The daytime sun is always annoying, and vampires can easily get tired in this "full exposure" situation, and by the middle of the day, when the sun is at its hottest, Murphy has already hid in the house and fallen into a light sleep.

"Ding Dong"

The sound of the forum woke Murphy from his sleepless state, and he glanced at the forum to see that there was already new news in the application area.

The new test application link has just been released, and there are leeks coming to the door?

Is it so self-conscious?

Murphy clicked on the application and saw that the applicant's ID was "precipitating Niu Niu is not afraid of difficulties", and there was a mark [Sports Student] at the back, which directly gave Murphy a whole day.

At first glance, it is a friend specially brought by Ah Ruen, one of the six brothers in the dormitory, and that kid has really strong execution, and he deserves to be a good student.

He glanced at the answer to the other party's application questionnaire, and preliminarily determined that this was an innocent college student who didn't have much social experience like the six brothers in the dormitory, so he gave it.

Murphy's old fritters like this kind of innocent teenager, and the difficulty of coaxing them to do things is too simple.

However, there is other information in the application area, those strange IDs made Murphy eye-opening and felt the weirdness of the world, what are the names of these sand sculpture netizens?

[Black silk under the keyboard] This is not too abstract, and the remaining few make Murphy simply unsightly.

[Three or five more buckets], [The first day of the ring], [Electronic Succubus Old Song]...

The main thing is an abstraction.

It's too abstract!

The introducer column at the end of the application questionnaire of these guys has the ID of Brother Woo Meow, and it is likely that he is a friend in reality.

is worthy of being a coquettish man who loves to wash his feet, and his communication skills are also first-class, and Murphy is really curious about the composition of Brother Meow's circle of friends now.

But one thing to say, these guys' questionnaire results are very good, they are experienced in the game and love role-playing, willing to challenge hardcore, law-abiding, and are simply the perfect little player candidate in Murphy's mind... That's weird!

Such a consistent result must have been filled in under the "careful guidance" of Brother Woo Meow, right?

Murphy has a heart card.

But then I thought that I had absolute control over the player's account, and I could let them ban their accounts at any time, and now I urgently need to be replaced, and the review standards can indeed be appropriately relaxed.

If it is confirmed that these guys are not suitable, they will be pulled into the "cannon fodder group" and asked to carry out the most dangerous missions.

A bad gaming experience will always dissuade these unsuitable guys.

I just don't know how to recover those mysterious game helmets if the player is banned? It's not going to spin 360° in place and then blow itself up, right?

Emmm, there's a good chance it won't explode, right?

Murphy pursed his lips and went through the applications of these four guys, so that the available 12 manpower in his hands was completed, and then he and the "temporary assistant" Miriam were 14 people.

That's enough for a fight!

The premise is that the witch hunter doesn't "refresh" his face now.

According to Murphy's conclusion from the obscene peeping screen in the player base, it also takes time from the successful application to the issuance of the helmet, although the fastest logistics channels are used in various places, but the average calculation also takes about 6-12 hours.

Now that Maxim had set off for more than two hours, factoring in the cost of detours, combined with the inability of vampires to move quickly in the sun on a large scale, Murphy came to a conclusion.

If all goes well, then strong reinforcements will arrive as early as this evening, which means that in the most optimistic scenario, as long as you survive the rest of the day, everything will be fine.

As for himself, will this outcast be abandoned by the vampires?

Murphy wasn't worried about that at all.

He had left a back hand on Maxim's departure, and as long as the faithful Blood Servant lived to deliver the letter, the Midnight Hunters would surely come to his rescue!

"I have done what you asked, and scattered all the weapons and armor that could be used in the few rooms at the entrance of the village that were still intact. Is there anything else I need to do? ”

Miriam, dressed in an old leather armor, walked in with a witch hunter's crossbow on her back, and stood in the doorway to greet Murphy in a tone that wasn't friendly.

Murphy didn't care, he said:

"If the witch hunters come during the day, I won't be able to fight in the sun, so I need you as a bait..."

"You want me to die?"

