Chapter 208: 207 Adventurer’s Union’s First Order Allied Plus, Please

Chapter 208 207.Adventurer’s Union’s First Order -Alliance Owner’s Extra, Seeking Monthly Tickets! [615]

(Extra for brother ‘don’t get up and love to doze off’ [1/5])
“The stinky things are charging up again!”

A shout rang out from the crowd, followed by Happy Stick’s mid-air roar echoing in the darkness:

“Don’t panic! Soldiers! Hold on to your spears! The terrain here is specially chosen by me, as long as you don’t retreat, those ghouls won’t be able to rush in! Shield bearers in the front row all stand firm, stick your shields into the ground and press the whole thing down! You are a wall of steel for your brothers!
Now count down to three!
Three, two, one!

Poke forward!”

“Roar.”

The newcomers who had just entered the game a few days ago followed Stick’s command and riveted their hands to poke out the spears that were set on top of the shields of the shield bearers in front of them in unison.

In an instant, the spears were like a forest, piercing the bodies of the ghouls that howled and pounced on them.

But this kind of attack on the ghouls that had already died once was no different from rain, in addition to hindering their scratches it could not do any effective killing.

This will grasp the spear of the living whole quite good a little nervous.

Not only because just now when the spear poked out that kind of sharp blade into the body of the feeling of stagnation, but also because across the front of the grinning top shield brothers outside, he can see the ghouls hideous ugly face, can hear their teeth and claws roar.

He could even smell the disgusting stench that could literally make one yue out.

At this time, he was at the entrance of sewer four, and the other twenty brothers formed a front to resist the ghouls wanting to rush out of the surface, in fact, if there is a choice, live a whole quite good not willing to do this kind of tired work, which is very different from what he imagined easy and pleasant gaming career can be very different.

“Stick! Stick, we can’t hold them off!”

A bearded and disheveled brother carrying a shield at the front shouted with difficulty:
“I’m not in the strength department either, f*ck, I feel like I’m going to be torn apart.”

“Even if I can’t stand it, I’ll stand it!”

Flapping his wings, he flew around in the air towards the ghouls in the rear, dropping the kerosene-burning Happy Stick and shouting:
“If we can’t hold out, all the NPCs up there will die, this is a war, be serious! We’re almost there, hold on a little longer!”

He shouted and scattered the last can of kerosene in his psychic bag, then drew out the double-barreled shotgun behind his back and fired a shot towards the bottom, the sparks ignited the burning material that had been scattered before, and in the blink of an eye, it rose up and licked at the ghouls emitting a foul odor.

Stick was a master at playing with fire.

With the precise dispersal of the oil cans he dropped earlier, the speeding flames quickly blocked off half of the passageway in front of him, and the ghouls who were afraid of the flames and the light were confused as a result, so this wave of death charge was solved.

But this was just the beginning.

“Brothers! Take a shortcut! Time to brush up on your proficiency.”

He endured the roasting of the flames in the air, thinking that this vampire’s refractoriness was really too bad, greeting his brothers below while dropping into the ground in front of him, sweeping the Clan Defender’s Warblade in his hand to dry-flop two ghouls onto the ground, the power from the Grave Sword Guard evoking grudging spirits to enter the material world from the Underworld to help their summoners, like pale, ferocious claws and teeth.

Seeing Stick’s bravery, the young players were restless.

They grabbed their weapons and rushed into the still-burning area, hacking those ignited ghouls to the ground, and in the roast of the firelight these fierce dead spirits were as if they were frightened, and even their counterattacks became sluggish.

“Fuck, this is so exciting. Powerful, too powerful.”

One of the bald brothers beside the living whole well dragged his big sword and rushed forward to slash for a while, while slashing he also let out strange laughter, making the second little rich brother feel that perhaps he should stay away from this guy whose ID was “kind eyes giant shark uncle”.

“What are you doing here?”

Just as Live Whole Quite Well hesitated to follow the crazy player brothers to continue deeper, Touch Your Poor’s voice rang out from behind him. Little Brother Fu with his big scorpion lion had already made a catch, and the claw of an elite ghoul was being tied behind the scorpion lion in the form of a “trophy”, causing the scorpion lion to look disgusted.

Touching you poorly surprised, he said:
“Where are your two assistants?”

“Ah, they’re off duty ah.”

Live whole quite good sigh said:
“This game is a hell of a game, it’s the first time I’ve heard of NPCs going off duty, and I have to pay extra for them to work overtime, and I don’t have any money on hand.”

“Then it’s useless for you to stay here, why don’t you go to the camp? I see that Ms. Miriam is gathering administrative players to maintain order, so don’t stay here if you’re a year-round office sitter, I see that your legs are getting soft.”

Touch Your Poor advised.

Mainly afraid of their own brother this poor little level 1 rookie somehow hang here, but live whole quite good eyes rolled, arrogantly said:

“No, I want to continue to fight! Masters like to fight! Hey, today I’m going to become a qualified warrior! You can’t stop me.”

