My players are so fierce

Chapter 491 490. It’s time to go home, little Orr

The new "Assistant Curator" Ms. Tris quickly arrived at the lower staff hall led by her Iron Beetle assistant.

At a glance, she saw Murphy standing at the entrance of the hall, thinking hard.

Although he tried his best to conceal it, the shock and distress in Murphy's expression could not be hidden from Tris's eyes. However, despite gaining permission and being released from the psychic shackles to allow the psychic power to return, the body of the psychic master was still due to "energy formatting" And a little weak.

But Tris is really smart.

After obtaining the authority, he unexpectedly managed to get an automatic suspension wheelchair from the equipment room in the visitor hall through a self-taught communication with the Iron Beetle, and he happily sat on it and cosplayed with a certain professor.

She was obviously using this technological gadget as a psychic item. As her gestures changed, the thing would move forward and backward.

Although the inner principles are completely different, as far as this form of expression is concerned, there is no difference between this suspended wheelchair and a psychic magic carpet.

"What's wrong with you? Murphy."

Tris quickly drove her "new vehicle" and landed next to Murphy. She looked at her little boyfriend worriedly, while Murphy looked at Tris with a subtle look.

Mainly the "new clothes" worn by the Blood Vulture Archduke.

This is the uniform of the curator's assistant that she just got. The very technical silver-gray color scheme consists of a very neutral suit and women's wide-brimmed trousers, and a pair of very simple high heels on her feet.

I don’t know what kind of thinking it was out of, Tris even got herself a pair of rimless glasses to put on the bridge of her nose. This suddenly transformed her from the mysterious posture of the vampire grand duke to a very modern and even futuristic style. urban women.

Except for the scarlet pupils hidden under the glasses, the Tris in front of her was almost the same as the cold white-collar girls in Murphy's memory.

This refreshing change of attire filled the vampire lord's eyes with admiration.

After a few seconds, he looked away and said:

"Do you know what Sarokdar did before he got this promising job as the Archduke of the Blood Tribe?"

"ah?"

Murphy's question left Tris stunned.

She said in a strange tone:

"Salokdar and other ancients awakened on the earth at the beginning of the era. Since then, he has been the grand duke and leader of the Blood Vulture clan. As for what he did before that, you can probably only ask Pa Only Lord Ying can get the answer, right?"

"I know."

Murphy rubbed his brows, climbed onto Tris's floating wheelchair and squeezed in with her, and put his head on Tris's shoulder in a tired way of overthinking.

After a few seconds, he said softly:

"Before becoming the Grand Duke, His Excellency Sarokdar flew a plane. No, that is not accurate. He flew a spaceship that could fly within the atmosphere.

He is the chief navigator elected by a place called 'Eden Zone', which sounds very powerful.

No wonder he can become a Grand Duke, his resume alone is amazing enough.

Also, our Chief Salokdar and Ms. Oksana, the ancient member of the Thorn Clan, are really husband and wife. The two of them are certified, and their love life seems to be unsatisfactory and they often quarrel. "

"etc!"

Tris was confused by what Murphy said, and then the psionic master shook her head. She reached out and covered Murphy's mouth. She widened her eyes and asked:

"If you don't suddenly go crazy or make an unfunny vampire joke with me, it means that you discovered some secrets about the pre-era era in this place of creation? And this secret involves Sarokdar and Orc The two Grand Dukes of Sana?”

"Three!"

Murphy closed his eyes, adjusting to the shock in his heart, and said:

"There is also the mad-blooded Archduke Vit Fatto, the former curator of this place of creation, to be precise, he was from the pre-era era.

I don’t think that the Mad Blood Archduke who has been sealed in the Land of Holy Blood for a thousand years is the same person he once was.

Just as Sarokdar is no longer the chief navigator in the records, something must have happened in the fog of the turn of the era, and those things have permanently changed them and the entire world. "

"What else do you know? Just tell me! Don't make people's appetites exciting!"

Tris was stunned.

She really didn't expect that her little Murphy would bring back such exciting news after traveling around the Land of Creation. She was eager to know more, but Murphy just shook his head and said:

"Also, the Jackals really have a 'strong claim' to the Filthy Swamp. Hogg's ancestors really worked here. Although they were just security guards at the gate, they were also real 'local residents'. From this point of view, In other words, there is no need to give it any more to the grandson of the Bone-Gripping King. It already has a more useful background.

The Bone-Gnawing King almost completed the counter-attack against the civilized camp back then, but unfortunately the Creator did not love it.

There is no more information besides this. Lord Fato left a letter to his successor. There is only so much effective information in that letter.

But I kind of know where to look if we want to know more.

The place of origin, the Songhai Empire!

Hidden in that piece of yellow sand that worships the Creator is a ruin called the 'Creation Engine', and the information available here points directly to that place.

That is a very important part of the great plan of the Creator for the world. Since we are currently unable to determine the specific location of the 'Eden Zone', we can only go there to search for more information. "

"That's hard, Murphy."

Tris whispered:

"The Songhai people's protection of the relics of the Creator is unimaginable. I sneaked into the Holy City of the Moon and almost became their reserve priest, but I was still not qualified to step into any of the Songhai people's holy places in the desert.

