Chapter 8 8 You have to get used to the fact that plans don’t change when you’re in the Otherworld.

Chapter 8 8. Being in the Otherworld you have to get used to the rhythm of plans catching up with change
Despite the fact that dawn was approaching and the environment was about to enter a severely weakened daylight for vampires, this was still the darkest time of the day, and the blackness added to Murphy’s senses far beyond what they normally were.

Immediately upon hearing the gunshots, he and Maxim rushed towards the incident, and as they drew closer, the acuity of the transcendent creatures then allowed him to catch a slight rattling underneath one of the cellars in front of them, which had been weighed down by a body.

There was someone hiding there!
Or a woman!
Murphy caught a faint whiff of perfume in the blood-soaked village, not overpowering yet causing him to narrow his eyes and place his left hand on the hilt of the scarlet caged hand-stabbed sword at his waist.

This weapon that Mother Tris had used was filled with the artful bacteria of the Bloods that had no place to rest, with elaborate vulture designs carved all over the cage guard.

It was a symbol of the Blood Vulture’s status as one of the seven clans of vampires.

It was called the “Ethnic Blade of Desire”, and “desire” was the original sin of the Blood Vulture clan.

This is a rather peculiar concept in the vampire traditional culture, each of the seven clans has a corresponding original sin, so as to indicate their identity as “eternal sinners”.

“Bang!”

Murphy arrived to hear another gunshot.

The sound of the shot was low, and it came from inside the cellar, sending wood shavings flying across the boards, and the three little players were already hiding and yelling at each other.

“Hey, isn’t this a fantasy setting game? What’s with the outrageous stuff like guns?”

The big pigeon in the lead covered his head, his forehead was bleeding, it seemed that he was almost opened by a bullet just now, this guy’s luck was really good, the bullets actually dodged them all.

“You ask me, who do I ask? It’s also my first time to play such an exciting game ah, it’s like jumping from a wizard to a big cousin all of a sudden! Just now, I was sparring with a witch hunter with a knife, but as a result, this is going to be a game of American style curfew.”

Badger hid on the other side of the cellar and ruthlessly spat out a groan, Gu Gu Chicken has just regained its eyesight, and grabbed the hand and a half sword to go inside, but was held down by Badger.

The other side has a gun, can’t do it the hard way!
We have to be smart.

“My ignorant warriors, are you treating our world like it’s ruled by a bunch of primitive people?”

Murphy came over to signal his rookie player warriors not to panic, he pushed the bodies pressed against the cellar out of the way while explaining to the three little rookies:

“The Brass Dwarves had already recorded the use of firearms as early as the 400th year of the Era when they laid the first bricks for the Brass Fortress, and the Kingdom of Sealand, to which these witch hunters belonged, had already fully introduced the Dwarves’ weaponry when they began their military reforms in the 1040’s, and 40 years of reforms had allowed that country to grow fangs of steel and annex another country in just one year to form the Kingdom of Goldfinch now.

What I’m trying to say is that the world is a lot more complicated than what you’ve seen.

You should be humbled.”

“So what year is it now?”

Badger, the most learned and best graded of the six brothers in the dormitory, couldn’t help but ask, and Murphy glanced at him and said:
“It’s the tenth year of the Ten Year War, August of Era 1111, but the learning of history will come later boo.”

He made a gesture of silencing himself and stood sideways again reaching down and squeezing the cellar door lengthening his voice to speak downward:
“Will you come out yourself, girl? Or shall I pull you out?”

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

But the next second Murphy keenly heard the sound of bullets being loaded from below the cellar, which made the unlucky vampire take two steps back with a jolt.

“Bang.”

There was a muffled thud as the cellar door was once again riddled with wood shavings from searing copper bullets, and the panicked and angry screams of a woman belonging to a woman in the darkness.

It was obvious that she hated vampires with a passion.

Murphy didn’t step forward immediately, waiting for the other man to take several seconds to reload, and after confirming the time it took to do so, he continued banging on the cellar door to trick the other man into taking a shot in between before rushing in.

Jumping into the darkness through the broken cellar door, the woman in front of him who was constantly retreating in the darkness also brought a point of light in Murphy’s eyes like infrared vision.

This woman’s blood was definitely clean.

It made the vampire feel a rush of hunger.

He licked his lips and bullied his way in, not even needing to draw his sword he swung the heavy shotgun the woman was gripping in her hand, grabbed her by the neck and pinned her back against the cellar wall.

The power of the superhuman creature was on display in the dust and dirt.

