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Chapter 574 573. I have a date with the halfling warlord - additional update for brother "Huo Zheng is quite good" [1530]

"Oh, oh, damn, I'm used to taunting Loren in the Blood Vulture Corridor, but now I accidentally said it, and I was almost beaten by the Golden One. But this dwarf bloodline is really stubborn, and they have become vampires. Oh, you still care so much about these little details?

Vampires and dwarves don't get along well. Shouldn't she join me in mocking damn Loren? "

High in the sky during the day, Murphy, who had "escaped a disaster", looked helplessly at the gap in the molten sword in his hand, saying to himself that the golden dwarf's power was really arrogant, and the flying shield was really powerful, and he actually gave it to this mass-produced version. There are gaps in the miraculous creations.

"Mass-produced gadgets are just unreliable!"

The vampire governor complained:

"When can I get the special version of the security captain's weapon like the Bone-Gripping King? But fortunately, I still have this."

With a flick of his left hand, the all-encompassing device on his wrist was activated and quickly formed a revolving shotgun that was very similar to the Blood Terror Sacred Artifact: Dark Night Good Luck.

The genuine relic shotgun is a true handmade work of art. The imitation in Murphy's hand is closer to the angular mechanical industrial style. It is not ugly and has excellent attributes.

It is basically a complete replica of the exaggerated entries of Dark Night Good Luck. Of course, as an imitation without a "core of destiny", its power is somewhat lower, but it is all made by [DATA EXPUNGED] and has the lowest destructive power. It's also guaranteed.

The blueprints for this set of firearms already exist in the Vientiane Device. As long as Murphy can find an engineering manufacturing equipment left by the Creator, he can mass-produce this high-end firearm of the lowest quality and commander level.

He carried the mechanical shotgun behind his back, pretending to be a midnight hunter, and while complaining loudly, he wrapped himself like a rice dumpling and called for a shadow cloak to protect him from direct sunlight.

Although Murphy did offend Lord Heather, his trip was not to avoid trouble.

It was Murphy's plan to go to Hungry Mountain to find the halfling warlord Suik Feilun. In fact, compared to visiting Lord Heather at the Black Flame Pass, finding the halflings was obviously more important in Murphy's heart.

Moreover, the Farstrider protective gear previously obtained from the curator's arsenal was produced near this area. If possible, Murphy would also like to know about the second place of creation.

While flying, Murphy carefully observed the defensive position of Black Flame Pass through Reifno's vision. He had to admit that Lord Heather's confidence was by no means groundless. In more than a hundred years, he had been bitten. The Black Flame Pass that the King of Bones destroyed and flattened has indeed been rebuilt into an impenetrable position.

This place is completely fortified!

It is not a group of fortresses in a wide area like the Maginot Line of Defense. In the small area of ​​​​Black Flame Pass, Lord Heather has used almost all available terrain to the extreme.

Such a line of defense could easily withstand tens of thousands of Jackals.

But the problem is that Lord Heather does not have a clear understanding of the threat of the Jackals. This is not to say that she is arrogant, but because their thinking is still stuck in the battle against the Fourth Black Disaster.

However, Murphy is certain that the Jackals this time will definitely use many terrible gadgets. If Dusk supports them from behind, then a series of destructive powers possessed by Dusk can be used by the Jackals.

The most direct point is, those plagues that were used in Xiko City

Or those rat men who appear out of nowhere and are very good at digging and attacking?

Traditional fortresses and fortress groups are meaningless in the face of such a threat. This makes Murphy very pessimistic about the future of Black Flame Pass, but he knows that neither Lord Heather nor Lord Paying will fight on such issues as war. Listen to him, so Murphy can only take one step at a time.

Murphy's destination of this trip, Hungry Mountain, is not far from Black Flame Pass.

From the Blood Alliance position to the southeast and across the last section of the Desolate Mountains, you can see a solitary peak standing on the land of the true Dark Mountains.

It is a very conspicuous "landscape" in this land where the red wasteland is everywhere, probably because the solitary peak is the only thing with a bit of green in the vicinity.

Murphy, who is high in the sky, can overlook the terrain below. The large area from the Black Flame Pass to the south is deserted. Only some looming canyons and rift valleys can be vaguely seen at the end of the line of sight, looking deeper into the Dark Mountains. It will be blocked by those towering mountains, but there are also few traces of plants on those mountains.

It is really hard to imagine how this barren land gave birth to such incomprehensible things as jackals and black plagues?

Looking to the other side, you can see that the edge of the Dark Mountains borders the mountains of the Genoa Peninsula. The environment there is much better than the environment deep in the Dark Mountains.

The snowy peaks in the distance formed a white line, dividing the deserted land from the busiest area on the continent. Even when Murphy flew high enough, he could still see the outline of the world-famous brass fortress.

It stands at the border of the Dark Mountains and the Genoa Mountains, guarding the only road to the peninsula. The scale of the fortress is extremely large. Just from the outline, you can tell that the mountain city was built On a whole ridge.

