Chapter 430: Wolf God’s Eye – Ti of the Hunt
At dawn, the warriors of the Torrent Knights were still fighting on the land near Malo Town. Although all the Gnoll sorcerers had been eliminated, the battle was far from over.
The undead, now without controllers, wandered through the town ruins, becoming violent at any sign of the living.
What’s worse, after gathering into an army, these undead began advancing aimlessly beyond the ruins of Malo Town. Perhaps it was the presence of the living in the nearest village that lured them, but either way, the battlefield under the sunlight didn’t calm down but instead beca more intense.
“Holy Light, grant strength! Purify these defiled bones!”
Uncle Fording, who had been busy all night, was still full of energy. Upon seeing another group of undead skeletons rushing out from the ruins, he charged forward with his warhamr while roaring.
Several Torrent Knights followed closely behind, rushing forward to engage in fearless combat with the skeletons, and within minutes had smashed them into bone fragnts.
These skeletons awakened from the cetery were fragile.
As long as one could overco the fear of the undead, even recruits could easily defeat them. However, the difficulty of the battle didn’t lie with these quantitatively disadvantaged ones, but with the elite skeleton army brought by the Gnoll sorcerers now occupying the town ruins.
Those weren’t enemies that could be dealt with casually.
But if they weren’t eliminated and were left to wander in the ruins, the netherworldly aura they carried would never let this suffering land know peace.
“This could qualify as a heroic five-man instance, and if they were willing to add more resources, it could probably make a ten-man instance,” said Archmage Marin, eating dry rations at the temporary position while bragging to several newly joined ga brothers beside him:
“This is how this ghost ga makes instances. Each instance is created very naturally with story progression. I expect there will be developer introductions about this instance on the forum in the next few days.
Look!
Did big brother lie to you?
I told you there were fun things in this ga.
After logging out later, hurry and pull people in, bring all the people from your original team, let’s all participate in this grand event together.”
“Mmhmm.”
Several roleplaying rookie recruits who had just joined the ga last week nodded frantically. The mory and excitent of last night’s battle still lingered in their minds, making them lean on their weapons while recalling their display of fearless valor last night, wearing silly grins even during rest.
This expression, when seen by Miss Becky who was now inspecting the position, made her increasingly dissatisfied.
These recruits’ performance last night was terrible!
There were even awful situations where so fell off their warhorses and broke their legs due to incorrect charging postures. It seems her training of them over the past period was still far from enough!
Additional training!
Must add more training!
“Knight Valand’s teaching was correct – to make a boy grow into a true cavalry soldier, both their body and spirit must undergo severe trials and tempering,” Miss Becky said with hands on her hips, complaining to Knight Liwen beside her:
“It seems I was too gentle with them before, I must be stricter from now on.”
“Um, my lady, I’m not sure if I should say this,” Knight Liwen said hesitantly in a low voice:
“Based on my observations over the past period, the stricter you are with them, the more excited they get. There have even been extre cases of deliberately making mistakes to be scolded by you. They really look up to you. But I feel this admiration and enthusiasm doesn’t seem to co solely from their aspiration and pursuit of the knight’s way.
The way they look at you is always strange.”
“Ah? Really?”
Becky was suddenly startled and crossed her arms over her chest. She pretended to be panicked and said:
“Are they plotting against ? No way? They’re so weak, even if ten of them ca at once, I would still take them down one by one with my fists?”
“Uh, well, I shouldn’t have ntioned this to you.”
Liwen covered her face painfully.
But then she turned her head to look at an area not far from their position, where a group of “refugees” was being escorted away from this unsafe area.
These poor people were survivors rescued by the Torrent Knights and vampires from around this battleground. They were all blank-eyed, trembling, and so were lying on the ground wailing.
The miserable sight made even the local garrison troops resting at the position sowhat unable to bear it, but no one went to stop the Torrent Knights from taking these innocent people away.
Especially those Pioneer Army soldiers who survived last night’s deadly battle, of their original 540 n, less than 90 remained after the battle. Now after Lady Aqua’s healing, they just wanted to get a good sleep at the position.
To be honest, if the Torrent Knights hadn’t arrived in ti to help, these final 90 wouldn’t have survived either.
Given the intensity of the Gnoll sorcerer and skeleton army’s attack last night, if no one had stopped them, by dawn today the scope of this disaster would definitely have expanded to several surrounding towns and villages, aning an even more unbearable catastrophic result.
“I don’t like how they handled this matter, Liwen.”
Miss Becky gripped the sword at her waist and said sternly:
“That indecently-shaped Lady Aqua, with her angelic face yet acting like a perfect devil, exploiting this disaster. I can’t refute her reasons but I know she definitely had better ways to end this matter, but she chose to let the disaster progress.
They’re not good people!”
“Yes, from the Goldflower Kingdom’s perspective, these folks are all bad guys, every single one of them.”
Knight Liwen nodded, but then changed her tone and said:
“But from Transia’s perspective, Lady Aqua and her companions’ decisions last night were perfect. They used this thod to strengthen the power of Transia and Torrent Fort. If I were Governor Murphy, I wouldn’t bla them but would heavily reward them instead.
