Chapter 6 6 You guys are really the worst class of small players I’ve ever had!

Chapter 6 6. You guys are really the worst class of little players I’ve ever brought up!

Ah, time!

In the midst of the messy initial battle, Murphy realized that he had overlooked this important factor.

His small players are not twenty-four hours to do nothing waiting for him to summon to the other world to do great things, people in another world also have to go to work and work to earn money to support the family to buy milk powder for the child to buy cosmetics for the wife to honor their parents to take care of their siblings well.

The other side of the world is also to work and earn money to buy milk powder for the children and cosmetics for the wives!
This important factor must be considered next time!
However, now is not the time to check and fill in the gaps, after encouraging his “Otherworldly Warriors” with NPC sentences, Murphy turned around and patted Maxim’s shoulder.

Although he admonished himself to be careful and prudent, Tris is still waiting for himself in Cadman City, without himself the King of the Ruins will absolutely starve to death on the street, so at all times to save life first!
But right now when the player hadn’t grown up, he still had to go first when something went wrong!

Good thing it would be dark.

At the same time have mercy and indifference two faces of the mother of the night’s asylum for the vampire’s various abilities have been added, so that dressed in good equipment Murphy is not afraid to go up to spell the knife.

After receiving Murphy’s tip, Maxim, who had done enough psychological construction before setting off, gritted his teeth and poured a vial of red liquid into his mouth.

In an instant, the blood in his eyes burst out, panting like a cow, he lifted his weapon and let out a regal battle cry, then rushed up towards the nearest witch hunter.

Murphy followed close behind.

Meeting the enemy with his mastery level Shadow Dash practiced by walking the wall and his entry level Blood Vulture Swordsmanship, of course he hadn’t forgotten that he was actually a psionic user as well.

So under the cover of Maxim, a meat shield, Murphy unleashed a dark psychic energy blast.

It sounded awesome, but in reality it was just a convergence of the only remaining psychic energy in his body and smashing it out in a ball-like manner, with no deterrent power to speak of.

It was good that the catching distance was close enough!
In the moment Maxim engaged the witch hunters, a short witch hunter was positively battered in the face by the dark spirit ball that Murphy used his height advantage to hit.

The opponent reacted quickly, and the moment he screamed and fell down, he shot an arrow at Murphy with his “Blind Fighting” technique, but the arrow bounced off Murphy’s heart and chest armor, not even leaving a scratch.

It’s worthy of being the Elder Armor that Tris’s mother used!
The protection is awesome!

Seeing that the counterattack failed to work, the witch hunter who had been made to “bleed and smoke” pulled out his sword and tried to fight back, but the vampire kicked his wrist with a high kick, and then rode up and poked him in the eye with the longsword in his hand.

Muscle memory plus the speed enhancement of the night, this move is very smooth and extremely fatal, like a predatory viper bite into the prey.

Warm liquid splashed out on Murphy’s cheek, but it didn’t make the first-time killer feel sick.

On the contrary, the taste of the blood transformed into a different kind of sweetness in his breath, which seemed to lure up some kind of dark desire in his heart, making his breath burn.

In an instant, four canines dedicated to sucking blood were bared beneath his lips as well.

Blood!

He craved blood!

It’s like having ants crawling on his body! Ah, a little more!
It’s pathetic that Murphy, who has been transformed for a year, has not really enjoyed the vampire’s “blood feast” because he repeatedly refused the fat rat’s meal offered by Tris.

Naturally, the young man didn’t understand how tempting fresh blood was to vampires, and thus he was unprepared to fall into the dangerous state of “blood thirst” when he first tasted it.

The scarlet in his pupils could no longer be hidden, and he no longer needed his eyes to see it.

The vampire who had really entered the battle state could pinpoint those “delicacies” only by his instantaneous perception, and even his movements became swift and brutal.

Ancient predator instincts began to awaken in Murphy, allowing him to tear off his elegant disguise and reveal the true side of the Midnight Ghost.

In this form, he is the real vampire, not the pretense that those hypocritical midnight aristocrats usually show.

The vampire clan, which has been hated by the entire continent for nearly a thousand years, has been able to survive and thrive in the midst of countless malice, relying on more than just their scheming style.

Strength!

Pava!

It was the true power given by blood that was the root of the continuation of this dark race, and now Murphy had come into contact with that power, becoming a true member of the Midnight Parva!
“Ah.”

Maxim, also fighting for the first time, used his drugged blood courage to pester the two witch hunters, but was soon hit in the arm and kicked away, but Murphy, who had entered his “blood thirst”, pounced on the nearest one from behind like a ghost.

The other party’s fingers to counterattack, and in the other party’s muffled grunts and screams, sharp teeth bite between the sweet “wine” to drink in the mouth.

