Chapter 574 573 I Have a Date with the Halfling Warlord. Add More Chapters for the "Huo Zheng Is Good" Brother [1530]

Chapter 574 573. I have a date with the halfling warlord - additional update for brother "Huo Zheng is quite good" [1530]

"Oh, oh, damn, I'm used to taunting Loren in the Blood Vulture Corridor, but now I accidentally said it, and I was almost beaten by the Golden One. But this dwarf bloodline is really stubborn, and they have become vampires. Oh, you still care so much about these little details?

Vampires and dwarves don't get along well. Shouldn't she join me in mocking damn Loren? "

High in the sky during the day, Murphy, who had "escaped a disaster", looked helplessly at the gap in the molten sword in his hand, saying to himself that the golden dwarf's power was really arrogant, and his flying shield was really powerful, and he actually gave it to this mass-produced version. There are gaps in the miraculous creations.

“Mass-produced gadgets are just unreliable!”

The vampire governor complained:

"When can I get the special version of the security captain's weapon like the Bone-Gripping King? But fortunately, I still have this."

With a flick of his left hand, the all-encompassing device on his wrist was activated and quickly formed a revolving shotgun that was very similar to the Blood Terror Sacred Artifact: Dark Night Good Luck.

The genuine relic shotgun is a true handmade work of art. The imitation in Murphy's hand is closer to the angular mechanical industrial style. It is not ugly and has excellent attributes.

It is basically a complete replica of the exaggerated entries of Dark Night Good Luck. Of course, as an imitation without a "core of destiny", its power is somewhat lower, but it is all made by [DATA EXPUNGED], with the lowest destructive power. It's also guaranteed.

The blueprints for this set of firearms already exist in the Vientiane Device. As long as Murphy can find an engineering manufacturing equipment left by the Creator, he can mass-produce this high-end firearm of the lowest quality and commander level.

He carried the mechanical shotgun behind his back, pretending to be a midnight hunter, and while complaining loudly, wrapped himself like a rice dumpling and called on the shadow cloak to protect him from direct sunlight.

Although Murphy did offend Lord Heather, his trip was not to avoid trouble.

It was Murphy's plan to go to Hungry Mountain to find the halfling warlord Suik Feilun. In fact, compared to visiting Lord Heather at the Black Flame Pass, finding the halflings was obviously more important in Murphy's heart.

Moreover, the Farstrider protective gear previously obtained from the curator's arsenal was produced near this area. If possible, Murphy would also like to know about the second place of creation.

While flying, Murphy carefully observed the defensive position of Black Flame Pass through Reifno's vision. He had to admit that Lord Heather's confidence was by no means groundless. In more than a hundred years, he had been bitten. The Black Flame Pass that was destroyed and leveled by the King of Bones has indeed been rebuilt into an impenetrable position.

This place is completely fortified!

It is not a group of fortresses in a wide area like the Maginot Line of Defense. In the small area of ​​​​Black Flame Pass, Lord Heather has used almost all available terrain to the extreme.

Such a line of defense could easily withstand tens of thousands of Jackals.

But the problem is that Lord Heather does not have a clear understanding of the threat of the Jackals. This is not to say that she is arrogant, but because their thinking is still stuck in the battle against the Fourth Black Disaster.

However, Murphy is certain that the Jackals this time will definitely use many terrible gadgets. If Dusk supports them from behind, then a series of destructive powers possessed by Dusk can be used by the Jackals.

The most direct point is that the plagues that were used in Xiko City

Or those rat men who appear out of nowhere and are very good at digging and attacking?

Traditional fortresses and fortress groups are meaningless in the face of such a threat. This makes Murphy very pessimistic about the future of Black Flame Pass, but he knows that neither Lord Heather nor Lord Paying will fight on such issues as war. Listen to him, so Murphy can only take one step at a time.

Murphy's destination for this trip, Hungry Mountain, is not far from Black Flame Pass.

From the Blood Alliance position to the southeast and across the last section of the Desolate Mountains, you can see a solitary peak standing on the land of the true Dark Mountains.

It is a very conspicuous "landscape" in this land where the red wasteland is everywhere, probably because the solitary peak is the only thing with a bit of green in the vicinity.

Murphy, who is high in the sky, can overlook the terrain below. A large area from the Black Flame Pass to the south is desolate. Only some looming canyons and rift valleys can be vaguely seen at the end of the line of sight, looking deeper into the Dark Mountains. It will be blocked by those towering mountains, but there are also few traces of plants on those mountains.

It is really hard to imagine how this barren land gave birth to such incomprehensible things as jackals and black plagues?

Looking to the other side, you can see that the edge of the Dark Mountains borders the mountains of the Genoa Peninsula. The environment there is much better than the environment deep in the Dark Mountains.

The snowy peaks in the distance formed a white line, dividing the deserted land from the busiest area on the continent. Even when Murphy flew high enough, he could still see the outline of the world-famous brass fortress.

