1206: 408.
Sir Morphy is not afraid of your chaos, but the moral demands of the Divine Spirit are clearly higher.
1206: 408.
Sir Morphy is not afraid of your chaos, but the moral demands of the Divine Spirit are clearly higher.
The Snegov family, a notorious mafia family in the Kafuhoka region, was famous locally for producing a host of hardcore criminals.
They had made a na for themselves in the once Posya Confederation long ago, and their family stronghold was in Bernel, the largest city on the Kafuhoka Plains.
When the Poxia Federation still existed, this family virtually monopolized the criminal business in the central region of Kafuhoka, much like the Wolfsbane Clan’s status on Green Island—true “Godfathers.”
However, the decade-long war had a significant impact on these dark inhabitants, akin to rats.
Especially when the northerners’ army entered Kafuhoka and declared its occupation in the last period of the war, the Snegov family’s authority plumted amidst the chaos of war, and they didn’t dare to confront the Winter Wolf Army, who were desperate for soone to discipline.
As a result, the once powerful mafia family found themselves in a rather awkward position.
They had been attempting to use their connections with several mafia families within the Nordtov Kingdom to make a coback.
Their efforts bore fruit.
For example, among the soldiers previously sent to Transylvania by the northerners, there was a ssenger from the Local Snake “Joseph family” of North Wind Castle.
Unfortunately, that ssenger, who brought start-up funds in hopes of doing business with the Snegov family, couldn’t control his lower half and provoked the cunning “Lady Shui,” leading to him and his goods being intercepted by the girls of the Silver Moon Group.
The ssenger and his n also experienced the pure joy of swinging on a gallows, courtesy of Maxim.
In short, it wasn’t the players’ first encounter with these foreign mafias, but because the girls didn’t take the matter seriously, others were unaware of the northern mafia’s style of doing things.
But that was of little consequence.
After all, the Tomb Robbers from the Snegov family had committed unforgivable misdeeds in the Xike Territory, warranting a “red na” from the players’ perspective.
Hey, blood ters are out; who cares who you are, just do it!
“ow, move slowly and be careful not to be discovered.
Little Hand has already infiltrated their camp’s outskirts, poisoning their food.
Stick Brother’s Cavalry is blocking up ahead; they’ve already ford a battle formation.”
Yan Song, the scout, was really getting into the swing of things.
He sat atop a high-flying Gargoyle, maintaining his surveillance Spell, overlooking the situation below while communicating commands to each node through a communication network temporarily established with the Calculating Pearl.
In his field of vision, the Big Bird Spinning Team was closing in on the Tomb Robbers’ camp set up in a mountain hollow.
Twenty-two Winged Cavalry soldiers had ford a loose expulsion formation on the plain ahead, ready to launch a devastating charge, while Little Brother Fu and his Scorpion Lion road as Wanderers at the edge of the battlefield.
The deploynt of this formation clearly intended to leave no way out for these trespassing Tomb Robbers…
After all, with the current situation of Brother ow’s crew, there was no room for rcy.
Although they had nothing to do with the aftermath, the Divine Punishnt of Avalon had made clear their inextricable link to the wrongdoing.
As natural believers, they had to wash away their sins with their own hands and seek forgiveness from the Xike Earl’s family; otherwise, this matter was not yet settled.
This also indirectly proved that the Divine Spirit of Avalon was indeed watching over the players, for they knew of no other believers on the Continent who had experienced a Divine Punishnt for a tomb robbery.
“There are roughly fifty Tomb Robbers, they are very alert, and there are well-equipped sentinels scattered around.
Be careful!
These guys seem quite unusual.”
Yan Song shared the details he observed with his companions, and the responses coming through the communication network indicated that everyone was entering a ready-for-battle state.
Yan Song himself drew his Magic Wand and began adjusting the Gargoyle’s position.
On the wide back of the Gargoyle behind him, a box of incendiary bottles was secured, a new role he created leveraging his “professional advantage,” allowing him to act as a “bomber” when necessary.
The avengers from Transylvania were getting close, but the Tomb Robbers from the Snegov family were still unaware of the impending danger.
In the central tent of this makeshift camp, Big Boss Joel of the Tomb Robber group was admiring the “spoils of war” from their expedition.
They hadn’t actually taken much from Count Xike’s mausoleum.
One reason was that the tomb was an ancient relic from four hundred years ago, and most of the Psychic Items stored there had lost their efficacy over ti.
Another reason was that Count Xike was from the Mountain People.
They never regarded gold and silver as treasures worth cherishing; thus, the Earl’s mausoleum lacked the kind of wealth these Tomb Robbers coveted most.
However, the Snegov family ventured on this risky expedition not purely for financial gain.
Joel was now middle-aged.
He was very thin and appeared sowhat malnourished, his complexion always cold.
Upon closer inspection, his left little finger was missing a joint.
It was a “reminder” of a failed tomb-robbing attempt from his youth, and he bore another mark of “thief” disgrace, a brand of strange tattoos on his back.
He had spent half his life in the northerners’ prisons, and it was that “dragon field enlightennt” experience that gave him his powerful skills and seasoned experience.
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