Chapter 22 22 Night Battle in the Swamp

Chapter 22 22. swamp night battle
On the night of August 21st, 1111 A.D., on the southern border of the Transylvania region, at the entrance of the Filthy Swamp.

The sixty Midnight Hunters under the command of Missy Femis and the twenty heavily armed Blood Servants had already 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 small players were also ambushed at the predetermined location of the smuggler’s woodland at the edge of the swamp, hiding in a small section of trench dug in advance, probing their heads and looking at this disturbing jungle shrouded in darkness in front of them.

At this moment even the most heartless little players stopped playing with each other.

The dormitory group of six and the gym student Bull were placed in the foxhole in front of them, holding hand crossbows and hunting crossbows captured from the witch hunters, with all sorts of well-fitting cold weapons at their sides.

They were the candidates for the first wave of the charge.

The six brothers and sisters of the dormitory were very opinionated about this, however, this tactical arrangement was the result of casting lots, so any more dissatisfaction could only be said to be bad luck.

On the high branches of the trees, Miss Lumina Yang Scar, who was chosen as a sniper, had put a grass ring on her head like in the war movies she had seen, and was lying on the wooden planks that were set up on the branches of the trees, searching for a target.

She had no idea how many people she could hit in the darkness of the night.

But she knew that this was the men’s wordless gentlemanly and favorable treatment, after all, where she was, basically the safest position in this tactical arrangement.

“Don’t have a gum to chew either .”

In the crookedly dug trench, Brother Woo Meow spat out in a small voice, only to have the dirtbike next to him hand him a stalk of grass and gesture for him to hold it in his mouth to more or less ease his nerves.

But because yesterday’s accidental eating accident almost became the first guy to get out in the wild in the game, this incident has made Brother Woo Meow already have a psychological shadow for these wild things.

“Don’t worry, I’ve asked the NPC, it’s not poisonous… I mean, did you make an emergency toilet run after you got offline yesterday? I’m really curious if this kind of mental pain would actually transfer to the torso?”

The mud truck with the grass stalk in his mouth heatedly smiled, only to be hammered by the stinky-faced Brother Woo Meow, the mud truck then put away his smile, ruffled the Squadron Leather Armor helmet on his head, and said with a face of unrestrained imagination:
“Listen to our NPC said, this continent has a halfling organized explorer association to adventure everywhere, there are a lot of survival experts among them, each comparable to the wild beyoncé, in the future, there is a plan must go to see a little.”

“How long will this have to wait?”

As the chief commander of the operation, Onboard Happy Stick grabbed the Dwarf Shotgun and climbed over from the back, whining to Brother Woo Meow:
“We don’t even have any means of detection, we can only passively wait this is too annoying, ugh, if only I had a flare in my hand this time.”

“What do you need that for?”

The shovel man next to the dump truck asked curiously:

“Use it as a flare?”

“Bullshit!”

Happy Stick made a gesture of shooting in the air with a sinister expression and said:

“Shoot that thing out towards the sky over the ‘friendly’ position, and we won’t have to wait here in misery… The preparation is still too hasty this time, we need to seize the initiative in the future!

Really, you can’t always be so passive in war.

Look at what a great virtual reality this is, what a great backdrop for war, if we don’t make a good career here, it’s simply a waste of this technology.”

Then there is a burst of difficult to understand words, what “anti-aircraft guns leveling” what “neutron extermination”, said the side of the small players look at each other, the whole body cold.

After Happy Stick grunted and walked away, “More than three to five buckets of guidance”, one of the “four great kings” under Brother Woo Meow, poked the boss on the shoulder, and he whispered:
“Brother Woo Meow, what does this fellow of yours do in reality? Why do I feel so scared?”

“He’s a sandbox maker, and he likes to play P-Society games.”

Brother Woo Meow was also a bit regretful, was it a good thing or a bad thing to drag this war maniac in?

“Oh, so it’s a P Society war criminal! It’s okay then.”

The others suddenly came to a realization.

It seemed like Happy Stick’s erratic behavior had a reasonable explanation all of a sudden.

And don’t look at Happy Stick talking in front of the others, after patrolling the position setup and going back to the back alone, he also nervously panted hard for a few breaths.

He looked at the details of the various scenarios written all over his notebook and took deep breaths while cheering himself up.

Tonight’s setup for all of this came from him, but in reality, he was definitely the most nervous one in the group, whether he was really good at it or it was just on paper, perhaps the answer would be revealed soon.