Although it was a bit bad when facing witch hunters, it was as easy and simple to use it to bully ordinary people as chopping up a melon and cutting up a vegetable, the trajectory of Murphy’s rapid movement in the darkness alone was not something that this girl could capture.

In front of such speed, guns and bullets even in the hands of ordinary people simply could not play a role in protecting themselves.

“Ah!”

The young girl who was choked by Murphy screamed.

Her face was smeared with black ash and her gown was torn and tattered, and Murphy swept to the side and realized that there was another witch hunter’s body in the cellar.

The latter’s pants had faded to the crook of his legs while he had a dagger stuck in his chest and half of his head had been blown apart.

Well, it seemed that something had happened here before their arrival that couldn’t pass muster if they went into detail, so it was no wonder that only five of the six witch hunters in a group had shown up now.

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

The smell of blood in the cellar stimulated Murphy’s eyes to emit a slight red light, feeling 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 veins under the girl’s pale skin, which made the canines in Murphy’s mouth start to move.

His weakened body craved blood.

But when he noticed that the three little players were still watching from above, Murphy immediately came back to his senses and waved his hand, throwing her out, who was so scared that she rolled and crawled out of the cellar, but was caught by the three “warriors” who were blocking the way.

“Splat!”

Amidst the ear-splitting screams from outside the cellar, a light slap to the face made the bloodlust subside, and Murphy crouched down in the darkness to pick up the shotgun and look for usable ammo pouches on the witch hunter’s body.

“You’re not a monster! Murph!”

Murphy admonished to himself in the darkness in his own mind:

“There’s no going back after sucking the blood of innocents like this, and I’m guessing you don’t want to see a 25-man opening party slamming down the door in the future . Hmm?”

Being in the midst of his self-conviction he reached out his hand and ended up touching something in the dead witch hunter’s fanny pack.

The small, blood-stained scroll spread out before his eyes, and a handsome portrait belonging to him was emblazoned in it, with specific information labeled underneath, and the bright words made Murphy frown tightly.

Important target, shoot to kill?

“Fuck!”

The portrait made Murphy realize the severity of the problem.

Even though he knew that he was sent out by the patriarch to be bait and cannon fodder, it was one thing for the patriarch to have evil intentions, it was another for his precise portrait to fall into the hands of the witch hunters just a day after he left the city.

Disregarding the unpredictable means of spiritual energy, if calculated according to time, it is basically equivalent to when Murphy has not yet departed, these witch hunters have already known his identity and specific information as well as the specific distance traveled! Otherwise it could not be explained that they would come to Moorland Village in advance to set up an ambush.

Tonight’s matter wasn’t Murphy’s bad luck at all, it was a damn trap set specifically for him! If it wasn’t for the heroic rescue of a small player, his life would have been accounted for here!

There is a traitor in the Blood Vulture Clan!

And also a traitor who can directly get the content of the orders commanded by the clan leader.

“No wonder Tris told me to hurry up and run, this Blood Vulture Clan seems to have a great advantage in their territory on the surface, but in reality, they’re almost infiltrated into a sieve, so it’s still a fight!”

A wave of anger welled up in Murphy’s heart.

He suppressed the fire and walked out of the cellar with a cold face, first arranging for three players to continue searching for valuable things in the village, then gestured to Maxim who had tied up the strange girl with a rope.

The two of them, plus a “spare blood pack”, entered a house that had not yet collapsed.

The flames on the other side of the village had diminished and would probably be out in a few minutes, but no one cared about the fire anymore, not even the small players.

Murphy handed the witch hunter scroll marked with his portrait to Maxim, who took it in his hand and glanced at it as well as widened his eyes and exclaimed:
“There really is a traitor in the clan? Unbelievable.”

Maxim’s words made Murphy roll his eyes.

Hey, big brother, you haven’t gone through the first embrace ceremony yet and you’re still a human, why is it that you’re saying “clan”, more loyal than me, a proper Blood Wyvern?
“The situation has changed subtly, Maxim.”

Murphy sat on the limp chair, rubbing his forehead and pondering the current situation, trying to come up with a countermeasure using his ten years of social experience.

He said to the nervous Maxim:

“Witch hunters, these bastards trained by the old religion have always been known on the continent for their ferocity and precision in hunting, they have already smelled me and won’t give up until they bite my throat. I’ll fall into their trap if I run now, and it’s even possible that the witch hunters around me are already approaching this way.”

His white fingers tapped lightly on the ash-covered table, the jumble of information in his mind being smoothed out as he thought about it.

It was like a database mobilization pulling out key information and combining it.

