By noon, there was a dead silence on the convoy that had left the village of Morland and was heading for the filthy swamp.

The thirty or so Midnight Hunters gathered by Miss Femiss would fall into a wonderful sleep in the luxurious coffins scattered among the ten cars.

For these orthodox vampires, it's a no-go to the outside world when it's a damn clear sky.

Sunlight can burn their overly "delicate" skin, and while their resistance to sunlight increases as they grow in strength, it is a tradition to hate light, and the more noble the bloodline, the more so.

This is a spectacle.

In the whole team of carriages and horses, only the blood servants who drove the carriage were active, and it was clear that the elite power of the vampires was dominated by a group of humans, and among them was a strange person hiding in the last carriage holding a codex and studying seriously.

Murphy's stubborn human habits keep him energized during the day, and it also allows him to take advantage of the perfect opportunity to gather players for a convention in the open, without being noticed by his fellow vampires.

"Stop, eat and rest, and go in an hour."

The blood servant of the eldest lady who drove at the front, a mature woman dressed in an elegant butler uniform and holding a black umbrella, with an indifferent face but a rather hot body, gave orders to the drivers who were driving, and the entire convoy stopped in a wilderness.

The unapproachable lady was named Adele, and the Blood Servants honored her as Lady Adele.

It is said that she is the only personal blood servant of the eldest lady Phimes to date, and her most trusted human "friend", and is currently in charge of the logistics of the entire convoy.

Miriam and Maxim are sent by Murphy to eat a large pot of rice, while he himself sneaks out of the convoy with his hood wrapped around his body and summons the players in a forest.

It's a pity that since Murphy is still a rookie, the dark spiritual energy in his body is not enough to summon all the little players at once, and he has two batches of summons.

The young players gathered around Murphy obediently, they had heard about "hidden favorability" in the game group, so they now looked at Murphy as a mainline NPC even more eagerly.

Being stared at by a group of men "affectionately" made Murphy a little too uncomfortable.

Scald!

These guys are too realistic, right?

"Ahem, before we have a formal conversation, I'm going to fulfill my promise."

Maintaining his graceful demeanor as a Bloodliner, Murphy took out a folded scarlet cloak from his fur psionic bag under the gaze of the players, and then tied it to the shoulders of the "favorable" Precipitated Cow.

This luxurious cloak is of a superb texture, wrapped around Niu Niu's tall body and fastened with delicate buckles at the neckline, and the most stylish thing is that it has a collar embroidered with gold thread.

After Niu Niu put it on, he felt like an anime fantasy villain, which suddenly made him the most beautiful boy in the crowd, and Murphy also had a blood-colored Midnight Hunter mask in his hand.

Crafted from metal, it is evident and this cape is a set of aesthetic styles that can be fastened to a raised collar and protect the throat.

This should be a very cool pendant, but Niu Niu is just a rookie player now, and he is very down-and-out with a "novice boxer" on his body.

It doesn't match this luxurious cloak at all.

If you have to describe it, it's like a hip-hop black buddy who bought zero yuan and grabbed an evening dress, full of all kinds of slots, and a good midnight aristocratic style cloak was worn by him like a black bear essence who stole the robe, which profoundly interprets the perfect interpretation of the word "Mu Monkey and Crown".

The eyes of the spicy coo chicken next to him widened, and he exclaimed:

"Damn, this look is the local tyrant fashion with a minimum of +8 VIP, which is given? Is this Alpha finally figured it out and installed a recharge window in the game? ”

Murphy glanced at him, and replied with the poise of an NPC:

"I don't understand what you're saying, Warrior, maybe it's a compliment from another world, well, I'll take it as a compliment.

This cloak is the reward I have earned for you from the cunning and indifferent Miss Femis, and although it is only a decorative item, possession of it means that you are officially protected by the Bloodvulture Clan.

Every one of you has it!

There are also those warriors who have not yet recovered.

But you don't have your own psionic bag now, so I'll keep it for you. ”

These words made Brother Meow blink, and he whispered to a few little players beside him:

"It's 'fashion', right? And how do you look at it, it should be the 'closed beta reward' that the administrator said before? ”

"Definitely."