The frenzied brass dwarves built their own cities and fortresses out of an entire mountain. Because of this, it became an absolute natural hazard that made the four black plagues return with hatred.

Murphy was familiar with the battle cases of the four Black Disasters. He knew very well that in the first three Black Disasters, the Brass Fortress faced the main force of the Jackals. The forces invested by the Jackals in this direction were several times greater than those in the direction of Transia. More than times.

During the first and second times, the Brass Fortress was not as terrifying as it is today, and the gnolls could still rush into the position and fight the dwarves. However, during the third black disaster, the Brass Fortress was already fully formed, leaving the gnolls there. In front of this fortress, I experienced unprecedented despair.

So for the fourth time, the Bone-Gripping King chose to do the opposite.

It did not attack the brass fortress that could not be captured, but led the main force of gnolls into Transia. If the Bone-gnawing King had been fighting under the dwarf fortress at that time, it would never have been able to attack it. A feat that covers half of the continent.

"Asshole, Philip, you bastard, your success has provided enough experience for this black disaster. As long as they are not stupid, they will follow your original marching route."

While flying towards the lonely peak called "Hungry Mountain", Murphy cursed fiercely:

"The reason why Transia has to bear so much pressure is because of this bitch. If you weren't already dead, I would have cut you into fine pieces and made you into minced meat to relieve the hatred in my heart."

But Murphy also knows that as the Brass Fortress is further strengthened, even without the leadership of the Bone-Gripping King, the Jackals will definitely focus on the breakthrough of Transia. Compared with the impregnable city of the dwarves, the Special Lancia is indeed a soft persimmon.

He shook his head to get these thoughts out of his mind, and accelerated forward in the air. Ten minutes later, Murphy entered the peak of Hungry Mountain.

Unfortunately, he compared the map data recorded in the core orb and found that the legacy of the "Far Traveler" technology company was still further west, even close to the location of the Brass Fortress. Based on the comparison, Murphy could distinguish The place should be in the snowy mountains near the Brass Fortress,

He doesn't have time to spend a few more days going there now. It's already an "advanced map", which is not only unfriendly to the players, but also unfriendly to him, the mainline NPC, so he'd better explore those places next time. area.

Murphy focused again on the mountain peak in front of him. There is a reason why this green mountain peak is called Hungry Mountain.

Tris explained the origin of this place specifically to little Murphy.

This is one of the traditional strongholds of trolls in the Dark Mountains. Those notorious big eaters will rob families here. Even the jackals are not willing to provoke these bastards who eat anything and dare to eat anything.

As for what a troll is.

Well, just think of it as an enhanced version of the ogre.

For example, when Murphy folded his wings and landed on a platform on the mountain, he saw several trolls lying there basking in the sun around a large fire.

These guys can grow to more than five meters in height. Each of them is as big and round as the legendary "mountain monster". Although they are also humanoid creatures, their faces are so ugly that even kobolds can laugh at their shabby appearance.

Basically, it only has a nose, eyes and mouth. It looks very simple and honest to the point of being silly. It is completely the experience of a master of the creator's malice.

It's basically like a naughty child pinching plasticine, randomly shaping a human figure, and then enlarging it dozens of times.

Adult trolls can weigh several tons.

Their brute strength is so terrifying that they can pull up big trees and use them as clubs. Even the tallest gnoll barbarians are as good as dwarfs in front of these real big men. Moreover, trolls have strange "resistant skin", they Its skin is as resistant to sword damage as rock.

According to Tris, if you want to kill trolls, you have to use psychic means or find their weaknesses, such as using poison or fire. But the strangest thing about the troll race is that each troll has a different weakness. !

Even troll brothers born from the same mother will have different weaknesses.

This makes hunting trolls one of the most dangerous jobs on the continent. Even the most powerful thorn nightwalkers will not take the initiative to provoke these big guys.

However, their secrets cannot be hidden from the well-informed Scarlet Witch. On a previous date, Tris told Murphy that the weaknesses of trolls can be confirmed by observing their skin color. For example, trolls with cyan skin There is a high probability that it is weak to fire. Red-skinned trolls can use poison, while blue-skinned trolls are afraid of earth spells.

The black-skinned trolls are the most troublesome, which means they have lived for a long time, and their weaknesses have been complemented by strength growth. In this case, they need to bewitched to commit suicide by using psychic powers.

Of course, there is no perfect life in this world.

The cost of the trolls' natural strength and tenacity was the sacrifice of their own brains. At least seven out of every ten stupid jokes on this continent are related to trolls.

In the past, when the routes in the Smuggler's Wood were still open, those smugglers would use various methods to deceive the trolls into allowing them to let them go. Often, only a few shining glass beads and a few legs of lamb could be deceived. Greedy guy.

Of course, merchants have to hope that they won't encounter hungry trolls.

Trolls in that situation are completely unable to communicate and will eat everything they see that is edible. To make matters worse, trolls are very hungry most of the time.

"boom"

Murphy hit the protruding stone platform halfway up the mountainside in a "heroic appearance" gesture. He had no intention of hiding, and the movement when he landed was loud enough to wake up the four sleeping trolls in front of him instantly.

