My Players Are So Fierce

2006: Chapter 669: Even Without Players, the Lords of Transylvania Will Fight!

(Part 3)

2006: Chapter 669: Even Without Players, the Lords of Transylvania Will Fight!

(Part 3)

“Fraser has been discharged, he’s mobilizing the remaining 4,000 people in our camp at the Kato border.”

Major Ron defended his good friend with a stern face:

“He’ll soon be on the battlefield, Vampire Governor, I won’t let you speak that way about my brother!”

“Hmph, quite the temper.”

Murphy pursed his lips and was about to leave when his eyes suddenly darted around.

He flapped his wings, hovering in the air, and said to Major Ron behind him:

“We vampires are going to deal with the Wolf People and reclaim our number two stronghold.

Under the cover of night, those tribes are no match for us, expelling them is easy.

But how to hold the stronghold during the day is a big problem.

I say, you Golden Flower people always boast of your courage not being inferior to other tribes, don’t you?

You’re idle here anyway, why not come with us for a spin?”

“Ha, an invitation to hunt from a vampire?”

Major Ron showed an enthusiastic smile and said:

“Of course, why not?

That battle during the day, to be honest, I’m harboring some fire inside too.

Robinson!

Grab my gun, rally the brothers, we’re going for a brawl!”

Ten minutes later, Murphy and the 2,000 combat personnel of the Blood Vulture Clan had flown above the cloud layer, at an altitude where they would not be detected by any ground surveillance spell.

Governor dances his wings freely in the air and glanced back.

Before the Black Disaster began, the total population of the Blood Vulture Clan was pitifully under 500, but less than a month after it started, their numbers had soared to over 2,300.

Under Maxim’s command there are still 1,600 warriors who are “reserve vampires.” Once they are fully transformed by Origin Blood in fierce combat, the numbers of the Blood Vulture Clan will surpass 3,000.

Compared to other clans this is still negligible, but looking at those midnight warriors in uniforms with solemn faces and strong willpower, Murphy is extremely satisfied.

These warriors are not bound by a depraved and dark Blood Covenant.

Each of them is free, their will tempered in the fires of the Black Disaster, and they entered midnight not for the power of such intangible things, but with the will of “guardianship” becoming vampires.

Lord Paryen’s Blood Covenant Clan could not achieve such purity, but Murphy’s Blood Vulture Clan did.

“These are seeds of the new era…”

Murphy murmured softly.

Maxim, beside him, nodded in agreement.

As Murphy’s most trusted descendant, Maxim fully understood the meaning in his master’s words.

He knew that Sir Morphy was very dissatisfied with the current state of vampires, and he was going to initiate a “reform” in the stagnant society of the Blood race.

“Mark, this is for you.”

Murphy took out a can of Origin Blood from the Psychic package and handed it to Maxim, who did not take it and said:

“You are insulting me, Master!”

“You can still call me ‘Master’ like Adel does after achieving freedom.”

Murphy said softly:

“But you know, I never liked the Blood Covenant!

Never.

If we spare no effort in pursuing freedom for Lady Lainnia, and you are still bound by bloodlines, wouldn’t everything we’ve done be for nothing?

Mark, don’t worry that losing the Blood Covenant would make us distant.

It’s unnecessary, and it won’t happen.

You’ve already worn the lock named ‘Loyalty,’ which is much more useful than any damn Blood Covenant.

Moreover, during the silver trial you need a better condition, Origin Blood will enhance you, allowing you to become my most relied-upon General in the silver, becoming ‘Transia’s Crimson Sword’.”

“Even if you explain it like this…

You know, losing the connection with you would also cause me heartache.”

Maxim reluctantly took the Origin Blood again handed by Murphy, he said:

“Not everyone craves those.”

“Whether you need it is one thing, whether I give it is another.”

The Vampire Lord chuckled.

He tied a specially made black whistle to his arm, then was the first to fold his wings and dive down rapidly from above the cloud layer.

Maxim followed closely behind, followed by team after team of Blood Vulture Soldiers.

They were like meteors descending in the night, without dazzling flames entwining them nor with a sense of formidable power, but the whistles resonated sharply as they touched air.

The closer they got to the ground, the more real that chilling scream became.

As if demons rising from Hell were clawing their way into the mortal world.

The Gnolls and Wolf People at stronghold number two looked up in a panic, seeing the somber storm enveloped in the night, amidst the brewing lightning storm stirred by Triss, streaks of blood light appeared.

The leader was precisely the “doom of the Wolf People.”

“Run!”

Murphy grasped Necessity of Evil and the Heat-Melt Knife, shouting amidst the applied kinetic energy of the hellish dive:

“Remember I said I’d kill you all in three days?

Sorry, I changed my mind!”