causing the loyal servant to get up immediately.
But as the sharp blade came through the wind, a tomb ritual black blade that was exquisite, strong, tempered by spiritual energy and decorated with ebony flowers was handed to him.
Maxim's eyes shrank.
He immediately recognized the black blade as Jed's sword. There was Jed's personal emblem on the hilt, so he could tentatively call it "Jed's Blade".
But this sword is now in the hands of Lord Murphy, so.
"Jed and I have reached an agreement, Mark, although the process was not 'pleasant'."
Murphy's figure walked out of the dividing line of shadows, and he said to Maxim in a gentle tone:
"From now on, you no longer have to worry about the entanglements of the past, and you can finally open your arms to welcome a new and unfettered life without being restrained.
I should congratulate you, loyal one."
"I also feel joy for this, Lord Murphy, and I also congratulate you on your glorious victory!"
Maxim took over the ceremonial black blade exclusive to the Tomb Sword Guard with an open heart and no psychological burden. What he should have given back to Jed had already been repaid.
He looked at Sir Murphy with an elegant smile and demeanor in front of him, and then read from the change in his aura that Murphy had just experienced the same trial as him and won.
Coupled with the relics belonging to Jade in his hand, it is not difficult to determine who Master Murphy has chosen as the target for the test of strength.
As expected of Mr. Murphy!
Maxim exclaimed in his heart that he actually used a Silver-level enemy as a stepping stone to enter a new realm. Compared with him, the small victory he had achieved was simply nothing.
"Perhaps it's time to fulfill my promise to you."
Murphy, standing in the shadow dividing line, looked at the expansion of the number of [1/3] blood contracts on his character card, and said to Maxim:
"I have gained new power, I can transform you into a midnight creature like me, and lead you into eternity. But I hope you can wait a little longer, Mark.
The weak bloodline stemming from Tris has still not been properly resolved.
But I think that this trivial problem will also be solved after we set foot in the Blood Vulture Corridor and completely eliminate the hidden dangers in the darkness."
He paused and said in an aggravated tone to the silent Maxim:
"I hope to give you the best, and what you do deserves the best!"
"Of course, sir, I obey your will."
Maxim leaned over and said in a deep voice:
"I have already entrusted my soul, personality and will to you, and my destiny should be decided by you. All I need to do is to constantly wield my sword for you and kill those enemies who hinder your great cause.
That’s all.”
"I have no doubt about it."
Murphy smiled, put his hands behind his back and said to the loyal servant in front of him who he trusted most after Tris:
"Now, change your clothes and follow me to the city.
I want to make my own tomb badge, and you will help me understand the process. In this way, when you complete your first embrace and become one of us, you can immediately obtain the power of the midnight gift."
"It is my pleasure, my lord."
Maxim smiled in the darkness.
After Murphy left, he immediately stood up and changed out of his soaked linen robe, and quickly put on the lining armor.
When he was about to put on the tattered chain armor, he found a set of cleaned Tomb Sword Guard combat leather armor on the table in the tent.
This is obviously Jed's "legacy" as well.
It represents the high-grade psychic outerwear that the tailors and craftsmen of the Blood Vulture Clan can produce. The luxurious and dark Blood Vulture emblems on it are scattered around the armor.
Only the clan leader's personal guards are qualified to wear such protective gear, and its existence itself is a reward for loyalty.
Maxim moved his fingers and did not refuse the generosity from Lord Murphy.
He put on the protective gear neatly, then picked up the vampire mask next to him and put it on his face, covering his unusual face. He hid himself under the black light armor and put on Jade's ritual black blade.
Get up, and finally wear your own psychic poison blade "Ambition and Dream" on the other side of the armed belt.
The blood vulture swordsmanship includes the technique of using double swords, and Maxim is very familiar with this.
"Yes, he already has the bearing of a strong man."
When the loyal servant walked out of the tent, he received praise and recognition from Murphy.
