My players are so fierce

Chapter 225 224. Phew, so part of Mr. Murphy’s NPC logic has the surname Lu?

“That’s how it is, Lord Kudel.

We interrogated it, and it told us that it came from the Under Armor Hills, and was the messenger of some new warlord there. It came to the Dark Barony to recruit the gnoll clan here to obey that warlord, but the wolf here The unruly man beat him up.

If we hadn't chosen to attack them today, this unlucky guy would have become that clan's breakfast tomorrow morning. "

Xiao Ashina eloquently told Kudel the whole process of how they captured the Jackal messenger. At this moment, the tribune, who had folded his blood wings, lowered his head and glanced at the thin bird that was tightly tied with a rope. A jackal with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

The latter seemed to feel the cold gaze under Kudel's helmet, shuddered and did not dare to make any move, and lowered his head in fear.

"No! It doesn't tell the truth."

Kudel observed carefully, and stretched out his hand to press the skinny jackal's neck to carefully observe its fur, and then said in a cold tone to Xiao Ashina and Sister Shiliu who were escorting the captives:

"The spots on this guy's fur are not the shape of a Transian Gnoll. I saw similar fur spots more than a hundred years ago.

It comes from the Dark Mountains!

To be precise, it comes from the holy land of gnolls, the Mossy Valley next to the Eternal Rift! "

"Ah? How dare you lie to others!"

Xiaowei suddenly pulled out the gun and pressed it against the head of the skinny jackal. She cursed:

"You heartless bastard jackal, you gave me half of my dinner! But you actually lied to us?"

"Gah, I didn't lie! I didn't lie to the powerful vampire!"

The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against his forehead, and the talking jackal was so frightened that he trembled.

Its gray-green eyes, which were too "flexible" compared to other jackals, turned around and screamed in a weird accent:

"I was born here! Really! More real than a kobold candle! But my father was indeed a Holy Land warrior who was left here to die. I didn't lie to you! The kind vampires who gave me dinner.

Listen to me, Lord Ken Porter, the warlord of Under Armor's Den, is really dangerous!

I can tell you its plans, and you will be able to use me.

Do not kill me!

Please! "

"What a cunning guy."

Sister Pomegranate pouted and said:

"It's a miracle that such a lying guy can be born among the jackals. Maybe we should kill him? I think this guy is still lying, at least not telling all the truth. What do you think?"

"No, if it is really smart, it should know that it cannot hide it at this time, and I think you really caught a smart enough barbarian. This is really a small miracle."

The well-informed tribune shook his head.

He held the scarlet heavy sword in his hand that was newly stained with the blood of the elite Jackal leader, and said hoarsely:

"Individuals like it are not uncommon in the black disaster, especially those jackal mystics. The cunning of those guys is no worse than other races. In the last black disaster, there were jackals who persuaded various tribes to surrender. thing, and more than once.

But now the appearance of such a guy before the black disaster comes seems to be ominous.

However, its fate is not for us to judge. Two warriors, I need you and your team to escort it back to Crimson Keep immediately and hand it over to Lord Murphy. The information it provides about the warlord in the Under Armor Hills may provide additional help in the second phase of the gnoll hunt. "

"Ding"

A new task is triggered.

Xiao Weiming took a look at the content, shook her head and said:

"The rewards for this mission aren't good either. It's probably just a message delivery mission. I can just take it back alone. Pomegranate, you and the others stay here to continue hunting. You have to brush up your points. I'll tell you secretly, I absolutely support you!

Don't let that annoying cat guy get the better of you. "

"Um."

Sister Pomegranate nodded and watched as Little Ashina opened her wide blood wings in the night and flapped her feet amidst the frightened screams of the tied up skinny jackal.

A few days of flying lessons had allowed her to master the skill of flying quickly in the dark night. She made an unskilled turn in the air and disappeared into the night sky under the guidance of the purple light of the Astral Creation in the distance.

"Madam, are you Maxim's champion?"

When Sister Pomegranate was about to leave, Kudel behind her suddenly called her. The tribune looked at the high-spirited fighting spirit wrapped around Sister Pomegranate. This is a temperament that rarely appears in vampires. The dark nature always makes the Midnight Familia always It is difficult to give birth to a true brave man.

Therefore, Sister Pomegranate undoubtedly attracted Kudel's attention.

He looked at her and said:

"Your elder Maxim challenged me. There is no doubt that he failed, but his loyalty is touching and disturbing. You are the other extreme. Seeing you reminds me of those who specialize in A skilled human warrior.

Ah, during the black disaster a hundred years ago, I fought side by side with the protective monks of the Winter Wolf Church, and I have some experience in the use of fist and kick combat. And my many years of traveling have allowed me to accumulate some weapons that I don’t need. It’s a very precious secret

I hear you like a good challenge, so do you want to join me in a little hunting contest this month? "

"Where's the reward?"