This kind of thing wasn’t difficult for Murphy, who was a professional software testing engineer, in his past life he had gotten used to pulling through the layers of architecture to find those magical bugs that were hidden away, and after inexplicably traveling across the world, he was glad that this good habit had been brought to the otherworld along with him.

Murphy pondered for a moment to make up his mind, and said to the vampire faithful servant staring at him:

“It’s almost dawn and I’m too weak now to make the journey in daylight, but the witch hunters are coming in strong, the only way now is for you to take this secret letter from the patriarch with you to the predetermined location, hand it over to the Midnight Hunters instead of me and ask them to send someone 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 take the path first toward East Preuss and make a large circle to cross the Andromeda Hills from the northwest, which is far but safe enough that you shouldn’t encounter any stops.

But you have to be fast enough.

There are horses left by the witch hunters in the village, so get on your way at once.”

“This.”

Maxim was filled with hesitation.

He was not stupid.

After seeing Murphy’s portrait being carried around by the witch hunters he realized that staying here was a high probability of death, he was already prepared to be dropped as bait, but he didn’t expect Murphy to directly come with a wave of bipolar reversal.

This made Maxim’s face full of astonishment.

The thought in his mind at this moment was: are you the legendary vampire saint, Lord Murphy? Actually using yourself as bait to cover a lowly blood servant?
“No! My lord.”

The albino blood servant immediately shook his head as he said:

“You should be the one to leave first, and I’ll stay here to block.”

“Don’t be silly!”

Murphy chided:
“You’ve seen the venom of the Witch Hunters with your own eyes, these guys are tricky! You won’t be able to delay them at all by staying here. If you’re truly loyal to the Blood Wyverns, you should know that following my orders will keep us all alive!”

He tossed the shotgun he had retrieved from the cellar along with the ammo pouch to Maxim.

The thing was shaped much like a classic old Winchester, but with an overall thick, exotic look, and the elaborate pattern on the body and the short axe blade attached just below the muzzle represented that it was a Dwarven rifle, a high-powered firearm crafted in the arsenals of the Brass Dwarves of the Genoese Peninsula.

This thing was synonymous with deterrence in the current Transylvania region.

Even a vampire more powerful than Murphy would have to suffer half a day’s pain from taking a shot, and hitting them in the heart with a specialty bullet could even cause them to temporarily faint.

“Take it! Leave immediately, my little life is in your hands.”

Murphy shoved the clan leader’s secret order with a psychic energy stamp into Maxim’s hand, he got up and patted this other person’s blood servant’s shoulder and said to him:
“Maxim, you have proven your loyalty, now I need you to use your wisdom and courage. Though you are a blood servant of Lord Jed, I now pledge to you by the dark surname of Clan Lexenbrae of the Blood Vulture that if we both survive, then I will perform the first embrace for you.

I will take care of Lord Jed’s side of the relationship if you wish.”

Hearing these words, Maxim’s eyes immediately lit up.

He was a true vampire worshipper who had been serving the Blood Vulture Clan since he was picked up by Jed as a child, which made him see becoming a true vampire as the biggest goal of his career plan, but he knew his situation, and Lord Jed wouldn’t have sent him on this death-dealing mission if he really valued him.

Therefore, right now, Murphy gave this offer is he simply can not refuse, even if Murphy’s honorary elder is the famous “King of the Scrappers” Ms. Tris, but so what?

The weakest vampire is still a vampire!
For these “essence blood”, as long as they have that identity is equal to victory, as for the status of the family, that is only after the need to consider the struggle for things.

“I’ll leave at once, my lord.”

Maxim picked up the gun, placed the clan leader’s secret order in a close position, gave Murphy a blood vulture salute and then walked out with great strides.

Murphy watched this loyal fellow leave, then settled the quests for the three small village players and “kicked them offline” to announce the end of the round of testing.

With only him and a human captive left in the village, he resumed his calculations.

Witch hunters may come again soon, he continued to regroup in the ruins of the Moorland village, he has three small players of the first battle and four “lost” small players under his command, thanks to the witch hunters’ “gifts” so that he is not short of weapons and armor, set up a good arrangement. I don’t think I’ll be able to do it without a fight.

It’s also a good opportunity to finish the fourth newbie quest.

He sat down in a limp chair and reopened the forums, intending to chat with his players and make up better lies based on their feedback.
Uh, no, better formulate testing scenarios.

On the other hand, he had a lot of doubts that he needed to get answers to from his players, such as the most important one, by what means did his own little players actually enter the game?

Is it really a keyboard and mouse operation?
Just look at their nimble hands in the “game”, I know that there is probably something fishy about this.

(End of chapter)