“Hey, okay, then you come with me, buddy show you what it means to really fight.”

Seeing Hairy Little Donkey’s temper flare up, Touch Your Poor hemmed and hawed, pulling him on the very upset Scorpion Lion, carrying the two of them to quickly traverse through the maze-like sewers.

Elite players like Touch Your Poor who had already passed the Black Iron Trial were tasked with hunting the elite leaders of the ghouls, these dead creatures were like nodes, and after they were eliminated, it would be easier to deal with the rest of the ordinary ghouls.

Therefore, the more than forty people who had passed the Black Iron Trial had already been sprinkled in the sewers of the outer city to hunt around.

The players’ task was to stall for time until the Kardman People’s Army established a solid defense line, Maxim was busy with this, although tonight’s wave of ghouls came suddenly, but in the face of the survivors of Scarlet Fortress, who had been fighting against all sorts of bad things since the disaster occurred, it wasn’t really an extinction worth fearing.

Time and time again, the trials and tribulations had already made the minds of the survivors under Murphy’s command incredibly tough.

At the same time that Miss Miriam was gathering the militia in the forward camp, and the Blood Alliance Knights were entering the sewers to start doing their work, on the road to Moorland Village, President Natalie’s expression wasn’t too pretty.

Ambo, who was galloping along beside her, seemed to be able to sense the captain’s mood as she whispered:

“Everyone who has just settled down in Moorland Village won’t necessarily be willing to help, although nominally they all say that they are grateful to Lord Murphy for accepting us homeless people, in reality, the grudge between witch hunters and vampires won’t be dissipated that easily.”

“But this is an opportunity.”

Natalie sighed as she tugged on the reins of her war pony, Maple Leaf:
“For whatever reason, we have to take this step of our own accord. Murphy has given us enough freedom, if we stand by when we’re needed in a territory like the one we’re in right now.
Not only him, but others in this great land will reject and loathe us even more for it.”

“Anyone knows these truths, Captain.”

Ambrosia pushed up her own eyepatch as she bristled:
“But if those who knew the reasoning were willing to follow it, then there would be no wars in this world, and for many of us, surviving in vampire territory is stifling enough.

Now to have to obey the orders of a vampire is unimaginable.

Of course, I was indifferent.

I’ll take orders from you.”

“You can’t be indifferent, Ambrosia, you’re my most valued Hunt Commander, and I’m counting on you to help me rebuild the legacy of the Witch Hunters together.”

Natalie skimmed her lips in a joke, and then she sat up straight on her warhorse in the galloping night, looking at the silhouette of the village of Moorland, visible in the distance under the darkness of the night.

The light of the Star Realm’s Creation that emitted a tawdry purple glow in the starry sky under the dark night enveloped the land, making the bright moon seem to be tinted with a marvelous sense of haziness, the night of the Cadman Count’s territory was definitely not quite the same as other places.

“We are witch hunters, Ambos.”

President Natalie let out a long breath. With determination shining in her eyes with a few hints of fatigue, she said:

“Whether or not this is a vampire’s order, that city is in the midst of a ghoul riot is a real situation, and every witch hunter has sworn an oath to Avalon when completing their hunting trials.

It is our duty and our mission to cleanse this world of the evil that defiles it!
As long as our people still subscribe to this Witch Hunt Oath, they have every reason to return with us tonight to the Scarlet Fortress, where there are far too many evil spirits for them to hunt.

Us.
Those of us who have been ostracized by society and the kingdom for ten years have to learn to be a little more proactive and reintegrate into our new home, and tonight’s events are a great opportunity to do so.

Against ghouls and spirits, chit, we’re the real experts!”

“Well, that’s saying something.”

Ms. Ambrosia grinned.

She felt that Natalie was right, being able to win against ghouls and being able to utilize various factors to eliminate ghouls with minimal losses were two very different concepts, and the biggest difference between a warrior and a hunter.

It took a day to travel from Scarlet Fortress to Moorland Village, but under the speed of the specially tamed hunting colt, it took just over three hours for Natalie and Ambrose to return to a village that had complicated meanings for both of them.

The last members of the White Oak Warband resided here at the moment, and the village that had once been the scene of a massacre had been restored, even the ghouls’ nests in the ground had been completely cleared and refilled.

The settlement of more than 1,000 people seems to be well organized, although most people are still living in tents, but the erection of a wooden house in the village represents that the village has begun to “rebirth”.

As soon as Natalie dismounted from her horse, several high-ranking hunters who had stayed in the village greeted her. They had already been informed of what was happening in Scarlet Castle through a message sent by Old Eugene’s horned eagle, Thunderstorm.

Natalie thought that she would need to spend some time to convince these “old stubborn people”, but unexpectedly, when she and Ambrose entered the area outside the village, which was leveled out for taming the war horses, they saw 300 witch hunter warriors, who were heavily armed and ready to hunt down and kill them.

