My Players Are So Fierce

828: 282.

Who says that only players get stuck in BUGs?

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828: 282.

Who says that only players get stuck in BUGs?

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Yet this comes with a price, Valande.

Such a profound bloodline connection is enough to permanently bind Ellen and her esteemed elders together,

which means she would be reborn in the embrace of the night, but it also means she would forever lose her own independent consciousness in embracing her new life, becoming a vassal to another life.

I understand your determination to save your lord.

But I doubt whether you are truly prepared to accept such consequences.”

“That’s under normal circumstances.”

Lady Sunny by Valande’s side snorted.

This robust, brave, and clever highlander looked at the soundly sleeping Ellen with a pitiful glance and, after a few seconds, turned her gaze back to Murphy.

She said,

“The priests in the Barbarian Berserker Temple told me the vampire bloodline contract can be annulled!

With your family’s Source Blood, it’s achievable.

I don’t know where those barbarians learned this secret, but I believe their explanation.

That is to say, as long as you can provide the Source Blood, our Count Shuren will be able to be reborn while still having a free and unconstrained life.”

“Bloody hell!

Are you exploiting a vampire race’s trait as a BUG?

Lady, how are you so smart?”

Murphy viciously complained to himself.

In fact, when he first heard Valande’s request, he had a premonition, but he never expected that these seemingly coarse highlanders would have such finesse and craftiness.

Moreover, judging by Lady Sunny’s determined expression at this moment, their bringing Ellen here to “seek a cure” was not a spontaneous decision; these people had been hiding in the mountains for over two years, surely planning everything.

“Do you know how valuable Source Blood is to a vampire?”

Before Murphy could speak, Cui Si objected first.

The Blood Vulture Duke rebuked,

“In other clans, informal members can’t even dream of seeing the family’s Sacred Blood Pool, let alone for those official clan members registered by the Clan of Secret Blood, drinking Source Blood is a fantasy they dare not indulge in their eternal nights.

It is the foundation of every family; use a little and there’s less left!

Moreover, do you know what happened in Cardman City?

The Blood Vulture Clan’s Sacred Blood Pool has already been destroyed in the disaster; we no longer have Source Blood.”

“That’s not a problem for us to worry about.”

The Valande Knight, now embodying the characteristic stubbornness of his highlanders, spread his arms with an “I don’t give a damn” posture, addressing the three vampires:

“I believe you will find the Source Blood, and I trust you will bestow that precious thing upon our Little Count…

after all, we are offering the loyalty of the entire West Coba’s Earldom and the Winged Cavalry as the price for this healing.

Lady Cui Si, I used to hear the mountain elders talk about the ‘Scarlet Witch’ with fear when I was a child.

Even though those stories have been forgotten by the world outside, I know how powerful and dangerous you once were, and I believe such a person must have their own set of principles.

I’ll be honest, I’m a simple man; I don’t understand politics nor do I care to learn.

But I know, since the founding of the Posya Confederation up to now, a few centuries hence, Westerburg and West Coba’s Earldom have always been external to this nation.

It’s not so much a part of it, but rather, a relationship where both sides have been forced to cooperate due to the threat of the Black Disaster.

Now, however, we are willing to pledge allegiance to the new Lord and Governor.”

The Grey Vulture Knight looked at the contemplative Murphy.

With great seriousness, as if imbued with some Strength, he said,

“Before coming here, we had discussed with all the elders of the mountain tribes in our homeland forests!

We have reached a consensus; as long as the Xikemeier Family bloodline continues in the night, the entirety of West Coba’s Earldom will submit to the new Order you bring.

Not just outward compliance, but truly united as one.

You know us highlanders.

We are coarse, barbaric, and obstinately secluded; we are the ‘Barbarians’ in the mouths of others, not accepted by those who fancy themselves civilized, but we have our rules.

We mean what we say, no two ways about it!

If we pledge allegiance, we will follow through…”

“You’re just looking for a powerful leg to cling to, so don’t make it sound so noble, Valande Knight,”

Unable to listen any longer, Milian, the listening Crimson Regent, spoke up in discontent:

“You suffered heavy casualties in the battle in Westerburg two years ago.

In the impending atmosphere of the Black Disaster, you need to find a haven.

The Golden Flower Kingdom will not accept you, and the Northerners oppose you as well, because you have Barbarian blood, and the Northerners’ biggest enemies on the Great Wilderness’ North Boundary defensive line are those West Sacha Barbarians.

The only road you have left to travel is to join us!

Pffft, who said all highlanders are fools?

You’re quite the shrewd one, aren’t you?”

“Alright, Milian, we shouldn’t be so rude to our comrades,”

Murphy waved to ask his Governor to stand down, squinting at the Grey Vulture Knight who appeared coarse but was indeed savvy.

After pondering for a moment, he said,

“How many people are currently in West Coba’s Earldom, including the highlanders?”

“There are 146 tribes of various sizes scattered throughout the northern forests of West Coba’s Earldom, totaling about seventy thousand people.”