The Pharaoh's sun boat patrolled there day and night. In the face of a weapon that could destroy a city in an instant, any individual power seemed so weak. "

"But we have to go, Tris."

Murphy hugged his paper man wife, who looked even more charming after changing her clothes, and whispered:

"If we want to understand what really happened in the pre-epochal era, we have to go there, and in this pursuit of the truth, we are already far behind the twilight.

I have every reason to believe that Twilight's villains will do everything they can to hinder us and destroy the information we can collect.

We must go to the ruins of the Creation Engine. Of course, these things must be done after the Black Disaster is over. Well, open your mouth. "

"Um?"

Tris looked at Murphy.

She reluctantly opened her mouth slightly, thinking that Murphy would take the opportunity to do something bad, but no, Murphy just took out a crystal bottle from the bag, removed the stopper and poured the liquid into Tris's mouth.

The impact of the first entrance of Fat House Water to the psychic master made her almost spit out the liquid, but Murphy covered her mouth.

"Drink it, this is good stuff, the elixir I got as a gift from the Creator."

Murphy coaxed Tris and said:

"It gives you power against the Warp."

"I don't believe it! This thing almost numbed my tongue. Where did you get it from? Wait! Wait! Something is wrong. There is a force coming up. I feel a little hot."

Tris slapped Murphy aggrievedly, and was about to ask for an explanation, but soon she realized that there was a surge of power in her body.

"Hiccup~"

The psychic master burped in disgrace, but she did feel the unique power given to her by this "spiritual medicine", which allowed her to be more firm in the face of subspace infection and at the same time be more keenly aware of subspace. The breath of space.

This made Tris's eyes light up, and she grabbed the crystal bottle in Murphy's hand and drank it down.

After drinking, he wiped his mouth and said:

"The Creator's elixir tastes really weird. Why is it sour and sweet and has these damn bubbles?"

"how could I know?"

Murphy rolled his eyes and said:

"Perhaps it's because the evil-minded Creator likes to see us in such a mess? Let's go, go out and do some errands and then come back."

"No, I haven't walked around here yet."

Tris shook her head and said:

"You may have missed some important information. I must personally enter the core area of ​​​​the Land of Creation to take a look."

"When I tore the flesh and took away the Jackal Civilization Slate, I destroyed this place. You saw the mess here. I started the cleaning process. It will take 48 hours to clean it all.

There are also some facilities inside that are sealed and need to be cleaned before they can be opened. "

Murphy explained:

"These all take time, and there's no point in staying here. Let me go out to do some errands first, and then I'll take you to see the great design of the Creator, but I don't think you have too much hope for this.

This swamp ecological area is not the core secret of the Creator, it is just the Creator’s ‘zoo’. "

"Hey, don't talk about the Creator in such a tone! Can you at least maintain a little respect?"

Tris grabbed Murphy's ear and said:

“That’s a god!

Let alone the gods’ zoo, even the gods’ toilets and toilets are sacred objects, right? Tell me, what are you going to do? "

She fiddled with the joystick of the suspended wheelchair like old Si Ji, letting it carry the two of them across the visitor hall to the entrance.

Murphy looked back at the clean and new hall. He sighed and said softly:

“Go and fulfill the task entrusted to me by my seniors and take little Orr home.

You go and change back to your original clothes. I like your current clothes in every aspect, but it’s a bit too shocking for young players to see. It’s not time for you to release a new skin. I’m sorry. There are no plans to open this place into a new expansion pack within a short period of time. "

"Who? Who is Orr? Sounds like a woman?"

——

Plague Town, uh, no, in the ruins of Wolf's Castle, the kobolds of the Bloodclaw clan are still working hard to clean up the place.

Chief Hogg issued an "oversight" task to a group of new players. Now the individual players are working with their own kobold laborers, and their pockets are filled with candles produced by small merchants in Transia.

This is a unique "currency" that must be used when trading with kobolds.

Urged by food and candles, the kobolds work very hard. They are naturally good at digging, and the flying mining picks can always easily break down various stones into small pieces that can be transported.

Kobolds have a gift for being very sensitive to stones.

Trained kobold miners can easily identify the ores that can be mined from the mines. This digging instinct is as natural as eating and drinking, and other races cannot learn it.

Even the dwarves who are best at mining have to admit that excellent kobold miners are always the most suitable workers to work in the mines. Therefore, in the dwarf territory, the living conditions of the kobolds will be much better than in other areas.

The dwarves would regularly select miners from the kobold clan to send to their mines. It is said that the brass dwarves also developed an expensive "eternal burning candle" specifically for this purpose.

That is the most perfect gift that a kobold can get in his life. Only those old foremen who have served the dwarves for more than twenty years without dying can get this kind of award.

Of course, the Transians do not have expensive ever-burning candles to trade to kobolds, but this does not prevent young players from using their imagination.

For example, right now, the artist in the Devil's Eight Masters Guild, Brother Gangmao, is thinking about whether he can learn the crafts of another world and make bigger, more gorgeous and brighter candles in Transia to use as "treasures" to tempt kobolds. "Woolen cloth?

