My players are so fierce

Chapter 486 485. The undead never die, they just wither.

"Fuck, this bitch Hogg actually dares to set his sights on us! He really deserves a beating."

In the evening in real life, in the private room of the barbecue restaurant in the school snack town, Che Che, who was already a little tipsy after drinking a few glasses of wine, was eating fragrant roasted kidneys and said to a large table of people next to him:

"When I come back to life, I'll go online and beat it up."

"You should first think about how to break through Hogg's 'Chief's Guard'. The four Knights of Hades just protecting it are not something you can deal with.

Not to mention the barbarians armed by Hogg.

Moreover, Hogg himself is an excellent jackal assassin, and he is a disciple trained by Ms. Dorothy herself. "

Ge Bao snorted while holding the wine glass.

He looked at the other people in this box, coughed, and said:

"Well, I called everyone here tonight to discuss the news Niu Niu brought. Is Hogg's suggestion feasible?

We are all brothers in the same guild, and we all participated in the strategy for Plague Town, so naturally we all have a say in this issue.

So don’t hide it, just speak out if you have any ideas. "

"What ideas can we have?"

The four sports students who were called to come to Chaqia Barbecue had already started the "eating and stuffing" mode. They had just finished training during the day, and the hungry shrimp catcher kept eating a grilled scallop in his mouth while mumbling. said:

"The townsfolk you conquered can decide for themselves, but Hogg said that Old Chen was the one who came up with the idea, so I think there must be nothing wrong with this plan.

Even if you don’t believe in Alpha Company’s artificial intelligence, you still have to have confidence in the old professor’s professional skills. "

"That's right."

The traveler Xiao Zhou winked and said while unpacking the roasted chicken legs:

"I just told Niu Niu that I was looking for someone to co-govern, and Hogg came to my door. I seriously doubt that Alpha Company has monitored our in-game voices, otherwise it would be too much of a coincidence, right?

However, if you think about it carefully, it would be understandable if this was really arranged by the development team.

After all, the reason Hogg said was not nonsense.

Although the four of us did not participate in the swamp war, the complaints about the swamp environment on the forum have not stopped in the past month.

They have always believed that the development team does not need to make such efforts to 100% simulate the swamp terrain, which shows that most people actually do not like to stay in the dark swamp for a long time.

It's really a huge challenge for mental health there.

From this point on, it’s not a big deal to entrust the town to Hogg. Anyway, it will bring us profits and save us from recruiting new people from the management department.

Jackals are really at home in the swamp, they have a natural preference for the environment. "

"Who said that?"

Sanjin Diguashao from the art department shook her flowing bangs, gnawed on the ribs, shook her head and said:

"I see Lao Qin having a lot of fun playing in the swamp.

Today he dressed himself up like Rambo and started to teach us how to ambush in the swamp. I don’t know where that guy learned it from? "

"Oh, Mr. Qin, that is indeed not an ordinary person."

Players who participated in the Swamp War have basically heard of the feats of "Master Qin".

They all agreed that Master Qin must have gone through a period of tragic war years when he was young. Seeing that the conversation in the box a few minutes later had already begun to speculate on Master Qin's true identity, Ayuan immediately threw away the chicken bones helplessly, knocked on the table and said:

"I say everyone, please be serious. The future development of this stronghold will affect the future of the guild."

"You talk about breaking the sky, but this is just a game!"

Sanjin Sweet Potato Burn pouted and said:

"So don't be so serious. Now that the development team has created Hogg's optional quest line, let's do it. What? Are you still going to refuse this hidden quest that comes to you?

Damn it!

Are you a qualified player? "

"Fuck, what you said makes sense, and I can't refute it! From the perspective of accepting the task, this is really an issue that doesn't need to be discussed."

Ayuan was stunned.

He blinked and sighed, raised his glass and said:

"However, although it can be entrusted to Hogg, the income part still has to be divided. 60% is simply too cheating. This is its swamp plan!

If we want us to cooperate with it, shouldn’t it give us money? Why should we give it part of our income?

All our profits belong to us, and that old boy Hog should provide us with another rental fee every month!

Hehe, this share is guaranteed. "

"Come on, you're going to steal all the money the jackals worked so hard to dig out of the swamp. You're really a vampire! Come on, Mr. Vampire, let me toast you.

Are you raising fish here?

Drink it all!

Come again! "

"Oh, I'm too drunk today, how about..."

"Fuck! Pretend, brothers, feed him!"

"Ahhhhh, Brother Niu, don't! I didn't tell anyone else that you accepted Hogg's bribe to buy weapons for your paper figurine wife!

How can you repay kindness with hatred? "

——

In the next two days, the work of cleaning up the ruins of Plague Town was quickly shouldered by the kobolds of the Bloodclaw clan.

Hogg sent Nash as an overseer, allowing the recently defected kobolds to enter the swamp in large numbers, and by the afternoon of the next day, the outposts near Plague Town that had been destroyed in the war were cleaned up.

However, the town is currently unable to start large-scale construction because the giant swamp snake is still lying there.

