On the evening of August 21, 1111 Era, at the southern border of the Transia region, at the entrance to the Filthy Swamp.
The sixty midnight hunters and twenty fully armed blood servants commanded by Miss Femis have left the camp and headed to the edge of the swamp to hide and set up an ambush.
At the same time, Murphy, his two servants and sixteen young players also ambush at a predetermined location in the smuggler's woodland on the edge of the swamp. They hid in a short trench dug in advance, peering at the people in front of them.
This unsettling jungle shrouded in darkness.
At this moment, even the most heartless little players stopped playing with each other.
The six-person dormitory group and sports student Niu Niu were arranged in the foxhole in front. They held hand crossbows and hunting crossbows seized from the witch hunters, and there were various cold weapons around them.
They are the first wave of candidates to charge.
The sixth brother in the dormitory has strong opinions on this, but this tactical arrangement is the result of drawing lots. No matter how dissatisfied he is, he can only say that he is unlucky.
On the high branches, Miss Lumina Yanghen, who was chosen as the sniper, imitated the scenes in the war movies she had watched and put a grass ring on her head, lying on the ground.
Search for targets on the wooden boards at the forks of the branches.
She wasn't sure how many people she could hit in this dark night.
But she knew that this was the gentlemen's silent courtesy and preferential treatment. After all, her place was basically the safest position in this tactical arrangement.
"There's no chewing gum either."
In the crookedly dug trench, Brother Mingmiao complained in a low voice. As a result, the dump truck next to him handed him a grass stalk and motioned for him to hold it in his mouth, which could relieve some tension.
But because of yesterday's accidental eating accident, he almost became the first person to escape in the wild in the game. This incident has made Brother Mew Miao already have a psychological shadow on these wild things.
"Don't worry, I asked the NPC and it's not poisonous. I asked, did you run to the toilet urgently after you logged off yesterday? I'm really curious whether this kind of mental pain will really be transmitted to the body?"
The dump truck holding the grass stalks in his mouth chuckled, but was punched by the stinky-faced Brother Ming Miao. The dump truck then put away his smile and moved the retinue's leather helmet on his head, with a thoughtful expression on his face.
said:
"I heard from our NPC that there is an explorer association organized by halflings on this continent to go on adventures. There are many survival experts among them, and each of them is comparable to a wild clam. I must go and see it if I have plans in the future."
"How long does this have to wait?"
As the commander-in-chief of the operation, the onboard Happy Stick crawled over from behind with a dwarf shotgun in hand, grumbling to Brother Mew Mew:
"We don't even have any investigative methods. We can only wait passively. It's too annoying. Oh, it would be nice if I had a flare in my hand right now."
"What do you want that for?"
The forklift man next to the dump truck asked curiously:
"Is it used as a flare?"
"fart!"
Happy Stick made a gesture of shooting into the sky and said with a sinister expression:
"Shoot that thing over the 'friendly' position, and we won't have to wait here. The preparations this time are too hasty. We must seize the initiative in the future!"
Really, you can't always be so passive when fighting.
Look at what a wonderful virtual reality this is, what a wonderful war-torn background board, if we don’t do a good job here, this technology will be wasted.”
Then there was a burst of incomprehensible words, such as "flatten the anti-aircraft guns" and "neutron kill", which made the young players next to them look at each other and feel chills all over.
After Happy Stick walked away with a grunt, "Duogui Sanwu Dou", one of the "Four King Kongs" under Brother Mew Miao, poked the boss on the shoulder and whispered:
"Brother Meow Meow, what do you do in real life? Why do you feel so scary?"
"I am a sandbox maker. I usually like to play P Club games."
Brother Miao Miao also feels a little regretful. Is it a good thing or a bad thing to bring this war madman in?
"Oh, it turns out he's a P Agency war criminal! That's okay."
Others suddenly understood.
It seemed that Happy Stick's abnormal behavior suddenly had a reasonable explanation.
Don't look at Happy Stick's confidence in speaking in front of others. After inspecting the position and setting up the position, he also took a few nervous breaths when he returned to the back alone.
He looked at the details of various plans written in his notebook, took a deep breath, and cheered himself up.
All the arrangements tonight were made by him, but in fact he is definitely the most nervous one among the group. Whether he is really capable or just talking on paper, the answer may be revealed soon.