They were currently putting packets of moondust explosives into their horses’ pockets, and there were also specialized smiths grasping at straws to make final repairs to the warriors’ weapons.

The dozen or so alchemists in the village carried baskets of sword oils and potions and distributed them to the waiting warriors.

This scene resembled the preparation scene before every expedition when they were still pioneering the fortress.

“This we thought we would be scolded by you guys.”

Ambrosia said in surprise to the tall hunter beside her:

“I thought you guys didn’t want to serve vampires?”

“Wasn’t willing and still isn’t.”

The stern-faced young hunter, Sankey, said as he straightened the hunting knife and crossbow on his belt:

“But a ghoul plague has erupted less than four hours away from the village, and we are witch hunters, so I’m afraid the God of Avalon is going to send down a divine punishment of destruction if we stand idly by in this situation.”

“Yes!”

Sankey’s companion, Fano, a long ponytailed toned girl with obvious Nord features, bristled:
“It’s not about serving that vampire lord or fulfilling his orders, we’re just doing our duty and proclaiming my god’s purification and forgiveness, that’s all.”

“You two know you’re acting like two tantrum throwing children right now.”

Ambrosia teased:
“Deliberately emphasizing all this doesn’t change the fact that tonight we’re going to be under the leadership of a vampire.”

“Auntie!”

No sooner had she finished her sentence than a gleeful shout rang out from the village, and with a face full of pain Ambrosia turned around to see her old countryman.

Scouting Spiritualist Heru was carrying a scroll bag riding on a donkey from nowhere, heading her way.

This pathetic fellow born near the elven forest couldn’t ride a horse.
Well, actually, because he was kicked by an out-of-control crazy horse when he was a child picking mushrooms in the forest with Ambrosia, Heru had developed some kind of unspeakable “fear” of horses ever since then.

“Auntie, I heard that you’ve become the chief hunter captain of the adventurer’s guild, tsk, tsk, that’s becoming an official.”

Heru rode his own donkey and ran over without any self-consciousness to the disdainful Ambrosia:
“Why don’t you give me a job too? I’ve heard that the vampire lord is very generous, the first batch of selected vassals were all from commoners, and now they are all knights.

I think that although my talent is mediocre, but… Well, I’m a rare talent in Transylvania nowadays, right? Auntie heard that you have some friendship with that vampire lord, why don’t you help me get through the door?”

“You’re a student of the Tower of the Ring!”

Ambrosia chided with her waist crossed:

“Don’t you know what’s going on between the Tower of the Ring and the vampires right now? How dare you go to the vampires to become an official? Are you afraid that you won’t die fast enough?”

“Ch, who cares, I’ve skipped school and flunked out, I’m destined not to get my diploma.”

Huru is easy-going, this country boy from the Antani region is now full of thoughts about becoming a “minister of the dragon”, after all, when the village folks paid for his education and sent him to the Tower of the Ring, he made a bold statement that he would definitely make a name for himself.

He hoped that when he returned home in his old age, he would be able to bring a gratifying response to the townsfolk, and as for which family he would be a vassal in or get a title .
It doesn’t matter at all!
As long as you can make a name for yourself, it’s OK.

Ambrosia was still a bit worried, after all, Heru’s identity was a bit sensitive, but Natalie didn’t see it that way, she walked up and looked Heru up and down and said:

“You set off with us, after clearing out those ghouls, I’ll introduce you to Lord Murphy, he’s really short of people right now, and is in desperate need of excellent talents like you. And he’s really generous.
I mean, you might want to be a bit bolder when you’re inducting and mentioning your treatment.”

“Ow, okay.”

Heru responded excitedly.

Ten minutes later, Natalie departed once again towards the Scarlet Fortress with 300 Witch Hunter veterans affiliated with the Adventurer’s Guild.

They wouldn’t enter the city, but would enter the battle area directly from the sewer exit outside the city.

That would save some precious time.

With the crimson warhorse Maple Leaf in the lead, the line of witch hunters then galloped away under this unique purple night sky of Transylvania, Natalie’s hair flying as she held the reins of her horse, and she could vaguely feel some kind of peculiar humming from the Great Oak Sacred Blade behind her.

It seemed to be agreeing with Natalie’s actions this night, and it was as if the holy resonance that had been trying to move forward had entered its next stage.

But Natalie didn’t actually care about any of this.

The resonance with the holy blade was destined to be a long-lasting process, and right now there were more important things to do than the acceptance of the holy blade.

This was the first time in the past ten years that the witch hunters had performed an exorcism hunt not out of orders, but out of self-judgment, and it was enough to make Natalie, the young leader, sigh with relief as she spoke in her mind:
“We will truly be part of this land, starting with this night’s dedication . If this is your wish, Father, bless us in the sanctuary of my God.

From now on, we will no longer wield our swords only for wars and humble existence that are not ours.

From now on, the witch hunters will climb out of the rotten pit of fate and be noble again in this barren land May it be all as you wish.”

(End of chapter)