Miriam's expression changed and she clenched her fists, but Murphy shook her head and said:

"No, just let you help distract them and create a surprise and dispersal conditions for my summons, like how you booby-trapped that witch hunter in the cellar, you're no stranger to that.

Don't be afraid, Miriam.

Their first target is me, and you're perfectly safe until I die. ”

"If that's all there is to it, then I'm willing to help."

Miriam let out a sigh.

Although she doesn't have much affection for her family, this is where she was born and raised after all, and seeing her hometown burned down by a mad witch hunter and even she was almost insulted, made her heart full of fire.

Although the Translancian region is superstitious and closed, the unfriendly environment has created a strong character of the Translancian people, and even women have a fiery temper.

Miriam is also a knowledgeable reservist scholar!

This makes her both fierce and intelligent, one of the toughest of the Transansians.

Seeing that Miriam was willing to help, Murphy immediately told her about his plan, and at last he looked the girl up and down, and said:

"Finally, I need your blood."

"Sure enough!"

The vigilant Miriam instantly took a step back, drew the light crossbow behind her back and aimed it at Murphy, shouting:

"I shouldn't have believed you! Damn vampires! For that little blood, you dogs can sell everything! ”

"Don't get excited, listen to me."

Murphy waved his hand, made a "little" gesture, and said:

"I just need a little bit to refresh my mind and stimulate the recovery of spiritual energy in my body by the way, a bottle is enough. Miss Miriam, you don't want to see me die in front of your eyes, and then you are brutally burned to death by the witch hunters, do you?

You see, I'm negotiating terms with you right now.

But I can actually not talk to you..."

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The hapless people of Morland didn't provoke anyone, but war and destruction still fell on their heads for no reason, and the concept of geography was wiped out by the fire last night, and all that existed was a corpse waiting to decay and be forgotten, attracting vultures chasing the dead flesh.

It was dusk, day and night were about to alternate, and on the path beyond the ruins, a team of witch hunters on warhorses was approaching the village in front of them vigilantly.

Hunters with psionic talents on the team are constantly sprinkling certain powders to insulate them from possible enemy psionic scoutings.

This small tactic is not worth mentioning in front of a true psyker, but it is also the most effective counter-reconnaissance method that witch hunters who have now lost the support of the organization.

"The last vestiges of the Malus squad are there."

A veteran on a war horse lowered his rusty Type 675 monocular.

Designed by the halflings for the warriors of the Church of Avalon in 675 A.D. during the Unification War on Grinny Island, this thing is more than 400 years old, but the classic design never fades with time.

Sadly, the former church of Avalon is now not even mentioned by name, but is simply called the "Old Church", but such a forgetfulness is justified.

The old soldier straightened up in the saddle, took the crossbow hanging from his waist to wind it, and whispered to his companion, who was hooded like the rough men of them, but who was clearly recognizable to be a woman, and who carried a heavy leather bag behind his back:

"They haven't heard back for more than eight hours, it looks like they were planted, and in fact I suspect that the village was burned to the ground like this may have been the hand of Malus himself."

The female witch hunter, who was the leader of the squad, did not answer, and the other one-armed old hunter behind her said coldly:

"Who else but him?

The ten squads that entered the Cadman City safari were the madest and most depraved, and the loss of their devotion to Avalon had consumed their souls.

It is difficult for the innocents who died at the hands of those who have fallen..."

"Shut up! Porter! ”

The old soldier holding the crossbow frowned and scolded:

"The order is so, not many words! Don't mention the god name of Avalon again, it's hard to hear it from the doglegs of the Tower of the Ring. ”

"I'm going to be afraid of them?"

The one-armed old hunter Potter bared his teeth, and his years of hunting had given him a temperament, and he retorted like an aggressive hound:

"I can take out ten bullshit psionics hunters on my own! Phew, imitation of the fakes we have been trained to make. ”

"Then you will be broken down into pieces by ten psychics that dogs won't eat, don't mess with the Tower of the Ring, they are now our 'masters', thanks to their protection, we can live for ten more years."

The lady who was the captain finally spoke.

