Chapter 12 12 Blood-Eating Buzzards

Chapter 12 12. The Blood-Eating Buzzard
Brother Woo Meow stood in the ruins of Moorland Village clutching a bloodstained dung fork, dumbfounded as he watched the fierce huntress in front of him fall to the ground under the attack of the Precipice Bull and his own NPCs.

Although it wasn’t the first time he had participated in the test, much less a young man who hadn’t seen the world, this would be the time when Brother Woo Meow’s heart was still thumping.

There were two voices fighting in his head.

The rational one told him that this was just a game, so he must be calm! And the more excited one was roaring as the voice clawed at his brain.

Just look at all this in front of you!

The blood-stained sunset, the collapsed ruins, the companions who stood with him after a blood-soaked battle, and the strong enemy who was finally defeated, the hand of war was madly stirring up the most primitive wildness hidden deep in this man’s heart!
He could feel his heart stop beating for a few seconds because of the fall of that dangerous guy in front of him.

Truly!

He had really just fought this group of vicious enemies!
And he had won!

So. Fuck rationality.

“Won, we won!”

Brother Woo Meow raised the pitchfork in his hand and yelled, so excited that he almost broke his voice, causing the small players around him to cheer as if in a dream, one by one, even Miss Awesome Lumina, who had broken her leg, raised her dwarven shotgun high in her hand with Miriam’s assistance.

This scene was like a game team after successfully raiding a copy to achieve the first kill, however, the great sense of accomplishment and satisfaction they gained at this moment was something that they simply couldn’t get in those paper games.

The cheers from behind made the Precipice Bull who had just completed a “kill” feel unreal.

He looked at the Witch Hunter’s hunting captain who had been knocked down by himself, and the heavy and strange steam mechanical weapon that fell to the ground, like the feeling after the adrenaline wore off, making him a little dizzy and gasping for breath, and then sat down on the ground with his buttocks.

That sneak attack just now could be too exciting, what was the difference between that and charging the tower in the flesh under the top AK burst?
He himself did not think that he could actually run so fast, obviously just on the line or a face of confusion, the result in a flash he became the hero of the big guys.

This game is really awesome ah!
Precipice Bull little brother looked at his hands that were exactly the same in the game as in his reality, and then a shadow enveloped in front of him, causing him to raise his head to see that handsome NPC reaching out towards him.

“Is this the first time you’ve experienced this feeling?”

Murphy, who stood with his sword in the alternating background of dusk and evening, asked softly, his scarlet cloak swaying behind him as if to block out the last rays of light.

It made the gym student look dumbfounded for a moment.

Shit, this real-time algorithmic CG animation was too sensational!
“Huh?”

Precipice Bull foolishly answered back.

He didn’t quite understand what this NPC was talking about, but he accepted Murphy’s help and held his hand as he was pulled up from the ground.

Only then did he hear Murphy say:
“I mean, the feeling of drinking the wine of victory in pain, the feeling that makes one want to imbibe in it, the feeling called surviving, my warrior, see, your companions are seeing you as a hero!
As I also see you as a miracle worker, you, a true warrior!”

“Heh heh.”

Precipice Bull subconsciously glanced back at the players behind him who were still able to stand up, and the guys led by Brother Woo Meow were whistling strange calls at him.

The scene made him feel like he felt when he was on the podium when he broke a record in the school sports meet, and also made him embarrassingly and somewhat proudly stretch out his thumb and wipe his dusty nose.

“It does feel great, Murph… Uh, Lord Murphy!”

He returned, and then saw Murphy bend down and draw a delicate hunting combat knife from the waist of the unconscious huntress handing it to him again with both hands in a gesture of respect, saying:

“Today, you are also a hero to this destroyed village of Moorland, those who died tragically will thank you for your kindness, take it, you deserve it.”

“Uh, thanks.”

Precipice Bull immediately extended his hands to receive the weapon.

He felt like he was receiving a trophy, even though this was only in a virtual reality game, but there was no way around it, the atmosphere was all set here, right?

“Lord Murphy! Those four hot chick witch hunters at the entrance of the village ran away!”

The Spicy Cuckoo Chicken who ran over dragging his hand and half-sword was very excited, and he reported to Murphy in an unorthodox salute posture:

“Should we give chase?”

“Do any of you know how to ride a horse? Warriors.”

Murphy raised his voice and asked, as a result, the small players who had just been cheering were all dumbfounded, you looked at me, I looked at you, in the end, it was Brother Woo Meow who said with an odd expression:
“Dirtbike is quite fond of these tunes on weekdays, he should be able to ride.”

“Where is this warrior now?”

