Chapter 150 149 Stinky Vampires From Other Places! Are You Coming to Transia to Beg for Food?

Chapter 150 149. The smelly vampire from out of town! Are you coming to our Transia to beg for food?

"Ah, Bataxin, I have returned to my starting point as a businessman."

The carriage bearing the coat of arms of Earl Cadman drove slowly towards the outline of the city ahead. In the carriage, Ms. Blanche Palin Fedor looked at the unsatisfactory scenery ahead with deep emotion.

Although it had only been more than two months since she last came to this small town on the border of Transia, it felt like a lifetime ago.

The ups and downs of life made this smart and capable businesswoman unable to help but feel sad for spring and autumn like a rich girl. However, she was born in the bitter cold land of Bingfang and grew up in migration and hardship since she was a child. She quickly adjusted. Refresh yourself and focus on the important tasks you are undertaking at the moment.

She will reach a series of preliminary agreements with the Yankee smugglers here, and eventually broker a big deal between the Count and the occupying force of the Nordtov Winter Wolf Legion.

This business activity will directly determine whether the Earl of Cadman can survive the next winter, and will also directly determine her future under the earl.

Although she is nearly forty years old, Ms. Palian's ambition has been reawakened by Murphy's "evil secret method".

She is a pure-blood Nord who can live forty-one hundred and forty years without any disease or disaster. She hopes that when she is eighty-year-old, she can have everything she longed for when she was young, and give herself everything she wants before she grows old. The two humble and graceful daughters left behind enough wealth to change their class and life.

And now there are still forty years left

Maybe you can work hard and make up for the mediocre first half of your life!

"I have to meet with Old Bird first, and then meet the person behind his small business group under his introduction. He is probably not a big shot. He may be a lieutenant with a little power in the Nordtov Border Army. .

But through this line, we might be able to contact the occupying forces of the Crimean Fortress, and then seize the time to go to the territory of the Dark Baroness to complete the mine transaction.

If everything goes well, it should be done in a month and a half.

At that time, it was just the beginning of late autumn, and large-scale food supplies were continuously obtained. "

The businesswoman in the carriage twisted the knighthood ring on her finger, and her shrewd mind, which was not commensurate with her broad and round body, kept turning, thinking over and over about her next action, until the convoy entered the unfamiliar city thirty minutes later. A large but very lively border town.

The city of Batacin was once a small town in each of the small principalities within the Confederation of Portia, but its location is very important.

It is adjacent to the fertile Kachovka Plain to the east. It takes two days' journey to the north to cross the Earl of Siko and reach the border of the Ice Fjord. To the south is the Earl of Cadman.

This small city happens to be the intersection of the three regions. It has also been a relatively important trading place in the Transian region over the past hundred years. Especially merchants from the Yankees tend to conduct most of their commercial activities here.

Although the place is not big, due to geographical reasons, the Blood Eagle Clan has stationed an army of armed blood servants and a small number of elite vampires here all year round.

Regrettably, the Blood Servant Corps stationed here during the Ten Years' War had been sent to the front east of the Kavhoka Plains and should have been disarmed by the Yankees by this time.

"Let's go to the Horseshoe Hotel to take a rest first. I need to be ready to meet the guests."

Ms. Pallian gave instructions to her bodyguard and groom, and the motorcade turned towards the hotel. A few minutes later, at the entrance of the Horseshoe Hotel, which had a simple and elegant Yankee style, Ms. Palian also met with the Earl Warrior who had escorted her all the way. They delivered the "mission".

She took out a bag of gold coins and handed it to the leader, Brother Mingmiao, and thanked him:

"Your performance along the way has been perfect. You are very, very professional. You are worthy of being the warriors that the count values ​​most. After I establish a formal business group for the earl, I hope that you can also participate in the protection of the business group."

"Hey, is this a hint that there will be a business running game in the future?"

Brother Mingmiao blinked, his mind turned rapidly, and then he responded with a standard blood vulture salute to the big and round aunt NPC in front of him:

"Of course, Knight Palian, we will definitely do our best for Count Cadman's great cause, and please pay attention to your safety. We will stay here for a day and a night. If you encounter any problems, you can contact us through the orb of calculation.

Your safety is a very important priority to us. "

"That's good, but I also have many friends here. In fact, my birthplace is not far from here. Alas, it's a pity that the war has already razed my hometown in Bingfang to the ground."

The talkative businesswoman laughed and said something regretful, then said goodbye to the players and entered the hotel run by a distant uncle from the village where she was born.

The players did not go in. Their escort mission was over, but there were more important tasks to do.

"Now, there are a total of five Portia gold coins and 78 silver coins. Let's all share it."

Brother Miao Miao threw the coin bag to him and pretended not to use it.

Lao Biao was already a professional accountant in his team, and he divided the rewards equally without much calculation. The leader, Big Pigeon, looked at the trembling coins in his hands and couldn't help complaining:

"I didn't realize when I was wandering around the ruins before that the money in this game is actually quite valuable. After running for two days, one person could earn a pitiful dozens of silver coins. Fuck, buying an apple at the ruins defense line cost five silver coins before. !

