Chapter 10 10 The death knell tolls, the blade is sheathed, hear my call, the alien
Chapter 10 10.The death knell tolls, the blade is sheathed, hear my call, devils of the otherworld! Testing time!
The sunlight in the daytime is always annoying, the vampires in this “full exposure” easily into fatigue, with the sun’s hottest midday, Murphy has already hid in the house into a light sleep.
“Ding Dong”
A beep from the forum woke Murphy up from his sleepy state, he glanced at the forum and realized that there was already a new message in the application section.
The new test application link had just been put out which had leeks coming to the door?
So self-conscious?
Murphy clicked on the application to take a look, the applicant ID “precipitation ox ox is not afraid of difficulties”, behind there is a label [sports students], which directly to the Murphy whole happy.
A look is one of the dormitory six brothers and sisters A Badger En special pull to the base, that kid execution is really strong, not ashamed to be a good student.
He took a look at the other side of the application questionnaire answers, preliminary judgment that this and the dormitory six brothers and sisters are the same belong to the innocent college students do not have too much social experience, will give over.
Murphy this kind of old grease like this kind of innocent teenagers, coaxing them to do something difficult can be too simple.
However, in the application area there is other information, those strange ID let Murphy eye-opening and feel the world’s weird parity, you see these sand sculpture netizens up are some of the names?
[Keyboard under the black silk] which are not too abstract, the rest of the few let Murphy simply have no eyes to see.
[More guide three or five buckets], [Quit rushing the first day], [Electronic Phantom old song].
The main one is an abstract.
Too abstract!
The introductory column at the end of these guys’ application questionnaires all had Woo Meow Brother’s ID written on it, and the odds were that they were his friends in reality.
Worthy of being a flirtatious man who loved to shuffle his feet and had first-class social skills, Murphy was now really very curious about the composition of Brother Woo Meow’s circle of friends.
But there is one thing to say, the results of the questionnaire of these guys are very good, game experience and love of role-playing, happy to challenge the hardcore, law-abiding, simply Murphy’s mind is the perfect candidate for a small player . No wonder!
The results were so consistent, they must have been filled out under the careful guidance of Brother Meow Meow, right?
Murphy had a mind to make a card.
But then he thought that he has absolute control over the player’s account, at any time they can be blocked and get out, and now he is in urgent need of replenishment, the audit criteria can indeed be appropriately relaxed.
If it is confirmed that these guys are not suitable, they will be dragged into the “cannon fodder group” and asked to carry out the most dangerous tasks.
A bad gaming experience will always dissuade these unsuitable guys.
I wonder how those mysterious gaming helmets will be recovered if the player is banned? It’s not like they’ll rotate 360° in place and then self-destruct, right?
Emmm, odds are it won’t explode, right?
Murphy skimmed his lips, and passed the application of these four guys, so that the 12 available manpower in his hand has been made up, and then counting himself and the “temporary assistant” Miriam is 14 people.
This is already enough to fight a battle!
Provided that the witch hunters don’t “refresh” his face right now.
According to Murphy from the player group obscene peeping screen to get the conclusion, from the successful application to the helmet issued also need time, although are used around the fastest logistics channels, but the average calculation is probably also need 6-12 hours.
Now that it had been more than two hours since Maxim’s departure, taking out the cost of the detour and adding factors such as vampires not being able to move quickly in the sunlight on a large scale, Murphy came to the conclusion.
If everything went well, then strong reinforcements would arrive as early as this evening, meaning that in the most optimistic scenario, one only had to survive this next daytime and everything would be fine.
As for whether he, the outcast, would be abandoned by the vampires?
Murphy wasn’t worried about that at all.
He had left backstops when Maxim set out, as long as that loyal blood servant lived to deliver the letter, those midnight hunters would definitely come to his rescue!
“I’ve dispersed all those usable weapons and armor in the few rooms at the entrance of the village that are still intact, as you requested. Is there anything else I need to do?”
Miriam, who had draped herself in an old leather armor, walked in carrying a witch hunter’s light crossbow, and she stood in the doorway and asked Murphy, her tone not exactly friendly.
Murphy didn’t care, he said:
“If the witch hunters come over in the daytime, I don’t have the means to fight in the sunlight, so I need you to be a bait”
“You want me to die?”