The remaining two witch hunters bared their teeth when they saw this scene.

They were experienced in fighting against vampires, not only did they not go forward to kill this blood-sucking monster but instead accelerated and retreated, but they were surrounded by the five small players who rushed out from both sides.

The small players rushed over also has no rules, at this time also has no weapon bare hands all rely on a cavity courage, they should have felt the fear of fighting, but “fear”, is the players will never have the emotion!
As long as it is in the game, there is nothing in the world that they do not dare to do!

After the initial bewilderment dissipated and the NPCs gave them a hint, the five little players were inspired by the unruly nature of their bones.

The other side are bright blood, but also with a despicable sneak attack to get killed on their side of a person, this are not dry down still stay in the New Year?
They in the lead pigeon under the command of the pig surging forward, pounced on the number of suppression of the two belly enemy witch hunters will be male on male ferocious posture overwhelmed on the ground.

“Ka-ra.”

One of the smaller players had his neck crisply snapped by the witch hunter as he dragged himself to the ground, a spike that bared the teeth of the lead big pigeon who had been kicked out.

“Blanch! Snail! Ah! Give my son back his life!”

He roared, picking up the dead witch hunter’s hand crossbow on the ground with red eyes, and grasping the hunting knife in his hand again, he rushed up with a gray head to fend off the witch hunter who had strangled his good son in the heart, followed by a frantic poking and prodding as if he were letting off steam.

Combat skills suck!

What a lack of skill!

It’s almost as bad as a stupid novice.

But it’s got gusto!
Fierce enough!
That’s enough for the little newbie player.

The other three players screamed and closed in on them as well, and they pressed down on the last struggling witch hunter with the death grip of a yearling pig slayer until their necks were slashed by the sword of Maxim, who came charging at them dragging his arm.

But with this great advantage of four against one, the witch hunter still took one of the smaller players who couldn’t get up in time with his last breath with a short thrust hidden in his hand before he breathed his last.

Its ferocity and strong will to fight was evident.

This short and intense encounter ended just like that.

The players lost three, the blood slaves lost eight, Maxim was injured, and the wagon was lost, but the good news was that all four witch hunters on the opposite side were taken out.

And as a vampire, Murphy finally tasted the flavor of blood for the first time.

“Pfft.”

The dried up corpse of the witch hunter who was drained of half of his blood smashed at Murphy’s feet.

Murphy, who recovered from his blood-thirsty state, wiped the sticky liquid from the corner of his mouth, he pursed his lips with an odd expression, seemingly recalling the taste he had just tasted, and then his face changed drastically, and he vomited with a gagging sound in the eyes of the others just like Old Bastard, who had lost his cell phone after shooting a video.

“Dry! I can’t believe you poisoned the blood. Witch hunters, what a bunch of you!”

Murphy wiped his mouth and spat madly in his mind.

The blood of witch hunters smelled delicious, but in reality, these monster hunters who were strengthened by psychic energy would take a special alchemy potion before dealing with vampires, so that the drug that could make vampires weak would flow through their veins.

Such a drug would definitely be harmful to the body, but wanting to hunt monsters and not wanting to pay any price was not such a good thing in either world. The only good news is that these drugs will just send a vampire who lacks experience and mistakenly inhales the poisoned blood into weakness, but it is not fatal.

“My lord, are you alright?”

Maxim, who was dragging his arm, hurriedly ran over and took out a water bladder and handed it to Murphy.

He had been viciously poked in the arm this would bleed like a river, and the deliciousness of this blood made Murphy, who was weakly sitting on the ground, move his throat.

This detail was noticed by Maxim, this loyal blood servant gritted his teeth and handed his arm to Murphy’s eyes.

He whispered:

“Drink, my lord, this healthy blood will allow you to recover quickly.”

“No need.”

Murphy said dumbly, reaching out to push away Maxim’s kind offer.

On the one hand, this experience had given him a bit of a psychological shadow over bloodsucking, and on the other hand, the small players were still watching, and his own glorious image could not be smeared.

If word got out about something as egregious as using one of his own people as a blood bag, it was possible that some day a heavenly group of 25 men would crash on Tris’s doorstep to dispense justice.

“Go check out the village.”

Murphy told Maxim as he gasped for water to clear his throat to suppress the sickening weakness:
“See if there are any more of them, I remember the rumor that the base strength of a squad of witch hunters is six, so the danger is not over yet, take my warriors with you!”

He said, pointing to three small players who were exchanging combat experience:
“My warriors have proven their strength and courage, they are trustworthy, now go and divide the loot among them, arm them, and divide the belongings you find as a commendation as well.

Of course, you may keep a share for yourself; you have done well, Maxim, and your loyalty should be rewarded.”

“That is what I should do, my lord!”

