My players are so fierce

Chapter 27 27. Lord of White Oak! Come on!

While Murphy and his little players set up an ambush to capture the transport convoy and engage in a desperate struggle with the elites of the Wolfsbane clan, the same progress was happening elsewhere on the entire battlefield.

The moment the camp was on fire, Miss Femis sent Mrs. Adele back with a few elite blood servants, mainly to go to Murphy to deliver the news, but also to see what the hell happened in the camp. thing.

Mrs. Adele, who already knew that something was not going well, went to Murphy's defense area alone, and several of her blood servants were directed to return to the burning camp. As a result, they collided head-on with four witch hunters who were about to leave. Together.

"kill!"

The five elite blood servants did not make any unnecessary moves. The moment they saw the enemy, they grabbed their war spears and rushed forward. Although they were servants serving vampires like Maxim, they could be taken with them by the midnight hunters. It fully proves that they are carefully trained vampire "reservists", and their combat effectiveness is almost the same as that of the elites in the human army.

He has also been strengthened by vampire masters with dark psychic powers, and is not afraid of witch hunters.

At the same time, a very black and humorous thing is that because vampires will suffer terrible weakening in the sun, the army composed of these armed blood servants is actually the real main force in Cadman City and even the entire Transia region. .

"You wild dogs of vampires! Die!"

The four witch hunters were tortured miserably, but they were determined to die now, so they grabbed weapons and fought with the blood servants in the burning camp.

"Little Natalie! Come on! We'll stop these wild dogs."

The one-armed veteran Porter put combat claws on his hands, jumped in and knocked a blood servant to the ground.

The two of them fought each other like hungry beasts in the firelight, vowing to pierce their fangs into each other's throats. The same was true for Norman, another veteran next to him. His skin was peeled off, but this would be like this. He had no feeling at all, just dragging his broken body to fight silently.

But they weren't just fighting for the sake of fighting.

The hoarse cry of the veteran made the huntress Natalie's heart tremble. She knew that everyone was taking good care of her, and now they had to fight to the death to cover her escape even in this desperate situation.

However, this care is a burden.

From the beginning of the Ten Years' War to now, she has lost too many friends and companions, and has escaped death countless times.

She knew very well that the current battle was hopeless, but she no longer wanted to escape. Maybe dying here would be a good ending.

Curse this damn world!

Here, peace is just a boring illusion that never comes true!

She raised her head, and in her left eye that was barely open, she could see the flickering solar energy at the end of the swamp.

Those blazing lights are like the blazing sun in the dark night, which also means that the Midnight Hunters have hit a rough patch, and the opponent has a high-level psionic master from the Tower of Rings sitting in charge!

Just the flickering of this sun barrier is enough to make those evil people in the darkness suffer.

If nearly 60 vampire elites could be consumed at one time, it would definitely be an amazing achievement.

If the Church of Avalon still exists, Natalie and her team members will most likely be canonized after this battle and become warriors who are respected by everyone.

Unfortunately, the Church of Avalon has become a forgotten old religion in the eyes of the world.

The organization that trained her and regarded her as the destination of her soul had been wiped out ten years ago, and the warriors who fought to hunt evil spirits and defend humanity had also become homeless dogs.

"boom"

The violent collision of weapons woke Natalie up from her daze, making her realize that she was still engaged in a fierce battle.

This kind of distraction shouldn't happen to elites.

The fact that she can do this shows that her body, which has been strengthened by natural spiritual energy, has reached its limit.

She thought she could still fight, but her body was starting to break down.

The ferocious-looking blood servant in front of him kicked Natalie in the seriously injured waist and abdomen, causing her to spurt out a mouthful of blood and then fell to the ground with flying ash. The guy came forward with a sharp blade to harvest her head. During the struggle on the ground, veteran Porter could be seen in the chaotic field of vision stabbing his combat claw into the enemy's neck, with a broken spear stuck in his waist.

"Don't touch her!"

A hoarse scolding came from the other side, causing Natalie to turn around with difficulty and see a weak Amber leaning against the carriage, holding a crossbow in both hands.

