The sudden light in Smuggler's Grove caused a commotion among the nervous little players.
Those lights and flames are absolutely not the same. If I had to describe it, it is more similar to the dazzling arc of light when a large searchlight is turned on. It covers the entire area and makes the surrounding area seem darker and darker.
But Murphy clearly could see more.
He can be considered a psychic user, and there are similar things recorded in Miss Femis's handbook.
"Solar psychic energy! The most effective way to deal with dark creatures, and one of the most mysterious and rare psychic powers. It seems that the eldest lady has hit a rough patch."
Murphy whispered something, and the other young players suddenly celebrated after realizing that their insidious strategy was successful, acting like fishermen who saw the snipe and the clam fighting. Now they are just waiting for the two sides to finish their consumption.
Just rush in and pick up the leak and everything will be fine.
However, this happiness did not last long. Only a few minutes later, Murphy's keen sense captured the faint movement in the dark night.
"Shh!"
He asked the players to quiet down, and he put his hand on the ground to penetrate the spiritual energy into the earth. Soon, the clear sound of horse hooves entered his perception.
"Someone is coming. Get close quickly. They will arrive in about five minutes and prepare to stop them!"
Murphy waved his hand, and the little players immediately rushed back to where they should be. The vampire turned back and made a gesture to Maxim before disappearing into the night.
The white-haired loyal servant took a deep breath, pulled down his mask, and walked quickly to the players in the ambush circle.
He knows his duty.
He must play "Murphy" to his master in exchange for safety and opportunities.
He has no complaints about this, but Murphy himself is hiding in the dark night that is everywhere at this time. As the strongest fighting force in the small player group, he must wait patiently until the most critical moment before appearing.
Twenty cuirassiers from the Plantagenet Kingdom soon appeared on the deserted path in the Smuggler's Wood. They did not wear full-body armor and maintained a lighter and more flexible posture. Each one held a carbine in his hand, and they cautiously opened the way forward.
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At the rear is a heavy black carriage pulled by two horses, with infantry guards armed with firearms in front and behind the carriage.
Seeing them approaching the ambush circle quickly, the sniper Yang Hen on the tree branch also started to take aim. The psionic master under the eldest lady's command had camouflaged the place, which was enough to ensure that ordinary people could not detect their presence.
But just as the cavalry were about to arrive at the horse trap area, a voice suddenly sounded from the carriage:
"There's an ambush ahead! Idiot! Stop!"
"boom"
Seeing that the well-trained cavalry was slowing down, Yang Hen felt anxious, but she did not fire rashly, but immediately turned the gun and pulled the trigger.
The flying projectiles did not hit anyone, but bit hard on the buttocks of the packhorse pulling the carriage.
The severe pain caused by the splash of blood made the packhorse immediately startled and neigh. The driver could not control the horse that suddenly went crazy. He could only watch the carriage knock away the cavalry and rush towards the dark road in front of him.
The poor packhorse stepped into the trap and fell into it, flipping over and being pierced by the vicious wooden stakes in it. The heavy four-wheeled carriage also unfortunately hit the ground amidst the violent jolts and the thunder exploded with dullness.
The whole thing flipped over and flew up.
Not only did it scatter the boxes containing it everywhere, but it also crushed several escorting infantrymen under the carriage and died tragically.
"It's done! Quick! Fire!"
The joystick on the board, whose heart was already in his throat, jumped excitedly when he saw Yang Hen's magical move.
He no longer waited and roared with all his strength. The brothers in the trenches and the sixth brother in the dormitory in the foxholes immediately put their heads out and fired the bullets and crossbow arrows in their hands in a chaotic manner.
This almost blind shooting accuracy is so bad!
But fortunately there were enough of them, and a volley of more than a dozen people also knocked over several cavalrymen.
On the carriage parked on the flank of the ambush circle, the two old guys, the dump truck man and the forklift man, chuckled and activated the heavy automatic hunting crossbow, taking advantage of the opportunity when the cavalry were scattered in front of them to start firing happily.
This old-fashioned weapon is astonishingly intimidating.
The flying crossbow arrows swept through the convoy in front of them like a violent storm, beating the blood and flesh of the horses that had nowhere to hide, causing the well-trained cavalry to hide next to the overturned carriage as a cover.
Everything was being executed according to Happy Stick's tactics, and the commander's heart finally returned to his stomach.
He emptied the lead bullets in his hand, picked up the spear at hand, and jumped out of the trench with a roar. Amidst the echoes of the hunting crossbow's covering fire, his hot-blooded superiors shouted:
"Everyone, bayonets on! Brothers, charge at me!"