I think I might have been tricked by that cunning NPC. "

"It's normal. At that time, everyone had money but nowhere to spend it. How could they know how to exchange prices?"

Lumina put away her reward and remembered her "feat" of buying a blank gun with 10 gold coins. She immediately felt ashamed of her extravagance.

"Let's find a place to eat. Let's eat something good today."

Brother Wu Miao touched his stomach and said to the guys:

"After eating, get ready to work. There are definitely a lot of vampires in this city. Today, I ran from early morning to afternoon and passed through three villages without even a single vampire. This is not normal! I think those bastards might be planning to ambush us in the city. I hope I'm overthinking it."

"What are you thinking about? I don't even need to look at this station. I can feel that there are no less than seven or eight blood servants around us peeping at us, and their eyes are chilly. ”

Meow Meow Shark, who had the highest perception in the team, moved his body uncomfortably. He whispered to the others:

“Too high perception is not a good thing. If it goes on like this, I will have neurasthenia. But I have memorized the characteristics of several people and left hunting marks. We will have something to do after dinner.

We must reduce their numbers while it is still daytime!

Once it is delayed to night, it will probably be bad. There are so many blood servants here, and the number of vampires is estimated to be not much less. ”

“There are still six hours before the sun sets.”

Lanhuahua looked up at the sky and accurately estimated the time. This is the basic operation of a traveler. She said:

“Thirty minutes to solve the problem of eating, and then clean up one street after another! I just asked Ms. Pallen’s guard, and the veteran told me that the armed blood servants who were supposed to maintain order in the city were sent to the front line, which means that we are not afraid of being blocked even if we do something big.

My suggestion is to find a place to defend once it is night!

Fighting a night battle with vampires in a place they are familiar with makes people’s scalps numb. ”

“Well, let’s do it! "

Brother Wu Miao nodded murderously. The leading pigeon next to him thought for a moment and said:

"You guys go eat. I'll stay in the carriage to prepare some daylight potions. Remember to bring me some food. I want to eat meat. Chicken legs are best."

"Pigeon baby, we're all playing games. Don't be so picky, okay?"

A Zhua cried out in grief:

"You thought this was the school snack street? And there were chicken legs. Don't you know what the living standards are in this damn place? I'm lucky to bring you a portion of mutton paste."

"Who knows that the food and taste system of this game are so real! I'm going crazy eating biscuits every day. My grandfather ate better when he lived in the cowshed!"

Pigeon baby said with his hands on his hips unhappy:

"Anyway, I don't care! I just want to eat chicken legs! If you can't get them, you guys should be careful when you sleep at night. I'll pout at you."

"Hey, let's go, let's buy a chicken and ask the chef to roast it. "

The bionic snail sighed and turned around. The black-stockinged guy next to him curled his lips and said:

"When have we ever been so disciplined in playing games? Buy it? What if you have a lot of money? Just steal one? We don't have no stalkers, right?"

"Damn!"

The only stalker in the team pretended to be cool and shouted without using his hands:

"My ideal is to be a flying thief! And you asked me to steal a chicken for you? You wish! Steal it yourself! "

The group of little guys scattered noisily on the streets of Bataxin.

They only had thirty minutes to eat, but that didn't stop them from taking advantage of the time to visit this medieval town.

Especially Lanhua.

The traveler's soul couldn't wait any longer.

At the same time, a spiritual teleportation quietly tore open the space, sending Murphy and his two offspring and their offspring into the forest near the town of Bataxin.

This was the first time Murphy experienced the feeling of "teleportation" after coming to the other world.

But to be honest, it felt terrible.

According to Tracy, the principle of psychic teleportation is not to simply and roughly tear apart the space of the material world, but to open a crack in the mysterious astral world that shrouds the material world.

The shortest path is planned by accurately calculating the relative coordinates of the starting point and the landing point in the astral world, which means that the teleporter has to walk through the astral world for several seconds to tens of seconds. time to quickly reach the landing point.

The space and time of the astral world are chaotic, which makes it possible to travel quickly without paying attention to the rules of physics.

However, the astral world is a dangerous and crazy place. Any use of psychic teleportation means that the recipient has to face the filthy psychic energy and mental shock of the astral world. Therefore, only those who have entered the black iron level can barely use this thing.

And as Tracy said, don't use it if you can!

Because the biggest problem with psychic teleportation is that it doesn't succeed every time.

Even if it is operated by a gold-level psychic master, a small mistake is enough to send Murphy to the other side of the world. The most terrible thing is that he may not be intact when he lands.

And the worst case is that those unlucky people who died in the astral world and were sent back to the world may bring some "dirty things" out of the astral world.

"I swear I won't use this damn thing again! "

Murphy rubbed his head and complained bitterly in the shadow of the woods.

Although the five SCs recorded in the battle log in front of him were all successful, the severe headache after returning to the material world still made the vampire lord feel uncomfortable and nauseous.

And he was lucky.

Maxim next to him no longer looked like a macho man. He covered his mouth with a pale face and rushed behind the tree next to him.

Mrs. Adele also looked like a beauty frowning and Xishi was flattering. It looked like she needed to rest for dozens of minutes to regain her fighting strength.