This is an act of loyalty.
More importantly, as you said yourself, you can’t raise any moral objections to Lady Aqua’s decisions, which is enough to show they possess first-rate wisdom and know how to use it well.
Ah, such terrifying wisdom that could be called ‘cunning’ is really troubleso, especially given they will beco enemies in the future.
However, speaking of this, I must ask you a question that I still can’t confirm.”
Liwen turned to look at Becky and said seriously:
“You must tell , if war breaks out between the Goldflower Kingdom and Transia in the future, which side will you stand on?”
“Transia might not even survive the Black Plague.”
Miss Becky pouted and said:
“Liwen, isn’t this question a bit too premature?”
“No, they will definitely survive under the tempering of the Black Plague, I’m certain of this. If Transia falls, then this Black Plague will undoubtedly destroy the rest of the continent as well.”
Knight Liwen said very stubbornly:
“If you’re avoiding this question, then I hope you start seriously considering it from now on.
The conflicts between both sides won’t disappear just because they fight side by side.
One day the two countries will stand on opposing sides, and when that ti cos, your special identity will bring you an unavoidable question.
You must choose a side.
Will you follow your grandfather to fight for Transia’s revival?
Or will you follow the knight’s teachings, don armor from your holand and take to the battlefield to face your friends and family?
Sigh, I suddenly realize now that letting you co to Transia wasn’t a good idea, especially now that you’ve found your life’s pursuit here.
Hm?
Colonel Frayzer has arrived, would you like to et him?”
“Hmph, no!”
Becky turned her head haughtily, kicked a few dozing Torrent Knight recruits, and strode swagger-like towards the edge of the battlefield with these strange players who were even more excited about being kicked by the blonde knight.
Without looking back, she waved to Liwen and said:
“I appoint you as the envoy of the great Torrent Knight Becky, my dear Liwen. Please inform my weak fiance of my outstanding performance last night.
I guess he’ll realize I’ve declared war on him in the domain of ‘warfare’, just as Miriam crushes him on the ‘governance’ level. My poor Frayzer needs to walk faster to keep up with Miriam’s and my pace.
He might get very tired, perhaps giving up now would be a good choice?”
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“From last night until now, the Torrent Knights have organized three operations to transport innocents to Torrent Fort. In just the past 6 hours, over 800 people have been sent into Transia.
They will start their new lives as subjects of Torrent Fort in the Anderma Hills, and Sir Typal, the current commander of the Torrent Knights, has made promises to these displaced people in the na of the knight order.
The Torrent Knights will dedicate themselves to assisting the Goldflower Kingdom in dealing with the undead crisis near Malo Town, and after the undead disaster ends, they will allow these refugees to choose whether to return to their holand.
I must say, his handling of this matter was quite appropriate. Even Colonel Frayzer who rushed to the scene couldn’t impose many more restrictions.”
In the Blood Vulture Halls, Lady Adele was reporting last night’s situation to Murphy.
Actually, Lady Adele’s report wasn’t necessary, as Revnor’s vision had provided Murphy the power to “watch the show” throughout the entire event from last night to its end.
The vampire lord’s expression was quite subtle now.
To Lady Adele, it seed her master was sowhat lost in thought, but actually, Murphy was thinking about another matter:
“If I rember correctly, this is probably the first random event that was decided and executed entirely by the little players themselves, without any intervention from or other NPCs, right?”
Murphy pondered in his heart:
“Although Hog leading the Gnoll sorcerers into the trap was at my instruction, I didn’t intervene at all afterwards, yet they could handle things so subtly and perfectly. Not only did they demonstrate Transian responsibilities on a humanitarian level, but they also gained benefits for themselves and Transia during the process.
Most importantly, they earned us so face in front of that arrogant short marshal.
Their growth rate is very fast, they can indeed handle things independently now.”
Thinking of this, Murphy nodded and looked at Adele, asking:
“So, according to your predictions, how many people can the Torrent Knights bring in before the undead issue in Malo Town is resolved?”
“That depends on the situation.”
Adele answered very cautiously:
“Without interference, given that clan mbers have spread the undead threat to the surroundings, all residential points near Malo Town could beco our human resources. In the most perfect case, we could accommodate 40,000-60,000 people into Torrent Fort, this scale of manpower could enable Torrent Fort’s fastest developnt.
However, Marshal Loren definitely won’t allow us to plunder his manpower so easily.
I guess he will intervene in this, and he doesn’t even need to take many actions. In extre cases, just informing the public about the Black Plague would be enough to frighten most residents.
Therefore, I’m pessimistic about the final outco of this matter.
Perhaps around 10,000 people is the maximum return the Torrent Knights can get from this event. However, considering that the Torrent Knights currently only have about 300 formal mbers including locals, this efficiency ratio between input and output is still amazing.
I think you might not need to pay extra attention to the Torrent Knights’ growth afterwards.
They have proven through actual actions that they have talent in operations and managent. Torrent Fort’s rapid developnt is already foreseeable.”