"There's no such thing as a bayonet. Can you please wake up?"
Brother Miao Miao also grabbed a halberd and jumped out. He complained and charged with the happy stick that was already a little bit high. At the same time, he also said to the succubus Laoqu and Brother Heisi beside him:
"It feels like something is missing without the Charge."
"Yes, it doesn't taste like that."
"Next time, let's get it done! Find a brother who can play the trumpet to be the bugler!"
A group of men rushed along the foxhole towards the collapsed carriage in an adrenaline-fuelled charge. The sixth brother in the dormitory in the foxhole saw how brave the guys were and thought to himself that although he was young, he could not do errands.
Just pick up the guy and join in.
"Quick! Niu Niu, the meat shield comes first!"
Ah Yu, who was grabbing the two swords, roared. Niu Niu, who had already prepared, picked up the sword and a blood-colored retinue shield that his NPC had given him before, and jumped out with a roar while wearing leather armor.
This athletic student with long legs, long hands, and a tall body was really fast when running. He was the last to arrive and actually overtook Happy Stick, who was roaring and charging on board, and was the first to break into the enemy's formation.
He was so arrogant that he also wore a scarlet midnight cloak, which instantly made him the most handsome boy in the crowd.
The dismounted cavalry, who were weighed down by the crossbow-hunting storm and could not lift their heads, saw a group of people coming from the flanks and immediately stepped forward to fight. They were all elite veterans of the Plantagenet Kingdom's pioneering army, and they were not afraid of close combat with the enemy.
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However, as soon as these cavalry brothers broke out of the bunker, one of them was taken away by Yang Hen, a sniper who was waiting. At this time, Niu Niu, who happened to rush in, was startled when he saw the enemy's head explode in front of his eyes.
But the atmosphere is all set up to this point, right?
He simply closed his eyes and yelled, swung his sword randomly, and used his height advantage to hit hard with his shield, knocking the second cavalryman to the ground.
The unlucky guy still wanted to get up, but then Happy Stick rushed out of the diagonal stab and stabbed his chest with a spear using a standard assassination technique. Killing two players in a row shocked the players behind him.
Driven by the sudden advance of Brother Meow Meow and others, they relied on the advantage of not fearing death to rush and fight fiercely, and relied on resolute hand-to-hand combat to drive the stubborn cavalry out of the bunker.
The cunning Ge Bao and Ah Yu also picked up the carbines dropped by the cavalry from the ground and fired randomly to create chaos, pushing them deeper into the ambush circle into the exclusion trench.
With the depth of that big hole, these ordinary soldiers would not be able to climb back up within a short period of time if they fell down!
"Won!"
Murphy, who was hiding in the darkness, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his little players were so good at fighting. He thought that having tactics was really different and much more efficient than a swarm of swarms.
This wave is more than 16 against 20, and the martial virtue has been overflowing.
But at this point, a black shadow suddenly rushed out of the overturned carriage and rushed towards the dump truck and forklift man who were churning wildly.
Before the two middle-aged guys, who were in high ejaculation, could realize what was happening, they saw the bloody light flashing across the interlaced dazzling claw marks in front of them, splitting the dump truck into three pieces with a crunching sound.
Say goodbye to this brutal and exciting world.
The forklift man standing by looked dumbfounded.
He subconsciously raised his head, and then his neck was caught by the clasped fingers and he was lifted into the air. With the flickering light of the solar energy in the distance behind him, he could clearly see the attacker in front of him.
Wearing a British-style dress with a black top hat, white shirt and green vest, he outlines a gentle image. The well-kept beard and the bloodstone wolf head ring on his finger mean that this guy seems to have quite an identity.
, no matter how you look at it, he doesn’t look like the kind of guy who should step into the battlefield.
But the slender nails extending from the five fingers of his left hand were like wolf claws, and blood was dripping downwards.
"The blood vultures are good at training dogs."
The man gritted his teeth and said:
"Such energetic blood servants are rare in this era."
"What is this NPC talking about? I can't understand a damn word of it!"
The forklift man who was choked struggled and complained crazily in his mind.
Seeing that he was afraid that he would not survive, Shovel simply took offense to his courage. During the struggle, he pulled out the short knife from his waist and stabbed the guy in front of him.
Of course it didn't hit.
The power gap between the young players who have not yet turned on the upgrade function and the NPC is still too big. The forklift man's desperate counterattack did not even scratch the opponent's clothes, and his neck was broken with a snap.
The shovel's body hit the ground and turned into a point of light and disappeared. This scene made the assailant's eyes widen, and then he realized that something was not right.
