483: 167.
Faith is to faith, and the king is to the king_2 483: 167.
Faith is to faith, and the king is to the king_2 “These are my father’s last wishes!”
The room fell silent once again as Natalie continued.
The Grey-haired Demon Hunting Princess closed her eyes and said in a low voice:
“Before his death, my father reached an agreent with Lord Morphy, his own sacrifice ensured the survival rights of us the remaining in Transylvania.
He perhaps had already seen the hidden dangers within the Golden Flower Kingdom.
If this is not enough to convince you…
Among the brave warriors under Lord Morphy, there are believers of the god of Avalon, they are the first humans to have undergone the baptism of nature during the decade-long war.
These we have seen with our own eyes.”
“What the?!”
This news shocked all the Hunt leaders to their core, with the devout ones showing the joy of their deep-seated faith.
They even ignored the dire situation they faced.
Oh divine spirit!
Have you finally granted your rcy to us devoted believers once again?
“Then to Transylvania we shall go!
We leave imdiately!”
Old Eugene, who had been vehently against this action, was the first to leap up, his eyes sparking with excitent and tears welling up.
He shouted:
“If this is the will of Avalon, then Transylvania will beco our new holy land!
It will be our promised land and our new ho, no matter the sacrifice, we the devout should get there!
We must witness with our own eyes the miracles of rcy from our god.”
“As it should be.”
Natalie said in a low voice:
“Now, each of you captains, gather your warriors and prepare to travel at dusk.
For those who are unwilling to leave us do not pressure them any further.
Major Fraser, I’d like to request for you…”
“I understand where you’re going with this, Leader Natalie.”
The Major nodded and solemnly promised:
“The Exploration Corps and the Cape family will open their arms to these soldiers, I’ve already notified the military police at the Pioneer Corps Third Warehouse to withdraw.
There you will find the supplies you need, take as much as possible.
Although it is a bitter truth, you must rember!
The mont you step out of the Pioneer Fortress, your life and death are no longer linked to us.”
“I understand and accept.
This is the fate of us witch hunters, we were supposed to have died ten years ago but Fate has allowed us to survive until now.
I hope that after this, we can finally reach a true ending.”
Natalie breathed out a sigh of relief, just as she was about to give the order to move, Lady Anbo suddenly ca over and whispered sothing to her.
Natalie was taken aback, then looked to Major Fraser.
The new group leader sowhat embarrassingly said:
“Additionally, I need to take so ‘limited supplies’ from the fortress, at least 3,000 mind microphones along with their related plugins…
Please understand, we holess people wish to get a good start in our new ho.
Maintaining a good relationship with the Lord there is a necessary task.
The gifts they need are often effective thods of communication.”
“Well, you know I can’t make that call.”
Major Fraser shrugged, saying softly:
“However, as far as I know, there is only one Psychic at the warehouse post there, and it seems that the scout psychic, Mr.
He Lu, is a countryman of Lady Anbo?
I guess, as rebels, it’s only an ‘unexpected incident’ in the normal range to take away so goods when leaving, right?”
—
The minor players in Crimson Castle were extrely excited.
They had already received the “major event warning” posted by Bull Bull on the forum, and had already voluntarily arrived in the Blood Eagle Corridor without needing Morphy to issue a rallying command.
So were even waving their fists and shouting war cries like “beat those stupid Psychics”.
Their thinking was always simple.
Even excessively simple.
Although they initially saw the witch hunters as humanoid monsters, everyone saw the sacrifices that the witch hunters made during the fighting in the Blood Eagle Corridor.
The final sacrifice of the significant character, Old Knight Finoc, beca a hot topic on the forum.
The bond ford from fighting together was enough for the minor players to see the witch hunters as “one of us”.
At least a neutral faction.
The most important point was that the power structure of the Avalon Church had just started, and they were waiting for these witch hunters to co to Transylvania to beco their “professional trainers”.
“See, look, I told you that there is an 80% chance that the witch hunters will beco an optional faction!”
In the Descendant Hall, Wuioge triumphantly said to the Happy Stick standing beside him:
“This ghost ga always makes up so new story whenever there is a change, to make its gaplay updates have a solid basis.
I initially thought the action of the witch hunters pledging alliance would take so ti to happen, I didn’t expect it to co so suddenly.
But it’s certainly reasonable.”
“Yeah yeah yeah, Wuioge, the prophet, you’re so great.
You’re almost catching up with that Mr.
Ziwei who always makes predictions on the forum.”
The Happy Stick didn’t care about the background stories or the evolution of the plot, he was now full of joy and was planning on fighting so strong monsters to practice his skills.
He’s just reached the Black Iron Rank and “wild monsters” have co to test his sword.
This organization called “Circle Tower” is also really considerate.
“My warriors!”
Morphy’s voice soon echoed at the entrance on the second floor of the Descendant Hall.
The players quieted down and looked up at their own Lord and the main storyline NPC.
They saw Morphy had already changed into lighter armor used by swordsn for combat.
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