“Ding!”


    The student yer Miaomiao Shark, who was practicing flying in the dark night, had just taken off by pping his Blood Wings when a quest trigger sound came from his Computation Bead. He looked down in the darkness and saw a very strange quest refresh:


    【Racial event ‘Vampire: Dancing with Wolves’ has been triggered!


    Event description: The vanguard of the Blood Vulture n’s ancient enemy, the Wolfsbane vampires, is approaching Crimson Citadel. The berserkers from the Greyw n firmly believe in the weakness of the Blood Vultures. They want to put an end to the ancient grudge tonight andpletely erase the Blood Vultures from vampire history.


    Of course, this is not just a war about n grudges; it’s also about power, prestige, and a future that cannot be abandoned.


    This is a struggle between ambitions!


    And you!


    As a young member of the Blood Vulture n, you must respond to this call of blood and participate in the interception of the enemy with supreme courage!


    This is a responsibility you cannot avoid.Event objective: Enter the city sewers and fight and hunt down all Wolfsbane elites who have entered Crimson Citadel until they are defeated or surrender.


    Event rewards: Vampire Blood Vulture n reputation ‘n Knight’ title granted, vampire special gamey ‘Blood Spirit Capture’ unlocked, Thorn n reputation shop opened, Blood Pact n reputation shop opened.


    Event failure punishment: Revnor Murphy Lessenbra dies in battle, Blood Vulture n exists in name only, control of Crimson Citadel and Transia changes hands to the Wolfsbane n.


    Developer’s note!


    This event is a test session for the ‘Racial Main Quest’ storyline. The above rewards can only be obtained by official members of the Blood Vulture n.


    Non-Blood Vulture n members can participate in the battle as ‘allies’ and pick up drops, but cannot receive corresponding rewards for the racial main quest.


    Developer’s note!


    This event is the beginning of the ‘Racial Main Quest’ gamey. Different racial main quests will beunched sessively in the game process for yers of different races to y.】


    “Damn? Suddenly pulling this intense stunt?”


    Miaomiao Shark, who was floating back and forth in the air, hurriedly folded his wings and glided towards the sewer. He kept elerating in the air, and when he finallynded, he saw that all the vampire yers had already arrived.


    In addition to the first batch of twelve Blood Vulture elites, there were more than 30 people who joined the n in the second batch. As one of the two mainstream power systems in the current game, vampires were still very attractive.


    Although other yers didn’t trigger the racial main quest “Dancing with Wolves”, they had already received the news and were rushing back to Crimson Citadel.


    Although this matter nominally had nothing to do with these humans, the quest also said that they could participate in the battle as allies and pick up drops.


    Isn’t this a coincidence?


    A few days ago, a yer posted a strategy on the forum that the special weapon Wolfsbane sword cane could be exchanged for an advanced sword technique from Lord Murphy. Now, interested yers were looking for “wild elites” everywhere. As a result, more than 300 were spawned directly, averaging two per person with extras to spare!


    Tsk tsk!


    The development team is really considerate, isn’t it?


    “Lord Murphy is here! The youngdy and E-sister are both here! Even Captain Bonnie and little widow Mary are here! Howe Count Andrei and the Archer Knight are also bringing people over? Damn, the Blood Vulture n is bringing the whole family in one go!


    Except for Lady Tris sitting tight, all the other vampire NPCs are here. It’s a grand scene!


    Quick, quick, call for people on the forum!


    Tell those who just logged off toe back online and join the battle!”


    The little yers eximed.


    In the sky before their eyes were blood-colored wings spread out. Currently, the number of NPCs in the Blood Vulture n was notrge. Even counting the batch of members like the unfortunate Mary who were allowed to rejoin the n, there were less than 60 people. Adding the vampire yers, they were far outnumbered by the Wolfsbane n invaders.


    However, the good news was that the Thorn n and Blood Pact n had also joined the battle, and the Blood Servants of all three sides were allowed to participate. Counting this way, the defenders had a slight advantage in numbers, but the fact that the opponents were all elites still made this battle very dangerous.


    “Neigh, neigh”


    The sound of war horses neighing came from the end of the street.


    The gathered yers turned their heads and saw Guildmaster Natalie from the Adventurer’s Guild appear on the street, carrying her famous greatsword on her back.


    Femis saw her approaching and raised her hand to stop her. Hovering in the air, she shook her head and said in a deep voice:


    “Thank you for your kindness, but this is vampire internal affairs! Witch Hunters cannot participate.”


    “We didn’t intend to participate. Many Witch Hunters said that if you all died in the sewers, it would be the most perfect ending for tonight. Of course, I don’t think this statement is correct,” Natalie replied, riding on her warhorse Maple Leaf:


    “We will guard the sewer exits. Regardless of the oue of tonight’s battle, Witch Hunters cannot allow Wolfsbane vampires to harm innocent people on thisnd. Old Eugene and Grandma Marianne have already set out. You can go down without worries.


    Leave the ground to us.”