Four big idiots wearing strange "clothes" screamed and jumped up, grabbing the super "mace" made of iron rods and scrap steel next to them. Eight angry eyes looked around, and finally found out Murphy stood by the stone platform and waved to them.

"Ah! Vampire! Afternoon tea brought to you on your own initiative!"

The largest troll wore a large "wasteland-style" steel helmet to protect its entire face. It shouted:

"Erdan, Sansi, hurry up and make a fire! Fourth bastard, come over with a stick, we have to string it together! Vampire meat can be regenerated. Although it is sour, this little bit is enough for us to eat for a long time."

Well, these four guys actually have names.

Trolls definitely don't bother to name themselves, so their names are most likely given by their current "masters".

"Ahem, I'm sorry to disturb you four's barbecue party, but I am a vampire covered in poison. If you eat me, you will get upset."

Murphy is not afraid of these four idiots.

By the color of their skin, Murphy has learned their weaknesses, but he's not here to kill.

So Murphy threw out the carcasses of several swamp tigers and crocodiles that he had prepared in advance from his luggage. As soon as these bloody meats were thrown out, the stomachs of the four trolls made a gurgling sound at the same time. The troll boss's mouth was watering like a waterfall.

But it didn't step forward to eat immediately, but stopped its three greedy brothers.

The troll boss wearing a weird "wasteland steel armor" roared:

"You! You cunning guy! You can't even think of deceiving me, Da Zhuang! Da Zhuang is the smartest troll warlord under Boss Fei Lun! The boss said that anyone who gives us meat is a bad guy! The bad guys need to be killed!"

Say!

What kind of badass are you? Did Dusk send you to cause destruction?

Da Zhuang tells you!

Everyone who came before was eaten by me, Dazhuang, and my three brothers! "

"Oh?"

Murphy's eyes lit up and he said:

"A few fellow villagers also have a grudge against Huang Wan. This is great. I am their enemy. Forget it, you must not understand this. I am here to discuss business with your boss. I gave these meat to Fei Lun A meeting gift for His Excellency Da Zhuang, the most powerful and powerful troll warlord under the boss.

Can you let me in now? "

"no!"

The strong warlord was very proud of being praised, but he still held the scrap steel warhammer with absolutely astonishing lethality in his hand, shook his head and said:

"Boss Feilun doesn't see anyone else! He's... uh, he's writing a letter! He's writing a letter to his sweetheart. Oh, the boss won't let me talk! Damn it! You cunning vampire! I'm going to be whipped again, all this It’s your fault!”

"Da Zhuang! Kill him! Eat meat!"

"Yes, yes, the boss won't let us talk to other people! He said we would be fooled if we were too stupid."

"The boss can make us eat well. The boss is a good boss! A good boss must listen to what he says, otherwise he will be whipped."

The four trolls suddenly started making noises.

The eyes they looked at Murphy also became unkind. The heavy scrap steel warhammer was grabbed. It seemed that a battle was inevitable.

"But I am indeed a guest of His Excellency Lu Ke Feilun, and an honored guest."

Murphy took off the core orb from his chest, levitated it in front of the four trolls, let them look at what he was holding, and said:

"Look! This is the gift your boss gave me. You must have seen it, right? He is the only one here who can make this kind of thing. It can't be fake, right?"

"Oooh, Erdan has seen this little thing before! Boss Fei Lun has many, many of them, a whole house full of them!"

The second troll pushed his red scrap steel helmet and said to Da Zhuang:

"The boss used to sell this stuff to us to buy meat, but now no one buys it. The boss is very angry! If he can't sell things, he can't buy meat. If he can't keep us fed, he's not a good boss."

"Shut up! I will think to myself, don't talk too much, I am the warlord!"

Da Zhuang pushed his brother who was "showing off his wisdom". He stared at Murphy fiercely and said:

"So, you, weak vampire! Are you here to buy something?"

"Yes, I'm here to give you money."

Murphy laughed and said:

"I gave your boss money. If your boss buys meat, won't you be full? So, you should let me in. This is a good thing for you.

In addition, I have a small camp over there in the Desolate Mountain, and I need the four of you Crouching Dragon and Phoenix chicks to help me fight the jackals. If you are willing to go, I can pay you two meals of meat every day. I will definitely let you Eat well."

"enough!"

Just when Murphy was about to use the power of desire to seduce these four "elite units" who were carefully cultivated and capable of fighting better than ordinary trolls to serve him, a sharp voice suddenly sounded from the core orb in Murphy's hand.

He scolded:

"Stop bullying my poor idiot guards. Their brains are not very good to begin with. Too much thinking is a terrible burden for the 'Four Hungry Brothers'.

you!

Evil guest, come in, I'm waiting for you in the laboratory.

In addition, you'd better explain to me, what kind of mess is contained in this latest computing orb that you personally cracked for me? You're simply insulting my amazing engineering skills.

Come on, enter the laboratory of Suik Feilun, and let me take a good look at you. Lord Murphy, who has become famous recently. "

(End of this chapter)