Miriam’s expression changed clenching her fists, but Murphy shook his head and said:
“No, it’s just for you to help spread out their attention and create a surprise attack as well as a distraction for my summons to break through, just like the means you used to bait that witch hunter in the cellar, you shouldn’t be unfamiliar with that.
Don’t be afraid, Miriam.
Their first target is me, and you are perfectly safe until I am dead.”
“If that’s all it is, then I’m willing to help.”
Miriam let out a long breath.
Although she didn’t have much affection for her own family, this was after all where she was born and raised, and seeing her hometown being torched by lunatic witch hunters who almost insulted even her own, filled her heart with anger as well.
Although the Transylvania region is superstitious and closed, the unfriendly environment has created the Transylvanian people’s tough character, even the women have a fiery temper.
Miriam was also a knowledgeable reserve scholar!
This made her both pugnacious and intelligent, and belonged to the most difficult category of Transylvanians to deal with.
Seeing that Miriam was willing to help, Murphy immediately told her his plan, and at the end, he looked the girl up and down and added:
“Finally, I need your blood.”
“Sure enough!”
The wary Miriam instantly took a step back, drew the light crossbow behind her back and aimed it at Murphy, exclaiming:
“I should never have trusted you! Damn vampires! You dogs would sell everything for that little bit of blood!”
“Take it easy and hear me out.”
Murphy waved his hand in a “little” gesture and said:
“I only need a little bit, it can refresh my mind and stimulate the recovery of spiritual energy in my body, one bottle is enough. Ms. Miriam, you don’t want to see me die in front of your eyes, and then you will be brutally burned to death by the witch hunters, right?
You see, I’m making a deal with you now.
But I can actually not negotiate with you .”
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The unlucky people of the village of Moorland had messed with no one, but still war and destruction had crashed down on their heads for no apparent reason, the geographical concept of the place having been obliterated by the fire last night, and all that existed here was a carcass waiting to rot and be forgotten, attracting vultures that came after the dead flesh.
It was dusk, the time when day and night would turn, and on the trail beyond the ruins a small band of fast-moving witch hunters on warhorses was approaching the village in front of them without losing their vigilance.
The hunters in the team who possessed psychic talent were constantly sprinkling certain medicinal powders outwards to isolate the possible enemies from psychic detection.
This kind of small means was not worth mentioning in front of a true psychic, but it was the most effective counter-surveillance means that the witch hunters, who had now lost the support of their organization, could come up with.
“The last traces of Marus’ squad are there.” A veteran on a warhorse lowered the rusty Type 675 monocular in his hand.
The thing had been designed and crafted by the Halflings for the warriors of the Church of Avalon during the War of Unification on Grimnay in Era 675, over 400 years ago, but classic designs never faded with time.
Sadly, the former Church of Avalon is not even mentioned by name these days, only called “The Old Church”, but such forgetfulness is justified.
The veteran straightened in the saddle, gripped and cocked the hand crossbow that hung at his waist, and whispered to his companion, who wore a hood like the rest of them, but was clearly a woman and carried a heavy leather bag on her back:
“They haven’t heard back in over eight hours, they seem to be planted, in fact I highly doubt that it could be Marus himself who is responsible for this village being burned to the ground.”
The female witch hunter who was the leader of the squad didn’t reply as another old one-armed hunter behind her said in a cold voice:
“Who else but him?
Of the ten squads that entered the vicinity of Cadman City on a hunting trip, they were the most insane and depraved, and the loss of their devotion to Avalon had already caused their souls to be consumed by evil thoughts.
The innocents who have died at the hands of those degenerates have been difficult to “
“Shut up! Potter!”
The veteran holding the hand crossbow chided with a frown:
“So ordered, no more talk! And don’t mention Avalon’s godly name again, it’s a bad idea for the lapdogs of the Tower of the Ring to hear about it.”
“I would fear them?”
Potter, the one-armed old hunter, bared his teeth, years of hunting had bred him to be grumpy, and retorted like a belligerent hound:
“I can take out ten bullshit psychic hunters by myself! Bah, imitating the fakes we’ve trained.”
“And then you’d be disintegrated by ten psychic hunters into pieces that no dog would eat, don’t mess with the Tower of the Ring, they’re our ‘masters’ now, and thanks to their patronage we’ve survived this extra ten years.”
The lady who was the captain finally spoke up.