“Mm, your analysis is very reasonable.”
Murphy nodded with satisfaction.
Although Adele was very modest, in fact, this intelligence officer’s growth rate in thinking and action was not at all inferior to Maxim who was “showing his face” outside. And since Adele had completed her report, Murphy no longer paid attention to this “small matter” happening on the border of Transia and East Prussia.
Although it indirectly affected the survival environnt of tens of thousands of people and would continue to cause subsequent interference around Malo Town, in the current grand sche of things, this was indeed a small matter.
Murphy stood up.
He walked to the wall with his hands behind his back, looking at the map hanging there. After a few seconds, he asked:
“Has the Shadow Intelligence Bureau started their tracking and cleanup operation against possible Dusk remnants that might exist in the Kafhoka region?”
“Not yet.”
Adele replied:
“Mr. Turner’s last contact with us was three hours ago. He has already led the Shadow Trail Sect warriors to arrive at Dnipro city where the Snegov family is located, and successfully connected with Thorn Clan’s local organization.
With Mr. Turner’s operational efficiency and style of handling matters, I believe results will be transmitted back soon.
However, as per your instructions, we notified Grand Duchess Shani about the current ‘Dusk’ information we have through Count Andrei, but still haven’t received any reply from her.
Should we urge a response?”
“No, no need.”
Murphy stared at the Kafhoka region adjacent to Transia on the map and said softly:
“Although I haven’t known Grand Duchess Shani for long and don’t have much understanding of her personally, I believe she has enough wisdom to recognize Dusk’s threat and take necessary action.
To be honest, given the Thorn Clan’s operational mode under midnight, I don’t quite believe Shani was previously ignorant about Dusk.
I guess her understanding of this organization might be even deeper than ours.
But she has never revealed her knowledge in this aspect, so I have reason to guess that perhaps Grand Duchess Shani might also be a mber of Dusk.”
“That speculation is too shocking! Master.”
Lady Adele shook her head and objected:
“If she were really a Dusk mber, Lord Payne wouldn’t have allowed Grand Duchess Shani to control the Thorn Clan for so many years.”
“I’m just saying it’s a speculation. This ti is actually an opportunity.”
Murphy turned to look at Adele and said softly:
“To test her! If she still follows the Midnight Path’s irreconcilability with Dusk, then we will gain a strong ally on the battlefield against Dusk.
But if she assists the Snegov family in obstructing Turner and the Shadow Trail Sect’s actions, then we will have sufficient reason to request Lord Payne to ‘clean up internal traitors’.
You see, whatever the result, we won’t have any losses.”
“Your plan is good, but I think given Grand Duchess Shani’s operational thod, she won’t leave such obvious loopholes for us to discover.”
Adele sighed and said:
“Our intelligence organization is far inferior to the Thorn Clan in both scale and quality. We can’t even contact the Thieves Guild, while the Thorn Clan is a founding mber of that guild.
Grand Duchess Shani holds the underground intelligence exchange of the entire continent in her hands, it’s terrifying power.
However, looking at it another way, if the Thieves Guild has been corrupted by Dusk, then Grand Duchess Shani and the Thorn Clan’s current situation becos quite subtle.”
“Mm, this is exactly what I want to see!”
Murphy narrowed his eyes and said:
“From what we can see now, there are also factions within Dusk. The ‘Source’ is related to death spirit energy, while that group of tomb raiders who ca to do things in Transia are connected to the Thieves Guild.
These should be different actions belonging to two different levels, yet they converged in Transia.
We can’t fight on all fronts, Adele. While the Blood Vulture Clan investigates matters related to the ‘Source’, we must have an ally to help us resist entanglents from other Dusk factions.
Since Grand Duchess Shani has ford a Sacred Blood alliance with Tris, then she must shoulder her responsibilities. This is even regardless of her own will, as long as Lord Payne is still around, she must do this!
Wait patiently.
I believe Turner’s actions will bring us more breakthroughs.”
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“Thorn Grand Duchess?”
In an ancient mansion in Dnipro, the capital of the Kafhoka region, Iron Fist Turner, who had just finished praying to the North Wind God and was preparing for action, walked out of the room only to see Lady Shani, who had co uninvited, standing at the door with her hands behind her back, admiring a mural on the wall.
Turner obviously knew this vampire grand duchess, and he asked vigilantly and puzzledly:
“Why would soone of your status personally appear here?”
“You think I want to co, Sir Turner?”
Shani responded very unhappily:
“But Murphy and Tris sent you to my territory, and deliberately gave a probing ssage, putting in an awkward position. Now to prove my innocence to Lord Payne who stands behind them, I have to put down all matters at hand and rush here to assist you in destroying a aningless gangster family.
What an annoying sudden incident.”
The Thorn Grand Duchess turned around, her eyes full of displeasure and helplessness, and she said:
“Let’s resolve this matter quickly, let you bring the news of victory back to Transia, tell Tris and Murphy that their actions have disrupted the Thorn Clan’s long-term hunt for Dusk. Damn it!
These Transian barbarians will never learn to be low-key!”
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