Murphy asked, and Brother Meow shrugged, pointing to the high “sniper platform” that had been collapsed, and whispered:
“He’s probably been shot through a sieve.”

“Then what the hell are you talking about?”

Murphy, who wanted to speak again and again, held back the huge desire to spit in his heart, and then shook his head with the calm demeanor that an NPC should have, and said:
“It seems impossible to pursue, the witch hunters’ warhorses are specially tamed, fast and enduring, at this time it’s not dark and I can’t catch up with them.

But this is still a memorable victory, you have once again proven your courage and potential.”

His gaze swept over the players who were still alive, 9 out of 12 were left, which made Murphy somewhat regretful.

Although he had tried his best to adjust his tactics, the gap between the rookie players and the witch hunters was still a bit large, and the loss of three people had already reached the failure threshold for the fourth novice orientation quest.

But it didn’t matter.

A group of rookies could fight like this, and after that, with a little more cooperation to find another squad of witch hunters to practice with after nightfall, there was no chance that they would pass.

And just at this time, Badger’s shout suddenly rang out from behind him:

“Quickly come to someone! Pigeon Treasure is still alive, although there’s only one breath left.”

Hearing this, the small players who could still move immediately ran over to help, and just like an earthquake relief, in a few minutes, they carried out the bloodied Pigeon from the collapsed second floor of the house.

This injury made everyone who saw it suck in a breath of cold air.

It was too tragic!
The whole person was a bloody mess, as if he had been carried out from a coal kiln.

“Shit! This pain is too real!”

Good Pigeon, who was covered in blood, looked around while huffing and puffing, and exclaimed:

“How come this game doesn’t have a button to turn off pain perception, I’m going to die of pain.”

“Pain perception has already been nerfed, rookie.”

Brother Woo Meow, who was leaning on a dung fork, glanced at Pigeon Treasure and said:
“The real situation you this kind of injury early ga, at least is also unconscious, this will still be able to live and howl is very illustrative of the problem, but are injured into this kind of early should be protective drop, how can you still live ah?”

“Ow, there are indeed a few times when I felt dizzy as if I was going to fall off the line.”

Pigeon Treasure said honestly:
“But as soon as I thought of hanging up it would take three days to revive, and not wanting to be laughed at I could only grit my teeth and tough it out, thinking that you lot would be able to get me out.”

“F*ck, do you have to be so hardcore? My poor pigeon treasure.”

Badger half-kneeled next to him and patted the head of the lead Dove half-heartedly:
“You are really brave enough in order not to be shouted at as a vegetable chicken, dad is convinced, my son has grown up, the lunch meal is on me dad! Want to eat anything.”

“Ow, then eat chicken at noon, at least a whole big roast chicken ah.” “. Step with the foot!”

Murphy stood outside the crowd, feeling shocked by this anachronistic perseverance of his sand sculpture little player.

But it was indeed a good thing, because as soon as Pigeon Treasure was carried back, a prompt of quest completion popped up on the character card in front of him:
[Novice Orientation Mission (4/6): Advanced Practical Combat Test (Completed)

Evaluation: loss of manpower 2, mission completion degree is excellent.

Reward: test invitation code +5, item identification function unlocked.

Additional Reward for Excellent Completion: Experience value and upgrade function unlocked in advance.

Developer’s Note: Though you have good eyesight and no psychic ability of speech, I still think you’re very suitable to become a Rts pro player, have you ever considered switching careers?

Murphy revealed a satisfied smile.

He turned back to his little players, Brother Woo Meow and Pigeon Treasure who had already had experience saw his expression and knew that it was a sign that this round of testing was about to end again, so Brother Woo Meow stepped forward first and said sincerely:

“Lord Murphy, I know this request is a bit much, but we would like to stay in this world for a while longer to get us better acclimated to it.”

“Yes, Lord Murphy, this village is too miserable.”

Next to them, Cuckoo Chicken and Badger also pleaded helpfully:
“We can stay here and help you scavenge . Uh, I mean, helping that poor red-haired girl bury her relatives and friends is one of the few things we can do for this village.

Of course Pigeonbottom let him go back, it’s too bad for him.”

“This.”

Murphy didn’t even need to look closely to know what the small players wanted to do, it was nothing more than thinking that now that the public beta hadn’t been opened, every opportunity to go online was rare, and there was nothing wrong with wanting to stop for a little while longer.

So he pretended to be a little difficult, after “hard thinking”, said to the small players:

“Then stay a little longer, but I shall leave this place to join my companions at nightfall, and then you will have to return to your worlds, and the great plan must not be exposed yet!
I must be cautious until I have a power of my own, it is for my protection as well as yours.

I hope you will understand.”

