Chapter 24 24 Only thugs with no taste go crazy when they see blood, well
Chapter 24 24.Only thugs with no taste go crazy when they see blood, good vampires need to clean up their act
The ambush circle battle had entered its second phase.
The remaining cavalry of the convoy had been driven into the denial trenches and couldn’t climb up for a while, but the two Starworld wolves summoned by the stirring lycanthropic vampire, Jopan Makki, had become a new threat.
These true otherworldly creatures were larger than ordinary wolves, fierce and loyal, and moved as fast as the wind like calves charging through the darkness of the night at their master’s command, chasing a group of small players into a frenzy.
Unlucky ring Chong and black silk brother has died under the kiss of the wolf, was staring at the wow meow brother had no choice but to take their remaining two big diamonds to escape to their trenches, intends to play a game of hide and seek.
These two guys were star realm creatures causing long range attacks like bullets to do poor damage to them, just by looking at the skin that was emitting starlight one could tell that this thing would probably have to be solved with melee combat.
However, although the small players are not afraid and dismounted cavalry to fight a physical battle, but they want them to physically charge half a person high giant wolf heart or a little hairy.
Just like some warriors dare to slide shovel tiger, but face the watchman goose or the same will be chased wow, this is not a problem of courage, sometimes the source of fear of such creatures as people is strange and unreasonable, for example, some people will go up to ask for a balloon when they see clowns, while some people will be clowns scared of peeing in their pants for a reason.
Not to mention, this is a wolf alas, it will bite!
“Quick! Niu Niu, it’s your gym student’s turn to slide and shovel! Hurry!”
The lead Dove screamed miserably as he was tackled head-on by a Star Realm wolf.
He kept letting out chicken-killing screams and did his best to clasp the wolf’s head to prevent him from biting his neck, and also shouted towards the nearby Precipice Ox, counting on the gym student to save his life, or if not, to be a bait.
“Slippery shovel my ass! It’s not like it’s a tiger!”
The ox that was covered in blood shouted, gathered courage and grabbed the hunting knife to pounce on the back of that star world wolf, just like a matador poking and stabbing madly.
The other members of the dormitory’s six brothers and sisters also swarmed up in a brainwave, trying to save their beloved housemaster’s son by strongman locking the wolf.
As a result, these seven people pressed up but couldn’t deal with a single wolf’s scene watched the happy stick old brother who limped by shaking his head, deeply feeling that the next generation of the motherland’s flowers were really being raised in a greenhouse and spoiled.
Say, have you all never seen how to kill a pig on New Year’s Eve?
It’s definitely not possible to use deadly force like this!
“What a beast!”
Happy Stick roared, deciding to teach these youngsters a good lesson, so he held his spear in both hands and pounced on that Star Realm Wolf while he was shaking off the opening of the screaming Pigeon Treasure.
Ferocious and precise spear into the wolf’s mouth, followed by a deadly stab in, the pain of that beast jumping up and down, and then by the gray-faced oxen pounced up and ruthlessly to the waist and abdomen added a few knives this calf-sized wolf on the ground to death.
However, there is still one Star World Wolf left chasing after Brother Meow, and the other side of the trench is already filled with wailing.
Panting, Happy Stick pulled out his bloodstained spear, he felt a bit off his feet and cursed that this damn game was done realistically and hardcore, making him feel like he was back in chaotic Africa, but unfortunately he didn’t have an AK that wouldn’t blow up in his hand either.
It always felt like it was missing that flavor.
The old man took a breath, glanced at the seven student parties next to him, and asked:
“Can we still fight?”
“Yes!”
Pigeon Treasure, who had been dragged back to lose the battle, although he had almost had his neck bitten off by the Star Realm Wolf, he still shouted sharply:
“A man can never say no! My old dad said so!”
“Good! Your old dad is very spirited!”
Happy Stick gave a thumbs up and shake, and with a casual wave of his hand, shouted:
“Guys, come with your brother and slaughter the wolves! Hey, Yang Trace girl, come down from the tree, the ground is safe.”
“Ow, I’ll come down right away, I don’t know how to climb a tree, you guys are down there then ouch!”
Yang trace’s response came from the treetops.
But this girl looks really not good at climbing trees, before or NPC brought her up, this will clumsily hold the trunk of the tree intends to learn to slide down like a monkey.
