Chapter 11 11 How can you play FPS’s and fight with me playing RTS’s?

Chapter 11 11.How do you play FPS’s to fight with me playing RTS’s?
It was dusk on Murphy’s side, and it was probably early morning or so on the player’s side of the real world, and it just happened to be a day off, which was better than the hellish office hours yesterday.

Therefore, at the order of the administrator, the whole group immediately became lively.

A group of people frantically typed 1 to indicate that they were ready, and even the few screen peepers who hadn’t spoken at all before jumped out.

The leader of the group, Big Pigeon: [On line on line! Open and dry open and dry! Ah, the good pigeon’s blood is already boiling, this time we must go big!

Woo Meow King: [@All members
Don’t mess up! Don’t mess up when we go online, just do what we planned before, we must act calmly and try to fight our closed beta testers to give a good lesson to the development team that looks down on people.

Invincible Tyrannosaurus Rex: [Wooooooooo, o(╥﹏╥)o, car car still need 2 days to be resurrected, this time can only spiritually support you guys, but whoever hangs up because of the dish, we still have the best spectator seat here oh].

Arrival: [Yuck, you’re a bad son, say something auspicious! Dad, if I die in the game, I’m going to pucker you up in real life. Ah, it’s time to go online!
Quickly!
Charge, charge, charge!

By now Murphy had activated his Otherworldly Creature Summoning, and just like last night the dark psychic energy in his body felt like it was being squeezed and released, obscure points of light pulsing in the shadows converging and flashing back into the house below where Miriam was as a single ray of light.

But Murphy used strategy this time, instead of summoning all 12 players at once, he only summoned six players over there.

This violent psychic energy fluctuation was immediately sensed by that Scout Hunter.

The latter snapped her head up and stared wide-eyed, and in her flickering shimmering eyes the originally empty house at the end of the village suddenly appeared with several unknown life breaths.

“It’s a summoning spell! There’s an ambush!”

She exclaimed.

The chieftainess with the hunter’s sword at her side reacted even faster, starting off and rushing to where her two companions had been dispatched earlier, but Murphy, who had shrunk into a ball in the shadows of the water tower due to the psychic energy squeeze, tilted his head back and poured the vial of pure blood in his hand that belonged to Miriam into his mouth.

As the sweet liquid entered his mouth, the scarlet craving was eased and then the bloodthirsty desire rose, the power of blood made Murphy’s battle spirit increase greatly and even the missing spiritual energy was replenished.

Summoning spell, second shot!
“Swish.”

Another six flickering points of light jumped up on the second floor of the house at the entrance of the village, like an RTS player’s box A technique, causing that scout who had lost his protection at the back to immediately fall into Murphy’s small player surroundings.

The lead Big Dove who appeared in the room caught a glimpse of the two hunting crossbows and a set of armor that had been placed in the house by the NPCs ahead of time, the very same weapons he had scavenged when he had been kicked offline earlier.

Without saying a word, Good Pigeon went up and haphazardly put on the armor, and with the hunting crossbows in hand, rushed to the window and swept out to see Cuckoo Chicken and Badger rushing out of the house next to him, besieging the single, weak female scout.

Badger, with his hunting knife, was slashing and slashing, while Grouse, with his hand and a half sword, was simply using it as a war hammer.

The slender scout had her hands full for a while, but she was still able to block the attacks of the two rookie players, but she was hit in the thigh by a couple of arrows fired by a good pigeon that sneaked up from behind, and she fell to the ground with a scream and was pounced on by the goo goo chickens, who slammed her a couple of times.

“Ambrosia! Damn it!”

Originally rushed towards the ambush house of the female witch hunter leader saw her scout was knocked over by the enemy summoned militia, immediately turned back to go over to support, but unexpectedly a sneaky ghostly shadow jumped out from the root of the wall next to her, whistling and stabbing the swift sword in the muscle memory of the swing like a poisonous snake preying on it drove her back a few steps.

Standing amidst the shadows, Murphy swung the blade of desire in his hand, and though sinister, still spoke to the huntress in front of him with elegant manners:
“Ah, a passionate suitor is always a feast for the eyes, since you have come for me, let us dance together, fiery gray-haired lady, and accompany you and me with the wails of your team members.”

“Fuck off! Vampire!”

Knowing she had stepped into an ambush trap, the huntress raged, gripping her hunting sword tightly and charging.

The sword seemed to activate some kind of special spiritual energy, blue-green flames boiled above the sharp edge, and its purifying power immediately alerted Murphy like a pinprick in the back.

Not good!

The point is solid!

“There are still people at the entrance to the village! They’re coming in! Quickly! All archers, shoot! Shoot arrows!!!”

High up behind Murphy, the shouts from the middle-aged uncle’s agitated broken voice creeped out the lead Big Dove, who was planning to support his own NPCs with crossbows.

He rushed to the other side and saw that the four Witch Hunter veterans who were originally guarding the outside of the village were rushing towards the entrance of the village, which caused him to panic a little, but he suddenly heard the gloomy voice of his NPC ringing in his own ears.