Her tone was cold and hoarse, with a hint of hard-to-conceal fatigue, as she raised her banded left hand and flicked it, the remaining seven people in the group immediately spread out into an assault formation.
Gripping the hunter’s sword with its odd oak embellished hilt at her waist, the female captain of the hunters spoke to the two junior captains to her left and right:
“Whatever Marus did to this village, it’s a safe bet that a fight broke out here between him and the vampire messenger who was offered a bounty.
I believe in the fighting prowess of Malus and his crew, that vampire messenger must be seriously wounded if not dead, and the letter in his hand must be obtained!
At all costs.
Norman, what about the movements of the other teams nearby?”
“One contact was made at noon with the Peregrine Falcon, all squads other than ours are retreating across the border, and this round of tactical blackout has accomplished its goal.”
The veteran at the head of the platoon stuck his hand crossbow into his waist and surveyed the dead village in front of him, he could even see the fallen wagon at the entrance of the village and the corpses of the blood slaves in it.
He replied to the huntress:
“After we collect the body for that vampire messenger, we’ll be leaving Transylvania as well, perhaps never to return. I hate this place and hope this is our last mission here.
This village doesn’t give me a good feeling though.”
“It’s dusk, and even if that vampire is still hiding here, he wouldn’t dare jump out and face us head on at this hour, and it’ll be dark in two hours. I don’t know about you guys, but I don’t want to be chasing a vampire who can kill crazy Malus in the night.
I think it’s time to act now.”
The one-armed hunter sneered and offered his opinion looking to the huntress who hesitated, gestured and said:
“The second team stays outside the village on guard, and the first team follows me into the village.”
The order was given, and there was an immediate solemnity amongst the team members who were still a bit fired up just a moment ago.
The one-armed hunter slipped a mechanical movable fist blade onto his broken arm, moving the rough and bloodstained spiked three-clawed blade around his fingertips, and then dismounted into the village with his own three team members following the hunt captain.
But then the smell from the corpses that had been burned by the fire and then exposed to the sun for a day made all of these hunters, who had seen a true hell on earth, burst into flames.
This scene was by no means ruined by the engagement, this was a fucking one-sided slaughter and abuse!
“Marus should be glad he’s dead!”
The one-armed veteran spat and said in a cold voice:
“If he was still alive, I would have absolutely strangled him with my own hands, the war chief has given three orders not to do such a thing.”
“But I’ve heard that the psychic masters of the Tower of the Ring are very unhappy with the War Chief’s weak command in the enemy area, and those apathetic fellows obviously prefer a carefree lunatic like Marus.”
The team’s psionically gifted hunter muttered in a low voice.
She couldn’t bear to go and watch the scene, so she stepped forward and fished out a special medicine bottle to smash it on the ground.
The greenish points of light formed a gust of wind blowing through the entire village after mixing with the psychic energy in the air, which soothed the awful smell a bit.
“O Avalon above, when the hell will this killing hell end?”
The scout grunted, and with the other three on guard, she returned her hand crossbow to her belt and crouched on the ground, touching the earth with her five fingers to use her less than stellar psionic skills, and in the next instant, in a throbbing dot of emerald-green light, her perceptions dispersed like radar using the earth beneath her feet as a medium.
While expanding her reconnaissance in this manner to the entire village ruins, she added to the sword-wielding vigilant alpha female beside her:
“There are no living people in the village Malus’s body is in the cellar at the back of the village, his head blown off by his own bullets and still without pants heh, I can probably guess what he did before he died, what a disgusting beast.
Huh?
Nope!
There are still living people!
In the house on the left at the end of the village ahead!
It’s an ordinary person, young woman, wounded and bleeding!
She’s weak, no threat.”
The huntress holding the hunting sword nodded as she waved her finger forward.
The veteran with the mechanical claws immediately moved in a two-man formation with a middle-aged man holding a shotgun towards the scout’s indicated direction, while the remaining two remained in place to scout and keep watch.
None of this escaped Murphy’s eyes.
The vampire was hiding in the shadows of the tallest water tower on the other side of the village, cautiously peering at the group of guys who just didn’t look like they could be messed with.
He scrunched his head in the shadows, confirming that the enemy was split into three parts before entering the forums and opening the group:
Alpha: [@All members guys, get ready to go live! Testing time!
(End of chapter)