The priests of the Church of Avalon have not yet finished the purification ceremony for it. The kobolds are afraid of the breath of the legendary creature and refuse to come close to it no matter what, which makes the overseer Nash feel a pain in the balls.

Even though it looks like it's holding the whip, it's actually afraid.

Fortunately, Chief Hogg did not ask for a construction period, and the student party was not in a hurry, so this matter could be taken slowly.

Although the cleanup of the ruins of Plague Town cannot be carried out quickly for the time being, the removal of various "dangerous items" in the town is already underway.

There is no need to worry that the Warlock Tower has collapsed. The main reason is that there are too many evil items remaining in the Tectonic Tower.

In particular, the gnoll undead warlocks have piled a large number of corpses inside to use as raw materials. Although these things will not have any impact on personal safety, they will undoubtedly impact the players' hearts.

Therefore, this matter cannot be left to the players, but can only be handled by the witch hunters of the Church of Avalon.

The way they handle it is also very simple and crude.

These witch hunters who had survived the ten years of war were already as cold-hearted as iron. They took out the corpses collected in the swamps, dug pits and piled them together, then chanted the name of Avalon and then called the purifying fire to burn them. clean.

Very original, very pollution-free, and very effective.

After the kobolds of the Bloodclaw clan arrived, the work of cleaning up all kinds of filth left in the Tectonic Tower was also left to the kobolds.

They moved those things out of the tower under the command of the witch hunter, and in the process, the kobolds who were good at digging holes and prospecting unexpectedly discovered a "secret room" hidden in the structure tower.

It was a secret room sealed by psionic magic. Just looking at the external structure, one could tell that the things sealed inside were definitely extraordinary.

The kobold reported the news to the witch hunter. The witch hunter sent people to check and found that the door-sealing spell was quite advanced and they were not sure how to handle it.

So this matter was transferred to the eldest lady who is currently in charge of Wolfsburg.

After hearing the news, Femis quickly arrived at the structure tower. She took some time to dismantle the door-sealing spell, and then opened the door to the underground under the escort of several witch hunters.

The eldest lady thought that there would be danger in this matter, but the fact is that apart from the door-sealing technique, there are no more dangers in the secret room deep underground.

However, the things stored here surprised everyone, so much so that without the eldest lady giving an order, the witch hunters took the initiative to seal off the place, waiting for the next step.

Thirty minutes later, with the teleportation technique released by Tris herself, Murphy, who had just left here, returned to the ruins of Plague Town again.

He entered the secret room and saw the eldest lady collecting and taking out strange things one by one while she was chanting.

The reason why they are strange is that there is no unified standard for these things.

Among the things piled outside by Femis into categories were broken knight swords, decayed battle helmets, tattered grimoires, tarnished staffs, and even a few weathered military shrouds and a broken ladies' hand mirror. .

To ordinary people, these things are just a bunch of worthless garbage.

But when I saw the eldest lady carefully taking them out of the secret room and sorting them, I knew that these things were by no means as simple as they seemed on the surface.

"There are actually so many phylacteries for advanced undead creatures!"

Tris bent down and picked up a broken elf-style hand mirror. She held it in her hand and examined it before saying:

"The production level is not high. From the perspective of the Moon Priests, everything here is inferior. However, it cannot be denied that these broken objects do have all the functions of the life box, but they have not been made any further. protective treatment.

A standard qualified phylactery should at least be strong enough and not easily damaged by external impacts.

I guess this is what the Plague Warlocks picked out from the items carried by their corpses when they resurrected the Corpse Witches and Hades Knights.

These gnolls are quite nostalgic and pragmatic. "

The Archduke of the Blood Vulture complained, put the Elf hand mirror in his hand and a blackened Elf cane at his feet together and handed them to Murphy, saying:

"This is Bernice and Bella's phylactery. Take it back and give it to Adele. I can hear the cut-off souls of the pair of miserable mandarin ducks screaming in it and cursing the world. Malice.”

"Um."

Murphy took the two things and looked at the various phylacteries placed on the ground. He asked Femis who was busy:

"How many life boxes are hidden here?"

"So far, 75, but there is a mezzanine inside, so I don't know the exact number, but it will definitely not be less than a hundred."

It was also the first time for the eldest lady to handle a phylactery.

She was very interested in these rare undead creations, and while recording them in her psychic notebook, she answered enthusiastically:

"This is more than the more than forty corpse witches and Hades knights described to us by Mr. Bella. It is obviously because the jackals resurrected a group of elite dead from the filthy swamp in order to fight against the giant swamp snake.

These guys are so damned!

Such a large-scale practice of such evil magic that disturbs peace is simply appalling in other places on the mainland.

I also found some phylacteries below that were not completely crafted, but each of them had fragments of soul and consciousness bound to them.

As long as the last step of making the phylactery is completed, another group of undead will be permanently bound to the world of the living.

I think we should release them. "

"It's not as simple as you think, Femis. This is not as simple as doing a good deed casually. If the bondage of the dead is broken so easily, it is impossible for the Moon Priests to defend their holy city for thousands of years."

Tris immediately objected:

"There are many ideas for making phylacteries. Even in the Holy City of the Moon, there are several factions regarding this death technique. Different production ideas will bring different phylactery effects.