“Don’t panic! That wagon blocking the village entrance is doused with oil, and there are witch hunter explosive bombs inside, you have the gas lamp ready at hand, twist it and smash it down!
Let these lunatics experience what it feels like to be on fire as well!”

Damn, not bad for a vampire, sinister enough!
I like it!
Good Dove grinned, and with a sweep from side to side he grabbed the prepared gas lamp from the house, and with a haphazard twist and seeing the flames popping out he summoned up the strength to smash the thing down from the second floor.

The lampshade shattered on the fallen wagon, and the spatter of sparks called up flames that stopped the four witch hunters like a wall of fire.

One of the explosive shells was also ignited!
A violent explosion toppled the fastest one to the ground and set his cloak ablaze by the flames, and the other three witch hunters quickly pulled him back to avoid being impaled by subsequent arrows and made a living target.

But they were completely over-analyzed.

With the player’s current rookie accuracy there was no way he could shoot an arrow that threatening!

It was a win if they could shoot the arrow out in a single burst.

“It’s their people who slaughtered this village, these witch hunters are bad guys! Brothers, don’t show mercy! Shoot them!”

The big pigeon in the lead shouted excitedly, the tragic situation he saw in the village yesterday made him hold anger inside.

The other two middle-aged small players hiding on the second floor also turned their hand crossbows to shoot towards that side, their accuracy was a little better than the good pigeon, and it did have a certain suppressive effect under this chaos.

“Ah!”

A miserable scream rang out from behind the huntress who was chasing Murphy.

She stopped and turned around to see the door to the house that had been used for the ambush earlier shatter open.

Potter, the one-armed veteran, was being pinned to the ground by two long pitchforks against his waist and stomach, two tall militiamen were pressing down on him as if they were spiking a boar in a death grip and letting out an agitated growl, and there was another shorter militiaman slashing at Potter with a hunting knife.

Two went in, but only one came out .
The fate of the other witch hunter had been self-evident, and one look at the blood stains on the agitated militiamen was enough to say it all, those damned vampire worshippers!
The land of Transylvania was littered with such vampires! This region that had been poisoned by vampires for 400 years was hopeless!
“Leave me alone! Little Natalie! Run!”

Potter, the one-armed veteran pinned to the ground, screamed at his captain through the pain, fumbling for his blaster and intending to die with the vampire wannabe in front of him, only to be kicked out of the way by the quick-witted “more than enough to guide the three or five bucks,” and then screamed at by Miriam, who swooped in with a wooden club and smacked her upside the head.

The anger of having her home burned down and her village massacred was completely unleashed at this moment, making this young Transylvanian girl as fierce as a she-wolf at this moment, striking the stick down continuously towards the veteran in front of her.

Brother Woo Meow, who was covered in blood, also rushed out from the house.

His leg was slashed this time limping but excited, grabbing in his hand the shotgun he had seized from another witch hunter who had been clubbed down and taking a decent kneeling aim outside the house.

“Holy shit! Big sniper!!!98K!!!The little monster popped his gear!”

The cooing chicken that had just beaten the scouting witch hunter Ambos full of blood panted as soon as he turned around and saw Brother Woo Meow’s elegance at this moment, and couldn’t help but exclaim in astonishment.

“Bang.”

Brother Woo Meow pulled the trigger, and the round lead bullet flew out of the chamber, and ended up hitting three feet away from the female witch hunter in front of her in Murphy’s speechless gaze, splattering a trail of dust. What kind of broken accuracy is this!
Taking a rifle and hitting a ten-meter target can be off-target?
“Ahem, it’s not my fault! It’s mainly because this thing has no rifling!”

Brother Meow Meow knew that he had made a big fool of himself, and couldn’t help but curse in his own defense as he reloaded with his hands in a frenzy.

He had something to say about that too!

Usually in the FPS game to play the gun is to dump sniper master, ghost know the real game horse gun actually can horse like this! This must be a problem with the physics engine, right? How can it be my problem?
I’m obviously a good sniper!

“You’re so useless, Brother Meow Meow, get out of the way!”

The only girl in the 12 little gamers couldn’t watch any longer.

She rushed over to Brother Whimpering Meow and grabbed the long shotgun he was holding, grasping it in her hand and clicking down the barrel to press the bloody lead bullets in, and looking from side to side in a rather professional manner.

“The classic design of a centerfold smoothbore, good thing it’s not a flintlock, I’ve never played with one of those . Why is this bullet still spherical though? What kind of ballistics is this hitting?
So unscientific?”

The girl muttered in a low voice, maintaining her aim for a few seconds in her original stance, and the moment Murphy and the huntress parted ways once more she decisively pulled the trigger.

“Bang.”

A cloud of blood rose up behind the huntress’ back, hitting her with a stumble.

Cocky Murphy took the opportunity to step forward to give the fierce huntress a sword and kicked the dangerous oak burning sword in her opponent’s hand, which drew a crowd of small players next to her to cheer in unison.

“Girl, what do you do in reality?”