"Shua"
A shadow quietly fell behind him, reaching out and patting Happy Stick's shoulder, causing the latter to turn around suddenly and see Murphy staring at him in the darkness.
"Lord Murphy."
Happy Stick imitated what others called Murphy and wanted to say a few words, but Murphy shook his head to stop him.
He said to Happy Stick:
"You are the commander, you should be with your soldiers!
Don't be nervous, my warriors, you have done your best, I see it in my eyes, we have tried our best, and leave the rest to fate.
I think that even though fate is a bitch, she will still favor the brave tonight."
"Yes! Sir!"
Hearing Murphy's encouragement, Happy Stick subconsciously straightened his back and gave a military salute. Then he saw Murphy waving his hand to him and quietly disappearing into the night.
The vampire himself was nervous.
But he took a look at the blood eagle swordsmanship that had reached "mastery" on the character card and the character's career level of level 8, and he felt confident out of thin air.
In the past two days and two nights, apart from sleeping and dealing with young players, he spent the rest of his time improving his swordsmanship, and finally passed the final step, which proved that his potential was also being tapped.
As long as I can survive tonight
Murphy squinted his eyes and looked at the forest in the dark night. He clenched his fist and beat it hard on his chest.
No, he will definitely survive!
He wants to go home with victory, and Tris is still waiting for him.
"Maxim, get ready!"
Murphy said to his loyal servants guarding the front:
"Once we pass this level, no one can stop us from getting ahead."
The tall servant said in a deep voice:
"Well, my lord, I never doubted that."
At the same time, at the entrance camp of the Filthy Swamp, the two vampire torturers of the Blood Vulture Clan were also ready to start tonight's "entertainment".
The emaciated guy grabbed a sharp knife specially used for breaking bones in the carriage. He stared at the huntress Natalie, who was lowering her head and panting. He put the blade against the huntress's filthy waist and abdomen, and said in a gloomy tone:
"You hunting dogs have really hard bones. It's been three days and you still don't want to speak, but you know what? I actually don't want you to give in. The more stubborn you are, the happier I am.
All because the truth and answers are not in my expectations, all I enjoy is your pain."
"puff"
The sharp knife pierced the flesh and blood, accurately cutting open the scabbed wound, causing Natalie's body to twitch, and the smell of blood made the torturer lick his scarlet lips.
He approached Natalie's face and said hoarsely:
"Hang on, little girl, it's a long night, and I'm hungry for more fun."
"The battle group. The battle group is here."
Natalie muttered a few words, as if she couldn't hold on and wanted to reveal the news.
This weak gesture made the torturer look disgusted, but the eldest lady was still waiting for news, so he moved closer to Natalie's mouth, hoping to hear more clearly.
"Snapped"
The blood-stained left hand broke free from the loosened clasp, and the halfling anesthesia device held in the palm of his hand pressed the switch. The slender spikes jumped out and pierced the vampire's neck in the next second.
Natalie mustered all her strength and pierced the vampire torturer's veins, causing him to scream and stagger back. However, the halfling's specially prepared anesthetic took effect very quickly and did not attenuate at all on extraordinary creatures.
The torturer's muscles suddenly relaxed until he fell to his knees.
This movement immediately attracted the attention of the other guy at the door.
He rushed in and saw this scene and was about to step forward and strangle Natalie who was struggling to escape. However, Norman, the veteran on the opposite side, attacked from behind and also used the last force to pierce the second anesthetic into his spine.
Although vampires are extraordinary creatures, their body structure is very similar to that of humans. The spine is also a fatal part, and the anesthetic takes effect faster, making the guy fall to the ground with a thud.
Natalie has already unlocked her right hand.
Her whole body fell to the ground, but then she gritted her teeth and pulled out the bone-breaking knife from her ribs, threw herself on the two vampires, and stabbed them in silently.
The blood splattered everywhere until her whole body was dyed scarlet, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.
A few minutes later, the four prisoners helped each other and climbed out of the smelly carriage. Natalie found two cans of kerosene that had been specially left there next to the carriage.
She glanced at the car behind her.
In the absence of demon-killing materials, sharp weapons alone cannot completely kill vampires. Those two vicious guys will recover soon, and there is no way they can escape in their current state.
"Use fire! Burn them to death!"
