My players are so fierce

Chapter 8 8. Now that you are in another world, you have to get used to the fact that your plans cannot keep up with the pace of change.

Although dawn is approaching and the environment is about to enter daytime, which is severely weakened by vampires, it is still the darkest moment of the day. The blessing of night makes Murphy's senses far beyond normal.

After hearing the gunfire, he and Maxim immediately rushed to the scene of the incident. As they got closer, the sensitivity of the extraordinary creature allowed him to capture a slight noise under a cellar in front of him that was suppressed by corpses.

There are people hiding there!

Still a woman!

Murphy smelled a faint scent of perfume in the blood-smelling village. It was not strong but made him squint his eyes, and placed his left hand on the hilt of the scarlet cage sword at his waist.

The weapon used by Mother Tris was filled with the artistic bacteria of the Vampires that had no place to live, and the cage-shaped handguards were engraved with exquisite vulture patterns.

This is a symbol of Blood Eagle being one of the seven vampire clans.

Its name is "The Blade of the Desire Clan", and "Desire" is the original sin of the Blood Eagle Clan.

This is a rather strange concept in the traditional vampire culture. Each of the seven major clans has a corresponding original sin to show their identity as "eternal sin descendants".

"boom"

Murphy arrived and heard gunshots again.

The gunshot was low and fired from the cellar, sending wood chips flying all over the board. Three young players were already hiding nearby and started shouting loudly.

"Hey, isn't this a game with a fantasy background? Why is there such an outrageous thing as a gun?"

The leader, Big Pigeon, was covering his head. His forehead was bleeding. It seemed that he was almost shot by a bullet just now. This guy was really lucky and he was able to dodge the bullets.

"You ask me, who am I asking? This is also the first time for me to play such an exciting game. It's like I jumped from a wizard to a big cousin all of a sudden! I was fighting with a witch hunter just now, but now I have to play It’s an American-style home.”

Ah Yun hid on the other side of the cellar and vomited fiercely. Gu Guji had just recovered his eyesight. He was about to move forward with half a sword in his hand, but Ah Yun held him tightly.

The opponent has a gun, so you can't fight hard!

Gotta outwit.

"My ignorant warriors, do you think our world is a place ruled by a group of primitive people?"

Murphy came over and signaled his rookie player warriors not to panic. While pushing away the body pressed against the cellar, he explained to the three rookies:

"The Brass Dwarves have records of using firearms as early as 400 AD when they laid the first bricks for the Brass Fortress, and the Sealand Kingdom to which these witch hunters belong also fully introduced them when they began military reforms in 1040 The weapons of the dwarves were obtained, and 40 years of reforms allowed that country to grow fangs of steel. In just one year, it annexed another country to form the current Plantagenet Kingdom.

What I want to say is that the world is more complicated than what you see.

You should be more humble. "

"What year is it now?"

Ah Yu, the sixth brother in the dormitory who is the most studious and has the best grades, couldn't help but ask. Murphy glanced at him and said:

"This is the tenth year of the Ten Years' War, August 1111, but the knowledge of history will be discussed later."

He made a gesture to silence himself, then stood to the side and pressed his hand on the cellar door, speaking in a long voice:

"Girl, are you coming out on your own? Or should I catch you out?"

The voice, weak and hoarse due to the weakness caused by drinking the poisonous blood, seemed to have a different kind of evil at this moment, like an evil cat about to catch the poor mouse and inflict unfortunate torture on it.

But in the next second, Murphy keenly heard the sound of bullets being loaded below the cellar, which made the unlucky vampire jump back two steps.

"boom"

There was a muffled sound, and the cellar door was hit again with hot copper bullets, causing wood chips to fly everywhere, and a woman's panicked and angry scream in the darkness.

It's obvious that she hates vampires very much.

Murphy did not step forward immediately and waited for the other party to load the bullet for several seconds. After confirming the loading time, he continued to knock on the cellar door to deceive the other party into taking a shot before rushing in.

Jumping into the darkness along the broken door of the cellar, the woman in front of him who kept retreating in the darkness also had light spots in his eyes, like infrared perspective.

This woman's blood must be clean.

This made the vampire feel hungry.

He licked his lips and stepped forward. He didn't even need to draw his sword and waved away the heavy shotgun in the woman's hand. He grabbed her neck and pushed her back against the cellar wall.

Amid the dust, the power of extraordinary creatures was undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

Although it is a bit difficult to use when facing witch hunters, using it to bully ordinary people is as easy as chopping melons and vegetables. Just the trajectory of Murphy's rapid movement in the dark is not something that this girl can capture.

