Chapter 174 173 The Whistling Death Adds Another Chapter to the Ancient Hatred

Chapter 174 173. The whistling death adds another chapter to the ancient hatred

Brother Wu Miao is not crazy.

Although he behaves like a crazy person with severe Internet addiction who can no longer distinguish between reality and fantasy, it is only because he is too excited to pass the Black Iron Trial.

As a "hidden task master", Brother Wu Miao unexpectedly triggered another "hidden task" after completing the Black Iron Trial.

And the most buggy thing is that this hidden task does not come from Murphy or other familiar NPCs, but from.

[Special hidden task · 'Ancient Call' has been triggered!

Mission content: In the name of God, purify evil! Go deep into history and clear the shadows! The way of nature, walk with you!

Mission goal: Assist Natalie Finokya Lawson and Jules Belinda to rebuild the Avalon Temple under the management of Lord Murphy, and try to complete the re-sowing of the natural faith of the human race.

Basic task reward: Divine revelation · Special psychic spell sequence · Weak luck spell/standard luck spell/high-level luck spell

Advanced task reward: Divine revelation·Designated low-level natural divine arts sequence learning, special title "Divine Revelation".

Task time limit: six months.

Tips!

This task can be shared with other natural faith sequence testers, with a maximum share of 10.

Tips!

Before the task time limit arrives, for every 1,000 believers in the New Avalon Church, the number of advanced rewards received by the task recipient is +1. 】

"Fuck me!"

After the four great kings were shared with the task by Brother Wu Miao, they all exclaimed in their original places, not only because the reward was very generous, but also because of the nature of this task!

Preaching!

This is preaching! Renaissance, brothers!

Although according to the plot, after the White Oak War Group entered Transia, the rise of the New Avalon Church is a foregone conclusion, but it is still amazing enough for players to directly participate in the establishment of the new church and to go to guest missionaries to recruit people to the church.

At least other games will try to avoid letting players get involved in religious gameplay no matter how messed up they are.

I can only say that it is worthy of being a real alien world!

The degree of freedom is full.

"Look, I said, although we chose the power system of the Church of Avalon and can no longer transform into a cool vampire, the development team will definitely compensate us."

Brother Wu Miao was very proud at this time.

He stroked the Avalon Sabre with a wise look, and said to his four great kings in a gentle and persuasive manner:

"Now it seems that the characteristic gameplay of our power faction is the 'church system'. Maybe I can become a regional bishop in the future. But now is not the time to talk about this. I have also found a shortcut to complete the Black Iron Trial.

As long as we switch to the natural faction and get the natural force bonus in the preferred terrain, we can learn to make traps from Brother Bang. As long as the skills are trained, it is not a dream to fight elites alone!"

"Well, switch! We will switch after the witch hunters are settled."

The other four people had not made up their minds to switch to the witch hunter's power system before, but now seeing Brother Wu Miao so brave and winning 1V4, they immediately saw the beauty of strength.

Although it is indeed annoying to have to choose a preferred terrain in battle, if you say it the other way around, this is also a game feature based on authenticity. Think about it carefully, vampires are buffed to the point of being invincible in the dark, doesn't this mean that the vampire's preferred terrain is the night?

Hey, I always feel like I've discovered something incredible.

"Meow! What are you five doing? Stop slacking off and come out!"

Happy Stick's call under the team framework came quickly, and he shouted:

"The fog of war has been dispelled by Madam Tracy, and the wild dogs of the Ring Tower have begun to flee. Lord Murphy's order is to leave no one behind! Come out and kill the fleeing soldiers! It's almost dawn."

"Ah, I'll be there."

Brother Meow responded and left this "Forest of Luck" with the four kings.

In the increasingly noisy night in front of them, the fog of war that originally blocked their vision has quickly dissipated under Madam Tracy's spell, exposing the tragic situation of the entire area to the eyes of the little players.

The two besieged witch hunter breakouts can be said to be littered with corpses. Obviously, under the cunning strangulation tactics of the psychic hunters, these remnants will find it difficult to gain an advantage in a head-on confrontation.

On the other hand, because the little player and Mr. Murphy came to help in time, and the witch hunters kept coming to support them, the psychic hunters also suffered heavy losses.

"At least a few hundred people died."

Old Qu looked around with his hunting rifle, and the bodies of the dead people and horses in front of him made him a little reluctant to look directly.

Although he had long known that the background of this game world was an era of chaos and barbarism, how could normal people have the opportunity to see such a tragic situation in modern society?

They were the chaotic, funny and manic fourth disaster, but it did not mean that the little players would not be moved by the scene.

Especially in a world with full simulation.

"Well, I think I am beginning to understand those pacifists."

Jie Chong next to him sighed.

