Even though dawn is approaching and the environment is about to enter a day that is severely degrading to vampires, it is still the darkest hour of the day, and the blessing of the night makes Murphy's senses far greater than usual.

Upon hearing the gunshots, he and Maxim rushed to the scene of the incident, and as they got closer, the acumen of the otherworldly creature allowed him to catch the slight noise beneath a corpse-crushed cellar ahead.

There are people hiding there!

Still a woman!

Murphy smelled a faint smell of perfume in the blood-filled village, not strong but making him squint, and rested his left hand on the hilt of the scarlet caged hand stabbing sword at his waist.

The weapons used by Mother Triss are filled with the artistic germs of the Bloodborn, and the cage-shaped gauntlets are carved with delicate vulture motifs.

This is a symbol of the Blood Vulture as one of the seven major clans of vampires.

Its name is "Blade of the Desire Race", and "Desire" is the original sin of the Blood Vulture Clan.

This is a rather peculiar concept in the traditional culture of vampires, and each of the seven clans has a corresponding original sin to indicate their status as "eternal sins".

"Bang"

Murphy arrives and hears gunshots again.

The gunfire was muffled, and the sawdust flew from the cellar, and the three little players were already hiding next to it and shouting loudly.

"Hey, isn't this a fantasy background game? How could there be such an outrageous thing as a gun? ”

The big pigeon in the lead covered his head, his forehead was bleeding, it seemed that he was almost shot by a bullet just now, this guy's luck is really good, the bullet can be dodged.

"You ask me, who do I ask? It's also the first time I've played such an exciting game, it's like jumping from a wizard to a big cousin all at once! I was fighting with the witch hunter just now, and it turned out that I was going to play American-style Iai. ”

Ah Ru hid on the other side of the cellar and spit out a groove fiercely, and the coo chicken had just regained his sight, and he was about to go inside with a half-sword in his hand, but he was held back by Ah Ru.

The other party has a gun, and you can't do it hard!

Gotta outwit.

"My ignorant warriors, do you think of our world as a place ruled by a group of primitives?"

Murphy walked over and signaled his rookie players to not panic, and he pushed the corpse pressed against the cellar away, and explained to the three rookies:

"Brass dwarves have been documented using firearms as early as 400 A.D. when they built the first brick for brass forts, and the kingdom of Sealand, to which these witch hunters belonged, had fully introduced dwarven weapons when it began its military reform in 1040, and 40 years of reform allowed that country to grow steel fangs, and it took only one year to annex another country to form the current Plantagenet Kingdom.

I would say that the world is much more complicated than you see.

Be humble. ”

"How many years is it?"

The sixth brother in the dormitory, Guili, who was the best student and had the best grades, couldn't help but ask, Murphy glanced at him and said:

"It is now the tenth year of the Ten Years' War, August 1111, but the study of history will come later... Hush. ”

He made a silent motion, and then stood at the side, stretched out his hand, pressed the door of the cellar, and said in a long voice:

"Girl, did you come out on your own? Or am I going to pull you out? ”

The voice, weakened and hoarse from the poisoned blood, seemed to take on a different kind of evil at this moment, like a vicious cat about to catch the poor mouse and torture it.

But the next second, Murphy keenly heard the sound of bullets being loaded from beneath the cellar, which made the hapless vampire take two steps back.

"Bang"

There was a muffled thud, and the door of the cellar was once again flying with sawdust from the scorching copper bullets, and the screams of panic and anger belonging to women in the darkness.

It was clear that she hated vampires to the extreme.

Murphy didn't step forward immediately, waiting for the other party to take several seconds to load the bullet, and after confirming the reload time, he continued to bang on the cellar door and tricked the other party into taking a break before rushing in.

Jumping into the darkness through the tattered door of the cellar, the woman in front of him who kept retreating in the darkness also brought a point of light like infrared perspective in Murphy's eyes.

This woman's blood must have been clean.

This made the vampire feel a wave of hunger.

He licked his lips and walked up, without even drawing his sword, he waved away the heavy shotgun the woman was holding, grabbed her by the neck and pressed her reflexively against the cellar wall.

In the dust, the power of the transcendent creature was unmistakable at this moment.

Although it is a bit difficult to deal with a witch hunter, it is as easy and simple as chopping melons and vegetables to bully ordinary people, and the trajectory of Murphy's rapid movement in the dark alone is not something that this girl can capture.

