Chapter 152 151 Black Iron Trial? Ch, isn’t this just a matter of having hands?

Chapter 152 151. black iron trial? Ch, isn’t this just a matter of having hands?

“Plug it up! Plug up! Quick, where are the musketeers? Block the back streets!”

Brother Woo Meow, who was carrying the Scarlet Witch’s cane, was standing on the rooftop of a small two-story building commanding the battle as night fell, but he was not a professional like Happy Stick after all, and the instructions he issued were not precise enough, so he could only rely on his senses.

But the little players did have a great afternoon.

Relying on unethical daytime sneak attack, in the dusk already got 22 vampire head.

Of course, can be small players so easy to find hiding place are not likely to be any elite, completely family fringe, even after the death can only get weak vampire heart, but also completely can not get any good oil.

But this was enough to prove that hunting vampires in the daytime was a thing of little risk.

Especially the small players still have the witch hunter’s special secret medicine and sword oil in their hands to make this job easier, on the contrary, it is those fanatical armed blood servants who are more troublesome.

Luckily, there were many players, otherwise it would be easy for them to sneak up on us.

But once the night falls, the situation is steeply flipped.

Those blood vulture traitors who escaped the daytime all of a sudden resurrected with full blood, and the elite vampires who didn’t know where they were hiding also began to probe and hunt.

Under the black night enhancement, these guys killed players just like killing chickens, causing the small players to only defend a street and not dare to disperse at all.

Fortunately at this time, Mrs. Adele and the six vampire heirs joined the battle without warning, so that the small players who had been hunting from the afternoon until now were finally able to catch their breath.

“I can kind of see how this wave of ours is bait, you know? It’s like the bait that a cunning fishing guy uses to make a nest!”

In the merchant’s mansion that the players were guarding and “temporarily commandeered”, Phantom Old Qu, who was holding a gun and aiming at the window, kept whining.

He said to Black Silk, who had his eyes closed next to him:
“The cunning Lord Murphy first sent out the weaker ones to lure those blood vulture traitors onto the bait, and then after they surrounded us, Lady Adele brought her elite servants to kill them, catching those greedy people off-guard.

A good method of warfare is a good method of warfare, but just how does it feel so off-putting?”

“Just cut the crap, why don’t you thank E-sister for saving your life?”

Sanwu Dou would be carrying his shield and gasping for breath, he glanced at Lady Adele who was chasing two vampire renegades crunching and killing one person in mid-air above his head outside the window, and whispered:

“If it wasn’t for the NPCs on our side suddenly swiping out, with the strength and number of these vampires, we’d all be buried here tonight! These guys are too good at hiding, who the hell would have thought that a small Batasin actually hides more than seventy Blood Vulture traitors!
Fuck!
The scouting spell I threw just now seems to have seen a Silver ranked Blood Vulture Renegade flashing through the air, this is considered a fucking field boss, isn’t it?”

“Holy fuck! Quickly come and help! I’m being targeted!”

Brother Woo Meow’s strange cry rang out from the team channel, and a few buddies who were taking a break immediately grabbed their weapons and rushed up to the rooftop of the second floor, and as Quit Rushing ran up, he didn’t forget to yell to the unlucky merchant who was hugging his wife and child and curled up in the corner:

“Take your wife and child to the basement! Don’t come out until the fight is over! The damage to your house go to the Scarlet Fortress to ask for Lord Murphy Count!”

He was kindly reminding.

Nay, the otherworldly Joeyuk didn’t understand the common language at all, but this unlucky merchant wasn’t stupid enough to run out with his wife and child at this time.

Mother, this is not wide street now both sides at least 20 vampires and 50 blood servants in each other to kill, for civilians and the legendary “war of the gods” is no different.

“Damn it! Only two people and you dare to attack me? Do you really think I’m soft? I’ll stab you to death!”

When the Four Diamonds and the pretentious old table rushed up to the rooftop, they were greeted by the vulgar roar of Brother Woo Meow.