It stands at the border of the Dark Mountains and the Genoa Mountains, guarding the only road to the peninsula. The scale of the fortress is extremely large. Just from the outline, you can tell that the mountain city was built On a whole ridge.

The frenzied brass dwarves built their own city and fortress out of an entire mountain. Because of this, it became an absolute natural hazard that made the four black plagues return with hatred.

Murphy was familiar with the battle examples of the four Black Plagues. He knew very well that in the first three Black Plagues, the Brass Fortress faced the main force of the Jackals. The Jackals invested several times more military forces in this direction than in the Transian direction.

In the first and second Black Plagues, the Brass Fortress was not as terrifying as it is today. The Jackals were still able to rush into the position and fight the dwarves, but in the third Black Plague, the Brass Fortress was already fully formed, making the Jackals feel unprecedented despair in front of the fortress.

So in the fourth Black Plague, the Bone Biter chose to do the opposite.

It did not bite the Brass Fortress, which was impossible to capture, but led the main force of the Jackals into Transian. If the Bone Biter had fought to the death under the Dwarf's fortress at that time, it would never have been able to overturn half of the continent.

"Asshole, Philip, you asshole, your success has provided enough experience for this Black Plague. As long as they are not stupid, they will follow your original marching route."

Murphy flew towards the isolated peak called "Hungry Mountain" and cursed fiercely:

"The reason why Transia has to bear such great pressure is because of you, a dog thing. If you were not dead, I would definitely cut you into pieces to relieve my hatred."

But Murphy also knew that as the Brass Fortress was further reinforced, even without the leadership of the Bone Gnawing King, the jackals would definitely focus on Transia's breakthrough. Compared with the dwarves' impregnable city, Transia is indeed a soft persimmon.

He shook his head, threw these thoughts out of his mind, and accelerated forward in the air. Ten minutes later, Murphy entered the peak of Hungry Mountain.

Unfortunately, he compared the map data recorded in the core gem and found that the ruins of the "Walker" technology company were further west, even close to the location of the Brass Fortress. Based on the comparison, Murphy could tell that the place should be in the snow-capped mountains near the Brass Fortress.

He didn't have time to spend a few days to go there. It was already an "advanced map", which was not only unfriendly to players, but also to him as a main NPC, so he would explore those areas next time.

Murphy focused his attention on the mountain in front of him again. There was a reason why this slightly green mountain was called Hungry Mountain.

Tracey explained the origin of this place specifically for little Murphy.

This is one of the traditional strongholds of ogres in the Dark Mountains. Those famous big eaters would rob here. Even the jackals were unwilling to provoke these bastards who ate everything and dared to eat everything.

As for what ogres are.

Well, just understand it as an enhanced version of ogres.

For example, when Murphy folded his wings and landed on a platform on the mountain, he saw several ogres lying there basking in the sun around a big fire.

These guys can grow to more than five meters in height, and each of them is as big and strong as the legendary "mountain monster". Although they are also humanoid creatures, their faces are so ugly that even dog-headed people can laugh at their shabby appearance.

Basically, they only have a nose, eyes and mouth, and they look very honest to the point of being stupid. It is the experience of being the epitome of the Creator's malice.

It is basically like a naughty child kneading plasticine, casually kneading a human figure, and then enlarging it dozens of times.

The weight of an adult ogre can reach several tons.

Their brute force is so terrifying that they can easily pull up a big tree and use it as a hammer. Even the tallest gnoll barbarian is like a dwarf in front of these real big guys, and ogres have strange "resistant skin". Their skin can resist sword damage like rock.

According to Tris, to kill ogres, you have to use psychic means or find their weaknesses, such as poison or fire, but the strangest thing about the ogres is that each ogres has different weaknesses!

Even ogres born from the same mother have different weaknesses.

This makes hunting ogres one of the most dangerous jobs on the continent. Even the most powerful thorny night walkers will not take the initiative to provoke these big guys.

However, their secrets cannot be hidden from the knowledgeable Scarlet Witch. During a previous date, Tris told Murphy that you can confirm their weaknesses by observing the skin color of ogres.

For example, cyan-skinned ogres are likely to be weak to fire, red-skinned ogres can use poison, and blue-skinned ogres are afraid of earth spells.

Black-skinned ogres are the most troublesome, which means that they have lived for a long time, so long that their weaknesses have been supplemented by their strength growth. In this case, they need to be psychic to seduce them to commit suicide.

Of course, there is no perfect life in this world.

The price of the trolls' natural strength and toughness is that they sacrifice their brains. At least seven out of every ten jokes on this continent are about trolls.

In the past, when the routes of the smugglers' woods were still open, the smugglers would use various methods to deceive the trolls to let them spare their lives. Often, only a few shining glass beads and a few lamb legs were needed to deceive these greedy guys.

Of course, the merchants had to hope that they would not encounter starving trolls.

In that case, the trolls were completely unable to communicate. They would eat everything they saw that was edible. What's worse, trolls were very hungry most of the time.