In the face of such speed, guns and bullets, even in the hands of ordinary people, cannot protect themselves at all.

"ah!"

The young girl who was choked by Murphy screamed.

Her face was covered with black ash, and her long skirt was in tatters. Murphy glanced around and found the body of a witch hunter in the cellar.

The latter's pants had fallen to the crook of his legs and there was a dagger stuck in his chest, with half of his head shattered.

Well, it seems that something happened here before they arrived that cannot be explained in detail. No wonder only five of a team of six witch hunters have appeared now.

It turns out that the last one here was looking for a flower girl and ended up falling over.

The smell of blood in the cellar stimulated Murphy's eyes, which glowed slightly red. He felt the struggle of the girl in his hands. He seemed to be able to see with his naked eyes the hot blood flowing in the girl's veins under her fair skin. This made the canine teeth in Murphy's mouth tremble. Started to move.

His weak body thirsted for blood.

But when he noticed that the three little players were still watching from above, Murphy immediately came back to his senses, waved her hand and threw her out. The latter was so frightened that she rushed out of the cellar and crawled, but was blocked by the three outside. The "Warrior" caught him red-handed.

"Snapped"

Amidst the piercing screams outside the cellar, a light slap hit his face, making the bloodthirsty desire subside. Murphy squatted down in the dark, picked up the shotgun, and placed it on the hunting machine. Search the corpse of the witch for a usable ammo pouch.

"You're not a monster! Murphy!"

Murphy warned himself in the dark:

"You can't go back after sucking the blood of such innocent people. I guess you don't want to see a 25-man land reclamation group knocking on the door in the future. Huh?"

While he was trying to convince himself, he reached out his hand and touched something in the dead witch hunter's pocket.

The blood-stained small scroll was spread out in front of his eyes. A handsome portrait of him was printed in it, and specific information was marked below. Those bright words made Murphy frown.

Important target, kill without mercy?

"grass!"

This portrait made Murphy realize the seriousness of the problem.

Although he knew that he was sent by the patriarch to be bait and cannon fodder, it was one thing for the patriarch to have sinister intentions. It was another thing that his precise portrait fell into the hands of a witch hunter just one day after he left the city.

Regardless of unpredictable psychic means, if calculated based on time, it is basically equal to Murphy's identity, specific information and specific journey before he set off!

Otherwise, it would be unexplainable that they would come to Moreland Village in advance to set up an ambush.

What happened tonight was not Murphy's misfortune at all, this was a fucking trap specially set for him! If it weren't for the heroic rescue of a young player, his life would have been decided here!

There is a traitor in the Blood Eagle Clan!

And he is also a traitor who can directly obtain the contents of the orders given by the clan leader.

"No wonder Tris told me to run away. On the surface, the Blood Vulture Clan seems to have a great advantage in its own territory, but in fact, it is almost being infiltrated into a sieve. This is not a big deal!"

Murphy felt a surge of anger in his heart.

He suppressed his anger and walked out of the cellar with a cold face. He first arranged for the three players to continue searching for valuable things in the village, and then made a gesture to Maxim who tied the strange girl with a rope.

The two of them and a "spare blood pack" entered a house that had not yet collapsed.

The flames on the other side of the village have weakened and will probably go out in a few dozen minutes, but no one cares about the fire anymore, not even the little players.

Murphy handed the witch hunter scroll marked with his portrait to Maxim, who took it in his hand and looked at it, his eyes widened, and he exclaimed:

"There is really a traitor in the clan? It's unimaginable."

Maxim's words made Murphy roll his eyes.

Hey, brother, you haven't gone through the first embracing ceremony and you are still a human being. Why do you keep saying "clan" in your mouth? Are you more loyal than me, the real blood vulture?

"The situation has changed subtly now, Maxim."

Murphy sat on a lame chair, rubbing his forehead and thinking about the current situation, trying to come up with a countermeasure using his more than ten years of social experience.

He said to the nervous Maxim:

"Witch hunters, these bastards trained by the old religion, have always been famous in the mainland for their ferocity and precision in hunting. They have smelled me and will not give up before biting my throat. If I run now, I will fall into their hands. , and maybe even the surrounding witch hunters are already approaching here."

His white fingers tapped lightly on the ashes-covered table, and the messy information in his mind was smoothed out as he thought.

Just like a database transfer, key information is extracted and combined.