He squatted down and closed the eyes of the female witch hunter who died in front of him, which were still angry and regretful, but had lost their luster, and whispered a few Buddhist scriptures to send her to the bliss, and then stood up and said to his brothers:

"War is so creepy. Fortunately, it won't happen in our area. To be honest, I still don't understand why the Ring Tower wants to kill all the witch hunters. Haven't the witch hunters been cannon fodder for the psychics and the Plantagenet Kingdom for ten years?

This is too extreme, isn't it?"

"Who knows?"

Brother Wumiao narrowed his eyes.

After thinking for a few seconds, he said:

"I guess there is something fishy about the rebellion of the Old Church. Finding the truth of what happened back then may be the main professional mission of our Avalon faction. Moreover, I always feel that this mission must be very profitable."

"Oh, what do you mean?"

Brother Black Silk came over and asked, and Sanwudou also looked at Brother Wu Miao curiously. The latter reached out and patted the replica of Avalon's holy blade on his waist and said:

"The item identification said that the Gramo Elders' Council made a total of 150 replica holy blades, which have now been lost in the war. Except for the two in my hands and the gray-haired demon hunter Natalie, whose whereabouts have been confirmed, no one knows who has the other 148 swords?

Think about it, the development team What is the purpose of creating the legend of 150 holy blades? Not to mention the Oak Three Holy Blades, which sound like top-level equipment!

Now among the three holy blades, only the Watcher is in the hands of Natalie, the whereabouts of the Punisher and the Arbiter are unknown.

Brothers, maybe that is the surprise left by the development team for us. The legend of the peerless divine weapon sounds awesome enough.

Even if you can't get the real holy blade, it's enough to carry a few replica holy blades with you. After all, there are only 150 of them in the background, and the commemorative significance and collection value alone are full. This pie is considered to be rounded. "

"It makes sense."

The four kings were convinced, and they had to admit that Brother Wu Miao's guess was still reasonable.

So they happily ran to meet up with the little players who were still chasing the defeated soldiers, and under the guidance of Lord Murphy's majestic spirit blood eagle, they continued to chase the collapsed psychic hunters in this desolate night.

Their active and tireless hunting, as well as their enthusiasm for war and killing, even frightened the old witch hunters.

"Is this the 'Murphy's Warriors' you have been talking about?"

The old hunter Eugene rode on his warhorse and asked the veteran Norman who followed him:

"Are they the ones who went deep into the Blood Eagle Corridor to participate in the action against Sarokdar? They are so fearless despite their weak strength, and they are indeed the barbaric but aggressive mountain people in the legend. However, I remember that the mountain people I have seen before are not as handsome as them!

Moreover, why do these guys' black hair and black eyes always look like the characteristics of the oriental dragons in the ancient country of Callum?

Are you sure they are from the ancient mountains in the Sachs area?"

"At least that's what Lord Murphy said."

The veteran Norman was hesitating whether to tell the old hunter about the "aliens" identity of the young players, but every time he said it, a strange emotion would float in his heart. It seemed that some force was preventing him from telling the truth.

He was very familiar with this emotion. Ten years ago, when the Church of Avalon had not yet collapsed, he would have a similar feeling every time he entered the Temple of Nature to pray.

The feeling of being watched

Perhaps, the eyes of the God of Avalon really fell back on these last witch hunters, perhaps because they had proved their loyalty to the gods with the pain of ten years of war.

If the gods asked him to keep this secret, then Norman would definitely stop any behavior that exposed the identities of these "mountain people".

And no matter what, the grace of the God of Avalon has come to these aliens, which proves that they have become their partners in the way of nature.

"Bang"

A familiar gunshot sounded in front, causing Old Eugene and Norman to immediately move forward.

Soon, they saw Sister Marian executing a fleeing psychic hunter commander.

The latter half-knelt on the ground, his helmet had been taken off and thrown aside, his old face covered with the tattoos of the Ring Tower was full of pleading, he screamed:

"Marian! I saved you in the ambush of us by those Western Sas barbarian spirit warriors in Ice Bay! We are friends! Right? Don't do this, don't end my life with a bullet.

Your naturally enchanted bullets are not used to attack compatriots."

"I know, Pente, I know, I still remember the way you carried me out of the haunted crypt of the ancient barbarians, our bodies were covered with blood, and you yelled at me not to fall asleep.

I will always remember your life-saving grace in my heart."

The old hunter sighed and put down the double-barreled shotgun in his hand.

She took a step back, looking at her rebellious colleague in front of her, and said in a hoarse voice:

"But when you decided to help the evil and hunt us old friends for your new master, what I owed you was already paid! Pente, you must remember! Tonight, this is not a personal grudge!

For the sake of your service to Avalon, be decent!"