“Swish.”

A shadowy figure quietly landed behind him and reached out to tap Happy Stick on the shoulder, causing the latter to jerk back to see Murphy staring at him in the darkness.

“Lord Murphy.”

Happy Stick tried to say a few words by following the other people’s address to Murphy, but was stopped by Murphy shaking his head.

He said to Happy Stick:

“You are the commander, you should be with your soldiers!
Don’t be nervous, my warriors, you’ve done the best you can, I’ve seen it all, we’ve done everything we can, the rest is in the hands of fate.

I think that fate, though a b*tch. Bitch, but she will still favor the warriors tonight.”

“Aye! My lord!”

Hearing Murphy’s encouragement, Happy Stick subconsciously straightened his back and gave a military salute, then he saw Murphy waving his hand at him and quietly disappeared into the darkness of the night.

The vampire himself was nervous.

However, when he took a look at his character card, he saw that he had already reached the “proficient” Blood Vulture Sword Art and his character’s career level of 8, and then he felt a sense of confidence.

He had spent the past two days and nights improving his swordsmanship, except for sleeping and dealing with small players, and had finally passed the critical step, which proved that his potential was also being tapped.

As long as he survived tonight.
Murphy squinted at the woodland under the darkness of the night as he clenched his fists and pounded them hard on his chest.

No, he would survive!
He was going to go home with a victory, Tris was waiting for him.

“Maxim, get ready!”

Murphy said to his loyal servant who stood guard at the front:
“Cross this hurdle and no one will stop us from coming out on top.”

The tall servant said in a hushed voice:

“Well, my lord, I never doubted that.”

Meanwhile, at the entrance camp of the Tainted Swamp, the two vampire torturers of the Blood Vulture Clan were ready to begin the night’s “entertainment”.

The skinny guy grabbed a sharp knife specialized in bone removal in the carriage, he stared at Natalie, the huntswoman who was panting with her head down in front of him, pressed the blade against the huntswoman’s dirt-covered waist and belly, and said in a gloomy tone:

“You hounds have really hard bones, you’re still unwilling to open up even after these three days, but you know what? I actually don’t want you guys to give in to this, the more stubborn you guys are, the more delighted I am.

The more stubborn you are, the more I enjoy it. All because the truth and the answer are not in my expectation, and I enjoy only your pain.”

“Pfft.”

The sharp knife pierced into flesh and blood, cutting through the scabbed wound with precision, causing Natalie’s body to twitch, and the taste of the blood caused the torturer to lick his scarlet lips.

He leaned in close to Natalie’s face and said in a muffled voice:
“Hang in there, little girl, the night is long tonight, and I’m hungry for more fun.” “Warband . Warband in .”

Natalie grunted out a few words, as if she couldn’t hold on enough to break the news.

The weak gesture brought a wave of disgust to the torturer, but Missy was still waiting for the news, so he leaned closer to Natalie’s mouth to hear it more clearly.

“Snap.”

The bloodied left hand wrenched free from the loosened snap lock, and the halfling anesthetizer clutched in the palm of his hand flicked a switch, the thin spikes springing out and sinking into the vampire’s neck in the next second.

Natalie was drumming up enough energy to stab in towards the vampire torturer’s veins, causing him to let out a scream followed by staggering back, but the effects of the halfling’s special anesthetic took effect extremely quickly and without any attenuation for the transcendent beings, causing the torturer to fall to his knees in a flash of muscle relaxation.

The commotion immediately drew the attention of the other fellow in the doorway.

He rushed in and saw the scene and was about to step forward to strangle Natalie who was struggling to free herself, but coldly surprised the veteran Norman across the street attacked from behind and with the same last burst of strength he stuck the second anesthetic into his spine.

Although vampires are extraordinary creatures, but their body structure is very similar to humans, the spine is also fatal, anesthetizer effect faster, let the guy plop on the ground.

Natalie had already unlocked the right hand clasp.

Her entire body went limp on the ground but then gritted her teeth and pulled out the bone-splitting knife under her ribcage, pouncing on the two vampires and stabbing them one by one in silence.

Getting that blood splattered in all directions until it dyed her whole body scarlet, just like an evil ghost that crawled out from hell.

A few minutes later, the four captives helped each other climb out of the fishy wagon, and Natalie found two jars of kerosene that had been left there specifically by the side of the wagon.

She glanced behind her at the wagon.

In the absence of demon-removing materials, a sharp weapon alone could not completely kill a vampire, and those two malignant fellows would soon recover, and there was no way they could escape in their current state.