In the face of such speed, guns and bullets cannot protect themselves at all, even in the hands of ordinary people.

"Ahh

The young girl who was choked by Murphy's neck screamed.

Her face was covered in black ash and her dress was tattered, and Murphy glanced around to find a witch hunter's corpse in the cellar.

The latter's trousers had faded to the crook of his legs, and he had a dagger stuck in his chest, and half of his head had been shattered.

Well, it seems that something happened here before they arrived, so it's no wonder that only five of the six witch hunters in the squad have appeared.

It turned out that the last one was looking for a flower girl here, but the car overturned.

The smell of blood in the cellar stimulated Murphy's eyes to glow reddish, and he felt the struggle of the girl in his hand, and he seemed to be able to see the hot blood flowing in the veins under the girl's white skin with the naked eye, which made the canine teeth in Murphy's mouth begin to move.

His weak body thirsted for blood.

But when he noticed that the three young players were still watching, Murphy immediately came back to his senses and threw her out with a wave of his hand, and the latter rushed out of the cellar in fright, only to be caught by the three "warriors" who were blocking the outside.

"Smack"

A light slap to his face amid a shrill scream outside the cellar made the bloodthirsty desire subside, and Murphy crouched down in the darkness to pick up the shotgun and search for a usable ammo pouch on the witch hunter's corpse.

"You're not a monster! Murphy! ”

Murphy admonished himself in the darkness in his own heart:

"If you suck the blood of such innocents, you can't turn back, and I guess you don't want to see a 25-person wasteland group smash the door in the future... Well? ”

In the midst of self-persuasion, he reached out and came across something in the pockets of the dead witch hunter.

The blood-stained scroll spread out in front of his eyes, and a handsome portrait of him was printed on it, with specific information marked underneath, and the few bright words made Murphy frown.

Important target, kill or not?

"!"

This portrait made Murphy realize the seriousness of the problem.

Although he knew that he was sent by the patriarch to be used as bait and cannon fodder, it was one thing for the patriarch to have sinister intentions, and it was another thing for his accurate portrait to fall into the hands of a witch hunter just one day after he left the city.

Regardless of the unpredictable psionic means, if you calculate it according to the time, it is basically equivalent to Murphy before he set off, these witch hunters already know his identity, specific information and specific distance!

Otherwise, it is impossible to explain that they will come to the village of Morland in advance to set up an ambush.

It's not Murphy's bad luck tonight, it's a fucking trap set for him! If it weren't for the heroic rescue of the little player, his life would have been confessed here!

There is a traitor in the Blood Vulture Clan!

And he is also a traitor who can directly get the content of the orders ordered by the patriarch.

"No wonder Triss told me to run quickly, this blood vulture clan seems to have a great advantage in its own territory on the surface, but in fact it is about to be infiltrated into a sieve, this is still a hair!"

A wave of anger welled up in Murphy's heart,

He walked out of the cellar with a cold face suppressing his anger, first arranged for the three players to continue the search for something valuable in the village, and then gestured to Maxim, who had tied the strange girl with a rope.

The duo and a "spare blood pack" entered a house that had not yet collapsed.

The flames on the other side of the village have weakened, and it is estimated that they will be extinguished in a few dozen minutes, but no one cares about the fire anymore, not even the little players.

Murphy handed the witch hunter scroll with his portrait to Maxim, who took it in his hand and looked at it with wide eyes, and exclaimed:

"Is there really a traitor in the clan? unimaginable. ”

Maxim's words made Murphy roll his eyes.

Hey, big brother, you haven't gone through the first embrace ceremony and are still a human now, why is this "clan" with your mouth closed, more loyal than me, a genuine blood vulture?

"Now the situation has changed subtly, Maxim."

Murphy sat on the lame chair, rubbing his forehead and thinking about the current situation, trying to come up with a solution using his social experience of more than ten years.

He said to the nervous Maxim:

"Witch hunters, bastards trained by the old religion have always been known for their ferocity and precision hunting, and they have smelled me and will not give up until they bite my throat. I'd fall into their hands if I ran now, and maybe even the witch hunters around me were already approaching this way. ”

His white fingers tapped lightly on the ash-covered table, and the messy information in his mind was constantly smoothed out as he thought,

It's like a database transfer, pulling key information out of the mix.