This thin, sensual but determined scout girl should have found the weapon in the vampire's carriage.

She aimed very hard.

But her right eye, which was blinded by the toxin, made it difficult for her to shoot as accurately as before.

"puff"

The flying arrows flew out, shooting the blood servant who raised the knife to the ground. The two blood servants also turned to kill An Bo.

She had no chance to reload the crossbow.

Natalie and Old Norman almost simultaneously used their last strength to hug the two injured blood servants and dragged them to the ground, fighting with fists and teeth until Amber crawled over covered in blood and used a dagger. Pierced the eyes of the last two blood servants.

Four desperate witch hunters lay in a messy burning camp.

They are dying.

Even if they won another precious victory, the fire was almost over, but they no longer had the strength to climb out of this vortex of death.

An Bo wanted to drag Natalie, but she fell beside her captain as soon as she got up. She could only stare at her with her remaining left eye and move her lips that were cracked with thirst to convey the message. .

What she wanted to say was sorry.

But no apology is needed.

Dying in such a battle is the best destination for the now homeless witch hunters.

It is better than going back alive and facing the disgusted and fearful eyes of those who were once protected by them, being scolded as traitors, and then being sent to another death battlefield by the ruthless and indifferent psionic masters of the Ring Tower.

Their lives have become consumables in the war, and perhaps this has been their position from the beginning.

Natalie closed her eyes.

She feels very tired.

All she wanted now was a good night's sleep.

Maybe if you greet the arrival of death in your sleep, you can reunite with your mother in another world. The memories of that family member seem to be contaminated to the point of blur in the black nightmare of war. This is too inappropriate.

The sound of horse hooves coming from far and near sounded in the dark night. Amidst the panting and uneasy neighing of the war horses, the tall knights from afar jumped to the ground and walked quickly into the dead camp.

The tragic scene in front of him moved the knight with a hood and an oak sword on his back.

Realizing what was happening here, he bent down and carried Natalie and Amber, who were closest, out of the camp, and then turned around to find veterans Porter and Norman.

These two guys are dead.

But he died only a few minutes ago, and his soul has not yet gone to Hades, so there is still hope!

"May Avalon bless you, the mission of the faithful is not over yet."

The knight chanted the name of the god in a low voice, took out the emerald green seeds from his pocket and stuffed them into the mouths of the two veterans.

As his fingers emitting emerald green light struck their hearts hard, the seeds representing life merged with their hearts, and began to beat weakly again in this weird state.

In this case, it's only a matter of five or five whether they can be saved. However, tonight, the Warriors are really favored.

Natalie was quickly awakened by the movement around her.

She could feel the warm water flowing into her mouth. The strange taste was probably due to the addition of herbs, which relieved her extremely tired spirit. She opened her eyes with difficulty and saw a familiar face.

It was covered with wrinkles and seemed to have a sad face. The gray hair extended from under the hood. There were still scars on the left eye and the bridge of the nose, and there was a trace of worry in those old eyes.

"Father fights. Chapter leader."

The huntress grabbed the old knight's hand with excitement. She coughed and said with difficulty:

"We.couldn't finish"

"Rest, kids, you've done a great job."

The old knight known as the "Chapter Leader" comforted:

"Your Falcon Swift Shadow brought the news back to the headquarters, and it was also the one that led me here. You sent nearly one-sixth of the Blood Vulture Clan's hunters into the trap. This is already a pretty remarkable achievement.

I am coming.

I'll get rid of the rest. "

"Avenge the soldiers! Please."

Natalie was finally relieved.

Her exhausted spirit could no longer hold on, and she fell asleep with her head tilted.

Then a petite but fierce and intelligent gray falcon flew down anxiously, landed next to Natalie and jumped around, screaming towards the old knight.

"She's fine, Xunying."

The old knight stood up, pulled down his hood to cover his face and said to the falcon:

"Take care of them, and I'll take care of the rest of the trouble."

He whistled and let the tall red war horse charge into the camp. Without slowing down, he grabbed the horse's reins and turned over. He stepped through the burning camp and rushed towards the narrow path of the filthy swamp.

