Murphy had to admit that he did underestimate his adorable little players.

After listening to Lumina's description of her thoughts, he, an orthodox vampire, stood in the forest and was stunned for more than ten seconds before coming back to his senses, and at this time, the eyes that looked at the innocent Lumina had become quite subtle.

He knew that players always liked to do something very abstract, but this... Hey, even in terms of the moral standards of the great evildoers, it seems to be a bit out of line.

However, in terms of the negative moral standard of vampires as a midnight family, it is just right, and this seemingly sunny international student girl is not a natural black belly? Maybe a little sickly?

Is it so ruthless?

Murphy hesitated for a few seconds, then made up his mind.

"Your suggestion is a bit risky, and I need to think about it carefully."

Murphy spoke to Lumina with the poise of an NPC, and then took out the weapons and armor from the psionic bag around his waist and gave them to the young players to try on and familiarize them with the weapons' performance.

These also include some alchemical bombs captured from the witch hunters and the powerful but heavy Auto-Hunting Crossbow.

"It's all cold weapons!"

More than 20 minutes later, Brother Wu Meow and his group walked back surrounded by professionals.

He had already written and drawn a lot of parameters in the notebook provided by Murphy in his hand, and he had found a good terrain in the forest for an ambush, but when he came back, he suddenly felt a little nervous when he saw his own weapons and armor.

"I'm not familiar with cold weapon combat."

Happy Stick grabbed a vampire-style swift sword and waved it in his hand, and said to Brother Meow with some numb claws:

"But I know a few guys who play combat team battles, and their skills are quite good, and the big windmill sword technique is called an authentic..."

"Let's talk about this later, you just say these things are okay?"

Brother Meow waited to hear the results, while Happy Stick checked the current equipment, and finally saw the automatic hunting crossbow, and his eyes lit up when he finally saw the automatic hunting crossbow.

He quickly stepped forward and fiddled with it a few times, and after hearing about the rapid-fire performance of this thing from Niu Niu, he thought for a moment, slapped his thigh and said:

"Put this thing in the wagon! Get a simple armored car out as a firepower platform, girl over there! I heard Meow say you're good marksman, right? Then you should be a sniper.

I can also make a cameo appearance in the professional remote, and let's use these black bombs to do some land mines or something. ”

Happy Stick sat down there with a golden knife, raised his hand, and said:

"If we start tomorrow, then we have to start digging fortifications from now on, there are soldiers with guns on the other side, and even World War I-level firepower will require a few foxholes.

If you can, dig a denial trench! The other party is sending military supplies, and it will definitely not be carried by shoulder, since there are vehicles, then the denial trench is very useful.

The road in the woods over there was deserted, and they had only one way to go.

It's a pity that the gunpowder is not enough, otherwise you can make a few conscienceless cannons or something..."

"The more you talk about this, the more you will be punished."

Brother Meow rolled his eyes, but then he immediately reported to Murphy, and when he heard that the players planned to stay up all night working here to do the work, Murphy was stunned for a moment.

He didn't mind if the players stayed here as free laborers, anyway, the matter of his blood servants had already been reported to Miss Femis.

He was just surprised that the little players were actually more energetic than him in this matter?

But when I think about it, people won't really die, and the right to be a military game is much cooler than my own situation.

"Yes!"

Murphy nodded and said:

"I'll get you some tools to do what you have to do."

With that, he exited the grove and left the rest to his young players, and he himself returned to the carriage where he was with Maxim, and called Miriam into the carriage.

"I have a task for you."

Murphy took a deep breath and whispered to Miriam:

"I'll go and distract Miss Femis's minions in a moment, and you take the opportunity to go to the carriage where the witch hunters are being held, who have been tortured and tortured by vampires for the past two nights, but they should still be sober."

"What are you going to do?"

Miriam looked horrified.

She had already realized that something was wrong, but Murphy didn't give her a chance to refuse, and the words that followed were passed on to Miriam's ears with onomatopoeia skills.