This kind of thing is not difficult for Murphy, who is a professional software testing engineer. In his past life, he has been accustomed to peeling away the hidden magical bugs in the layers of architecture. After inexplicably traveling through time, he I'm glad that this good habit has also been brought to another world.

Murphy thought for a moment and made up his mind, then said to the vampire loyal servant who was staring at him:

"It's almost dawn, and I'm very weak now. There's no way I can travel during the day, but the witch hunters are coming fiercely. The only way now is for you to take this secret letter from the patriarch to the predetermined location and hand it over to me on my behalf." Midnight Hunters and asked them to send people to support me.

My portrait is in the hands of the witch hunters, and their first target is me, so I can't leave.

You should first walk from the small road in the direction of East Prussia, then make a large circle and pass through the Anderma Hills from the northwest. This way, although it is far away, it is safe enough and you should not encounter any obstacles.

But you have to be fast enough.

There are horses left by the witch hunters in the village, so get on the road immediately. "

"this"

Maxim looked hesitant.

He's not stupid.

After seeing Murphy's portrait being carried by a witch hunter, he realized that staying here would most likely lead to death. He was already prepared to be thrown away as bait, but he didn't expect that Murphy would directly launch a wave of bipolar counterattacks. change.

This shocked Maxim.

The thought in his mind at this time was: Mr. Murphy, are you the legendary vampire saint? Actually using himself as bait to cover a lowly blood servant?

"No! My lord."

The albino blood servant immediately shook his head and said:

"You should leave first, I'll stay here to block it."

"Do not be silly!"

Murphy scolded:

"You have seen with your own eyes how vicious the Witch Hunters are. These guys are very troublesome! You can't delay time by staying here. If you are really loyal to the Blood Vulture, you should know that only by obeying my orders can we all survive!"

He threw the shotgun he had picked up from the cellar and the ammunition bag to Maxim.

The appearance of this thing is very similar to the classic old Winchester, but it is also full of an overall heavy exotic style. The exquisite patterns on the gun body and the short ax blade connected under the muzzle represent that this is a dwarf rifle. It is a powerful firearm produced by the arsenal of the Brass Dwarves of the Genoa Peninsula.

This thing is synonymous with deterrence in the current Transia region.

Even vampires who are more powerful than Murphy will be in pain for a long time after being shot. Hitting the heart with special bullets can even cause them to faint temporarily.

"Take it! Set off immediately, my life is in your hands."

Murphy put the patriarch's secret order with the psychic stamp into Maxim's hand. He stood up and patted the blood servant of another family on the shoulder and said to him:

"Maxim, you have proven your loyalty, and now I need you to use your wisdom and courage. Although you are Lord Jed's blood servant, I now use the surname of Night of Lesenbula of the Blood Vulture Clan to You promise that if we both survive, I'll give you my first hug.

If you are willing, I will take care of the relationship with Master Jade. "

Hearing this, Maxim's eyes immediately lit up.

He is a true vampire worshiper. He has been serving the Blood Vulture clan since he was picked up by Jed as a child. This makes him regard becoming a real vampire as the biggest goal of his career planning, but he knows his situation, Lord Jed. If you really valued him, you wouldn't have sent him on this death mission.

Therefore, the condition offered by Murphy is something he simply cannot refuse, even if Murphy's elder is the famous "Cruel King" Ms. Tris, but so what?

No matter how weak a vampire is, he is still a vampire!

For these "blood essences", as long as they have that identity, it means victory. As for the status in the family, that is something that needs to be considered and fought for later.

"I'll leave immediately, sir."

Maxim shouldered the gun, placed the patriarch's secret order close to his body, saluted Murphy with a blood vulture and then strode out.

After Murphy watched this loyal guy leave, he settled the tasks for the young players in the three villages and kicked them offline to declare the end of this round of testing.

In the village where he and a human prisoner were the only ones left, he recalculated.

The witch hunters may come back soon, and he will continue to regroup in the ruins of Morland Village. He has three young players who are fighting for the first time and four "lost contact" young players, thanks to the "gifts" of the witch hunters. He has no shortage of weapons and armor, and if the layout is good, he may not be able to fight.

I just happened to be able to take the opportunity to complete the fourth novice guidance mission.

He sat on a lame chair and reopened the forum, intending to chat with his players and make up better lies based on their feedback.

Uh, no, better develop a testing plan.

On the other hand, he also has many questions that he needs to get answers from players, such as the most important one, how do his little players enter the game?

Is it really a keyboard and mouse operation?

Judging from their flexible skills in the "game", you can tell that there is probably something fishy about this matter.