Cheeks are hot, Brother Meow Meow stared wide-eyed at the valiant “Lumina Yang trace” beside him, couldn’t help but ask, the latter rolled his eyes, clicked once again to load, shrugged his shoulders and answered in a small voice:
“Students, they go target shooting twice a week. What? Don’t you guys have any hobbies when you’re in school?”

Realizing that she had fallen into an absolute disadvantage, and seeing that the damned vampire was going to pounce on her, and that it was too late to draw her sword, the Huntress took a few steps back and clasped her hand on the thing she had been carrying behind her back.

It was heavy in the hand, even for a seasoned witch hunter it required both hands to hold.

The ring-shaped arrow nest made of metal was fixed on the wooden body, the small steam furnace inside ignited and pressurized, the gold-burning catalyst volatilized in the propulsion pipeline, and as the white hot steam gushed out from the exhaust pipe, the silver-gray gears flew around and drove the whole precise mechanical structure to start accelerating and emitting ear-piercing clacking sounds.

She aimed the black-holed, automatic hunting crossbow at the charging Murphy in front of her.

The latter was shocked like a monkey dodged away, and at this time is still on the second floor shooting vigorously in the middle-aged duo one of the “shovel man strikes” swept back a glance, and then the soul of the wide-eyed shocked exclaimed:

“Rat rat rat rat rat Tring ah!”

But it was too late.

The crossbow arrows that flew out like a storm swept along the high ground under the adjustment of the huntress Natalie, easily pierced through the wall and shot the three small players who were occupying the high ground and were blocking the reinforcements outside the village into a sieve, and then turned around and started to shoot at those damned vampire-worshippers’ militia.

The small players were in a state of panic, not realizing that the witch hunters would come up with something as unscientific as the Ratling in their crude plan.

“Come in! Get in here!”

Miriam ducked into the house, dragging the broken leg of the female player Lumina Sunstreak, who felt the pain but didn’t really feel it as much as she thought she would.

It seemed that the pain masking had taken effect, and she struggled and leapt forward with the intention of returning fire with the shotgun in her hand, only to be pinned down by Miriam.

Murphy’s temporary assistant heard the roar of the automatic hunting crossbow outside, and as a student of the Artisan University, she was well aware that Murphy’s ambush plan was already in jeopardy with the other party having this in their possession.

Once Murphy and his summons fell, the fate that awaited him would definitely not be very friendly.

So Miriam gritted her teeth and made up her mind, poked her hand into her corset and took out something and turned around and stuffed it into the hands of a sturdy player next to her, and pointed at the huntress outside and made a zapping motion at him.

A good friend of Badger pulled into the game sports student “precipitation ox is not afraid of difficulties” looked at the things in his hand, and looked at the female NPC in front of him anxiously pointing to the posture of the outside of the house.

He immediately understood, then took a deep breath and rushed out with the hope of the whole village.

Murphy, who was made to scurry around by the strong suppression of the automatic hunting crossbow, at this time looked like a classic operation in anime or movies, forced to unfold his vampire maneuverability in the shadows, chased behind by the dangerous rain of bullets that connected into a line.

Wood splinters flew across the room and dust flew in all directions.

Murphy could only duck for dear life, not daring to stop at all.

The hunt crossbow in the hands of the huntress was adjusting its orientation, the steam-driven nest was able to inspire a dozen crossbow arrows with each rotation, and the rate of fire was comparable to that of an automatic rifle.

This made Murphy feel like he was dodging against a rain of bullets and bullets, the slightest carelessness would be beaten into a sieve by this mechanical thing.

But he also noticed the small players rushing out from the house.

The latter ran over furiously with a fierce face, his eyes red, his nostrils gasping for air really like a mangled bull running wild, and he was squeezing something in his raised hand.

It was a metal cylinder like a fountain pen, round and not quite handmade, with a button at the top, and as the Precipice Bull snapped it, the long, thin injection needle popped out from the other side, flashing a chilling light in the setting sun.

The huntress felt the wind behind her.

But she couldn’t stop her suppression of fire as the Murphy in front of her also changed direction and lunged towards her.

Wrist up.

The aiming hole was locked on Murphy.

All that was needed was to pull the trigger, and a cunning and sinful soul would be lost to the world.

Time seemed to be stretched infinitely in one moment, and returned to normal in the next.

Click.

The crunch of the bullet nest spinning empty made Natalie’s eyes widen in anger, and the Precipice Gym Student’s attack fell at the same time.

“Pfft,” a faintly audible whisper like a mosquito bite, drove the razor-sharp hypodermic needle into her neck.

In the next instant, horrible dizziness and numbness erupted from a body that was clearly strengthened by natural psychic energy, Natalie gritted her teeth and slammed the hunting crossbow in her hand at the vampire in front of her only to have the other party dexterously dodging it to add another kick.

Bang.

Her whole body fell to the ground with a dusty face, and the last thing she saw in her heavenly vision was the vampire raising his sword towards her in the dusk sunlight.

The hunt had come to an end, but she had failed
It was shameful!
(End of chapter)