As a result, she just got up and her feet slipped.
“Careful!”
“Ah ah ah ah. Bang!”
In the dormitory seven brothers and happy stick old brother speechless gaze, this battle made a big achievement sniper sister hand dancing from five or six meters high tree fell headlong to the ground and then no movement.
A few seconds later there was a miserable spot of light lit up in the dark night.
Lumina Yang Trace, the first bow fetch under Murphy’s command, died.
Cause of death: too slippery feet.
“Shit! This is too much bad luck, isn’t it?”
Pigeon Treasure, who was carried up by Goo Goo Chicken, couldn’t help but spit out a sentence, but then looking around the battlefield for a week, apart from Lumina, who had just hung up, and Black Silk Brother and Sanwu Doo, who had been bitten by the wolves, as well as Dirt Truck and Shovel, who had been taken out by the Wolfsbane Vampire, the remaining eleven people had all survived.
EMMM, barely a big win.
As the commander of this battle, Happy Stick did some calculations and decided to define the first battle he commanded as an “epic victory”, however, if they didn’t go to support them, Woo Meow’s side, who was playing hide-and-seek with the ferocious wolves, was probably going to be wiped out.
Happy Stick rushed over with the student party and quickly killed the second wolf, saving Woo Meow Dog’s life from the wolf’s mouth, but before he could catch his breath, Bull over there ran over with the seriously injured Maxim on his back.
The gym student exclaimed:
“I can’t understand this NPC’s speech! But he’s in a hurry, our mainline NPC has disappeared along with the mini-boss who took out the dump truck and the shovel!
I now suspect that the NPC helped us lure away that mini-boss.
Should we go help?”
“F*ck, can this not be helped? I’m afraid the game will restart if the main NPC dies.”
With a face full of blood, Brother Woo Meow kicked the corpse of the Star Realm Wolf beside him, took the Goldfinch Soldier Rifle handed to him by Badger, and loaded it with a click.
Happy Stick glanced at his surviving brothers, he hesitated and said:
“Push up that automatic hunting crossbow! And concentrate the explosive bombs in the cavalry horse pockets, we can’t even touch the collar of that little boss. That guy is too fast, we can only engage in fire suppression to curb our NPCs.”
“Brother Stick! There are still five or six cavalrymen with broken legs in the refusal trench, what about them?”
The bionic snail in the student party whispered a couple questions.
Happy Stick glanced at him and said:
“What’s the name Stick? Who did you learn that from? Call it Brother Happy! What do you want to do with all those enemy cavalrymen with their blood bars lit up? Kill them all! Make it quick then go support our NPCs.”
“Ah this.”
The student party burst into an uproar.
This was naturally not much psychological pressure to kill monsters in other games, but Real Otherworld made the modeling of these monsters too realistic.
The adrenaline rush during a head-on fight is nothing to sneeze at.
But right now, killing prisoners is something like
“Just leave them there to fend for themselves.”
Brother Woo Meow looked at the wrong atmosphere and spoke out:
“They won’t be able to climb out anyway, those Blood Servants dug the pit too hard.”
“People don’t know how to iterate Rohan? A pit that’s only four meters high who do you think it can trap? Those are all veterans!”
Happy Stick sneered and said:
“You guys say that this game is real and the NPCs are intelligent, but it’s still you guys who look down on them in turn, this is a war! You guys really think you’re playing house.
It’s fine if you don’t kill, but don’t lay a mine for yourselves.
It’ll be a laugh if they steal everything, give the cavalrymen in those pits a shot each, just hit the legs, go!”
Rod gave an order, the student party grabbed their guns and turned to go over, this will ooh meow brother pulled his hand and whispered:
“Don’t you bring that shit with you! This is a game, be united.”
“Orders are forbidden! Understand?”
Happy Stick let out a long sigh and spat:
“Forget it, you guys aren’t professional after all, I’ll form my own group later when there are more people and pull my old buddies back! Now hurry up and go push the cart and save the NPCs.”
A group of small players ran over to push the “fire platform” in Maxim’s instructions in the direction of Murphy disappeared into the forest, and soon they encountered hiding here holding her head and shivering Miriam.
