Brother Miao Miao stood in the ruins of Moreland Village holding a blood-stained dung fork, stupidly watching the ferocious hunter in front of him fall to the ground under the attack of Shen Niu Niu and his own NPC.
Although this was not his first time participating in a test, and he was certainly not a young man who had never seen the world before, Brother Mew Miao's heart was still beating loudly.
There were two voices fighting in his head.
The rational one told him that this was just a game, so he must calm down! The more excited voice grabbed his brain and roared.
Look at all this!
The bloody sunset, the collapsed ruins, the companions who stood with him after the bloody battle, and the powerful enemy who was finally defeated. The hands of war are frantically teasing the most primitive wildness deep in this man's heart.
!
He could feel his heart stopping for a few seconds because the dangerous guy in front of him fell to the ground.
real!
I just really fought a battle with these vicious enemies!
And he won!
So, fuck rationality.
"We win, we win!"
Brother Meow Meow raised the dung fork in his hand and roared, so excited that he almost broke his voice. The little players around him woke up from their dreams. They all cheered too, even the powerful little sister Lumina who had broken her leg.
With Miriam's support, they all raised the dwarf shotguns in their hands.
This scene is very similar to a game team after successfully conquering a dungeon and getting the first kill. However, the huge sense of accomplishment and satisfaction they gained at this time is simply not available in those paper games.
The cheers from behind made Chen Niu Niu, who had just completed a "defeat", feel unreal.
He looked at the witch hunter hunting captain who was knocked down by him and the heavy and strange steam mechanical weapon that fell to the ground. It was like the feeling after the adrenaline faded, making him feel dizzy and panting as he sat down.
on the ground.
The sneak attack just now was so exciting. What's the difference between that and charging down the tower with an AK blast?
He himself didn't expect that he could run so fast. He was still confused when he first came online, but in an instant he became everyone's hero.
This game is really awesome!
Brother Chen Niuniu looked at his hands that were exactly the same in the game as in reality, and then a shadow shrouded in front of him. He raised his head and saw the handsome NPC reaching out to him.
"Is this your first time experiencing this feeling?"
Murphy, standing with a sword in the alternating background of dusk and dusk, asked softly, his scarlet cloak swinging behind him, as if to block the last ray of light.
The sports students were stunned for a while.
Damn, this real-time calculated CG animation is so impressive!
"ah?"
Chen Niuniu replied stupidly.
He didn't quite understand what the NPC was talking about, but he still accepted Murphy's help, held his hand and was pulled up from the ground.
Then he heard Murphy say:
"I mean, drinking the wine of victory makes people want to be immersed in it. That feeling is called survival. My warrior, look, your friends are treating you as a hero!
Just as I regard you as a rare soldier sent from heaven, you are a true warrior!"
"hey-hey"
Shen Niuniu subconsciously looked back at the players behind him who could still stand up. The guys headed by Brother Miao Miao were whistling and making strange noises at him.
This scene made him feel like he felt when he was on the podium when he broke the record in the school sports meeting, and it also made him feel embarrassed and somewhat proud as he stretched out his thumb to wipe his dusty nose.
"This feels really good, Murphy. Uh, Lord Murphy!"
He replied, and then saw Murphy bending down, pulling out an exquisite hunting knife from the waist of the unconscious female hunter, and handing it to him with both hands in a respectful gesture, saying:
"Today, you are also the hero of the destroyed village of Moreland. Those who died tragically will thank you for your kindness. Accept it. This is what you deserve."
"Uh, thank you."
Chen Niuniu immediately stretched out his hands and took the weapon.
He felt like he had received a trophy. Although this was only in a virtual reality game, there was no way it could be helped. The atmosphere was already enhanced to this point, right?
"Mr. Murphy! Those four hot-blooded witch hunters at the entrance of the village have escaped!"
The Spicy Gugu Chicken, which ran over with half a sword in hand, was very excited. He reported to Murphy with a nondescript salute gesture:
"Should we give chase?"
"Can any of you ride a horse? Warriors."
Murphy raised his voice and asked. As a result, the young players who were cheering just now suddenly became speechless. You look at me, I look at you. Finally, Brother Meow Meow said with a weird expression:
"The dump truck usually likes these tunes. He should be able to ride it."
"Where is this warrior now?"
Murphy asked further, and Brother Mew Miao shrugged, pointed to the collapsed "sniper platform" from a high place, and whispered:
"Probably they have been sieved."