The girl's eyes widened the more she listened, and when she heard the last, she was too frightened to cover her ears and scream:

"You're crazy! If they knew about it, we would..."

"So don't let them know! Rest assured, that's what we vampires do, and even if it gets out, other vampires will only praise me for being vicious enough, and I'll take it as a compliment and laugh at it.

The problem is that you have to act now. ”

Murphy reached out and covered Miriam's mouth and said to her:

"Don't be afraid, at noon, when the sun is at its hottest, even a vampire like Miss Femiss must lie dormant in a coffin. As long as you're not stupid enough to lift their coffin boards, no one will jump out and hurt you.

All you have to do is spread the word!

Think about it.

Even if the witch hunter captives don't agree to cooperate, they won't betray you! Even if they did, the vampires would only see it as a sinister discord.

Tomorrow will be in action!

If they don't take advantage of this last opportunity, they will be greeted by a return to Cadman City.

Their wills are useless in the face of psionic torturers' methods, and those secrets will eventually be unearthed to bring death and destruction to their companions.

Trust me, Miriam, it's an opportunity for all of us!

I promise you that after tomorrow you will be free, no matter what the outcome of your actions will be! When you return to Cadman City, I will personally put you on the caravan bound for Port Chardo.

Swear in the name of my honorable lady Trissy! ”

Miriam stared at Murphy, and after nearly a minute of silence, she gritted her teeth and asked:

"Why are you doing this? They are your countrymen! You're pushing them into a fire pit. ”

"They aren't."

Murphy closed his eyes slightly, waved his hands and said:

"I put a smile on their faces, and they sneered at me, didn't you hear what they called me these two nights? Rats in the mud pit, Cadman City waste!

I am mild, but not yet tolerant enough to pretend not to have heard all this, and I am not going to commit my fate to the mercy that the eldest lady may or may not have.

There is only one of my compatriots in the night!

She's still waiting for me to go back at the Cadman City estate.

If I die, Tracey must be lonely and sad, and are the vampires so nice to you? Miriam, why think about their future? ”

"Why don't you let Maxim go?"

Miriam crossed her arms a little frightened and said:

"He's more loyal, and you should trust him more."

"Maxim is loyal but stupid, and you, you have the wisdom in your brain to convince those prisoners."

In the dimly lit carriage, Murphy put his hand on Miriam's trembling shoulder, and he whispered:

"I never asked, and you have a tacit understanding of never mentioning it, but you and I both know that you have something in your hand that can help those witch hunters escape."

"You're responsible for getting me safely to the port of Chardo when it's all over! And give me a worry-free reward for the rest of my life! ”

Miriam bit her lips, but she finally made up her mind, raised her head and grabbed Murphy's collar and scolded:

"I'll never come back to the hell of Transncia in my life, and that's what you owe me, Murphy! You heard me clearly. You owe me a great favor! ”

"Yes, I promise to pay it back, and do everything I can to benefit you for the rest of your life."

Murphy grinned, took out his worn-out pocket watch, looked at the time, and said:

"There is still an hour before the sun is at its strongest, and the senses of the vampires will be weakened to the extreme, and I will let Maxim answer you."

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"Lady Adele, my blood servants have assembled in the woods and begun digging for Miss Phimes' operations for tomorrow."

Thirty minutes later, Murphy, wrapped in a cloak and covering himself tightly but still wilted by the sun, came to the side of Miss Femis's blood servant, and said to the mature lady in front of her, who was wearing a butler's uniform with an indifferent face but at least an E:

"But they need tools and manpower, so I'm going to bring all the human minions in your convoy along with me to help."

"This is not in order, Lord Murphy."

Lady Adele, who was resting by the carriage, glanced at Murphy, her black and white eyes full of scrutiny and vigilance.

She's been watching Murphy for the past two days.

But the more she looked at it, the more she realized that this guy was different from every vampire she had ever seen, and if it weren't for the fact that Murphy was really a Blood, Lady Adele would have thought it was a real cunning human.

Seeing that Lady Adele refused, Murphy didn't talk nonsense with her.

