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Everywhere they looked, they saw the aftermath of a burning battlefield. The statues left behind by the defeated Wolfsbane and Blood Vulture vampires were bizarre and varied, but that was nothing compared to the state of the players.

Due to the disparity in individual strength, players found it difficult to defeat Wolfsbane elites one-on-one. However, the allure of drops and the racial main quest pushed players to adopt a rather “aggressive” strategy.

“I think fixing the corpse-leaving bug after death isn’t always a good thing,” Three to Five Pecks muttered softly.

He glanced at the charred bones at his feet, almost blasted to pieces, and bent down to retrieve the twisted spirit dog tags from the carbonized corpse. The name “Brother Loyalty” was barely visible on them.

Next to this burned corpse was something indescribable, like a “Wolfsbane chop” burned crisp on the outside and tender inside, vaguely resembling a human shape.

The most tragic part was that the Wolfsbane Spirit Mage, who had been blown up and set on fire, wasn’t dead yet. The superhuman constitution of Wolfsbane allowed her to still regenerate.

“Grab her, grab her! We can sell her to the Fight Club as a gladiator. This elite is worth at least 100 gold coins!”

Nearby, Old Tune and Black Stockings had no psychological burden at all. They took out ropes and tied up the miserable Wolfsbane elite. Meow King ignored his brothers’ actions, which resembled those of a “slave-catching team,” and simply looked around at the sewers that were gradually quieting down.

It was now approaching dawn, and more than three hours had passed since the Wolfsbane attack began. The most intense and frenzied battles had come to an end.

Just from the scene before them, it was clear that both players and NPCs had suffered heavy losses.

Apart from the battle in the Blood Vulture Halls where only three people survived, this was probably the toughest and most brutal fight players had experienced in the game.

So Meow King quickly sent a message in the world channel:

Meow King: 【Any brothers still alive in the sewers? Make a sound, report your coordinates, we’ll come to get you.】

Sword Saint Ashina: 【None left, wuwuwu, they’re all gone, I’m the only one left from the Silver Moon team, it’s a total wipeout this time, so tragic.】

Meow King: 【Sister Pomegranate died too? No way!】

Sword Saint Ashina: 【We encountered a very powerful named elite monster called Stander, the same one we met by the river last time!

Lumina and Fatal Orchid used bombs to hold him off, that useless Lady Aqua was taken out at the start just like last time, Sister Pomegranate finally did a ‘Heaven and Earth Perish Together’ move, anyway it was very impressive.

But it doesn’t matter much, we got some great drops.

Look!

Item link】

Precipitation Niuniu Is Not Afraid of Difficulties: 【!!! A Commander-level sword-staff and a full set of Wolfsbane battle armor? And it’s Masterwork Quality? Damn! These stats are insane! Even better than the clan guard set. This is probably the best Quality equipment dropped from monsters so far, right? My sister is in luck now.】

Like A Tiger Can Edge Wood: 【Coordinates XXX:XXX! All brothers who can still move, come here, the last group of Wolfsbane thugs are hiding here! Come and finish them off!

These bastards took out all four of my brothers, I can’t swallow this anger!】

Tiger Leopard Rider-Dou: 【Brothers who are still alive, sound off! Brother Stick was just ambushed and taken out by three elites, now it’s my turn to command.】

Meow King: 【1】

Kind-Face Giant Shark Uncle: 【2】

Medical Insurance Warrior Great Sion: 【3】

Frostfang Claw: 【4】

Honorary Knight Typal: 【27】

Feel You Poor: 【28 sadly, my poor Manticore Keeper, poor Bursting Belly just had his head bitten off by an Astral Wolf, otherwise we’d have one more.】

Meow King: 【Damn! Is this all that’s left? No more? We lost 112 people in one battle? Don’t you guys know how to play?】

Sword Saint Ashina: 【You should be content, last time we fought a raid instance only 3 survived in the end, now we have 30 left which proves we’ve improved, okay?

The enemies are elites from another family’s faction, theoretically these monsters are about as strong as the Blood Vulture Clan hall guards, don’t think they’re just randomly spawned elite monsters.

Alright, enough talk, hurry up and gather!

Hmm, Lord Kudel and Lord Murphy and the young lady are here too, hurry up! Otherwise you won’t get any drops!】

Frostfang Claw: 【Um. I just accepted a quest from the Blood Rat Gang. Dorothy wants us to capture Wolfsbane warriors alive as gladiators. As long as they’re alive, we can exchange one for 300 gold coins plus reputation rewards.】

Feel You Poor: 【Only 300? This NPC is too stingy.】

Frostfang Claw: 【Equipment drops are all ours. She just wants the people】

Meow King: 【Hey, that’s more like it! Brothers, our ‘Big Bird Spin Spin Spin’ slave-catching team is temporarily established, I’ll entangle them, you all switch to blunt weapons.

Go easy on them later.】

Construction Site Old Man: 【What kind of broken name is that for your team! I had to look it up online to know what it means, it’s corrupting public morals!】

Heaven’s Chosen Grayman: 【Damn! Mentor, why are you here too? You should go back quickly! A level 3 noob like you shouldn’t join in such dangerous excitement!