The fire burned behind him, lengthening the figure of the old knight.

As he got closer to the battlefield of vampires, the sword behind him with a handle and decoration made of sacred white oak began to buzz strangely.

"Well, you can also feel the evil spirits ahead, which is great."

The White Oak Chapter Master felt the enthusiasm rising from the weapon, and he said hoarsely:

"Since the fall of the old religion, you haven't been so active for a while. Are you still remembering the shame that the Blood Vulture left you? That's right!

I'm very angry now!

Sacrifice the eternal silence of vampires and a woodland revenge, please help me, O Holy Blade. "

The hum of the oak sword wrapped in worn sword cloth turned into the strange howl of the forest wind, causing the surrounding trees to tremble and make way for the knight who was riding forward.

The vines subsided, the branches lifted up, and the branches tilted, as if they were responding to the charge of the old knight getting closer to the battlefield, and the harsh sword sounds seemed to be in response, but also like shouting and urging.

Finally, he saw the Midnight Hunters retreating in the darkness in front of him.

Those disgusting scarlet ghosts were retreating in the dazzling night sunlight. They were protected by the night and thought they could still escape.

How naive!

"retreat!"

Miss Femis slammed the dark psychic lightning in her hand at the only three gun-wielding soldiers left in front.

The hunters under her command suffered heavy losses due to the obstruction of those damn psionicists. Although they also killed four times their number of human soldiers and witch hunters, they realized that the transport team's truck had already After leaving, the eldest lady knew that there was no point in staying here and continuing to fight.

It's not impossible to kill the high-level psychic master of the Ring Tower.

But it makes no sense!

If they kill one here, the Ring Tower will send three more. As the base camp of psychic users in the human world, no one knows how many ready-to-go psionic masters there are in the Ring Tower.

Human learning ability is terrifying.

The lives of these short-lived species are like miserable fireworks, but their growth rate makes every vampire, no, every extraordinary creature feel jealous.

The eldest lady has ordered a retreat.

The Midnight Hunters, who had injured more than ten hunters, retreated decisively. They had an absolute speed advantage, and the opponent's pursuit power was already dead.

They wanted to leave but no one could stop them.

But when these vampires turned back, they saw that the Smuggler's Woodland, which had been peaceful just now, had instantly transformed into a "maze" full of malice.

The vines flew like snakes and surged up the tree crown, dragging the flying hunters into the forest, while the shadowy trees on the ground reflected disturbing lines.

They are trapped.

Then the blue-green fire suddenly rose up and turned into a falling sword in the darkness, splitting the Midnight Hunter in two who couldn't dodge.

In the wind as the red warhorse carried its knight galloping past, the chopped-off Midnight Hunter screamed and turned into ignited rotten wood, flickering and dancing with scarlet embers and finally dissipated in the howling forest.

This scene made Miss Femis' blood-red pupils shrink instantly.

That was an elite midnight hunter who was heading towards the silver level, and he could kill him with one blow so easily? Not even a chance to recover and escape?

Who is coming?

And that weird sword!

What is that?

The old knight who came on horseback seemed to feel the surprise of the eldest lady suspended in the air. When he slashed and burned a midnight hunter with his sword again, he raised his head among the scattered embers.

There was no longer any worry or weakness in the old man's eyes, instead there was a sharp and cold life-threatening gaze.

"The Old Religion Saint, Lord of the Oak, and White Knight Commander Finoch Lawson salutes the Blood Vulture! The eternal death knell has tolled! Evil spirits, repent."

he shouted.

The oak holy blade burning with the purifying fire casually waved, and the vampire who was sneaking up from behind was cut down with a sword. Even more dazzling crimson embers exploded, allowing the eldest lady to turn around and flee without any hesitation or even any response.

She had heard of the name, ever since she was little.

Oak Knight Finock, one of the three apostolic saints of the old religion, is in the golden rank!

Damn it!

This human monster who is at least 200 years old should not be here at all!

Mother of Night, have you abandoned us?