Chapter 23 23 Blood Vulture vs Wolfsbane

Chapter 23 23.Blood Vulture VS Wolfsbane
“Blanch! What the hell is that, why is it so bright?”

The sudden light from the Smuggler’s Woodland caused an uproar among the nervous little players.

Those lights were in no way the same as flames, if they had to be described, they were more similar to the piercing arcs of light when a large searchlight was turned on, shrouding an entire area instead appearing to get darker and darker around them.

But Murphy could obviously see more.

He was a psionic user of some size, and something similar was written down in Miss Phemis’s handwritten notes.

“Solar psychic energy! The most effective way to deal with dark creatures, and one of the most mysterious and rare types of psychic energy, it seems that Missy has hit a tough spot.”

Murphy spoke in a low voice, the other small players suddenly celebrated after realizing the success of their sinister strategy, acting as if they were fishermen who saw a snipe, now just waiting for both sides over there to finish consuming and then they rushed up to pick up a leak and everything would be ok.

However, this happiness did not last long, just a few minutes later, Murphy’s sharp perception in the dark night captured a movement if anything.

“Shhh!”

He motioned for the players to be quiet, and reached out himself to place his hand on the ground to seep his psychic energy into the earth, and soon the clear sound of hoofbeats came into his perception.

“Someone’s coming, approaching fast, arriving in about five minutes, prepare to block!”

With a wave of Murphy’s hand, the small group of players immediately scurried back to where they were supposed to be, and the vampire gestured to Maxim before turning back and stealing into the darkness.

The white-haired loyal servant took a deep breath and pulled off his mask, walking quickly over to the players in the ambush circle.

He knew his duty.

He had to play “Murphy” to give his master safety and opportunity.

He has no complaints about this, while Murphy himself hides in the omnipresent darkness of the night, and as the strongest combatant in the small group of players, he must wait patiently until the most critical moment.

Twenty chest-armored cavalrymen of the Kingdom of Goldfinch soon appeared on the deserted path of the smuggler’s woodland, not wearing full body armor to maintain a lighter and more agile stance, one man with a lance in his hand, vigilantly blazing a trail ahead.

Behind them was a heavy black wagon drawn by two horses, and in front and behind the wagon was an escort of infantry armed with guns.

Seeing that they were rapidly approaching the ambush circle, the sniper on the tree branch, Yang Scar, also lay there and began to take aim, the psychic division under Missy’s command had camouflaged the place, enough to ensure that ordinary people could not scout their presence.

But just as the cavalrymen were about to reach the area of the horse trap, a voice suddenly rang out from the carriage:
“There’s an ambush ahead! Idiot! Stop!”

“Bang.”

Seeing that the well-trained cavalry was already slowing down, Yang Trace was anxious in her heart, but she didn’t open fire hastily, instead, she instantly turned her gun around and pulled the trigger.

The projectile that flew out did not hit anyone, but bit hard on the ass of the pack horse pulling the carriage.

The pain caused by the blood splattering caused the pack horse to immediately be frightened and neighing forward, the driver could not control the horse that suddenly went crazy, and could only watch as the carriage crashed through the cavalry and impacted on the dimly lit road in front of him.

The poor pack horse stepped into the pit and fell into it, and was pierced by the vicious wooden stakes, and the heavy four-wheeled carriage was also in the violent bumps in the unfortunate pressure on the land mine in the muffled explosion of the whole side overturned and flew up.

Not only the inside of the box spilled everywhere, but also a few escort infantrymen also crushed in the carriage under the tragic death.

“It’s done! Quickly! Fire!”

Itachi Happy Stick, whose heart was already in his throat, jumped up excitedly at the sight of this godly shot from Yang Trace.

He no longer waited and roared with his greatest strength, the buddies in the trenches and the six brothers and sisters in the dormitory in the foxholes immediately poked their heads out and shot out the bullets and crossbows in their hands in a brainstorming mess.

The accuracy of this near-blind fire was ridiculously poor!

But fortunately, the number was large enough, and a round of unison fire from a dozen or so people also knocked over a few of the cavalry.

On the wagons parked on the flanks of the ambush circle, the two old buddies, the Dirt Truck and the Shovel Man, hemmed and hawed and unleashed the heavy automatic hunting crossbows, taking advantage of the moment when the cavalrymen in front of them were scattering to start a cool burst.

The deterrent power of this old-fashioned weapon was amazing.

The flying crossbow arrows swept through the caravan in front of them like a raging storm, sending the horses that had nowhere to hide flying with blood and flesh, causing the well-trained cavalrymen to hide beside the overturned wagons as cover.

Everything was being executed according to Happy Stick’s tactics, causing the commander’s lifted heart to finally drop back into his stomach.

He emptied the lead bullets in his hand copied his handful of squire’s spears and jumped out of the trench with a wail, shouting hotly in the echoes of the hunting crossbow’s covering fire:

“All bayonets! Brothers, charge with me!”