Turning around, he opened the door of the big black carriage where Miss Miffus was, and reached out and knocked on the small walnut coffin of the eldest lady who was resting.

This move startled Mrs. Adele,

Unable to maintain her cold, ladylike demeanor, she jumped up and grabbed Murphy's wrist and glared at him.

"Look, either you send someone to help! Either I call the eldest lady to get up and talk to me about this at this unseemly time. ”

Murphy shook off the hidden butler's hand.

Just that precise movement just now made him judge that the strength of this housekeeper was definitely above his own, even more powerful than some of the vampires in the team.

This may be a human assassin or wanderer of the Black Iron Rank, but Murphy is not afraid of her, because the two are not in the same position.

He straightened his collar, pointed to Lady Adele's delicate nose, and said:

"I'm a member of the Vulture Clan, and even if the eldest lady wants to punish me, I'll have to wait until I get back to Cadman City, but for a steward who has disgraced his master, perhaps the filthy swamp mud is a better match for your servant dress."

"With all due respect, you're doing something dangerous, Lord Murphy."

Lady Adele's tone was even colder.

She could sense that Murphy was deliberately provoking her, but she didn't know why this weak vampire was doing this, was it really just for some tools?

"But I'm about to lose interest in continuing to talk to you, big-chested human!"

Murphy's mouth poked out blood-sucking canine teeth, and he said to the butler in front of him in a gloomy tone:

"Trouble recognizing your identity! You wagging tail and begging! ”

This sentence completely made Lady Adele's face look ugly.

Her hand was already on the handcuff that was fastened to her leg under her long skirt, but after a few seconds, the loyal butler took a deep breath to calm herself.

She realizes that she is being led by Murphy, and that now is clearly not the right time for infighting.

She took a step back and pulled out a silver handbell, glanced at Murphy with a chill on her face, and then shook the bell to gather the human servants of the convoy.

This little chaos perfectly blocked out the movement in the carriage behind the convoy.

Maxim was guarding the car with his mask on, he couldn't see his expression but he knew he was nervous when he listened to his breathing, he didn't know what Master Murphy was going to do, but he knew that it was time to test his loyalty!

In the car, Miriam was carefully bypassing the two coffins in the large carriage.

She kneeled close to Natalie, the huntress bound in the carriage by a horrific and vicious torture device, whose bloodied face was clearly suffering inhumanely, but she struggled to open her left eye as Miriam reached out to touch her cheek.

His right eye was blurred with beaten flesh.

"Shh

Miriam silenced Natalie in the dark, and she carefully glanced at the coffin beside her, lest the vampire torturer inside suddenly jump out.

Then she took out a piece of paper in her arms and unfolded it in front of Natalie's eyes, activating the very ordinary-looking metal bracelet on her wrist, causing it to light up and illuminate the handwriting on the paper.

The bloodied face of the huntress was blank at first, but her eyes widened when she could read the handwriting on the paper.

Miriam didn't stay long either.

She would come over just to say hello, and after seeing Natalie nod at her, she wrote another sentence on a piece of paper and placed it in front of the huntress's eyes.

"The raid is tomorrow night, target the Plantagenet convoy! Survive tonight, and I'll come back tomorrow to release you. ”

After she left, Natalie glanced at her three companions in the dimly lit carriage, all of whom had been tortured to the point of being inhuman.

Blood servants cannot be trusted!

She was sure that it must be the vampire named Murphy who was doing something in the shadows.

However, the vampire's infighting has nothing to do with them as witch hunters, and if this battle can cause the gathered midnight hunters to suffer a big loss, then the witch hunters are willing to be used as guns.

Her team members are dead, so the vampires have to die!

That's fair enough.

"Bang"

With all her might, the huntress kicked over the blood-stained bucket at her feet.

Let the blood splatter obscure Miriam's remaining breath, and then she closed her eyes and allowed herself to take a break in meditation to gather some strength.

Tomorrow night...

Tomorrow night, last stand!

PS: Follow-up seems to be in jeopardy, brothers, please follow-up, this is really important for the new book!