"Bang"

Murphy hit the protruding stone platform on the hillside in a "heroic" manner. He had no intention of hiding, and the noise when he landed was loud enough to instantly wake up the four sleeping ogres in front of him.

Four big idiots wearing strange "clothes" jumped up and grabbed the super "mace" made of iron rods and scrap steel beside them. Eight angry eyes looked around and finally found Murphy standing by the stone platform and waving at them.

"Ah! Vampire! Afternoon tea offered to me!"

The largest ogre wore a big steel helmet with a very "wasteland style" to protect his entire face. It shouted:

"Erdan, Sanchun, hurry up and make a fire! Sizi, bring a stick over, we are going to string it up! Vampire meat can regenerate. Although it is sour, this little thing is enough for us to eat for a long time."

Well, these four guys actually have names.

Ogres definitely don't bother to name themselves, so their names are most likely given by their current "masters".

"Ahem, sorry to interrupt your barbecue, but I'm a vampire covered in poison. Eating me will make you upset."

Murphy is not afraid of these four idiots.

Through their skin color, Murphy has mastered their weaknesses, but he is not here to kill people.

So Murphy threw out the bodies of several swamp tigers and crocodiles that he had prepared in advance from his bag. As soon as these bloody meats were thrown out, the stomachs of the four ogres gurgled at the same time, and the ogre boss with a steel helmet drooled like a waterfall.

But it didn't go up to eat immediately, but stopped its three greedy brothers.

The ogre boss, who was wearing a strange "wasteland steel armor", roared:

"You! Cunning guy! Don't try to deceive me, Da Zhuang! Da Zhuang is the smartest ogre commander under the boss Fei Lun! The boss said that the guys who give us meat are bad guys! Bad guys need to be smashed to death!

Speak!

What kind of bad guy are you? Did Huanghun send you to cause trouble?

Da Zhuang will tell you!

Everyone who came before was eaten by me, Da Zhuang and my three brothers!"

"Oh?"

Murphy's eyes lit up, and he said:

"Several fellows also have a grudge against Huanghun, this is great, I am their enemy. Forget it, you definitely don't understand this, I'm here to talk business with your boss, this meat is my gift to the most powerful and strongest ogre under the boss Fei Lun. A greeting gift from the commander Da Zhuang.

Can you let me in now? "

"No!"

The praised commander Da Zhuang was very proud, but he still leaned on the scrap steel hammer in his hand, which was absolutely lethal, and shook his head and said:

"Boss Flywheel doesn't see outsiders! He is... uh, he is writing a letter! Writing a letter to his sweetheart. Ah, the boss won't let me say it! Damn it! You cunning vampire! I, Da Zhuang, will be whipped again, and it's all your fault!"

"Da Zhuang! Kill him! Eat meat!"

"Yes, yes, the boss won't let us talk to others! He said we are too stupid and will be deceived."

"The boss can make us full, the boss is a good boss! Good bosses should be listened to, otherwise they will be whipped."

The four ogres suddenly became noisy.

Their eyes looking at Murphy also became unfriendly, and the heavy scrap steel hammer was grabbed. It seemed that a battle was inevitable.

"But I am indeed a guest of Lord Luke Flywheel, and a distinguished one at that."

Murphy took off the core gem from his chest, floated up in front of the four ogres, let them see what he had in his hands, and said:

"Look! This is the gift your boss gave me. You should have seen it, right? He is the only one here who can make this kind of thing. It can't be fake, right?"

"Aoaoao, Erdan has seen this little thing! Boss Flywheel has a lot of it, a whole house!"

The second ogre pushed his red scrap steel helmet and said to Dazhuang:

"The boss used to sell this thing to buy meat for us, but now no one buys it. The boss is very angry! If he can't sell things, he can't buy meat. If he can't feed us, he is not a good boss."

"Shut up! I can think about it myself. Don't talk too much. I am the warlord!"

Dazhuang pushed his "show off" helmet Wisdom" brother, it stared at Murphy fiercely and said:

"So, you, weak vampire! Are you here to buy things?"

"Yes, I'm here to give you money."

Murphy laughed and said:

"I gave your boss money, and your boss bought meat, so you can eat enough, right? So, you should let me in, it's a good thing for you.

In addition, I have a small camp over in the Desolate Mountain, and I need four of you to help me fight the jackals. If you are willing to go, I can pay you two meals of meat every day, and you will definitely be full."

"Enough!"

Just when Murphy was about to use the power of desire to seduce these four "elite units" who were carefully trained and more capable than ordinary ogres to serve him, a sharp voice suddenly rang out from the core orb in Murphy's hand.

He scolded:

"Stop bullying my poor stupid guards. Their brains are not working well. Too much thinking is a terrible burden for the 'Hungry Four Brothers'.

You!

Come in, you evil guest. I'm waiting for you in the laboratory.

And you better explain to me what kind of mess is in this latest computing orb that you cracked for me? You are simply insulting my amazing engineering skills.

Come, enter the laboratory of Sulk Flywheel and let me take a good look at you. Lord Murphy, who has become famous recently. "