"I'm telling you, this idea will definitely work! You believe me!"

Damn it, this brother is holding a dead soul bone staff, and he is dressed more and more with a dark aura. While swinging his cool killing weapon to the side, he said to Bo Gang and Ximu beside him:

"With just a little time to prepare, I can make excellent candles to select high-quality servants and cannon fodder for our guild among the huge number of kobolds. We can even teach those kobold fortune tellers to learn guile. The magician’s secret method, in order to cultivate our own power as a spellcaster.”

"Damn it! It sounds really exciting."

Bogang, the demon of the mountain, patted Gaomao's shoulder and said loudly:

"So, can we brothers help?"

"Okay, although I can find the information online, it would be better if I have something physical."

Zaomao rubbed his chin and said:

"Where are your brothers' boats now?"

"To Cyprus tomorrow."

Ximu said:

"This is the last boat trip this year. After this trip, I have to go home to rest and be quarantined."

"Well, then search around Cyprus to see if there is a wax museum there, ask someone about the candle making process, and get some real objects by the way."

Damn it, just as he was talking enthusiastically, he suddenly pointed to the sky and exclaimed:

"Holy shit! Flying wheelchair?"

"ah?"

Several guys nearby suddenly turned around and saw the strange vehicle slowly falling from high in the sky, landing in a very smooth and flexible manner on the ground of the ruins of Wolf Castle in the faint blue light.

Then Lord Murphy stood up from among them, as well as Lord Tris.

"What flying wheelchair? It's obviously a suspended throne, okay?"

Curan Lan, the boss of the Demonic Eight Masters, scolded him and said:

"What a high-quality thing you think of is suddenly worthless when you talk about it. That's Lord Murphy, a noble mainline NPC. How could he run out in a flying wheelchair?"

"But that thing does look like a wheelchair. Of course, it's okay if you say it's a throne."

What a shame, I made a complaint.

They planned to get close to Mr. Murphy, but they saw Mr. Murphy and Grand Duke Tris walking in the direction of the giant swamp snake.

The group of people stopped immediately.

In the past few days, some people have been trying to get close to the legendary creature, but they are always blocked by witch hunters. Moreover, the giant swamp snake has a bad temper. Although it is seriously injured, even activating the blindness spell on the gemstone scales is enough to frighten the little players. Have a drink.

There is no exemption for that high-level blindness spell, and once hit, it takes at least twenty minutes to recover. It is simply torture for young players who have never experienced blindness.

"What is Master Murphy going to do? Is he planning to execute this monster?"

The scattered people gathered together to explore. They had also been discussing the final fate of this monster in the past few days. Although the Church of Avalon has been treating it, the giant snake has always disappeared and is probably going to die here.

"Mr. Murphy, please don't come close. The giant snake is very unstable."

As Murphy approached, Sister Marian suddenly jumped out like a ghost. She stopped him:

"The legendary creature's intelligence is quite outstanding. It knows that vampires lured it here, so it is hostile to all vampires."

"I know, please believe me, I'm here to help it."

Murphy didn't care about Sister Marianne's warning.

He held the staff and sword in his hand and insisted on moving forward. As he approached the swamp where the giant snake was, which was already full of blood, Ningkinanka, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. The black gem-like eyes turned and stared at Murphy.

A fierce hostility brewed within it, and the jewel-like scales on its body began to pulse with light.

It hates vampires.

Not only because those cunning vampires stole its eggs, but also because his spouse died at the hands of vampires thousands of years ago.

Although some warm memories still remain in my memory, too much time has passed.

It's been so long that it can't tell whether those past memories really existed.

"Or."

Murphy called the name.

The giant snake that was about to cast a blinding spell on the vampire felt like it was struck by lightning.

Amidst the exclamations of the Avalon priests who were performing the purification next to them, the seriously injured giant snake suddenly struggled at this moment, causing the wound on its back that had just tended to heal to open again, and poisonous blood was spread everywhere.

He said the name!

That name only you know!

Those warm memories are all real.

"Or, be quiet, I'm here to take you home."

Murphy stepped forward under the giant snake's extremely emotional gaze, put his hand on the huge head that the giant snake was trying to lift, and whispered:

"I know when you were born, I know how you get along with Fato, and I know you will always stay in front of the line that you are not allowed to cross, waiting for him to come back. It has been too long, but you still remember.

I apologize to you for everything my warriors have done.

I know how to make it up to you, and I will use the same method you were born to help your children break out of their shells again in this era.

Your race will thrive and grow again in the homeland prepared for you by the Creator.

Orr, I have become the curator of the ecological zone. It is my duty to take care of you. I will cure you and wake up your companions.

It's time for you to go home. "

Can the giant snake understand Murphy's words?

It can be seen from the way it slowly calms down that it understands.

As Sister Marian said, legendary creatures possess outstanding intelligence.

So, after thousands of years of lonely existence, the giant snake Orr once again waited for its breeder.

They are both vampires, with gentle voices and healing smiles.

I just don’t know if Murphy this time will leave it like his previous “father” did?