Deep laughter came from under the mask, and Maxim said happily:
"Still not as good as you, my lord, you have begun to transform from a warrior to a great ruler. This is by no means flattery."
"I seriously doubt that the Black Iron Trial first unleashed the potential of your tongue in you. You were not so good at talking before."
Murphy rolled his eyes and waved his finger forward.
The master and the servant quickly disappeared into the night and left the survivor camp where the curfew was still in place. Both of them had entered the black iron level, and their movement speed had become much faster as their own strength grew.
Ten minutes later, they arrived at the ruins of Cadman City, which was still covered with ashes. Maxim, who was slightly out of breath, raised his head and looked in the direction of the inner city. A few seconds later, he whispered in the dim night:
"The obstruction there has disappeared, sir, we can enter there now."
"You can, but it's not necessary."
Murphy didn't even look at the "new map" over there. He said:
"Let the witch hunters go in and explore.
We have a lot to do in the next two days. Although I don't want to dampen your enthusiasm, the fact is that we have once again reached the edge where we must work hard to survive.
The old troubles have just been solved, and new troubles are on the way."
"But isn't this the normal state of your turbulent life? Sir."
Maxim followed Murphy and joked:
"Since I met you, I haven't had the kind of wonderful experience where I can win casually and survive casually, but this is actually a good thing.
Without pressure, where would the strength come from?”
"You have such an optimistic attitude. Can you tell me where you bought it? I also want to weigh myself, so that I will not be destroyed by the terrible pressure and my fragile sanity."
Murphy curled his lips.
He walked among the ashes-covered ruins of the city, holding the ebony stone gifted by the eldest lady in his hand, and used his sharper night senses to find the place where the breath of death lingered.
The Tomb Sword Guard's career name has the word "grave" in it, which fully proves that the power of this advanced profession comes from death at midnight, so its job transfer process must be completed in places where death is everywhere.
It’s a profession that is full of the unlucky characteristics of a vampire, and the job change process alone is enough to impress people.
"found it!"
A few minutes later, Murphy captured a place where the aura of death was unusually concentrated.
It is even colder and more penetrating than the cemetery outside the city, and it is right at the feet of Murphy and Maxim. To be precise, it is deep into the dark area under the city.
In the sewer.
"Sir, this place is so filthy!"
Seeing Murphy lifting the manhole cover under his feet and about to jump down, Maxim immediately stepped forward to stop him and said:
"Even when the city was still there, the sewers were already famous places for harboring filth and evil. It is hard for me to imagine how many unspeakable man-made disasters gathered in this ghost place after the disaster.
A noble person like you shouldn't set foot here. How about we go to the cemetery outside the city?
Or find an extinct village?"
"Nobility is nothing in the face of strength, Mark, not to mention time! We don't have that much time to pick and choose."
Murphy didn't care about the filth in the sewers.
In fact, he could even guess that the environment of the sewers in Cadman City was not bad, because as Maxim said, even when the city still existed, the intricate sewer area was already a famous place for harboring filth and evil.
.
Evil forces, large and small, are active in the sewers, and they will also create underground dens for themselves.
This means it's not actually dirty there.
At best, it's a little bit boring.
Murphy has visited the underground black market. There were many such places camped by underground gangs before Cadman City, and those places were usually located in the sewers.
All the vampires in the city knew about the existence of the black market, but no one thought about banning them. During the most difficult period of the war, even the vampires had to use the underground black market to obtain some enjoyment in life.
This is the territory of blood vultures, and the original sin of blood vultures is desire. From these two words, you can imagine how crazy these descendants of desire will be when they indulge themselves. Anyway, it is fortunate that there is no belief in Slaanesh in this world, otherwise
The blood vulture vampires were definitely the first bastards to be corrupted.
Thinking about it this way, it seems that even Murphy feels that his "compatriots" are justified in taking death.
"Walk!"
The vampire jumped into the shaft leading to the sewer with a light movement, followed closely by Maxim.