The redhead hadn’t joined the fight but had witnessed the whole ambush and was relieved to see Maxim.
As much as she usually hated the vampire wannabe, it was much better to see an acquaintance than to encounter an enemy in this moment on a chaotic battlefield. “Murphy’s headed for the swamp!”
Miriam hurried up to report:
“He’s probably trying to lure that vampire over to Missy’s side, but he’s not as fast as that guy, so you guys will have to work harder.”
“The hunting crossbow seems to be jammed.”
Maxim endured the pain and said to Miriam:
“You go up there and fix it, the lord’s warriors will push their way over, and the lord will be able to hold out until we get there!”
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“Pfft.”
Murphy’s tattered body was struck by a huge force and spun around in the air then fell to the ground in a sorry state.
Maxim’s confidence in him was high but it didn’t change the current bad situation, even though the proficient level of Blood Vulture Swordsmanship allowed him to fight with Jopan Makkie without losing his sword, but nay the power of skill was based on strength.
He fell to the ground and looked at Qiao Pan who had lost his human form in front of him, the detection effect that he threw up just now was still there, so Murphy could see that guy’s information floating in front of his eyes:
Name: [Gray Claw Elite] Qopan Marky Gungroo
Rank: Elite Template – Black Iron Body – Silver Trial has been opened
Profession: Level 12 Wolf Claw Hunter / Level 9 Wilderness Wanderer / Pastry Chef – Cookie Specialization
Status: Bleeding – Unbridled Rage – Wilderness Monstrous Shape
Evaluation: Crushing Strength – Extremely Dangerous
Murphy was only a professional now and hadn’t even activated the Black Iron Trial, but Qiao Pan had already opened the more advanced Silver Trial, which meant that this Wolfsbane Descendant in front of him was at least two levels higher than Murphy in terms of absolute power!
Moreover, this guy also has an obvious “elite template”, which is much more powerful than Murphy’s pathetic ordinary template.
This guy in a one-on-one can easily clean up the elite Midnight Hunters, it is estimated that even the genius Miss Phyllis may take a little time to finish this guy off.
No wonder the Goldfinch Kingdom’s transportation team would use Qiao Pan as their final finale card.
In a mortal world engagement where the high end forces don’t show up, a transcendent creature vampire with a near-silver body showing up when it’s dark can basically be described as a crunchy messy kill.
“Seeing the way you talk big, I thought you were a powerful character, but I didn’t realize that you were a loser who hadn’t even perfected the Black Iron rank yet!”
Qiao Pan disdainfully waved his knife-like claws in his hands, a drop of blood clawed from Murphy’s body flung down, although this guy’s summons were a bit interesting, he, the summoner himself, was really lackluster.
He had already lost interest in Murphy.
The Wolfsbane Pastry Chef admonished that the weak were just a creamy embellishment on the life of the strong.
“Pfft.”
The Ethnic Blade of Desire in Murphy’s hand was kicked aside as he was stomped on by Jopan, a nasty grin squeezing out of the other man’s hideous, white, twisted face like an evil spirit.
He ran his tongue over his sharp teeth and said:
“You haven’t been transformed long, have you? I’m guessing no more than a year? Your venerable elder should be very weak, and didn’t even manage to pass on the true power of the Blood Clan to you, causing you to become a half-breed as well.
But I think you have a lot of potential!
Your superb swordplay and strange summoning techniques both represent that you will become a potential rising star of the Blood Wyvern Clan in the future, and the best part is that you don’t lack the courage to show your sword to a strong enemy!
What a pity, what a pity, Wolfsbane’s duty is to break the Blood Vulture’s spine and stomp you into the mud for eternity.
So, Murphy, the star of the future.
We can say goodbye forever!
I will follow the ancient tradition of sending the news of your death back to your honored mother and tell her of your despair and struggle as you died, forging a new hatred to add to the old grudge.
I am honored.”
To this, Murphy replied by raising his hand and clasping Jopan’s ankle, he squeezed the psychic energy in his body and transformed it into a Psychic Shock-Darkness Blast, a corrosive ball of psychic light exploded in his hand, causing Jopan’s skin to tear and blood to spatter in all directions.
The blow was painful enough, and caused Jopan to turn his staff sword and thrust it down with a whine to pin Murphy to the ground.