This Oak Apprentice’s shoulder was bleeding and his beloved Scarlet Witch’s cane had fallen to the ground, his feet were covered in blood, but the Cunning Sociopath would be grimacing as he pressed a female vampire on the ground, riding the latter’s waist in a dead heat as he fended the burning replica of the Holy Blade of Avalon in his hand down towards the enemy’s heart.

Behind him there was a vampire nightwalker wrapped up in psychic vines, the four vajayjay didn’t say anything, copied the weapon and pounced on it to slash it, sending that guy to meet the mother of night.

Woo Meow brother obviously on the head, yelling and screaming underneath the struggling and begging female vampire incinerated into ashes, only to fall to the ground as if disengaged, and then pulled up by the old table of small hands forcefully.

The street in front of them was already chaotic!
The Blood Vulture renegades who had run after the smaller players were no match for the six clan elites led by Mrs. Adele.

They were originally the fringe of the family who were just bullying the soft persimmons, and this would be the time when Mrs. Adele and the elite scions were chasing and killing while also shouting to clear the traitors.

This caused great pressure on the hearts of these traitors as well.

“Look! Maxim is here too!”

The best-eyed chimera, Old Curve, pointed to the other side of the street and shouted.

As soon as everyone turned around, they saw that amidst the flapping of the huge blood wings, Maxim, who was heavily armed like a fierce beast, also waved his hideous dark claws to join the battlefield.

He fell from the sky and blocked an ordinary vampire who couldn’t dodge in time with a tear of his hands, and that guy was torn into two halves by the mighty dark night claws in a miserable scream.

“Crap! What a chicken brutality! Worthy of being Murphy’s ‘monster’! I love it!”

The Black Silk Brother, who was also a Physical Profession, screamed, so excited that he couldn’t wait to kill out right now and follow Big Maxim to kill everyone, but he was quickly held down by the other brothers with seven hands.

Can you wake the fuck up?

People are elite NPCs!

You’re a rookie who hasn’t even passed the Black Iron Trial, don’t go up and cause trouble for your own people.

The intensity of the battle right now is obviously not something that players can participate in, so it’s good to look at the animation and steal a few heads.

“Lord Murphy’s little bird is here too! Look!”

Old Qu shouted again.

He stared intently at the blood-eating spirit vulture that gathered its wings and sped down on the dark night sky above his head, its sharp claws clawing and ripping a vampire’s bloody wings apart, his heart filled with envy.

Hey, our old Qu is also a gunman, and in the future, we might even be able to get a handsome and powerful little bird bird to serve as a scout for ourselves.

“Ah, thank you for the gift of nature! Thank you for the blessings of the Mother of Darkness!”

The excited ghostly cries of the student party resounded from the courtyard next to them.

The unlucky vampire whose blood wings had been shattered by Refnor’s grip happened to smash headfirst into their turf, and Badger and Goo Goo Chicken immediately swooped in and swung their swords around.

So another head was taken.

This scene made Brother Meow Meow’s heart itch.

Although they couldn’t use the Vampire’s Heart right now, Madame Tris over at the Blood Vulture Cloisters had been collecting this thing.

Players have said that surrendering the Vampire Heart can quickly brush up the favor of Madame Tris and the prestige of the Blood Vulture Clan, and this thing is rightly regarded as a kind of “high-level tokens”, although they don’t know what use it will have besides surrendering it, but it’s always right to stockpile a little bit of it ahead of time!

“Let’s go! Let’s go and mix up a few heads while we’re at it.”

With a wave of his hand, Brother Woo Meow furtively led his brothers to the edge of the chaotic battlefield in a snakeskin position, and was ready to sneak up on a few ordinary vampires who had fallen alone when he saw the opportunity.

But before they could make their move, a sharp whistling sound came whistling from the end of the dark night, and then swept over the several traitors in front of them with precision and viciousness in the dazed gaze of a group of small players.