    “Your words sound strange, as if urging us to depart. Don’t worry, Guildmaster Natalie, even if I have to crawl, I will crawl back to continue leading thisnd.


    My fate is now forever tied to Transia.”


    Murphy shook his head but didn’t say much more.


    He turned back to look at his increasingly gathered yer warriors. He wanted to say a few more words to boost morale, but in this situation, the atmosphere had already naturally reached its peak, no longer needing him to give a pre-battle speech.


    So Murphy announced in a brief, deep voice:


    “Members of the Blood Vulture n! In the name of Grand Duchess Tris, follow me into the sewers! Until thest of us returns to eternal rest, the territory of the Blood Vulture n will not allow other ns to taint it!”


    “Kill them all!”


    Cheche and Ah Yuen waved their weapons and screamed, and other vampire yers also responded, as if at this moment they had truly be loyal elites of the Blood Vulture n.


    It was as if a new group had formed within the yermunity.


    Using identitybels to divide people is a very bad behavior, but you have to admit that when a group has somemonalities that everyone recognizes, their unity will greatly increase.


    “Hohoho, today I, Giant Shark, will ughter for the Night Mother with my teeth!”


    In the crowd, a peculiarly styled bald vampire carrying a huge weapon raised both hands and howled, making other vampire NPCs look at him with strange expressions.


    Well, for vampires, a bald hairstyle is indeed a bit too avant-garde, and why does this guy look so crazy?


    Is he perhaps Captain Bonnie’s descendant?


    “Hey, say, you haven’t thrown away that unfortunate weapon yet?” Brother Stick stepped forward and teased:


    “Isn’t it a bit too much for a vampire on an agility path to use such a heavy weapon?”


    “Hehe, it’s for exercising the body, nothing to be ashamed of.” Giant Shark Uncle grinned and said proudly with his hands on his hips:


    “I, Giant Shark, am a martial arts genius! Just yesterday, I was favored by Lord Kudel who taught me a set of Gale Fist techniques. I am the legendary first vampire monk!”


    “You? The first?”


    Sister Pomegranate, who was nearby, heard this and rolled her eyes, saying:


    “Where do you put me then?”


    “Oh my, how dare Ipare myself to you? I, Giant Shark, will always be your loyal little brother.”


    Giant Shark Uncle, who was just boasting proudly, immediately became submissive.


    He might be a bit reckless, but he’s not stupid.


    Although both of them had transformed into the rare Vampire Monk, hisbat power was probably no match for a professional like Sister Pomegranate. He’d likely be taken down within 10 moves.


    Both had received the secret manual of the Gale Fist from the Scattered Fighting Sect from Kudel, but the same set of fists in Sister Pomegranate’s hands was infinitely powerful and varied, while in his hands, Giant Shark Uncle’s moves were as threatening as a kitten’s paw.


    “Tch, keep up! I’ll teach you something in a bit.”


    Sister Pomegranate snapped her fingers, and the bald vampire Giant Shark Uncle immediately followed with a beaming smile.


    “Can’t we really go down and join the battle?”


    Some yers were left guarding on the ground.


    They were all members of the Avalon Church faction. The youngdy had just explicitly stated that this was vampire internal affairs, and Witch Hunters couldn’t participate.


    This reason made this group of yers very frustrated, but Meow King didn’t mind. On the contrary, his eyes lit up as if he’d discovered a new continent, and he said to his brothers in his faction:


    “If vampires have racial quests, then we humans must have them too, and I reckon Avalon Church might have simr main storyline conflictster!


    When that timees, it’ll be our turn to carry the g, and the vampire yers will be drooling on the sidelines. You must always believe in the majesty of our God and the generosity of Avalon’s boss!


    Besides, these vampires will definitely run out of the sewers.”


    Meow King said with a sneer:


    “Keep a close watch!


    As soon as they run out, they’re our prey. At that time, no matter how many you kill, as long as you participate in the battle, you’ll get a share of the loot! I’ll personally distribute it this time.


    We’re all church brothers, Avalon people don’t cheat Avalon people, and we won’t do that auction nonsense, but if you ck off…”


    “Pah! Only dogs ck off.”


    Feel You Poor, riding a manticore nearby, and hispanion Bursting Belly chimed in.


    They had just sent Life Is Pretty Good down to the sewers. That guy hadn’t joined the old church, theoretically still a free agent, and was already eager to try out his “Trickster” tactics. Along with him went a strange fellow named “Typal”, also an administrative yer.


    Well, that guy was really strange in every sense of the word.


    ——


    “The ghouls have been disturbed!”


    In the third level of the sewer cavern, as the Wolfsbane n and Gnoll barbarians entered inrge numbers, those ghouls on the lower levels that hadn’t been fully dealt with once again became agitated as they smelled the scent of life.


    These foul-smelling creatures rushed out in groups from the honeb-like rock walls, approaching the area where the Wolfsbane n and Gnoll vanguard were located.


    “That’s not a problem we need to worry about.”


    Korando didn’t even look at those disgusting ghouls ahead. He said:


    “Leave them to the Gnolls to handle. Isn’t that why we brought them?”