The two fell nearly five meters and landed steadily in the dim passage, and under the guidance of the breath of death, they moved forward one after another toward the front without a trace of light.
"puff"
Maxim took out the small gas blowtorch that stored fire and lit the specially placed torches on the walls on both sides of the ancient sewer along the way.
As they walked in this narrow and dark place, they could still hear the sound of gurgling water.
"The groundwater system is still there, which is good news."
Murphy didn't feel afraid when walking in the dark, but felt at ease. He ignored the bad smell around him and said to Maxim behind him, who was holding the hilt of the sword vigilantly:
"Although Tris and the eldest lady both explained to me that the astral shadow in the outer city is not enough to pollute the groundwater, as the foundation of our future, it still makes me feel at ease to ensure that my people do not have to worry about getting water.
"
"They should be grateful for your concern."
Maxim responded:
"I have never seen any noble vampire worry about such small things. This proves that you will be a wise monarch, my lord.
You possess kindness that none of the vampires possess, which is truly a supreme virtue."
"Well, I have now confirmed that the first thing that unleashed your potential was your silver tongue, Maxim. Maybe after we establish our power, I should give you the nickname 'Glib Mark'.
In the following decades, this nickname may become a synonym for sycophants in Transia.”
Murphy snorted, causing Maxim behind him to laugh again.
But then, when they crossed the long and narrow passage and entered the place where the breath of death gathered in front of them, Murphy and Maxim drew their weapons almost at the same time.
In front of them was a square three-dimensional space that had obviously been developed by manpower over a long period of time. In a large area similar to an "underground black market", nearly a hundred corpses were lying in random directions.
The deaths were tragic, both male and female.
There were even some teenagers.
They don't look like gangsters who can walk and gather in the sewers. They are ordinary civilians who hid in the sewers after the disaster in Cadman City.
But they could not escape death.
"It's despair tokens and astral beasts, my lord."
Maxim stepped forward and looked at the tragically chewed corpses of the corpses that crawled out from the front. He held the psychic poison blade and whispered:
"These people must have exuded too much despair in the darkness and attracted those monsters. This narrow place gave them nowhere to escape, and they could only usher in desperate massacres here.
As for that beast, maybe it’s a crocodile? Or maybe it’s some amphibian.”
"It's no longer here."
Murphy's vampire senses allow him to see more details in the dark, he said:
"It has been away for at least three days, and it does not exist within the range of my perception. Perhaps the fire that burned the ground scared it away and made it hide deeper underground, or it may have returned to the star realm."
His eyes swept across the corpses in the three-dimensional area in front of him, and he saw the despair on the faces of the rotting corpses. After a few seconds, he shook his head and said:
"What a tragedy, we arrived a step too late."
"It's not your fault, my lord, you and your warriors have done a good enough job."
Maxim immediately persuaded:
"They escaped into the sewers, and it was difficult to find them under the shadow of the astral realm."
"No, Mark, I'm not as fragile as you think."
Murphy shook his head and said in a low tone:
"I was wondering, how many such corpses are there in the entire sewer? Three thousand? Five thousand? No, originally there were at least 100,000 people living here in the outer city, but we only rescued more than a thousand people. Excluding those who were involved
In addition to the huge number of unlucky people in the star world, the number of people dying in the sewers will definitely make you despair.
What I'm worried about now is that the fading of the astral energy will allow the spiritual energy of this place to recover. Thinking about the death monsters that can be born here after so many tragic deaths makes people go numb.
Everyone is a ghoul, and Cadman City has countless locations used by gangs to hide their bodies."
He sighed and looked at the dark, maze-like underground tunnel in front of him.
Holding the hilt of the sword, he said:
"A lair of ghouls and a large tomb of vengeful spirits covering the entire outer city are being formed. The number of ghouls alone is conservatively estimated to be no less than 10,000.
I'm sure, Mark, that the sewers under our territory are the largest and most terrifying evil nests that have ever been formed on this continent.