Maxim grinned and tore open his own torn cloak to bandage the wound before carrying his sword to the little player.

He was surprised to find that these warriors, summoned from the Otherworld by Lord Murphy, had already begun scavenging over the four corpses in an untutored manner.

They were also chatting cheerfully in their unique language, a gesture of bravado that made Maxim’s heart respect them, obviously they had just lost three companions, could they defy death so openly?
Worthy of being the warriors that Lord Murphy looked up to!

Although it was true that the battle skills were a bit poor, but after all, will and courage were the best character of warriors.

The three small players who survived saw Maxim, the NPC, walk over, and immediately stood aside in a well-behaved manner, looking at him with bated breath as they waited to hand out their rewards.

However the language barrier was a big problem.

After realizing that the two sides were unable to communicate, Maxim could only connect the dots, pulling off the leather armor from the corpses and handing it to the players, and making a gesture of spreading his hands.

Now the small players understood, this NPC meant that all these things belonged to them.

“How generous, I thought he would take the lion’s share.”

The lead Big Pigeon said while playing with the hand crossbow in his hand.

This thing in his hand had wear and tear but the texture was exquisite, and the modeling was exceptionally realistic, holding it in his hand was heavy and weighty, very different from the demonic bitch that could only be seen as a sticker in other games.

The arrowheads placed in that crossbow glittered with cold light under the moon, at first glance it was a fine killing weapon, so he simply loved it.

What was even more awesome was this real sense of touch, it was almost as if he had actually traveled to another world, and there was no sense of lag between his spirit and this body of the game!

0 latency, bull!
The other two dormitory buddies were the same.

One of them will be two hunting war knife with pull down the weapon harness set in the waist a strong stink, the other grabbed a hand and a half sword crutches in the hand COS quilt king, play is not happy.

After all, what big boy can resist the temptation from a real weapon?
Usually pick up a perfect branch are precious not, can not wait to find an innocent field of rapeseed flowers to practice, let alone this real thing that can open a person’s brain?
As for those armor, although stained with blood but the players gladly accepted.

This is equipment ah!
Although they didn’t know if it could add attributes, the benefits of high armor were known to everyone.

However, this thing is quite cumbersome to put on, the three little players helped each other and spent a few minutes but couldn’t get it right, in the end it was Maxim who couldn’t stand it anymore and went up to teach them how to tie the leather armor’s ties with his hands.

The white-haired blood servant felt that these three warriors were silly, like city children who were new to the countryside and saw everything as new.

After taking care of all these, the leading Big Dove suddenly saw Maxim gesturing to them, and then that NPC carried the Swift Sword towards the dead village in front of him.

The three little players looked at each other and finally decided that this was a “new quest”.

“Fuck, this game is real, exciting enough, but how even a player interface are not? There’s no prompt to take a quest?
Shouldn’t there be an exclamation point on his head that only we can see?”

Badgeron, the son of the leader Dove, complained:

“It’s not ready yet? But it’s a basic function.”

“Don’t ask me, I don’t know.”

The lead Big Pigeon rolled his eyes and followed Maxim into the village, seeing the sifted carriage and the terrible corpses in it, he felt a bit nauseous then he twisted his head and skimmed his mouth and said:

“This NPC speaks and we still don’t understand it, just that handsome newbie guide NPC can communicate with us, hell knows what this game company thinks.”

“Maybe it hasn’t reached that testing stage yet?”

Another dormitory brother “spicy goo goo chicken” carrying a hand and a half sword strutting walk, feel like a hero, he said:

“After all, game testing is definitely a step-by-step process, don’t be anxious, look at this awesome virtual reality technology, get a player interface or have a hand on it?”

“That’s true.”

The small players nodded their heads and followed Maxim all the way to the deeper part of the village.

That said, even though this would be the early hours of the morning, it was a bit too quiet in this not-so-small village-
“These rookies. 8V4 situation and a big smooth game where I’m the only one showing off can be played like this, do players nowadays play the game with their feet?”

Murphy outside the village spat while resting.

He just looked at it, the player resurrection time had to be three days!

This means that even if the four “lost” players come online, there are only seven people in his hand that he can use, and losing a third of his manpower all of a sudden makes Murphy’s heart ache a little bit.

It seems that this set of fierce attack is not very good, after that we have to play a little skill.

“But the first practical test is finally completed, let’s look at the rewards first.”

Murphy breathed a sigh of relief, intending to reward himself.

As a result, before he could even look at the character card, cold hairs suddenly fell on his back, startling Murphy to instantly get up.

In the instant he turned back, he heard a loud boom, and one-sixth of the Moorland Village was instantly drowned by the rising flames amidst the bursting sound.

This.
What the hell is this situation again?

(End of chapter)