Porter, a one-armed veteran with a broken leg, gritted his teeth and said sternly:
"I'll stay here, you go! Norman, Amber, take little Natalie with you!"
"Shut up!"
The huntress scolded, tried her best to unscrew the oil cap, and poured the oil on the carriage behind her. She limped forward and said weakly but firmly:
"No one is missing! Either go together or die together! Quick! Light this place, the bigger the fire, the better. The Plantagenet Kingdom's transportation team is passing through the Smuggler's Wood, and the vampires are going to ambush them!
Warn them!
The fire must be strong so they can see it!
Do it!"
The other three people said no more, enduring the pain and looking for various kindlings.
That is to say, the physical fitness of witch hunters is beyond that of ordinary people and they have a certain degree of natural psychic affinity that can speed up the healing of injuries. Otherwise, ordinary people would have died long ago if they had such injuries.
Soon, a flame burned at the camp at the entrance to the swamp.
Sparks licked the oil-soaked carport, and in an instant they rose into the air and illuminated the entire camp. The two vampires in the carriage screamed and struggled to crawl out of the sea of fire, but were severely beaten by the veterans blocking the outside.
Kicked back.
Old Norman watched with pleasure as the evil thing screamed in the fire, and the firelight illuminated his face full of wounds.
Behind him, three witch hunters stood there, as if mourning their dead companions.
The fire was too conspicuous in the dark night.
The moment it ignited, Miss Femis on the edge of the swamp turned around suddenly, and a trace of confusion flashed across Fu Loli's baby face. She seemed to not understand what was going on there, but the next moment she knew that something serious was going on.
wonderful.
"Prepare to raid!"
The eldest lady gave an order with a ferocious face, and the other midnight hunters got up from their hiding places.
The convoy in Smuggler's Grove had just passed the swamp and was far from entering the ambush circle set by Murphy further ahead, but unless the opponent was blind, it was impossible not to see the firelight behind them.
The original ambush plan had gone bankrupt.
We can only attack by force.
"Adele!"
The eldest lady turned around and screamed at the blood servant butler behind her who was holding a thorn sword:
"Take the blood servants to find Murphy! Let him enter the battlefield from the rear to support! Hurry!"
"No! This has something to do with Murphy, this is him. Don't go! Miss! It's dangerous!"
At this time, Mrs. Adele had figured out everything from the flames igniting in the camp, but she was too late to stop the eldest lady and the hunters from rushing into the battlefield. She could only stamp her feet, turn around and rush to the rear with a few blood servants.
At the edge of the Smuggler's Wood, the Gorse convoy that had just emerged from the filthy swamp and was guarded by hundreds of soldiers had also stopped moving.
On the large carriage in the center, the psionicist from the Tower of the Ring cast a spell that allowed him to overlook the scene where the fire was burning, but the next moment he saw the bloody bats rising from the edge of the swamp in the dark night.
wing.
"Blood Vulture ambushers! At least sixty!"
The psionicist grabbed his battle staff and shouted a warning:
"There is an ambush! Team one, team two and team three! Get ready to fight! Team four escort the supplies away from the battlefield."
After encountering several psionic masters, they immediately stood up and cast spells. The dazzling solar energy was summoned here like sunlight at night to resist the vampire's attack.
The two carriages at the front and rear were also unbridled and parked in place, and the huge gas fuel tanks were connected to the icy machinery.
As the lever is connected, the flywheel rotates, and the heavy steam rapid-fire gun stored in the car is pointed in the direction of the attack. The roar of the steam furnace and the sound of machinery make the surrounding area filled with chills.
The well-trained soldiers quickly formed a military formation, their shotguns loaded, and the witch hunters in the team also unsheathed their swords and prepared to fight back.
The large black carriage transporting important supplies in the center broke away from the position and continued to move forward under the escort of twenty cuirassier musketeers.
"You have to protect these things!"
The psychic master who first discovered the blood vulture attack knocked on the car window and said to the people inside:
"You know this is General Loren's personal property. If it is lost, your clan leader will also be implicated."
"Hey, who are you scaring?"
A disdainful voice came from the car and responded:
"You'd better take care of yourselves. I can smell the rotten smell of those stinky vultures from such a distance. I hope you don't get eaten by them as carrion.
Happy hunting, sir.
As for me, I don't need you to worry.
A hungry wolf bat like me can always take care of myself."