Hearing that the NPC had allowed their request to stay here longer, the small players cheered, especially the few newcomers who were online for the first time, but they were even more rare to see anything.

The main thing was that this environment was too real!
If it wasn’t for the fact that they could still log out of the game normally, then this would really be like actually stepping into the Otherworld, so that people couldn’t help but linger, even if it was just a mediocre little village, it would be enough for these simple little players to play for a long time.

Murphy stood by the earth wall, looking at the naive little players in front of him surrounding the language-impaired Miriam exchanging in sign language, making him also feel a rare wave of relaxation since he crossed over.

As a result, he hadn’t even relaxed for a few seconds when a new prompt popped up in front of him:
[Novice Orientation Mission (5/6): a comprehensive test to lead all the manpower currently available, from planning to preparation to final practice to complete a complex real-world operation!
The specific requirements are as follows:

1. The Alpha must complete a tactical discussion and form a strategy with the cute little players in the game.

2. The main process of the actual combat operation must be completed by the Alpha and the player forces alone.

3. The Alpha or the player must personally kill the leader of the force chosen as the target of the operation and ensure that at least one-fifth of the current manpower is alive at the end of the operation.

Rewards: Test Invitation Code +10, new features unlocked, and additional rewards depending on mission completion.

Developer’s Note: Come on, there are only six newbie orientation tasks in total, and when you’ve completed all of them that means you’re already a qualified test administrator who’s good enough to face most emergencies.

Although, that will only mean the real beginning of your long life of service].

Murphy looked at the mission in front of him and fell into deep thought.

Although he didn’t know which dog thing designed and installed this system in his body, he was now basically sure that that guy was a bogeyman.

Is this a fucking task that a ten year old social animal can accomplish by himself?
Shit, this is still just a novice task ah so crazy on the intensity, after becoming a formal test administrator you will let me do what I simply do not dare to think.

I just don’t dare to think about it!
Good mood all gone.
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“We can’t leave!”

The burned witch hunter in the saddle on the road away from the village of Moorland shouted through clenched teeth to the veteran riding in front of him:

“Norman! We must save little Natalie! We can’t leave that child there, her life is much more valuable than ours.”

Without a word, Norman, the veteran, merely tapped his war-horse with his stirrups to speed it up, and said in a muffled voice, as the gloomier and gloomier night descended around him:

“Calm down, Mond, this started as a trap, that vampire played us for fools, calm down and trust Natalie! She’ll be all right.

Have you forgotten the prophecy the Elder Glamour Council made about her when she was born?
This child will become a true leader under the patronage of Avalon, and she will do things that no ordinary man could ever hope to do, and she will never die here!
Avalon is sheltering her.”

The words silenced the hunters around them.

They couldn’t refute Norman’s reasoning, because almost all of the prophecies of the Elders of Gramo had come true in the intervening centuries, even including the rebellion ten years ago that had turned the Church of Avalon into the Old Religion.

In a world where God existed, prophecies were far from vain.

What’s more, in their current situation trying to return to save Natalie would only be adding casualties, they had to leave first and gather their strength before they could kill back again.

“The mission to intercept the messenger has failed.”

The veteran grabbed the reins of his horse and said in a deep voice:

“We must immediately rendezvous with the war chief before determining our next course of action, cheer up guys, our hunt isn’t over yet”

“No, it is over!”

The cold voice suddenly appeared beside the four breakaway witch hunters like a sweeping shadow, causing their warhorses to halt in place with an uneasy neigh.

The veteran in the lead, Norman, tilted his head and saw a pair of massive, blood-colored wings unfurl in front of him.

The huge, blood-colored batwings held a small figure suspended in mid-air like a ghost, and behind her, four Blood Wyvern Midnight Hunters with spears, swords, and bladed whips stood proudly.

Higher up, a ball of scarlet fireworks was exploding in the sky.

The dots of light converged into a pattern of winged holy blood vultures, which was the gathering symbol of the Blood Vulture Clan, representing that the wandering Midnight Hunters around the area would all gather here in this dark night.

“Swish.”

Old Norman unsheathed the combat knife at his waist.

The three witch hunters behind him made the same move. Facing the Blood Wyvern’s elite, Midnight Hunters whose general strength was in the upper reaches of the Black Iron rank, they knew they couldn’t win.

But this was not a reason to give up the fight, much less a reason to surrender on bended knee.

“White Oak Battle Regiment’s thirty-seventh Witch Hunt Squad!”

The veteran’s sword blade moved forward, his horse’s reins tugging to quiet his agitated mount, and he growled in an expressionless, muffled voice as the Midnight Hunters, who appeared one after another in the darkness of the night before him, sneered:

“Charge!”

(End of chapter)