"Then you are talking about a bird."
Murphy, who was hesitant to speak, suppressed the huge desire to complain in his heart, and then shook his head in a calm manner as an NPC should, and said:
"It seems that we can't pursue them. The witch hunters' war horses are specially domesticated and are fast and have strong endurance. It's not dark at this time and I can't catch up with them.
But this is still a memorable victory, and you once again proved your courage and potential."
His eyes swept across the players who were still alive, and there were only 9 of the 12 players left, which made Murphy feel a little regretful.
Although they have tried their best to adjust their tactics, the gap between novice players and witch hunters is still a bit wide. The loss of three people has reached the failure threshold of the fourth novice guide mission.
But that's okay.
A group of rookies can fight like this. If they cooperate with each other and find another team of witch hunters to practice after dark, they may be able to pass.
At this moment, Ah Yu's shout suddenly sounded from behind:
"Come here quickly! Pigeon Bao is still alive, although he only has one breath left."
Hearing this, the little players who could still move immediately ran over to help, just like earthquake relief. After a few minutes, they carried the lead pigeon, which was covered in blood, out of the collapsed second-floor house.
This injury caused everyone who saw it to take a breath of air.
It's too awful!
His whole body was covered in blood and flesh, as if he had been lifted out of a coal kiln.
"Damn! This pain is too real!"
The good pigeon, whose whole body was covered in blood, was convulsing and looking around, while shouting:
"Why doesn't this game have a button to turn off pain perception? It hurts to death when I step on a horse."
"The pain sensation has weakened, you noob."
Brother Ming Miao, who was holding a manure fork, glanced at Pigeon Bao and said:
"In reality, your injury would have already caused you to suffer, at least you would be in a coma. The fact that you are still jumping around and howling right now is a good indication of the problem. However, if you are injured like this, you should have been disconnected for protection. How can you still be alive?
"
"Oh, I did feel dizzy a few times as if I was about to go offline."
Ge Bao said honestly:
"But when I thought about dying, it would take three days before I could be revived, and I didn't want to be laughed at, so I had to grit my teeth and hold on, thinking that you guys could rescue me."
"Fuck, do you need to be so hard-core? My poor pigeon baby."
Ah Yuan half-knelt beside him, patted the head of the leading pigeon and said half-truthfully:
"You are really brave to avoid being called a noob. Dad is convinced. My son has grown up. I'll treat dad to lunch! You can eat whatever you want."
"Hey, let's have chicken for lunch. At least a big roast chicken."
".walk slowly!"
Murphy stood outside the crowd, shocked by the untimely perseverance of his little charlatan.
But this is indeed a good thing, because when Ge Bao was carried back, a message that the task was completed popped up on the character card in front of him:
[Novice Guidance Task (4/6): Advanced Practical Test (Completed)
Evaluation: 2 manpower lost, task completion is excellent.
Reward: Test invitation code +5, item recognition function unlocked.
Extra rewards for excellent completion: experience points and upgrade functions are unlocked in advance.
Developer's note: Although you have good eyesight and don't have the ability to follow your words, I still think you are very suitable to become a professional RTS player. Have you ever considered changing careers? 】
Murphy showed a satisfied smile.
He looked back at his little players. Brother Mingmiao and Gebao, who had already experienced it, saw his expression and knew that this was a sign that this round of testing was about to end again, so Brother Mingmiao stepped forward and said sincerely
explain:
"Mr. Murphy, I know this request is a bit excessive, but we hope to stay in this world for a while longer so that we can better adapt to it."
"Yes, Master Murphy, this village is so miserable."
The Cuckoo Chicken and Ayun beside them also asked for help:
"We can stay here and help you search. Uh, I mean, helping the poor red-haired girl bury her relatives and friends is one of the few things we can do for this village.
Of course Gebao should let him go back, he is too miserable."
"this"
Murphy didn't need to look closely to know what the young players wanted to do. He just felt that the open beta was not open now, and every opportunity to go online was rare, so it was understandable to want to stop for a while.
So he pretended to be a little embarrassed, and after "hard thinking", he said to the eager little players:
"Then stay a little longer, but I will leave here when night comes to join my companions. By then you will have to go back to your world. The big plan cannot be exposed yet!
I must act cautiously before having my own power. This is to protect me and you.
I hope you can understand."