But an attack like that wouldn’t kill the vampire.
Their dark, almost “immortal” supernatural creatures had no apparent weaknesses except for sunlight, and Jopan still had one last step to take if he wanted to execute Murphy.
Drain his blood!
Take away his power!
Give him eternal silence, so that he will never be able to recover from the darkness again.
“Die, little vulture!”
Chopan’s claws snapped into Murphy’s skin.
The vampire felt all the blood in his body begin to flow backwards to converge on the wound, and just in the nick of time, a gunshot made Jopan’s head splatter with blood and interrupted the blood-drawing ritual of eternal silence.
The vicious wolfsbane thug twisted his head to see Madame Adele, Missy’s blood servant, grasping a delicate revolver and firing at him repeatedly, and with her other hand, she drew her scarlet bayonet from her skirt.
She didn’t like Murphy.
She even guessed Murphy’s dishonorable role in this night’s events, but right now, Murphy’s forces were the only ones still intact, and she had to have Murphy go forward with her to support Missy!
The guy definitely had a back-up plan, and right now Missy needed his wisdom.
Lady Adele was a good shot, and the second shot hit Jopan in the throat, his vocal cords being torn out making him let out a low whistling scream, leaving Murphy behind to pounce like a spectral ghost on the bold mortal before him.
The vicious claw attack was blocked by Lady Adele’s thrusting sword, and after a few seconds of the two individuals of the Black Iron Order going back and forth against each other, the lady, who was a human, was not losing out on skill, but was ultimately no match for the crazed Jopan.
She was knocked away by the other party to fly the bayonet to hold her body, and then the sharp canine teeth bit into Mrs. Adele’s slender and white neck.
She let out a miserable wail.
Jopan was laughing maniacally.
He feels joy for drinking the blood of virgins and sees it as a sign of good fortune.
But soon he regretted it.
For the tragedy that had happened to Murphy was repeated in this wolfsbane thug.
As Lady Adele’s blood was swallowed into his stomach, an indescribable retching and weakness soon gripped the frantic Jopan, who realized he was being backstabbed as he pushed the cunning woman to the ground, staggered backward shaking his head as if he were drunk, and then two seconds later covered his stomach and vomited with a gagging sound.
“Only thugs with no taste go crazy when they see blood, unfortunately we just captured four witch hunters earlier, does my blood taste good? Mr. Thug.”
Rising from the ground Mrs. Adele covered her bleeding neck with one hand and with a pale and expressionless face grabbed her scarlet hand cannon, struggling to maintain her decency as a housekeeper, and pressed it against Jopan’s head again sending the remaining four bullets into his hard skull.
Murphy, who had stood up, still had Jopan’s staff sword stuck in his body, but at that moment also stepped forward with the Ethnic Blade of Desire, matching Mrs. Adele’s attack with a piercing swing from behind that severed Jopan’s limbs and stabbed him through the heart.
The guy’s wounds were like legendary monsters that began to heal almost immediately.
“Blanch! Our NPC is so miserable! Hurry up!”
“Help! Help!”
The rowdy shouts of the smaller players rang out from the back, and Badger, who was crouched behind the automatic hunting crossbow that had begun to rotate, shouted excitedly:
“Watch us finish off this monster with bombs and blazing fire! Victory belongs to us! Victory belongs to the grand plan!”
Murphy barely managed to stand up straight and looked at his cute little players each cupping an explosive bomb in their hands.
Brother Woo Meow was still playing with a torch to help them light it, and the pungent breath blew up, making the scene resemble a knight’s parade before charging, or a bunch of gun thugs performing some damn cult ritual.
The vampire knew he wouldn’t forget this scene for a long time, and thus he owed his cute little players another big favor.
He stepped forward and hugged the shaking Mrs. Adele, dodging and jumping away from the area where Jopan and his arms and legs were.
Amidst the roar of the furious storm sprayed by the automatic hunting crossbows as they spun at high speeds and the incendiary explosions thrown by the players, the entire place was engulfed in the flames that rose up, leaving only Jopan’s roar of abhorrence to rise up in that fire.
Tonight, an ancient hatred was marked, and the Mother of Darkness witnessed an eternal silence.
Well, the consuming fire signifies that the shadows are happy.
(End of chapter)