“There’s no such thing as a ghost bayonet, sober the fuck up, will you?”

Brother Woo Meow also copied a war halberd and jumped out, he spat while charging after the Happy Stick who was already a bit on top, while also saying to the Phantom Old Qu and Black Silk Brother beside him:
“It always feels like it’s almost something without a charge.”

“Yeah, not enough of that flavor.”

“Next time the whole on! Find a brother who can play the bugle to be the bugler!”

A group of men rushed along the foxhole towards the collapsed wagon in an adrenaline rush, and the six brothers and sisters in the foxhole saw how brave the fellows were, and thought that although they were young, they couldn’t afford to be bad, so they simply picked up their weapons and joined in as well.

“Quick! Niu Niu, meat shield first!”

Badger, who was grasping his twin swords, roared, and Ox, who had long since finished his preparations, copied his own NPC’s previously gifted battle sword and a bloody squire shield, and jumped out with a wail in his leather armor.

This long legged and long handed tall sports student ran up really fast, and actually surpassed the happy stick that was hissing and carrying out a board charge, and was the first to kill the enemy line.

The flirty one was also wearing a scarlet midnight cape, which instantly made him the prettiest boy in the crowd.

The dismounted cavalrymen who couldn’t lift their heads from the storm of hunting crossbows saw a group of people killing from the flanks and immediately went forward to engage, they were all veteran elites of the Goldenrod Kingdom’s Pathfinder Legion, and they were not at all afraid to fight the enemy in close combat.

However, these cavalry brother just rushed out of the cover, was waiting for the sniper Yang scar a shot away one, at this time happened to come to the bull to see the enemy’s head in front of their eyes burst open was startled.

But the atmosphere is all set here, right?

He simply closed his eyes and roared and swung his sword randomly, relying on his height advantage to slam down with his shield to knock the second cavalryman to the ground.

The unlucky one tried to get up, but then was slashed out Happy Stick with a standard stabbing roar and stabbed him through the chest with a spear, killing two in a row gave the players behind him a momentary gasp.

They were driven by the piggy surge of Brother Woo Meow and the others, relying on the advantage of not being afraid of death to charge and fight in a brainstorm, relying on resolute white-knuckle combat to drive the recalcitrant cavalry out of the bunker.

The cunning Pigeon Treasure and Badger also picked up the cavalry’s dropped horse guns from the ground and fired them indiscriminately to create confusion, pushing them deeper into the ambush circle into the refusal trench.

With the depth of that big pit, these ordinary soldiers would not be able to climb up in a short time if they fell down!

“Winning!”

Hiding in the darkness, Murphy was relieved to see his own little players being so battle-hardened, thinking that having tactics was really different, much more efficient than fighting in a swarm.

This wave was sixteen against twenty or so, and Wunder had been filled to the brim.

But right at this junction, a black shadow suddenly rushed out from the overturned carriage, and pounced towards the mud truck and shoveler who were madly surging. The two middle-aged old men who were shooting high hadn’t reacted to what was happening before they saw the blood-colored light in front of their eyes slashing through interlocking blinding claw marks, splitting the dump truck into three pieces with people and armor, and saying goodbye to this barbaric and exciting world with a crunching sound.

The shovelers looked dumbfounded beside them.

He subconsciously looked up and was then lifted into the air by the five fingers of a clasped neck, while the flickering light of the sun’s psionic energy in the distance behind him allowed him to see the assailant in front of him.

A British style dress with a black high hat, white shirt green vest outlined a refined image, well-maintained beard and finger of the bloodstone wolf head ring on behalf of this guy seems to be quite a status, how to look at it does not look like the kind of guy who should step into the battlefield.

However, the slender nails extending from the five fingers of his left hand were like wolf claws, and were dripping blood downwards at this moment.

“The Blood Vultures have a good way of training their dogs.”

The man gritted his teeth and said:

“Blood Servants with such vigor are not often seen in this era.”

“What is this NPC gibbering about? I can’t understand a single fucking word!”

The shoveler who was strangled struggled and spat madly in his heart.

Seeing that he was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to survive, the shoveler simply turned evil to evil and pulled out the short knife on his waist in the midst of the struggle and stabbed it towards the guy in front of him.

Rightfully missed.

The power gap between the small players who currently hadn’t turned on their upgrades and the NPCs was still too great, and Shoveler’s determined counterattack didn’t even manage to graze the other guy’s clothes before his neck was snapped with a click.

The shovel’s corpse smashed into the ground and disappeared as a point of light, a scene that made the perpetrator’s eyes widen before realizing that the situation didn’t seem quite right.

These weren’t the Blood Vulture Clan’s blood servants!
These were summons!

Dammit!

There’s a summoner hiding in the shadows?