In a cold and hoarse tone, with a hint of exhaustion, she raised her left hand and waved it gently, and the remaining seven people in the group immediately dispersed into a shock formation.

Holding the huntsman's sword, which was decorated with a strange oak hilt around her waist, the female leader of the huntswoman said to the two squad leaders on the left and right:

"Whatever Malus did to the village, it's safe to assume that he fought the bounty vampire messenger here.

I believe in the combat effectiveness of Malus and his teammates, and the vampire messenger will definitely be seriously injured if he doesn't die, and he must get the letter in his hand!

At all costs.

Norman, what about the movements of other teams in the vicinity? ”

"I contacted once at noon with the Saker, and the squads except us all retreated at the border, and this round of tactical blocking has achieved the goal."

The veteran at the head of the platoon snapped his crossbow into his waist and looked at the dead village in front of him, and even saw the dead carriage at the entrance of the village and the corpses of the blood slaves in the car.

He replied to the huntress:

"After collecting the body of that vampire messenger, we're leaving Transncia, and maybe never coming back. I hate this place and wish it was our last mission here.

However, this village gives me the feeling of... Not so good. ”

"It's dusk, and even if the vampire is still hiding here, he doesn't dare to jump out and face us at this time, and it will be dark in two hours. I don't know what you guys think, but I don't want to hunt down a vampire at night who can kill the madman Marus.

I think it's time to act. ”

The one-armed hunter sneered, and looked at the huntress with his opinion, who hesitated, gestured, and said:

"The second team stayed outside the village to guard, and the first team followed me into the village."

The order was given, and the team members who were still on fire just now immediately became solemn.

The one-armed hunter attached a mechanical, movable fist blade to his severed arm, and moved the rough, bloodstained spiked three-clawed blade to his fingertips, and then dismounted and entered the village with three of his team members behind the hunting leader.

But then the smell of corpses burned by fire and exposed to the sun for a day made these hunters who had seen the real hell on earth all look uplifted.

This scene is by no means ruined by a battle, this is a one-sided slaughter and torture!

"Malus should be glad he's dead!"

The one-armed veteran took a sip and said in a cold voice:

"If he is still alive, I will definitely strangle him with my own hands, and the commander of the war regiment has repeatedly ordered that he should not do such a thing."

"But I've heard that the psionics of the Tower of the Ring are unhappy with the Captain's weak command in enemy territory, and those indifferent ones clearly prefer a madman like Malus."

The team's psionic hunter muttered quietly.

She couldn't bear to look at this scene, so she stepped forward and took out a special medicine bottle and smashed it on the ground.

The cyan points of light mixed with the psionic energy in the air and formed a gust of wind that blew through the village, which soothed the bad smell a little.

"Avalon above, when will this hell of killing end?"

The scout muttered, and under the watchful eye of the other three, she put her crossbow back on her waist and crouched on the ground, touching the earth with her five fingers to use her not-so-great psionic skills, and the next moment, in the emerald green light point beating, her perception spread like a radar to the ground beneath her feet.

In this way, while expanding the investigation into the ruins of the entire village, he said to the female leader who was guarding with a sword beside him:

"There are no living people in the village... Malus's body was in the cellar at the back of the village, his head shattered by his own bullets, and he was not wearing pants... Oh, I can probably guess what he did before he died, what a disgusting beast.

Well?

Wrong!

And the living!

In the house on the left at the end of the village ahead!

It's an ordinary person, a young woman, wounded and bleeding!

She was weak and not threatening. ”

The huntress holding the hunting sword nodded, and she waved her fingers forward.

The veteran with the mechanical claw immediately moved in a two-person formation with a middle-aged man holding a shotgun towards the Scout's directions, while the remaining two remained spotting and on guard.

None of this escaped Murphy's eyes.

The vampire was now hiding in the shadow of the water tower at the top of the other side of the village, cautiously peering at the group of uneasy looking guys.

He shrank his head in the shadows, confirmed that the enemy was divided into three parts, entered the forum, and opened the group:

Alpha: [@所有成员伙计们, ready to go live!] It's time for the test! 】