“Use fire! Burn them!”

Potter, the one-armed veteran with a broken leg, snapped through his teeth:

“I’ll stay here, you guys go! Norman, Ambrose, take little Natalie and go!”

“Shut up!”

The huntress chortled, twisting the lid of the fire oil as hard as she could and splashing it on the wagon behind her as she limped forward, weak but determined:
“Not one less! Either we go together or we die together! Quickly! Light this place up, the bigger the fire the better, a transport from the Kingdom of Goldfinch is coming through the Smuggler’s Woods and the vampires are going to ambush them!

To give them a warning!
The fire has to be big so they can see it!

Do it!”

Without further ado, the other three endured the pain to find various fire-starters.

That is, the witch hunter’s physical quality exceeds that of ordinary people and has a certain degree of natural spiritual affinity that can accelerate the healing of injuries, otherwise ordinary people would have hung up long ago with such injuries.

Soon, a flame burned up in the camp at the entrance of the swamp.

Sparks licked the oil-soaked carport, and in an instant rose into the air to illuminate the entire camp, the two vampires in the wagon let out miserable screams and climbed out of the sea of flames with great difficulty, but was blocked outside the veterans kicked back hard.

Old Norman fastidiously watched the evil creature screaming in the fire, the firelight illuminated his face full of wounds.

Behind him, three witch hunters stood as if mourning their fallen companions.

The firelight was too conspicuous in the darkness.

In the instant it flared up it made Missy Femis at the edge of the swamp jerk back, a flash of bewilderment flashed across that doll face of Furore’s, she couldn’t seem to figure out what was going on there but the next instant she knew it was not good.

“Prepare for a surprise attack!”

Missy ordered with a scowl on her face and the other Midnight Hunters rose from their hiding places.

The Smuggler’s Woodland caravan had just crossed the swamp was still far from stepping into the ambush circle Murphy had set up further ahead, but unless the other side was blind there was no way they wouldn’t have seen the fires behind them.

The original ambush plan had gone bust.

We can only attack.

“Adele!”

Missy screamed as she turned to the Bloodservant Steward behind herself, who was clutching a thorny bayonet:

“Take the Blood Servants to Murphy! Tell him to enter the battlefield from the rear in support! Hurry!”

“No! This is about Murphy, this is about him . Don’t go! Missy! Danger!”

Lady Adele had figured everything out by now from the flames burning in the camp, but she was too late to stop Missy and the hunters from rushing into the battlefield, so she could only stomp her foot and turn around with a few Blood Servants to rush to the back.

At the edge of the smuggler’s woodland, the caravan of goldfinches that had just come out of the filthy swamp and was escorted by hundreds of soldiers had also stopped advancing.

On the large wagon in the center, the psychic from the Tower of the Ring released a spell that allowed him to look down on the landscape where the fires were burning, but the next instant he saw those blood-colored batwings rising up from the edge of the swamp in the darkness of the night.

“Blood vulture ambushers! Sixty at least!”

The psychic grabbed his battle staff and shouted a warning to:
“Ambush! Team one, team two, team three! Prepare for battle! Team four escort the supplies off the battlefield.”

Several psychics in the back immediately rose to cast spells, blinding sun psychic energy was called upon like the sunlight waving under the night, used to repel the vampire’s surprise attack.

The front and rear wagons were also unhorsed and parked in place, the huge gas fuel tanks plugged into the cold machinery.

With levers attached and flywheels turning, the heavy steam rapid-fire guns stored in the wagons were pointed in the direction of the attack, the roar of the steam ovens and the rattling of the machinery making a solemn scene around them.

The well-trained soldiers quickly formed up, shotguns loaded, and the witch hunters in the ranks sheathed their blades in preparation for a counterattack.

The large black wagons transporting important supplies in the center broke away from their positions and continued forward under the escort of twenty breastplate musket cavalrymen.

“You have to protect these!”

The psionicist who had first spotted the Blood Vulture attack banged on the window of the wagon and spoke to the man inside:
“You know this is General Loren’s personal property, and if it is lost, even your clan leader will be implicated.”

“Gee whiz, who are you scaring?”

A disdainful voice from the car responded:

“Better mind your own business, I can smell the rotten stench of those stinking vultures from this far away, may you not be eaten by them as carrion.

May you have a good hunt, Your Excellency.

As for me, no worries.
A hungry wolfbat such as myself can always take care of myself.”

(End of chapter)