If you die, it’ll take three days to respawn.】

Construction Site Old Man: 【Get lost, character level is just superficial, the power of knowledge isn’t limited by such things, I’m directing my four guards to bury explosives now.

You young people, ah, you should learn to use knowledge, understand?】

Sword Saint Ashina: 【??? Grandpa, what are you talking about? Why don’t I understand?】

“Boom”

A subsequent huge explosion shook most of the sewer and filled the world channel with cries of distress.

As the ground shook and debris flew everywhere, Professor Chen, the Construction Site Old Man, looked satisfied at the tunnel in front of him that had almost instantly collapsed completely due to several structural stress points being destroyed simultaneously.

Under the dumbfounded gaze of Brother Mao beside him, and the applause of Kudel, Murphy, and Femis, Old Chen, who had personally detonated the precisely buried explosives to wipe out the hiding Wolfsbane elites in one go, leisurely said in the world channel:

Construction Site Old Man: 【No need to come anymore, the enemies have been dealt with. I suppose this is what you call ‘terrain kill’?

I really can’t understand how you could suffer such heavy casualties when this could be solved with just a bit of Novice-level geological knowledge and some explosives.

Children, ah, you need to use your brains even when playing games.】

Meow King: 【666, Crazy Engineer Grandpa Chen is awesome! I’m scared out of my wits.】

Meanwhile, at the entrance of the newly collapsed tunnel, Femis was looking at Old Chen, who was saying something to Kudel, with a strange expression.

This scholarly old man had just buried 37 Wolfsbane elites with only seven or eight detonators, an efficiency of killing comparable to a high-level spirit technique.

“Are even the old men from that side so crazy?”

The young lady poked Murphy’s arm and said in a low voice:

“How on earth did you find these weird people? And how did he know that blasting those key points and putting in explosives would collapse the entire tunnel?

He didn’t even do much calculation, just felt those places, is he some kind of earth priest who can communicate with earth spirits?

No!

Even an earth priest couldn’t do something like this, I’ve seen it with my own eyes.”

“This is the power of physics and geology,”

Murphy said softly:

“They have many things worth learning from, and this is a vivid example, but no matter what, we’ve won, and that’s enough!

Let’s go.

Report this good news to Tris.

She must be anxious by now.”

——

“Hmm?”

In the far northwestern corner of the continent, on Greenleaf Island in the Misty City, the sky remained dim even at dawn in this peculiar city.

Old Edward, the tanner who had just completed an outstanding piece in his leather workshop, and also the Grand Duke of the Wolfsbane Clan, suddenly felt a pain in his chest.

It was as if a small knife had lightly poked his heart.

As an ancient being, he certainly knew this wasn’t a sign of a heart attack, but rather the indication that one of his descendants had just passed away.

“Hmm, Korando, you ambitious criminal, a thug who dreamed of becoming the king of criminals, a violent brute who stubbornly refused to submit to Wolfsbane’s rules.

A bloodthirsty wild wolf that was difficult to control, the news from afar heralding your death has made even me, the elder you saw as senile, taste the flavor of ‘sorrow’ once again.”

Old Edward sneered as he removed his tanner’s gloves, his gloomy face showing no trace of sorrow.

Although the death of a descendant would weaken him, for an ancient being who had entered the Golden rank 900 years ago, as one of the strongest powers on this continent, he had many ways to compensate for this slight weakness.

Fate is always exceptionally generous to the strong.

The death of the uncontrollable leader of the Greyclaw Clan meant that this despicable violent faction would soon vanish into thin air, becoming just a minor ripple in the ancient history of the Wolfsbane Clan.

This good news made the corners of Old Edward’s mouth curl up slightly, and he even began to hum an extremely old ballad, which was rare for him.

He walked lightly to the study of his large villa in the inner ring of Misty City, took out a bottle of 400-year-old moonlight wine from his beloved liquor cabinet, uncorked it, and poured himself a small glass.

Tonight was a moment worth commemorating, deserving of a small drink.

But just as Old Edward was putting the fine wine back in the cabinet, he suddenly turned his head towards the window of the study. Under the dim night, black rose petals were dancing in an eerie rhythm, representing an “uninvited guest” coming to visit at this time.

“Hmph.”

The Grand Duke of Wolfsbane let out an impatient nasal sound from his nostrils as his good mood was disturbed.

But as an ancient being, he couldn’t turn away a guest at the door, so he stroked his well-trimmed beard, leaned on his beloved black wolf cane, and went forward to open the window.

Amidst the thick scent of roses, Lord Palanno, with his golden hair like a lion’s mane, appeared in his slender form in Old Edward’s study.

This romantic knight wasn’t wearing heavy armor, but instead was dressed in traditional Greenleaf Island attire, with a long-sleeved vest on top and bottoms that Old Edward found a bit hard to look at directly.

To put it simply, Knight Palanno was wearing a skirt, but it wasn’t women’s clothing! Let’s emphasize this once! This was the traditional costume of the Isa people of Greenleaf Island.

Who knows why the ancestors chose men’s skirts as tradition, but history is often unreasonable in this aspect.