These are not the blood servants of the Blood Eagle Clan!
These are summons!
Damn it!
Does the other party have a summoner hiding in the dark?
Is this another trap?
He had bad intentions. Although he was very powerful, he still resorted to means to activate his family's specialties. With the long wolf howl in the beating starlight, two huge white astral wolves appeared at his feet.
As he waved his hand, this ferocious beast from another world roared and pounced on the group of young players who were killing the cavalry.
Then a sharp blade stabbed at him, forcing the assailant who had just completed the summons to retreat. He blocked several times with the cane stuck in his waist, then drew the sword with his left hand, picked a cane sword into the palm of his hand, and retreated to meet the enemy.
Maxim, who rushed over, stood with his sword in hand and looked at the guy in front of him warily.
The pierced tall hat slipped from the air, and the moment it swayed to the ground, the perpetrator grinned, and his eyes glowed green in the night.
He looked up and down at the luxurious chain armor and weapons on Maxim's body, moved his nose, protruded the canine teeth under his lips, licked his tongue again, and said:
"You are the blood vulture's dog! A truly loyal blood servant, I can even smell your beating heart. Your blood must be delicious, right? Tell me your name, Commander!
I'll go back and write and report."
"Maxim Senna Vlad!"
A loyal servant knows what this means.
He also recognized that the perpetrator in front of him was a vampire, but not a vampire from the Blood Eagle Clan, so he responded in a deep voice according to the teachings he had received:
"Jade. No, the descendant of Murphy!"
"Murphy? I've never heard of this name. I guess he's not an important figure in the Blood Eagle Clan."
The assailant snorted, and moved his sword forward in a unique sword posture. He stared at Maxim like a hungry wolf staring at food, and said in a conspiratorial manner:
"Jopan Macchi Gangro! The Gray Claw faction of the Wolfsbane Clan, the descendant of Korando!"
It is the etiquette of the blood clan to declare one's family status.
The ancient tradition can always ensure that each clan accurately receives the news of the death of each blood descendant, and the surviving opponent is responsible for conveying it.
As soon as the words fell, the two of them attacked each other at the same time.
Maxim's swordsmanship was good, but his physical fitness was obviously not as good as that of a real vampire, and he fell into a disadvantage after just a few moves.
But Maxim was not afraid at all, and his attack became even more ferocious. He relied on his chain armor with strong defensive power to resist, even if a wolf cub was hunting for the first time, even if it was injured, it would still leave scars on the opponent.
His sword was quickly knocked away by Qiao Pan. Faced with the cane and sword cutting, Maxim refused to retreat but advanced instead. Despite the broken hand bone, he jumped forward and pulled Qiao Pan in place.
The Wolfsbane vampire realized something was wrong and kicked Maxim away. However, the restraints of cold psychic energy that appeared behind him made it too late for him to retreat.
"puff"
The moment Qiao Pan was pressed in place by the "skilled" level dark impact and binding hand, the blade of the Desire Race, entwined with cold psychic energy, brought Murphy down from a high place, stabbing hard with the bonus of the impact.
Qiao Pan's back.
After completing a sneak attack, there was still blood left at the corner of Murphy's mouth. It was the fresh blood drawn from an unlucky cavalry. The activation of blood thirst made him more ferocious and combative.
This sneak attack cannot kill an elite vampire.
Far from enough.
But it is enough to attract the attention of this dangerous guy, giving the young players more time to deal with the chaotic battlefield.
His voice rang in Qiao Pan's ears, just like the ancient blood clan's duel etiquette of announcing one's family, but then he said with full of sarcasm:
"What kind of ancient bloodline are you pretending to be, you Wolfsbane brat? You just used the wrong etiquette when fighting my servants. It seems that no matter how brightly you dress, you can't hide your pitiable low-level aura.
Follow me! Shameful thug.
Let the blood of the eternal sinners reach heaven directly, and let the Mother of Night witness this eternal silence."
"asshole!"
The Wolfsbane thug who was stabbed by a sword has a ferocious face. His human phantom has been shattered, making him closer to the true alien form of the Wolfsbane vampire.
It is a hybrid monster like a night bat and a wolf, and it is also the unique power of the Wolfsbane clan called "Wild Thing".
Qiao Pan's wolf-like eyes turned around and chased Murphy as he danced in the dark night. Then he held his staff and sword and spread out his short wings to glide over.
One vampire challenged another vampire to an eternal duel!
Any decent vampire with the guts would not refuse, let alone the hundreds of years of grudge between Blood Vulture and Wolfsbane, and that guy is the summoner of these summons.