Is this another trap?

His heart said that it was not good, despite his strength he still moved to activate his family specialty, and with a long wolf howl in the starlight jumping, two large ghostly white Star Realm wolves appeared at his feet.

As he waved his hand up, the ferocious beasts from the otherworld roared and pounced on the small group of players who were painfully killing the cavalrymen.

And then a sharp blade stabbed in, forcing the perpetrator, who had just completed his summoning, to retreat to meet the enemy as he blocked a few times with the cane stuck at his waist before drawing his sword with his left hand and picking one of the staffs and swords into his hand.

Maxim, who had rushed over, stood with his sword in hand, eyeing the fellow in front of him warily.

The impaled tall hat, on the other hand, slipped out of the air, and the moment it bobbed to the ground, the perpetrator grinned, those eyes glowing a ghostly green in the night.

He looked Maxim up and down at the lavish chainmail and weapons on his body, twitched his nose, canines bared under his lips, licked his tongue again, and said:
“You’re the blood vulture’s dog! A true loyal blood servant, I can even smell your beating heart, your blood must be delicious! State your name, Commander!

I’ll go back so I can write a combat debriefing.”

“Maxim Sena Vlad!”

The loyal servant knew what this meant.

He also recognized the perpetrator in front of him as a vampire, but not one of the Blood Vulture clan, and responded in a hushed voice as he had been taught:

“Jed. No, Descendant of Murphy!”

“Murphy? Never heard that name before, and I don’t think it’s an important person in the Blood Vulture Clan.”

The perpetrator grunted, his staff-sword in his hand swung forward in a unique sword stance, and he stared at Maxim like a hungry wolf eyeing its food, and said conspiratorially:
“Jopan Makki Gungro! Descendant of Korando, of the Gray Claw faction of the Wolfsbane Clan!”

It was Blood Clan etiquette to declare oneself.

Ancient tradition always ensured that the clans were accurately informed of the death of each Bloodborn, with the surviving rival responsible for relaying the news.

As the words fell, the two attacked each other at the same time.

Maxim’s swordsmanship was good, but his physical prowess was clearly no match for a true vampire, and he fell into a disadvantage after just a few moves.

But Maxim is not afraid in the slightest, the attack on the contrary more ferocious, relying on the body’s extremely strong defensive chain armor hard resistance, such as the first time to hunt for food wolf cubs desperately want to give the other party to leave scars even if they are injured.

His sword quickly by Qiaopan knocked away, in the face of the staff sword cut Maxim not retreating instead of advancing, sparing the broken hand bone to pounce on the body to pull Qiaopan in the same place.

The Wolfsbane Bloodblood had realized that something was wrong and kicked Maxim away, however the bindings of the ethereal cold psychic energy that surfaced behind him made it too late for him to retreat any further.

“Pfft.”

The moment Qiaopan was pressed into place by the “Skillful” level Dark Impact – Binding Hand, the Desire Ethnic Blade entwined with cold psychic energy brought Murphy down from a high place, and pierced into Qiaopan’s back with the added force of the impact.

Murphy, who had completed a sneak attack, still had blood in the corner of his mouth, fresh blood drawn from an unlucky cavalryman, and the activation of his blood thirst made him even more vicious and belligerent.

This sneak attack one sword could not kill an elite vampire yet.

Not by a long shot.

But it was enough to draw this dangerous fellow’s attention away from him, giving the smaller players more time to deal with the chaotic battlefield at hand.

“Revernor Murphy Le Sombra, Clan Bloodwing, Fringe Faction, Descendant of Tris!”

His voice rang in Jopan’s ears, as he had just introduced himself in the ancient Blood Clan dueling etiquette, but then scoffed with a sneer:
“What kind of ancient bloodline are you pretending to be, you little wolfsbane yakuza? You used the wrong etiquette for fighting my servant just now, it seems that no matter how well-dressed you are, you can’t hide your pathetic underbelly.

Come with me! Shameful thug.

Let the blood of the descendants of eternal sin reach the ears of heaven, and let the Mother of Night witness this eternal silence.”

“Bastard!”

The stabbed werewolf venomous thug grimaced, his human phantom form having shattered bringing him closer to the werewolf venomous vampire’s true otherworldly form at this point.

It was a hybrid monster like a night bat and a wolf, and the unique power of the Wolfsbane Clan called the “Wilderness Monster Form”.

Jopan’s wolf-like gaze twists and turns as he follows Murphy’s trail through the night, and then with his staff and sword in hand, he spreads his short wings and glides over to the other side.

One Blood has challenged another to a duel of eternal silence!

No decent vampire with any balls would refuse, let alone the centuries-old feud entangled between the Blood Wyverns and the Wolfsbane, and the guy was the summoner of those summons.

Take him out!
The jeopardy would be a no-brainer!
So, let the hunt begin!
(End of chapter)