This kind of thing is not difficult for Murphy, a professional software testing engineer, in the past he has been used to peeling back the layers of architecture to find those hidden magical bugs, and after the inexplicable crossing, he is glad that this good habit has also been brought to another world.

Murphy pondered for a moment and made up his mind, and said to the vampire servants who were staring at him:

"It's almost dawn, and I'm too weak to travel during the day, but the witch hunters are menacing, and the only way now is for you to take this Patriarch's secret letter to the predetermined location, and give it to the Midnight Hunters instead of me, and have them send someone to support me.

My portrait is in the hands of the witch hunters, and their first target is me, so I can't go.

You take the trail first in the direction of East Pruos, and make a large circle through the Under Armour Hills from the northwest, so that it is far but safe enough that you should not be hindered.

But you have to be fast enough.

There are horses left behind by witch hunters in the village, so let's hit the road at once. ”

"This..."

Maxim's face was full of hesitation.

He's not stupid.

After seeing Murphy's portrait being carried by the witch hunter, he realized that there was a high probability of staying in this dead end, and he was ready to be dropped as bait, but he didn't expect Murphy to come directly to a wave of polar reversal.

This made Maxim's face full of consternation.

The thought in his mind at this time was: Lord Murphy, are you the legendary vampire saint? Actually used himself as a bait to cover a lowly blood servant?

"Nope! My lord. ”

The albinistic blood servant immediately shook his head, and he said:

"You should leave first, I'll stay here to block..."

"Don't be stupid!"

Murphy scolded:

"You've seen the viciousness of the witch hunters with your own eyes, these guys are tricky! You can't delay staying here at all. If you're truly loyal to the Blood Vulture, you should know to follow my orders to keep us all alive! ”

He threw the shotgun he had retrieved from the cellar with the ammunition bag to Maxim.

It resembles a classic Old Winchester, but with an overall heavy exotic feel, with the delicate pattern on the body and the short axe blade attached to the muzzle suggesting that this is a dwarven rifle, a powerful firearm made from the arsenal of brass dwarves of the Genoa Peninsula.

This thing is synonymous with deterrence in what is now Translasia.

Even a vampire more powerful than Murphy can hurt for a long time after a single shot, and a special bullet in the heart can even make them faint temporarily.

"Take it! Set off at once, my life is in your hands. ”

Murphy shoved the Psionic Chief's Secret Order into Maxim's hand, and he got up and patted the shoulder of the other man's blood servant and said to him:

"Maxim, you have proven your loyalty, and now I need you to use your wisdom and courage. Although you are the blood servant of Lord Jed, I now assure you by the Night surname of the Blood Vulture Clan Lesenbra that if we can all survive, then I will do the first hug for you.

If you're willing, I'll take care of the relationship on Master Jed's side. ”

Hearing this, Maxim's eyes immediately lit up.

He is a true vampire worshipper, and has been serving the Vulture Clan since he was a child, which makes him a real vampire the biggest goal of his career plan, but he knows his situation, and if Lord Jade really values him, he will not send him on this mission to the death.

Therefore, at the moment, Murphy gave this condition that he couldn't refuse at all, even if Murphy's eldest was the famous "Waste King" Ms. Trace, but so what?

No matter how weak a vampire is, he is still a vampire!

For these "essence blood", as long as they have that status, it is equivalent to victory, and as for the status in the family, it is something that needs to be considered later.

"I'll go at once, my lord."

Maxim picked up the gun, placed the Patriarch's Secret Order in his close-fitting position, gave Murphy a bloody vulture salute, and strode out.

After Murphy watched the loyal guy leave, he settled the tasks for the three village players and "kicked them offline" to announce the end of the test.

It was only in the village where he and a human captive were left to recalculate.

The witch hunters may soon come back and continue to regroup in the ruins of Morlan Village, with three young players who fought for the first time and four "lost" young players under their command, thanks to the "gifts" of the witch hunters, he is not short of weapons and armor, and he is not without the power to fight.

I also happened to take the opportunity to complete the fourth beginner bootstrapping task.

He sat down in a lame chair and reopened the forum, intending to chat with his players, on the one hand, to make up better lies based on their feedback...

Uh, no, better test protocol.

On the other hand, he also has a lot of doubts that need to be answered from players, such as the most important one, how did his young players enter the game?

Is it really a keyboard and mouse operation?

Just look at their flexible skills in the "game", you can see that this thing is probably still boring.