The flying Necessary Evil’s entire demonic and evil sword body has been covered with thick blood stains, like a bloodthirsty flying snake, but it is especially not satisfied, has been like being completely released from the reins of the rabid dog, wantonly eager for more blood to fill the weakness.

The three ordinary vampires couldn’t satisfy its bloodthirsty craving at all, just like an arrogant gourmet who casually took a bite of the juicy blood essence, and then left that tasteless thing aside, and with a completely impossible 90° high-speed right-angled turn, rushed into the sky again, and went forward to hunt for the more delicious elite traitors.

This scene left the players dumbfounded.

They all knew that Lord Murphy had seized a very powerful weapon from Salokdar, but just how powerful no one had an idea.

Right now, after seeing it with their own eyes, they began to doubt life again. “Blanch! Fully automated Sojourner Cruise Flying Sword! I didn’t realize that the thick-browed Lord Murphy was also a Shushan disciple?”

Ring Rush let out a strange cry.

The others burst out laughing, but Brother Woo Meow was the only one with a very subtle expression.

He suddenly remembered the hidden quest chain in his hand that had been put aside, and he hadn’t felt anything about it before, but after seeing Necessary Evil’s ferocity and dominance with his own eyes, Brother Whimpering Meow was moved to think a little.

Lord Murphy had clearly said that the unfinished design in his hand was a certain Blood Vulture craftsman’s imitation of the Desire Demon Blade, and even if a player couldn’t get a Spirit Blade of the Necessary Evil’s grade, an additional means of automatic attack was still very wonderful to think about.

Hmmm!
The decision was made!
Brother Woo Meow secretly made up his mind.

After he passed the Black Iron Trial, he would hurry up this hidden quest chain.

If he could really get the design of the imitation Spirit Blade and monopolize the manufacture of this at first glance impressive weapon, the chance for his small group to get rich would be close at hand!
Ah, thanks to Murphy-sama’s generosity, he thought he was a non-commoner, but now it seems that Murphy-sama still loves him!
Well, it must be because one’s favorability brush was high enough!

It’s definitely like that!
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“Little Vikramana, why don’t we forget about it?”

While Brother Woo Meow’s group and the student party were busy collecting heads, the girl group didn’t join the fierce main battlefield, instead, they were hiding on a high platform in the northwest corner of Batasin City.

It looked like they were plotting to do something bad.

Lumina was half-kneeling on the ground to act as an observer, and she said with great concern to Little Vikrama, who had already set up a precisely calibrated hunting rifle next to her and was still chewing malt candy:

“You only brushed up to level 10 this afternoon, there’s no need to be in such a hurry to challenge the Black Iron Trial, and it’s still the hardest Elite Hunt, this trial has to be completed solo! You’ll have to lose yourself if you don’t get it right, it’ll take three days to resurrect.”

“Aiya, yakking is so annoying ah you!”

Little Vikrama, who pressed a special “Vampire’s Anthem” into the chamber of her gun, rolled her eyes and said to the three companions beside her with worried faces:
“You all don’t believe me when I say I’m going to do it, when I say I’m sure of it… Ch, I’ll show you what it means to single-handedly brush the elites today!”

“Don’t you fool around! This is not the time for you to play.”

Orchid leaned on her Iris Shield and chided Little Reed Name:

“Everyone spent resources to arm you, it’s not for you to take the team’s resources and do this kind of personal work, listen! Go back and brush a few copies. At least get together the Seiko Veteran set and come back to challenge, right?”

“Courage is commendable, but recklessness is really undesirable.”

Sister Pomegranate had also lost her temper after several battles, which would touch Little Reed Name’s head and persuade her:

“Elites and normal monsters in this game are two completely different concepts, you’ll know if you’ve beaten Maxim’s power challenge, I really don’t think you can challenge an elite right now. Or challenge a vampire in the dark.”

“Geez, you guys don’t understand!”

Little Vikrama was confident.