    “Father, those guys will run.”


    Stander stepped forward and said to Korando:


    “These Gnolls won’t fight to the death for our benefit.”


    “No, they won’t run. They’ll stay here and fight for our benefit until the very end.”


    Mark Korando gave a coldugh.


    A few secondster, a muffled roar sounded from the tunnel behind. The Wolfsbane thugs who stayed behind used explosives to destroy the rear passage.


    Thispletely cut off any possibility for the Gnoll barbarians to leave.


    In the current situation, these elite Gnolls borrowed from Kenport had only one way to survive: to follow the vampires to the bitter end.


    As expected of the Greyw faction, considered extreme even among the Wolfsbane n, they were not only harsh on themselves but even harsher on others.


    “Move!”


    At Korando’smand, he led the Greyw faction’s elites along the uneven cavern walls, nimbly rushing into the crevice between the third and second levels.


    In the ancient sewer area ahead of the Wolfsbane n, Murphy and his n vampires had alreadypleted their defensive positions.


    In the darkness of this sewer, Korando, holding his sword-cane, looked at those faces in the shadows ahead. He could clearly see that the opposing vampires were divided into two “camps”.


    The NPCs all had grim faces, united against amon enemy, while the little yers were itching for action, clenching their fists in anticipation.


    Moreover, Korando not only saw the Blood Vulture n, but also the Thorn n standing with them, and most troublesome were the Blood Pact Bow Knights holding their war bows.


    “No wonder you had the guts to set this trap!”


    The Greyw leader said with a cold smile:


    “So you have Lord Payne backing you up. But you don’t seem to be highly regarded by the Lord, Mr. Murphy. Howe only one Silver Rank bow knight came?


    Can I understand this to mean that in the Lord’s eyes, you and the Blood Vulture n are of little importance?”


    “What you think doesn’t matter!”


    Murphy stood at the defense line leading to the first level of the sewer, both hands resting on Necessary Evil. Facing Korando’s provocation and the intermittent wild howls of the Wolfsbane warriors in front, he said coldly:


    “What matters is that we have all stepped into this fated ce! Uninvited guests, please don’t mind the squalor of the Crimson Citadel’s sewers.


    After all, by the standards of a tomb prepared for an ambitious person, it’s really quite perfect.”


    As he spoke, Murphy took the sword-cane left by Joban from Maxim beside him.


    He threw this first memorable weapon he had personally hunted right in front of Korando. The Blood Vulture lord said softly:


    “I’m truly an unqualified vampire. I wasn’t able to follow the ancient tradition of delivering the news of your son’s death to you as his killer, adding another stroke to this ancient blood feud.


    But betterte than never.


    I dere to you, Lord Korando, that your illegitimate son and blood descendant, Joban Marci Gongreau, died by my hand.”


    “You should call him by his true surname, he’s a Korando!”


    Korando bent down to pick up his son’s weapon, gripping the hilt to draw it out. He said:


    “I’m also a Korando! My future family will also bear this name.


    Gongreau is already an outdated past tense. As long as we seize victory tonight! Both the arrogance of Lessenbra and the decay of Gongreau will be buried in history!”


    “Arrogant and boring ambition.”


    Lady Femismented:


    “No wonder old Edward sent you here to die.”


    “This is why you are an unqualified vampire, Femis.”


    Murphy shook his head.


    He raised Necessary Evil in his hand, its dim de pointing straight ahead.


    The entire sewer fell silent at this moment. Whether little yers or wild Greyw descendants, all their gazes were focused on Murphy.


    The Blood Vulture Count paused.


    He said in a low voice, as if making a deration:


    “Ambition is a beautiful thing for us, it needs to be watered with fresh blood to bear the fruit of hope.”


    “But hope never exists in the past, it only blooms in the future! Let the most outstanding ambitious ones cultivate it themselves.”


    As if in response, the sword in Korando’s hand also pointed at Murphy at this moment. In the next instant as their eyes met, the most primitive and powerful core function of vampires, the blood thirst instinct, was activated simultaneously.


    Blood Wings spread open in an instant, and wild ws extended in response.


    The two were the leaders and vanguards of their respective factions. At the moment their weapons shed, the sparks that flew were like droplets falling into gasoline, causing the descendants of both sides to let out a war cry in unison.


    Like the collision of flood and fire, itpletely ignited the chaotic and cruel war in this sunless ce.


    This was destined to be a war with only victors!


    Because the winners would devour everything of the losers, skinning them to the bone and squeezing out thest delicious bits to strengthen themselves. There was no option to admit defeat, no possibility of surrender!


    Only the one still standing after thest glimmer of blood fades would have the right to sip the wine of victory.


    Just like the tragedy that the vampire ns have repeated for a thousand years on thisnd, betrayal, devouring, and conspiracy, the Night Mother seemed to never tire of this wonderful drama.


    So fight!


    Fight!


    For equally outstanding ambitions, add another stroke to the ancient hatred on this night.