“I salute you, Rose Knight,” Old Edward said politely, leaning on his cane to this Golden Knight who visited late at night:

“You should be at Dunwich Palace discussing with the sun-like King Louis about the response to the Black Disaster. What wind has blown you here?”

“Do I need a reason to return to my own home?” The romantic Knight Palanno was clearly in a bad mood tonight, saying in a harsh tone:

“This villa of yours happened to be part of my fief when I was still alive. Although my favorite castle has been leveled by time, this land still remembers its master!”

This rare cold response made Old Edward blink his eyes. He also became impolite, raising his wine glass and saying:

“Then, what brings you here?”

“The Greyclaw faction under the Wolfsbane Clan has done wrong!”

Palanno didn’t bother to waste words with Old Edward. As he had once claimed, the Rose Knight was always unwilling to pay too much attention to ugly things he didn’t approve of.

And the ancient being before him, from any perspective, was very much not in line with Knight Palanno’s aesthetics.

So he said in an interrogative tone:

“You, Grand Duke Edward of Wolfsbane, do you know that the faction leader you personally appointed has colluded with the gnolls in Transia, attempting to launch a cowardly sneak attack on the Blood Vulture Clan, which has just rebuilt its forces?”

“I don’t know, sir,” Old Edward rolled his eyes and replied rudely:

“I’m old, my eyes are no longer sharp, and my ears are no longer keen.

My authority is not what it used to be, I can hardly control those eager new talents in the family who are itching to try their hand, they increasingly disregard me, the old clan leader.

But isn’t this the cruel thing forged by fate?

Old men are always marginalized, and even in the Wolfsbane Clan, which you scold as not following rules, the Greyclaw faction is the most radical group!

To prevent their wild actions from causing big trouble in Misty City, I specially sent them to Transia to assist in the defense against the Black Disaster.

That place is thousands of kilometers away from here, how could I possibly fully control my disobedient descendants?

Moreover, given the century-old feud between Wolfsbane and Blood Vulture, to be honest, I don’t think my descendants did anything wrong. This is how vampire clans interact with each other, Lord Palanno.

You’re not new to being a vampire, are you?

Why make such a fuss?”

“I know our dark nature, but how do you explain your servants handing over the defense map of the Cato region to the gnoll warlords?” Palanno scolded.

These words made Old Edward’s heart skip a beat, followed by a vicious curse.

Damn it!

Korando had crossed the line!

Colluding with gnolls to attack Blood Vulture could barely be explained as irrational behavior caused by family hatred, but handing over the defense information of an entire region to the gnolls was a completely different concept.

No wonder the First Lord of this Blood Pact Knights team was so angry and came to rebuke him so undiplomatically.

“Then he deserved to die! Tonight’s wine has been given the reminder of punishment,” Old Edward said coldly:

“It seems I’ve been lax in educating my descendants. I apologize to you, Lord Palanno, but there’s good news here that might soothe your anger.

Just now, I sensed Korando’s eternal rest from the distant blood vibration.

That heinous traitor is already dead!

Perhaps my old friend Lady Tris took action to give him a decent ending, avoiding further escalation of the situation.”

“You and I both know that Korando’s death doesn’t solve any problems!” Palanno shook his head. He could feel Old Edward deliberately changing the subject, and this knight who pursued all things beautiful deeply despised such behavior. He said sternly:

“Your Wolfsbane Clan has a really big problem, you must give me an explanation, right here! Make a vow to change, otherwise.”

“Otherwise what?” Old Edward turned back, looking at the Golden Knight Palanno sinisterly.

He said:

“What cruel threat does Your Excellency want to utter on Wolfsbane territory? You know, this doesn’t conform to the ancient rules, although we don’t follow those rules either.

But Knight Palanno!

I hope you realize your position. You are only the First Lord of the Blood Pact Knights team. You have no right to demand any guarantee or explanation from a Grand Duke.

Even if you were once a prince of this country, that’s in the past. You are now a guest! And I, I am the master here!

So, please observe the etiquette a guest should have.”

“Indeed, Palanno doesn’t have the qualifications to demand promises from the esteemed ancient one, so to make tonight’s inquiry conform to ancient traditions, I had to put aside the defense matters of the Dark Mountain range and travel thousands of kilometers to come here in person… However, the best reward I can get for this long journey is just an answer I don’t care about.”

As Edward’s mockery fell, a chilling voice that made the Grand Duke of Wolfsbane’s hair stand on end sounded from outside his study.

As the door was pushed open from the outside, Lord Payne, dressed in a blood-colored ceremonial robe, walked in with his hands behind his back.

He didn’t look like a guest, but more like the master of this place.

Behind the Lord, the Third Lord, Lady Yvette, holding the crimson sacred spear “Eternal Silence,” and carrying an exquisite blood stone cross, followed step by step.

Seeing this crimson sacred spear symbolizing midnight arbitration and the cross torture instrument that once sent off the Blood Dread patriarch being brought into Wolfsbane territory on Greenleaf Island by Lord Payne, Old Edward’s eyes contracted to the extreme.

He knew.

He was in big trouble.