Ah Ru looked at Niu Niu smugly waving his cloak and was quite hot, he stared at the low-key set of elder armor on Murphy's body, and said excitedly:

"I guess it's probably still a set, and we'll be able to get it together after we get the preliminary testing."

"The estimated attributes of the equipment for novices are average."

The old electronic succubus song next to Brother Meow also whispered:

"But if there is a transmogrification system in this game in the future, then we will be awesome, this is an out-of-print thing, and it will definitely be popular to wear it out and stand on the street."

Murphy secretly watched as the little players tugged at Niu Niu's cloak, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

Heck, it's so easy to satisfy your cute little players.

Lo and behold, they don't even want money! A set of clothes can be used, which is really a good quality, definitely worth carrying forward, and it fully proves that I really understand the preferences of young players.

The previous move to ask Miss Feimis for a cloak and a dress was done right.

Each high-ranking vampire has at least one cabinet of ritualistic clothing, and a penchant for extravagance is a common habit of all vampires.

Don't look at Tracey, who has been down for more than a hundred years, and now she has several good clothes that can only be worn on formal occasions, and she doesn't even let Murphy wash her for fear of breaking it.

For Miss Femis, these "fashions" are just a gesture, but for Murphy, they can be his "carrots" to motivate his little players.

However, this kind of trick can be played once in a while, and the players are realistic after all.

Their quest for strength never ends, so they have to find a way to stock up on a batch of awesome equipment as a real quest reward.

"Alright, my warriors, it's time to get down to business."

Murphy stretched out his hand and pressed down slightly, and the players fell silent as their main NPC gave them a summary of what to do next.

However, Murphy's content for this operation was limited to what Miss Philimis had told him.

He didn't know much about the cargo the enemy was transporting, or the number and size of the enemy, but the eldest lady didn't seem to intend to use more family power to explain the problem all the way.

The enemy can be tricky.

But they shouldn't be so numerous as a real army! Otherwise, there would be no need to go through the smuggling route that has been abandoned for many years.

The filthy swamp bordering the periphery of the treacherous dark mountains was not a good place, and it would be difficult for a large group of men to get out of it, so Murphy guessed that the size of the convoy should be between 100-200.

"Day, this is the rhythm of using us as cannon fodder!"

One of Brother Woo Meow's good friends, Brother Black Silk with the ID "Black Silk under the Keyboard" scolded and said:

"Even if we add our three NPCs, our team is only 18 people, what is the difference between intercepting a transport team of 200 people and sending them to death? Witch hunters are so difficult, wouldn't the official army kill us like chickens? It's not like other games that can be resurrected in a short period of time!

The 3-day resurrection time was too hard. ”

The expressions of the other little players are not very good-looking, and even the sixth brother of the dormitory, who has the least social experience here, can understand the sinister and difficult nature of this task.

"Ahem, let me explain, my warriors, that witch hunters are not as weak as you think."

Murphy whispered to them the basics of the world, explaining:

"Although the witch hunters of the Old Religion are at a disadvantage in front of the vampire warriors, they have also stepped into the realm of extraordinary power, these guys are the demon hunters selected by the elders of the Old Religion in various places since childhood, and cultivated using various natural secret techniques, their vitality and destructive power are far beyond that of ordinary soldiers.

But even the most elite veterans of the Plantagenet Kingdom are still in the realm of normal humans, I mean, the gap between you and the veterans is definitely much smaller than the gap between you and the witch hunters. ”

"No wonder!"

Hearing this, Lumina Yang Clapped her hands and suddenly said:

"I'll just say that something was wrong with the witch hunter yesterday, and that it was unscientific to be hit by a lead bullet from a smoothbore gun of that caliber at that distance.

If this were a normal person, a single shot would break even the bones. ”

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Brother Heisi waved his hand and said:

"Brother Wu Meow and I stabbed it hard with a dung fork for a few minutes, and we didn't kill the one-armed old man, so I said that this blood bar was a bit thick to the point of being excessive, and it turned out to be a 'spiritual transformation person' after a long time."

"But don't rejoice too soon."

