527: 182.
The rumors are true!
Transylvania is teeming with vampires and barbarians_1 527: 182.
The rumors are true!
Transylvania is teeming with vampires and barbarians_1 Brother Cat himself didn’t expect that his challenge would stir up such excitent.
He was only attempting to test his skills and earn so “start-up funding” for his brothers.
It’s reasonable that the novice players would rush to watch the spectacle.
After all, with Dog Paddle’s announcent on the forum, the player base was still small with relationships among each other generally friendly, so it’s understandable that people would co to lend support or quite possibly, wait for a laugh.
What he didn’t expect was the massive mobilization of NPCs.
But upon reflection, this was not hard to understand.
It had been a month since the disaster struck Cardman City.
Those who made it past the most challenging period were now living under a basic order created by Murphy and the players.
Entertainnt was appealing after so long.
The audience was big enough to get dozens drunk on celebration alone.
News of a warrior challenging a monster brought others who wanted to see the spectacle, resulting in a jam-packed sewer entrance.
Although they didn’t share a language, so things could be understood without words!
Especially when they saw the fully ard Brother Cat, standing six feet tall, going up against the disgusting, rotting-fleshed leader of the elite corpse eaters.
The crowd erupted into frenzied cheers.
“People outside always say that we in Transylvania produce barbarians, lovers of fights, who consider brawling as mundane as leisure ti.”
Murphy said to Maxim next to him:
“Now, I kind of believe them.”
“They’ve just been repressed for too long, Sir, it doesn’t an they’re all bad people.”
Maxim wanted to make excuses for his “fellow citizens,” but the increasingly frenzied cheers made his explanation sound utterly weak and powerless.
Finally, the normally silent Count Bai of the White Mountain Faction spoke:
“When placed inside an arena, even the most peaceful individuals beco like beasts.
It’s not just in Transylvania.
It’s the sa in Nordtoff, Borisogleb and even the wild dwarfs of the Wastelands have similar contests of bravery every year around the Day of the Earth Mother.
At the Thorn Kingdom, they have similar events.
I have been invited to participate in the vampires’ festivities a couple of tis.”
“But, unlike here, we would not be cruel enough to send an unprepared professional against a ghoul leader.
At most, we pit blood servants who have made mistakes in combat against each other, or put a famished brown bear into the mix after it finishes hibernating in the mountains.
Just this difference reveals the hard-nosed nature of the Transylvania folks…
But in fact, we are betting that this brave warrior can kill this foul beast unscathed, rather than betting he can last for five minutes, correct?”
Andrei, the lancholic poet with a mature hairstyle, teasingly said in his aristocratic tone, soft yet distant:
“I know your warrior is extraordinarily brave, but bravery and recklessness are not the sa.”
“I heard you’re a popular poet amongst young maidens and noblewon in Nordtoff?”
Murphy didn’t respond directly to Count Bai’s teasing, instead he said:
“How about we make a wager, Andrei?
If my warrior manages to kill this disgusting beast without getting injured, then you write a poem for Transylvania.
I have already thought of a title, ‘Dawn Sonnet of Transylvania’.”
“Of course, such brave and manic skills undoubtedly deserve to be penned.
That is, if he can actually survive.”
Count Bai imdiately agreed.
His banishnt by Duchess Xiani to this place was the equivalent to being exiled, and his servant Vista had inford him that his painstakingly established White Mountain Faction had been dissolved in just a year.
In no ti, his most loyal servants would too be sent to accompany him in Transylvania.
The Count’s spirits were understandably low.
Although he knew this wasn’t just a simple banishnt – it could be even seen as a rciful act by Duchess Xiani.
A Black Disaster occurrence in Transylvania would place it at the frontline of the battle against the wolf people.
This would inevitably result in proving the worth of the faction and their loyalty to the clan and kingdom, making it indispensable to hold on to the very end.
This was certainly a better option than playing with their lives at the Wolf People’s headquarters, the Dark Mountain Range.
Murphy and Andrei’s gaze returned to the arena.
The number seven sewer was the location where Murphy had previously crafted the tombstone emblem; the massive burning periter had been previously set alight by Maxim’s in the place where corpses were stacked up.
Now, the attracted elite corpse-eating leader was being driven to madness by the surrounding fiery blasts.
Its ghastly twisted blood-red eyes focused on Brother Cat, holding a sword and shield, all it wanted was to tear him apart, extinguish the fire with his blood and remains, and escape.
Thus, as Brother Cat stepped into the arena, the ghoul launched a ruthless, frenzied attack.
The ghoul’s hands had been mutated into deadly claws, its forr human fingers now shaped into horrifying black talons covered with pale scale armor.
Gaseous fus emanated from the rest of its body, forming a substantial “bio-attack”.
One wrong breath could lead to fainting or confusion.
But Brother Cat remained extrely calm.
Rather than rushing to attack, he adopted a clever strategy.
Like the most accomplished Spanish bullfighters, he held his shield in his left hand, and his sword in his right, steadily circling the ghoul.
Each ti the ghoul rushed frantically, Brother Cat would dodge with an amazing step, delivering stinging hits to the monster!
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