Sister Pomegranate did not refuse this mission. She took out her claws and looked back at the tribune. The latter laughed hoarsely under the mask and said:

"You warriors are really as honest as Murphy said. Well, of course there will be rewards, just as I promised to my favored warriors. If you can hunt down five jackals faster than me before dawn, If you are an elite leader, I will teach you the fighting skills I have mastered."

【Ding! The special mission "Practice of the Way of the Monk" has been triggered!

Mission description: The tribune and hunting baron Kudel has become interested in your combat skills. He seems to be interested in talent, and has launched a hunting competition for you and prepared generous prizes.

Mission goal: Complete the hunt of five elite gnolls before Lord Kudel before dawn! Reminder, in this fair competition, Lord Kudel will not use strength and skills beyond the Black Iron rank.

Mission reward: Sanda Sect Monk Secret Notes: Swift Wind Fist.

Mission time limit: until dawn.

Yes/No accept this invitation? 】

"Of course! Tonight, I will win back some face for my shameful monster elder! Your Excellency, Tribune."

Sister Pomegranate opened her broad blood wings with a swish, and slowly rose into the sky with the wings swaying. She made a warrior salute to Lord Kudel in the air, and then turned around and ran into the night.

"Is it the inheritance of the monks from another world?"

Kudel let out a light laugh beneath his full-face mask.

He turned around and flapped his wider bat wings, suppressing his silver-level power on the black-iron level and leisurely galloping in the other direction.

At the same time, at the resting point under the dark night, the four soldiers were eating and maintaining their weapons. Hedong Lion Roar complained:

"Fuck, Brother Cat is so fierce! I originally thought I could still practice with him, but when I saw his heroic appearance on the battlefield today, I realized that people usually give in to us, but today he Isn’t it a bit too hard?”

"You know nothing."

Lin Bei Gouzhao chuckled and said while mixing a weird alchemical substance:

"Brother Cat is under a lot of pressure. You know the last time he and Sister Pomegranate had a fight in the arena, right?"

"Yes, we all know that Brother Cat won."

West Sichuan Langxing said:

"What? Is there any inside story about this?"

"Of course!"

Brother Gouzhao mysteriously shared:

"Brother Mao actually won one move, you know. According to what he said, he only won half a move. It seems that it was because Sister Pomegranate had some injuries when she was an athlete in her early years, which led to some flaws in her boxing skills. Anyway, It feels a bit overwhelming.

He really almost overturned the car, that woman was so fierce.

So, Brother Cat is under a lot of pressure. Sister Pomegranate is obviously trying to regain a spot in the standings. Brother Cat has no choice but to fight if he doesn't want to lose.

And there is also the mission of Kudel-sama!

If Brother Cat wants to become his warrior, he must hunt 20 elite bosses alone within ten days. Is this too harsh? To be honest, I really feel that we are not playing the same game as Brother Mao and Sister Pomegranate at all.

What we are playing is Happy Xiaoxiaole.

People are playing Dark Souls."

"Actually, we can also play Dark Souls. It just requires everyone to work harder."

Shannan Huxiao, who had been silent for the whole time, ate the paste in his hand, then wiped his mouth and stood up with a scarlet halberd, and said to the three brothers:

"I've decided! I want to learn from them! I'm also going to start hunting elites. It's no fun bullying ordinary monsters. Do you want to follow?"

"Follow! Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

"Make it seem like no one dares to do it. In this way, if one of them dies during the journey, he will have to provide the other three brothers with food and wine for the next week. How about that?"

"The specifications cannot be lower than the standard of 200 yuan per day."

"Let's go! Let's do it! We come in as professionals, don't let ordinary players look down upon us."

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"What? A talking gnoll? You mean a psychic individual? But how come there is such a thing in Transia? We don't even see gnoll mystics here."

At this time, Tris, who was preparing some high-level potions in the alchemy cabin, received Murphy's message. The psychic master felt a little surprised, and handed over the work at hand to his two apprentices selected from vampires.

She quickly returned to the Blood Eagle Corridor. At this moment, Murphy and his warrior Xiao Ashina were already "interrogating" the short jackal.

The rope on the latter's body has been untied, but it does not dare to move at all.

Because the astral giant wolf George was lying at Murphy's feet and staring at him. The fat and strong astral wolf raised by Murphy was very aggressive. As long as the jackal made the slightest move, the wolf would be ushered in. The "intimate contact" of a kiss.

Although there is also the word "wolf" in the name, there is no way that the jackals in the material world can establish a "relative relationship" with the wolves in the astral world.

Besides, jackals actually just look like jackals.

From their reproductive patterns to civilization templates, they are actually more similar to humanoid barbarians than real beasts.

"Huh? This is a gnoll from the Mossy Valley! It's really strange. Is there really such a unique individual in Transia?"