Murphy poured another scoop of cold water at the right time, and he narrowed his eyes and said:

"The Plantagenet Kingdom's escort soldiers are easy to deal with, but that powerful human nation has more than just soldiers, their official psionic organization 'Tower of the Ring' has the largest number of psionic divisions on the continent.

If this escort mission is really as important as Miss Phimes said, there will inevitably be psychic masters.

And just as the Vulture Clan helped the Portia Confederacy fend off the Plantagenet, there is another vampire force active on the enemy's side.

The clan of those bastards is called 'Wolf Poison'.

They are the lowliest, most violent, and most unruly bastards in the entire vampire society, and they are not as capable of soaring through the skies as the Vultures, but they are extremely skilled in melee combat and can summon astral wolves in battle.

I've heard that their patriarch, Edward, has a secret agreement with General Loren, the front-line commander of the Plantagenet Kingdom, and that the Wolf Venom Clan is the best scout and assassin under his command.

So I have good reason to think that we might be confronted with the wolf mobs. ”

Murphy paused, he looked at the little players around him, and said in an accentuated tone:

"So we can't outwit our enemies, we can only outwit them!

I reiterate to you, my warriors, that while your otherworldly spirits will not truly die in this world, I will not use you as cannon fodder to be sacrificed.

I will not stake the future of all of us for the selfish interests of the Blood Vulture Clan.

They don't deserve it!

I have seen your courage and strength, and now I need your wisdom to brainstorm a tactic that will minimize our losses.

Are there any professional soldiers among you? Or an experienced commander? ”

"No, sir."

Brother Meow pretended to salute, obviously taking the opportunity to brush up on his favorability, he stepped forward and whispered to Murphy in a mysterious way:

"But I have a professional friend in my hometown, and he has a certain military literacy, maybe I can ask him for a strategy."

"We have it too."

Pigeon Bao and Ah Ru glanced at each other, and they all stepped forward and said:

"I also have classmates who go to military school, so I can also ask, my lord, leave this matter to us. We will definitely be able to come up with a suitable plan before the action begins. ”

"Good!"

Murphy nodded in satisfaction.

He actually has his own plans, but since he is playing a game, he has to take care of the gaming experience of the little players, and anyway, there are still two days before he reaches the filthy swamp, so he decides to let the little players do it.

I can also participate in this matter in real time in another capacity on the forum, and they will come up with an action plan and they will implement it.

In this way, as long as you can win, the fifth ring of your difficult novice guidance task can also be successfully completed.

"Then you can go back and prepare, my warriors."

Murphy waved his hand and said:

"I've got the best armor and weapons for you, I'll take care of the logistics, let me see your fire of wisdom! In the name of the big plan, we must complete this challenge! ”

"For the big plan!"

The ten young players waved their hands and shouted in unison, then re-agreed with Murphy and disappeared in front of him in the dismissal summons.

Murphy bent down to put away the scarlet cloak that had fallen from Niu Niu's body, and he walked back to his carriage humming a song behind his back, but suddenly stopped on the way.

Murphy felt as if he was being watched, but he couldn't find anyone when he looked left and right, and repeatedly recalled the time when this feeling appeared, and after confirming that the watcher should not have seen the player's appearance and disappearance, he stopped paying attention to the brisk walk back to the carriage.

It's a convoy of vampires and blood servants, and if you don't have the eyes of the eldest lady, you'll be in for a treat.

Murphy has always been 200% wary of these kinds.

And after Murphy returned to the carriage, his expression was cold but his figure ... Well, Lady Adele, who had at least the chance of D reaching E, quietly appeared in a shadow at the edge of the woods.

It happens to be near where Murphy used to meet with the player.

The human stalker, who seemed to be in the middle of his charm maturity, looked left and right quite professionally, trying to find traces, but the cunning Murphy had already wiped out all traces of the place with a psionic blast before leaving, and no matter how professional the detective was, he couldn't find anything useful.

The lady frowned, and decided to write down the discovery in her own codex and report it to Miss Feimis to-night.

Murphy, a seemingly ordinary person on the fringes of the family who doesn't pose much of a threat, may have a problem, and her eldest lady must be vigilant because of this, although with the peculiar personality of the eldest lady, she probably won't care about these things.