She threw another quick malt candy into her mouth, chewing it as she did so:

“None of you guys understand what the 100% truthfulness that this game has been publicizing means! You still have the nerve to say that you are old players, let me ask you, if you fire a shot towards the King of Soldiers’ head in reality, will he die?
Even if he is a ten-pronged he has to die ah!
If this game can really be completely realistic, that means my idea is definitely feasible! It’s just a vampire, isn’t it? I hit Salokdar with all three of my previous shots.

That’s a Gold Class!

I’m confident that I can put any elite into a bloodbath with the first shot of my snipe, and then just go up and slowly harvest it, right?
Don’t give me that crap about elites being awesome with lots of blood and being resistant to being punched!

Here!

This is a real world!
At least that’s what the development team claims! Just let me see it.”

Vikina set the shotgun up in her hands and narrowed her eyes at the slender scope.

There was a sneaky female vampire in the distance in her field of vision, slipping out of the basement with a large bag on her back looking like she was ready to get her feet wet. The four of them had chased this guy here just a few moments ago and could already confirm that this was an elite creature of the Black Iron rank.

“This is a perfect real world for me you guys understand?”

Little Vikrama narrowed her eyes.

A look of obstinacy and stubbornness flashed across her slightly thin face as she muttered:
“Of course you guys won’t understand! It’s not like you guys know what kind of life I live every day, chit, it has to be true! Ha! Aim lock. Well, cutie, you won’t be able to run away.”

Collimator locked, muzzle slightly raised, advance calculated, aimed shot poised to fire.

Little Vikrama took a deep breath and placed his finger on the trigger.

“Bang.”

The moment the female vampire carrying a large bag opened her blood wings and flew into the air, the vampire’s elegy, bought with a swipe of the face from Madame Tris at a high price, flew out of the chamber.

The spherical projectile without rifling should have been less accurate, however, propelled by the superb kinetic energy that erupted from the unique gold-burning powder being ignited, it allowed the projectile to slice through the distance between the shooter and the target in a flash, accurately striking the vampire from the back of her heart.

The thirty times concentrated daytime potion instantly took effect, causing her to scream like a bird with broken wings, falling diagonally to the ground.

“None of you are allowed to intervene! Do you hear me!”

Little Vikramana dropped her shotgun and drew the two scarlet hand cannons at her waist and screamed at her three partners:

“She’s mine!”

With that said, she took a forward dive off the underside of the high platform, startling Orchid into poking her head out to look down.

Instead, she saw Little Vikrama dodging strangely as she landed on the ground in a roll to dislodge her strength, and then rushed towards where the vampire had fallen.

“When did she learn Dark Elf Swordsmanship?”

Sister Pomegranate looked in surprise at the complex-faced Lumina, who whispered:

“Taught her before hitting the Blood Buzzard Cloister, she didn’t learn the Swordsmanship Optics for the matching Spectral Pace. I knew this little one had her own ideas, and now it seems like she’s long since mapped out a career path for herself.”

“What’s wrong with this kid?”

Pomegranate whispered:
“Just now she looked as if she wanted to eat someone, completely different from her usual cheeky self.”

“Ugh, don’t ask.”

Orchid reached over and patted Pomegranate on the shoulder, having seen Little Vikki’s name in reality she whispered:

“She’s always jumping around and being quiet not because she’s hyperactive by nature, and it’s never just because it’s fun that she likes this game more than any of us.

It’s a place where she can run wild, where she can charge like a warrior and face the fearful and wonderful without worrying that her body won’t be able to handle it all, let alone need to spend the rest of her long life in bed.

To little Vikrama, maybe reality is the crappy game.”

“Huh?”

Pomegranate’s eyes rounded as she exclaimed:
“It can’t be? Didn’t she say before that she learned horseback riding from her mom when she was little, how could she…”

“ALS, saying more is tears.”

Lumina said shaking her head:

“It’s not like she doesn’t want to grow taller, she hates it even more when people call her a dwarf ugh, let’s go, go up and guard that little twerp.”

(End of chapter)