Hearing that the NPC allowed their request to stay here longer, the young players immediately cheered, especially the newbies who were online for the first time, and they were even more surprised by everything they saw.
Mainly because this environment is so real!
If you can't log out of the game normally, it's like you've truly stepped into another world, and you can't help but linger. Even if it's just an ordinary little village, it's enough for these simple little players to play for a long time.
.
Murphy stood by the earthen wall and watched the innocent little players in front of him communicating in sign language around Miriam, who did not understand the language. He also felt a rare sense of relaxation since time travel.
As a result, before I could relax for a few seconds, a new prompt popped up in front of my eyes:
[Novice Guidance Task (5/6): Comprehensive assessment, lead all current manpower, from planning to preparation to final practice to complete a complex actual combat operation!
Specific requirements are as follows:
1. Alpha must complete tactical discussions and form strategies with cute little players in the game.
2. The main process of actual combat operations must be completed by Alpha and player forces alone.
3. Alpha or the player must personally complete the killing of the leader selected as the target force for actual combat, and ensure that at least one-fifth of the current manpower is alive at the end of the operation.
Reward: Test invitation code +10, new features unlocked, additional rewards will be given depending on task completion.
Developer's note: Come on, there are only six links in the novice guidance tasks. Once you complete them all, it means that you are already a qualified test administrator who can face most emergencies.
Although, that only means the real beginning of your long service life.】
Murphy looked at the task in front of him and fell into deep thought.
Although he didn't know who designed this system and installed it in his body, he was now basically certain that that guy was a bad guy.
Is this a fucking task that I can accomplish in ten years as a social worker?
Damn, this is just a novice task. The intensity is so crazy. I can’t even imagine what you will ask me to do when I become an official test administrator.
Blanch!
All the good mood is gone.
——
"We can't leave!"
On the road away from the village of Moreland, the witch hunter who was burned on his saddle gritted his teeth and shouted to the veteran riding in front of him:
"Norman! We must rescue little Natalie! We can't leave that child there, her life is much more valuable than ours."
Norman, the veteran, said nothing, but tapped the stirrup on his horse to speed up. As the night became increasingly gloomy around him, he said hoarsely:
"Calm down, Mond, this was a trap from the beginning, and the vampire tricked us around. Calm down, trust Natalie! She will be fine.
Have you forgotten the prophecy that the Elders of Gramamo made about her when she was born?
This child will become a true leader under the protection of Avalon. She will do something that is beyond the reach of ordinary people. She will never die here!
Avalon is protecting her."
These words silenced the hunters around him.
They could not refute Norman's reasons, because almost all the predictions made by the Presbyterian Church of Glamor over the past few hundred years had come true, including the rebellion ten years ago that turned the Church of Avalon into the old religion.
In this world where gods exist, prophecies are by no means illusory.
What's more, in their current situation, if they want to go back to rescue Natalie, they will only increase casualties. They must leave first and gather strength before they can fight back.
"The mission to intercept the courier failed."
The veteran grabbed the horse's reins and said in a deep voice:
"We must meet up with the chapter leader immediately to determine the next action plan. Cheer up, guys, our hunting is not over yet."
"No, it's over!"
A cold voice suddenly appeared next to the four breaking out witch hunters like a sweeping shadow, causing their horses to neigh uneasily and stop in place.
The leading veteran, Norman, raised his head and saw a pair of huge bloody wings spread out in front of him.
The huge blood-colored bat wings held up a petite figure hanging in the air like a ghost. Behind her, there were four Blood Vulture Midnight Hunters holding spears, sharp swords and bladed whips, standing proudly.
And higher up, a group of scarlet fireworks was exploding high in the sky.
Those light spots converged into the image of the spread-winged Holy Blood Vulture, which was the gathering symbol of the Blood Vulture Clan, representing that all the midnight hunters wandering around would gather here in this dark night.
"Shua"
Old Norman pulled out the sword from his waist.
The three witch hunters behind him also made the same move. Facing the elite Blood Vulture Midnight Hunters, whose general strength was in the upper reaches of the Black Iron rank, they knew they could not win.
But this is not a reason to give up the fight, let alone a reason to surrender.
"The 37th Witch Hunting Squadron of the White Oak Chapter!"
The veteran sword moved forward, and the horse's rein pulled to calm the anxious mount. Under the sarcastic gazes of the midnight hunters who appeared one after another in the dark night, he roared in a dull voice with no expression on his face: