Chapter 10 10 The death knell is ringing, the blade is unsheathed, listen to my call, strange
Chapter 10 10. The death knell is ringing, the sharp blade is unsheathed, listen to my call, devils from other worlds! It’s time for the test!
The sunlight during the day is always annoying, and vampires easily get tired under such "full exposure" conditions. By noon when the sun is the hottest, Murphy has already hid in the house and fallen into a light sleep.
"Ding dong"
The notification sound from the forum woke Murphy up from his sleepy state. He glanced at the forum and found that there were new messages in the application area.
The new test application link has just been released and there are leeks coming to your door?
Are you so conscious?
Murphy clicked on the application and saw that the applicant's ID was "Successful and Not Afraid of Difficulties", and there was a label at the end of it [Sports Student], which directly made Murphy happy.
At first glance, it turned out that he was a friend specially recruited by Ah Qian'en, one of the six noble brothers in the dormitory. That boy has really strong execution ability and is worthy of being a good student.
He took a look at the answers to the other party's application questionnaire and initially judged that like the six brothers in the dormitory, he was an innocent college student without much social experience, so he passed the application.
An old man like Murphy likes this kind of innocent boy, and it is too easy to coax them to do things.
However, there is other information in the application area. Those strange IDs opened Murphy's eyes and made him feel the strangeness and diversity of the world. Look at the names given by these shady netizens.
[Black silk under the keyboard] These are all not too abstract, and Murphy simply couldn't see the rest.
【Guided three or five more battles】, 【The first day of quitting fighting】, 【Electronic Succubus old song】.
The main thing is an abstraction.
Too abstract!
The last introducer column of these guys’ application questionnaires all includes Mew Miao’s ID, so they are most likely his friends in real life.
As expected of a coquettish man who loves to wash his feet, and his communication skills are second to none, Murphy is really curious about the composition of Brother Mew Miao's circle of friends.
But one thing is that the questionnaire results of these guys are very good. They have rich game experience and love role-playing. They are willing to challenge hardcore and obey the law. They are simply the perfect candidates for young gamers in Murphy's mind. How strange!
Such consistent results must be due to the questionnaires being filled out under the "careful guidance" of Brother Meow Meow, right?
Murphy's heart is stuck.
But then I thought that I had absolute control over the players' accounts and could ban them at any time, and since I urgently needed to recruit new players, I could really relax the review standards appropriately.
At worst, if these guys are confirmed to be unsuitable, they will be recruited into the "cannon fodder group" and asked to perform the most dangerous tasks.
A bad gaming experience will always dissuade these unsuitable guys.
I just don’t know how to recycle those mysterious gaming helmets if the player’s account is banned? They won’t rotate 360° in place and then self-destruct, right?
Emmm, there is a high probability that it won’t explode, right?
Murphy curled his lips and passed the applications of these four guys. In this way, the 12 available manpower in his hand had been completed. Counting himself and "temporary assistant" Miriam, there were 14 people.
.
That's enough for a fight!
The premise is that the witch hunter doesn't "refresh" it on his face now.
According to Murphy's conclusions from the screen peeks among the players, it takes time from successful application to helmet distribution. Although the fastest logistics channels in various places are used, the average calculation time is about 6-12 hours.
It had been more than two hours since Maxim set out. After taking into account the cost of detours and the inability of vampires to move quickly in the sun on a large scale, Murphy came to a conclusion.
If everything goes well, then strong reinforcements will arrive as early as this evening. In other words, in the most optimistic case, as long as he survives the next day, everything will be fine.
As for whether he, the abandoned son, will be abandoned by the vampires?
Murphy isn't worried about this issue at all.
He had a backup plan when Maxim set out. As long as the loyal blood servant delivers the letter alive, those midnight hunters will definitely come to save him!
"I have followed your request and scattered all the usable weapons and armor in the few rooms at the entrance of the village that are still intact. Is there anything else I need to do?"
Miriam, who wore an old leather armor, walked in with a Witch Hunter's light crossbow on her back. She stood at the door and asked Murphy, her tone not very friendly.
Murphy didn't care either, he said:
"If the witch hunter comes during the day, I can't fight in the sun, so I need you to be a bait."
"You want me to die?"
Miriam's expression changed and she clenched her fists, but Murphy shook his head and said:
"No, I just want you to help distract their attention and create conditions for a surprise attack and scattered attack for my summons, just like the method you used to trap and kill the witch hunter in the cellar. You should not do anything about this.
Not unfamiliar.
Don't be afraid, Miriam.
Their first target is me, and until I die, you are absolutely safe."
"If that's all, then I'm willing to help."
Miriam let out a sigh of relief.
Although she didn't have much affection for her family, this was after all the place where she was born and raised. Seeing her hometown burned to the ground by a mad witch hunter, she was almost insulted, which made her feel angry inside.
Although the Transnian region is superstitious and closed-minded, the unfriendly environment has created the strong character of the Transnian people, and even the women have fiery tempers.
Miriam is also a reserve scholar with rich knowledge!
This makes her both tough and smart, making her one of the most difficult types of Transians to deal with.
Seeing that Miriam was willing to help, Murphy immediately told her his plan. At the end, he looked at the girl up and down and said:
"Finally, I need your blood."
"really!"
The vigilant Miriam took a step back instantly, drew the light crossbow from her back, aimed at Murphy, and shouted:
"I shouldn't believe you! Damn vampires! You dogs would sell anything for that blood!"
"Don't get excited, listen to me."
Murphy waved his hand, made a "little" gesture, and said:
"I just need a little bit to refresh my mind and stimulate the recovery of spiritual energy in my body. One bottle is enough. Miss Miriam, you don't want to see me die in front of your eyes, and then you are hunted
Did the witch burn him to death cruelly?
You see, I am negotiating terms with you now.
But I actually don’t have to talk to you."
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The unlucky ones in Moreland Village didn't provoke anyone, but war and destruction still hit them without any reason. The geographical concept here was wiped out by the fire last night, and there was only one person who existed here.
A corpse waiting to rot and be forgotten attracts the vultures that chase the dead flesh.
It was dusk at this time, when day and night were about to alternate. On the path outside the ruins, a team of fast-moving witch hunters on war horses were approaching the village in front of them without losing their vigilance.
The hunters with psychic talents in the team constantly sprinkle certain powders outside to isolate them from possible psychic detection by enemies.
This small method is not worth mentioning in front of real psionicists, but it is also the most effective anti-reconnaissance method that the witch hunters who have lost the support of their organization can come up with.
"The last traces of Team Malus are there."
A veteran riding on a war horse put down the rusty 675-type monocular telescope in his hand.
This thing was designed and made by halflings for the warriors of the Church of Avalon during the Unification War on Greene Island in 675 AD. It has a history of more than 400 years, but the classic design will never fade over time.
.
It is a pity that the former Church of Avalon will not even mention its name today, and will only be called "Old Religion", but such forgetfulness is justified.
The veteran straightened his body in the saddle, held the hand crossbow hanging on his waist and wound it, and looked at the rough guy next to him who was wearing a hood like them, but it was obvious that he was a woman and was carrying a man on his back.
The companion with the heavy leather bag whispered:
"They haven't responded for more than 8 hours. It seems like they were tricked. In fact, I doubt that the village was burned down like this by Malus himself."
The female witch hunter who was the leader of the team did not answer. Another one-armed old hunter behind her said coldly:
"Who else but him?
Among the ten teams that went hunting near Cadman City, they were the craziest and most depraved. Their loss of devotion to Avalon had caused their souls to be devoured by evil thoughts.
The innocent people who died at the hands of those depraved people are already in trouble"
"Shut up! Potter!"
The veteran holding the crossbow frowned and scolded:
"That's the order, don't say too many words! And don't mention the name of Avalon again, it will be serious if the bastards of the Ring Tower hear it."
"Am I afraid of them?"
The one-armed old hunter Potter bared his teeth. Years of hunting have made him have a bad temper. He retorted like an aggressive hound:
"I can kill ten nonsense psychic hunters by myself! Bah, imitate the fakes we trained."
"Then you will be broken down by ten psionic masters into pieces that no dog can eat. Don't mess with the Ring Tower. They are our 'masters' now. Thanks to their protection, we can survive these ten more years.
"
The lady who was the captain finally spoke.
Her tone was cold and hoarse, with a trace of undisguised exhaustion. She raised her left hand and waved it lightly, and the remaining seven people in the team immediately dispersed into an assault formation.
Holding the hunter's sword with a strange oak hilt at her waist, the female hunter captain said to the two squad leaders on the left and right:
"No matter what Malus did to this village, it is certain that a battle broke out here between him and the vampire messenger with a bounty on his head.
I believe in the fighting power of Malus and his team members. Even if the vampire messenger does not die, he will definitely be seriously injured. We must get the letter in his hand!
at all costs.
Norman, what are the movements of other teams nearby?"
"We made contact once with a hunting falcon at noon. All teams except us retreated at the border. This round of tactical interdiction has achieved its goal."
The veteran in the queue stuck his crossbow into his waist and looked at the dead village in front of him. He could even see the fallen carriage at the entrance of the village and the corpse of the blood slave in the carriage.
He replied to the Huntress:
"After collecting the corpse of the vampire messenger, we are leaving Transia, and may never come back. I hate this place, and I hope this is our last mission here.
However, I don’t feel very good about this village.”
"It's dusk now. Even if the vampire is still hiding here, he won't dare to jump out and face us at this time, and it will be dark in two hours. I don't know what you think, but I don't want to chase us at night.
Hunt a vampire who can kill the madman Malus.
I think the time to act is now.”
The one-armed hunter sneered and looked at the huntress with his opinion. The latter hesitated, made a gesture and said:
"The second team stayed outside the village to guard, and the first team followed me into the village."
When the order was given, the team members who had been a little angry a moment ago immediately became solemn.
The one-armed hunter put a mechanical movable fist blade on his severed arm, moved the rough and bloody spiked three-claw blade on his fingertips, and then led his three team members to follow the hunting captain.
Afterwards, he dismounted and entered the village.
But then the smell of the corpses that had been burned by fire and exposed to the sun for a day made the hunters who had seen the real hell on earth change their minds.
This scene was by no means destroyed by fighting, this was a one-sided massacre!
"Marus should be glad he's dead!"
The one-armed veteran spat and said coldly:
"If he is still alive, I will definitely strangle him to death with my own hands. The Chapter Leader has given repeated orders not to do such a thing."
"But I heard that the psionic masters of the Ring Tower are very dissatisfied with the chapter leader's weak command in the enemy area. Those indifferent guys obviously prefer unscrupulous madmen like Malus."
The hunter with psychic talent in the team whispered.
She couldn't bear to watch this scene, so she stepped forward and took out a special medicine bottle and smashed it on the ground.
The cyan light spots mixed with the spiritual energy in the air and formed a gust of wind that blew through the entire village, which relieved the bad smell.
"Avalon, when will this hell of killing end?"
The scout muttered, and with the other three people on guard, she put the crossbow back on her waist and squatted on the ground, touching the ground with her five fingers and using her not-so-excellent psychic skills. The next moment, the emerald green light spot danced.
, her perception was spread out like a radar through the ground beneath her feet.
While using this method to expand the investigation into the ruins of the entire village, he also said to the female leader who was standing guard with a sword beside her:
"There is no living person in the village. Marus's body is in the cellar at the back of the village. His head was shattered by his own bullets and he was still wearing trousers. I can probably guess what he did before he died. He is really a disgusting beast."
Um?
wrong!
There are still living people!
In the house on the left at the end of the village ahead!
She was an ordinary person, a young woman, injured and bleeding!
She is weak and non-threatening."
The huntress holding the hunting sword nodded and waved her fingers forward.
The veteran with the mechanical claw and a middle-aged man holding a shotgun immediately moved in a two-person formation towards the direction indicated by the scout, while the remaining two people remained in place to conduct reconnaissance and alert.
None of this escaped Murphy's eyes.
The vampire was currently hiding in the shadow of the highest water tower on the other side of the village, carefully peeping at this group of guys who looked like they were not easy to mess with.
He shrank his head in the shadows, confirmed that the enemy was divided into three parts, entered the forum, and opened the group:
Alpha: [@All members, get ready to go online! It’s time for testing!]