After Tris came over, she could see the true origin of this jackal just like Kuder.

This made Murphy look at her in surprise, his eyes full of curiosity, obviously asking Tris how she could see this guy's "bloodline".

"Look carefully at the spots on the mane where its back meets its neck."

Tris tapped her serenade scepter on the skinny jackal and explained to Murphy and Xiao Ashina:

"The spots on ordinary gnolls are disordered, and occasionally they show strange markings but they are not noteworthy. However, the spots around the neck of gnolls from the Mossy Valley, the holy land of gnolls, will show quite peculiar leaf-like shapes and vines. texture.

It is said that this is because Mossy Valley is one of the holy places suspected of Avalon in the human world. It was once a magical place where the shadow elves worshiped Avalon, the spider lady. After the third black disaster, the gnolls took it from the shadow elves. snatched it over.

And through some strange method, these guys can enjoy the blessings from nature there, allowing them to unlock true wisdom and be endowed with spiritual talents.

Of course, the above theories are just some speculations. Considering the unique location of the Mossy Valley in the Dark Mountains, there is no way to enter and explore it on a large scale outside the time period when the foul spiritual power is weakened.

Such individual Gnolls are the 'nobles' of their race, and most of the famous Gnoll warlords in history came from this class.

For example, the King of Gnolls, ‘Bone-Bite’, who almost conquered the world during the last black disaster, was a unique individual born in the Mossy Valley. "

"It's eavesdropping!"

Xiao Ashina, who had been paying attention to the changes in the prisoner's expression, suddenly shouted.

Although the manes on the face of the gnolls made it difficult to see the changes in their expressions clearly, Ashina saw the movement of this guy's eyeballs. When Mrs. Tracey said about the "Mossy Valley", the gnolls were obviously Eavesdropping carefully.

"Of course it will eavesdrop. The jackals who have been enlightened with wisdom are no different from civilized races. We can no longer treat them like barbarians."

Tris didn't care.

She stared at the thin individual in front of her and threw a special spell at it. Groups of scarlet light spots circled around the jackal several times before dissipating.

This made Tris very disappointed. She said:

"The psychic talent is very mediocre. It seems that he is not a mystic mage, a hunting priest or a poison warlock. This is not a 'high-end product', just a bit of a meager bloodline."

"It says its father comes from Mossy Valley."

Murphy explained to Trish:

"This is what it said to Kudel, and it is precisely because of its confession that it won the opportunity to be sent to us. Kudel feels that this guy has information about Ken, the newly risen gnoll warlord in the Under Armor Hills. Porter's news will be of great use to us."

"No need."

Tris shook her head and said:

“Although there are many gnolls in Transia, they are just the broken troops left here from the last black disaster. Being isolated from the dark mountains means that they have no chance to come into contact with the true cruel survival of the fittest in gnoll society.

It can be said that in more than a hundred years, the local jackals have evolved into a civilization that is completely different from that in the Dark Mountains.

The birth of a Jackal warlord here is not worth worrying about, not to mention how long it has been. Even if Kenport can gather Jackals, its legion will not exceed 10,000 people. "

"Seventeen thousand people!"

The thin Jackal messenger suddenly corrected:

"King Kenbot is very powerful, and Kenbot is not a local jackal from Transia! He comes from the Dark Mountains, is a hunting priest, and was sent by the big boss. The big boss sent many people 80 days and nights ago The warriors entered Transia, but it is said that only Kenport emerged from the filthy swamp alive.

It hid in the Under Armor Hills while humans were killing each other.

After the Blood Vulture clan weakened, Kenbot began to organize my people on a large scale. It recruited troops in the name of the big boss, and many fools obeyed it. It claimed that the big boss would conquer the land when the black disaster came, and put The local gnolls were given a permanent kingdom here.

I.

This is how my clan was robbed by it! "

"Oh, I didn't see it, are you still the leader?"

Murphy laughed. He looked at the jackal with the unique fur pattern in front of him and asked after a few seconds:

"What's your name? Do you have a name?"

"I have."

The green eyes of the thin jackal rolled around a few times. Under the gaze of the three vampires, it said tremblingly:

"I named myself Nash"

"No!"

Murphy waved him off.

As Tris and Ashina watched, he reached out and handed a handkerchief to the jackal in front of him, gesturing for it to wipe the blood on its face.

The vampire lord looked at the thin little jackal in front of him who was wiping his face with a handkerchief. He felt something from this guy that no other jackal could give him, as if there was a person full of unwillingness to reality hidden in his small body. A soul that cannot find a solution.

It's a feeling Murphy knows all too well.

So he narrowed his eyes, a rather subtle and unique expression appeared on his handsome face, and he whispered:

"That's not your real name, it's just a fake name you used to avoid terrible trouble. Your real name is 'Bone-Bite'!"

"???"