"Shua"

The emerald hunting blade was unsheathed, and the traitor instinctively clenched his fists, but when he looked up and saw Sister Marian's eyes full of fatigue and helplessness, he sighed, loosened his five fingers and knelt on the ground, silently reciting something like the posture of praying in the past.

"May the starlight of Avalon shine on the dark and misguided darkness."

Sister Marian whispered, then coldly pressed down the shoulder of her "old friend", letting the sharp blade pierce the latter's heart accurately and crush the heart with a wrist turn, cutting off all life of this person who was strengthened by psychic energy.

"Well done!"

Old Eugene on horseback praised:

"As expected of the 'Iron Blood Marian', it seems that time and suffering have not taken away your courage."

"Shut up!"

Sister Marian did not accept the praise.

She wiped the blood on the hunting blade and looked at the body kneeling in front of her. She sighed and took out a small bottle of kerosene and poured it on the traitor, then recited the name of the gods and set the body on fire.

This was her last mercy to her old friend.

She didn't know what the vampire lord would do to these corpses, but with the current grievances between the Blood Eagle Clan and the Ring Tower, even if it was too much, those evil things under the midnight would definitely do it.

However, she no longer had any reason to condemn Murphy, because from tonight on, the vampire would also be her lord and the protector of her faith.

Alas, for witch hunters, the direction of this matter can really be called black humor.

When Sister Marian got back on the horse, Old Eugene leaned over and whispered:

"It has been confirmed! There are indeed believers of my God among those "warriors". They have been baptized for no more than twenty days but have crossed the Black Iron Realm with the blessing of my God. Marian, we have found it! The holy land and new hope that we have been looking for.

It is in Transya! That is the second chance that my God has given to lost people like us! Tonight's blood, tonight is the last suffering before dawn!"

"Can you tone down your inappropriate fanaticism?"

Sister Marian was impatient to talk about these things with fanatics like Old Eugene, and she pushed her hunter hat down. , said casually with some fatigue:

"It is still uncertain what the vampire's attitude towards the way of nature is. Although Natalie promised that he would accept us, can we trust the words of the vampire?

Let's take it one step at a time."

"I still firmly believe that this is the guidance of my God!"

Old Eugene said in a low voice:

"Our sins have been paid off in the ten-year journey. The merciful Avalon has opened its arms to us again. Transia will be the next Gramo Island, and we will repeat the great feat of the first generation of the Presbyterian Church in the year 530.

This is what my God wants to see!

I am sure of this!"

Sister Marian did not refute this time.

She immediately looked at the corpses behind her in the dark night and shook her head.

She didn't know whether Transia was the new holy land, and she didn't really want to know.

She only knew that she was very tired after fighting for ten years, and now she just wanted to find a place where she would not be spitted on and spend the rest of her life peacefully. Alas, she is almost seventy years old. Although she is still strong under the blessing of nature, she has less than a hundred years to live. Time is no longer kind to her.

But she has learned to reconcile with time and even life in suffering.

Perhaps after retiring, it would be nice to be an ordinary missionary or church grandmother.

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"So we only saved less than three hundred people?"

Murphy soared in the dark sky, and the loyal Maxim flew beside him, always lagging behind.

The vampire lord looked down at the battlefield from a high altitude. Due to the vampire's perception of life, he could feel that the defeated soldiers were being killed one by one.

He whispered:

"Including the three teams that broke through to the Undermar Hills before, 1,400 witch hunters finally survived 1,200?"

"No, only 1,000, sir."

Maxim corrected:

"There are still 200 people who didn't have the courage to follow Captain Natalie to leave the Plantagenet Kingdom. It is said that they are cowards who are tired of fighting."

"It is a beautiful expectation to want to live peacefully. This cannot be called "cowardice", Mark."

When Murphy heard 1,000 people, he immediately thought of his 10 more places. Counting the population overlap of villages and small cities that Miriam is still sending envoys to claim the right to rule, this makes the lord very satisfied.

He plans to find an opportunity to release all these test places in one go after a while, so that the manpower of the small players under his command can be doubled.

In this way, his other plans can also be smoothly promoted.

"Mark! Let your veterans come over here and chop off the heads of the psychic hunters and psychics!"

Murphy looked at the darkness above his head and said coldly:

"Just pile them here! Give the Ring Tower a response, we will tell them that tonight is by no means the end of the struggle! This is not even the end of the beginning, they will pay the price for their misdeeds.

Not just them.

Wolfsbane, broom, dusk!

Anyone who participated in the destruction of Cadman City can't even think of running away! That's 150,000 people! They should have been my subjects.

They need justice."

"Yes, sir."

Maxim had no objection to this order. On the contrary, he felt that Lord Murphy's decision was too much to his taste.

The Transians never succumb under threats.

Although they are rich in poor ghosts, barbarians and idiots, creatures like cowards can't survive in their poor mountains and bad waters!