"There are still five and a half hours until the sun goes down, so we set off at dusk."

Murphy waved his hand and said to the eight vampires behind him:

"Now you can move around freely and take a rest. All the vampires near Bataxin have gathered here. From such a distance, I can feel that at least 70 of my compatriots are sleeping among them, and there are also a few smells that do not belong to the blood vultures. ”

He threw the remaining vampire killer sword oil from the last battle to Madam Adele and Maxim, took out arrows soaked in day potion and put them into the quiver of the miser's hand crossbow, and finally reached for the magic sword at his waist. I patted it.

Earl Cadman tugged on his scarlet cloak and whispered:

"Well, tonight the Demon Blade will be able to feast on the delicious blood and become stronger again. Everyone, please behave decently in this first battle as a new blood vulture!"

——

At dusk and almost evening, a convoy of two carriages was approaching the city of Batasin from the direction of the Kafhoka Great Plains.

Driving the car were several armed blood servants, and outside the convoy there was a blood servant guard composed of 20 cuirassiers. This formation looked like a vampire traveling.

In the second carriage was an exquisite black cold wood coffin, exuding a faint fragrance.

However, its owner did not choose to sleep at dusk. On the contrary, the owner was sitting in a carriage decorated with black velvet seats, reading a golden book of poems in his hand, and letting the no-burning sunlight shine through at dusk. Through the gap between the carriage curtains, it fell into this dark place.

It was the "His Highness" who had contacted the Thorn Vampire Vista last night.

He looks thin and tall, with his blond hair combed into an adult look, but his serious face still has a "childlike quality".

He shouldn't be too old.

And although this guy's handsomeness cannot be compared with that of Mr. Murphy, he has regular features and an inimitable "majesty" that makes him look as beautiful as a little male dog.

The Thorn Swordsman's light armor is also different from other Thorn vampires.

Not only is it dotted with the coat of arms of the Thorn Clan, but it also has a shield-shaped wolf-headed white mountain emblem, which represents his other identity besides being a vampire.

Earl of White Mountain, leader of the White Mountain faction.

"boom"

A loud bang sounded in front, causing the carriage approaching the small town to stop.

The surrounding cavalry formed a well-trained escort formation, and "Your Highness", who was interrupted from reading the poem, frowned and asked using onomatopoeia:

"What happened up front?"

"It's an explosion, Your Highness. There was an explosion in Batasin City, and it was obviously not the first one. Smoke was rising from many places in the city, and fighting was taking place there! In addition, our communication with Vesta cannot be connected. You Something may have happened to the attendant."

The vampire scout in the carriage ahead responded immediately, which made His Highness, who didn't like being late or unexpected, very dissatisfied.

He put his hand on the golden-gray noble sword at his waist, and clouds of ice mist visible to the naked eye emitted from his fingers.

He said:

"Then why are you still standing there? Shouldn't family members come to my aid when they are in danger? Vesta has served me for sixteen years, and he does not deserve such an ending."

"But Your Highness, your safety."

"The battlefield is right in front of me. What do you mean, you want me to flee on the land where my ancestors fought?"

"No, Your Highness!"

A few seconds later, the two carriages and the surrounding cavalry guards accelerated towards Bataxin City. At the same time, in the house of the Thorn Clan's contact point in the small city, Maxim dragged the blood-eaten man to death like a dog. The thorn vampire Vesta, whose eyes were blinded by the spiritual vulture and whose leg was bitten off by the giant astral wolf, was dragged to Murphy.

Count Cadman sat on the only intact chair in the room, holding the magic sword in both hands.

He wore a vampire ball mask to cover his eyes and stuck it on the bridge of his nose. His scarlet eyes stared at the foreign compatriots who were in severe pain but gritted their teeth to prevent them from moaning cowardly.

After a few seconds of observation, he said:

"Then, tell me, what are the uninvited guests of the Thorn Clan planning to do when they reach into the territory of the Blood Vulture Clan?"

"You guys are crazy!"

The miserable vampire Vesta endured the pain and said in a dumb voice:

"There are only these few of you, and there are more than seventy vampires in this city! You are dead!"

"Now there are only 53 left."

Murphy corrected him gently:

"My warriors hunt down traitors under the blessing of the blazing sun much faster than you imagine. I must admit with pride and expectation that they are already qualified vampire killers! And when the power of the Mother of Night comes down, In the future, they will surely have more amazing harvests.

But I guess these things have nothing to do with you. I will ask you one last time calmly, foreigner!

What do you rude Yankees want to do here? "

"Let him go!"

Amidst the cold scolding, a figure burst out of the door, interrupting the initial inquiry.

Murphy looked forward. He noticed the unique coat of arms on the other person's body, and recognized the other person's identity through the heraldry in his mind.

Then he stood up, holding a sword in one hand and stroking his shoulder with the other. He leaned over to the visitor gracefully and said:

"Ah, sir, I salute you, one vampire count to another. But it is very disgraceful for you to enter my territory with a sword. I give you three seconds to throw it away. Well, it seems that you are not going to end this conflict decently.

Great!

Then let me see what the Thorn Clan is capable of."