When you can't confirm what style the gnolls follow, rashly breaking the life boxes will not let these bound souls rest in peace. It will only make them experience the fear and pain that are overwhelming them for a moment, and then turn into something more. Difficult lonely ghosts come to you to fight for their lives.

That's not salvation at all!

That is just to inflict final torture on them. Such reckless behavior is not hesitant to kill in the eyes of the Moon Priests.

Therefore, we must first properly protect these phylacteries.

I will make a decision after slowly analyzing and studying the craftsmanship used on them. This may take a lot of time, but if you want them to rest in peace, they must persist in the world of the living first.

But with these phylacteries, it is enough to bring back the corpse witches and Hades knights who fled into the swamp during the chaos in Plague Town. "

Tris glanced at Murphy, and the vampire lord nodded.

So Tris immediately began to use the secret method of the undead faction, and streaks of gray-white smoke rose from the phylactery placed in front of her like a command signal.

Soon, within twenty minutes there was movement in the swamp.

There were candles burning all around, filled with happiness in the warm little ball of light, and amid the frightened roars of the kobolds who stayed up late digging holes, the first batch of knights of the underworld who were ordered to return rode on their gloomy war horses. , quietly appeared outside Plague Town.

This scene was also discovered by young players.

They quickly organized a group of people to watch the undead "returning home".

The Knights of the Underworld and the Corpse Witch did not care about the noise of the surrounding players and kobolds. They stepped onto the broken ruins in an attitude that was completely consistent with the deathly temperament of the undead, and finally stopped outside the structure tower while moving forward without guidance.

Murphy did not appear immediately.

He, Tris and the eldest lady were still sorting out the phylacteries in the structure tower. It was not until nearly two hours later that most of the undead who escaped during the war returned here that Murphy appeared with a bag of phylacteries. In front of you.

The vampire lord looked at the dozens of silent spirits in front of him who still had complete bodies, but whose consciousness had not returned to the phylacteries. He did not talk to them at length, but lifted the phylactery bag in his hand.

This action immediately made the undead present raise their heads, and the pairs of blue bone fire stared at Murphy, and the meaning conveyed was quite complicated.

"Bella and Bernice serve me now. They are members of the Scarlet Keep."

Murphy did not play tricks with these undead. He said straight to the point:

"I know you all know this half-elf couple, and I'm telling you that I'm happy to let you rest in peace!

I know that you have all been warriors and ancestors who fought against the gnolls in the swamp during several black disasters, but my psychic master must first identify the death spell used on your phylactery before he can help you safely remove the bondage.

This means you need to hold on a little longer. "

This statement received no response.

Although the undead were silent, the unique aura exuded by them gathered together and easily made the surrounding bystanders realize that they were disappointed with Murphy's choice.

Perhaps the undead think that Murphy is just the same as the gnoll warlock. He talks about temporary service, but in fact he only uses relief and rest as bait to lure them to continue serving.

However, the next second, Murphy threw the bag in his hand over without hesitation.

The bag fell apart when it hit the ground, and the various life boxes inside were scattered everywhere on the ground.

"Until we find a way for you to rest in peace, you should carry your phylacteries yourself."

The Governor said loudly:

"Those whose bodies have been destroyed but have not been resurrected will be restored under the auspices of my 'Caller of the Dead' Bella, and I will also return their phylacteries to them.

What I want to tell you is that I don't need you, the dead whose rest is disturbed, to serve me at all. I already have the bravest warriors in the world as my vanguard.

You are just a group of poor people who should not be in this era.

I will not continue to exploit you.

But you cannot continue to stay on the land of Wolf Castle. The order of this swamp has been disturbed too much by you. Before you can find rest, you can go to the underground corridor of Scarlet Castle.

There's plenty of room for you there.

Of course, if you don't believe in my promise as a vampire, you can leave on your own.

But I hope you understand that the torture you suffered during this time is just the tiniest part of a huge evil organization.

Leaving Transia means that you will once again enter the "hide and seek" situation with those guys. This is a very dangerous decision!

You have one night to make your choice. "

After saying that, Murphy flapped his wings and levitated into the air.

He didn't plan to talk too much to these undead souls. His contact with Bella and Bernice made him know that the undead souls whose rest was disturbed were very stubborn, and they were a group of guys who could never be persuaded with words.

After Murphy left, several of the undead immediately picked up their life boxes and then left the ruins without looking back.

They soon disappeared into the shadows of the swamp.

That means they think they don't need help. They think they are still the same as when they were alive and can handle all the troubles they encounter on their own.

But most of the Corpse Witches and Hades Knights chose to stay.

That doesn’t mean they choose to serve Murphy and his cause.

They simply have nowhere to go.

As the dead wandering in the world, they are not accepted by the living and the dead, and can only walk hard in the gap between the two worlds until a quiet and beautiful rest comes one day or it never comes.

This is the fate of the dead.

They are the cursed, the forgotten, the exploited, the downtrodden.

The moment they are resurrected, there is no glory left for them in this world. All that awaits them is endless humiliation and waiting, and this is the price for the balance of life and death being broken.

The dead never die, only wither.