On the night of August 21, 1111 AD, at the entrance to the filthy swamp on the southern border of the Translancia region.

Sixty Midnight Hunters under the command of Miss Femis, as well as twenty heavily armed Blood Servants, had left the camp and headed for hiding at the edge of the swamp.

Meanwhile, Murphy and his two minions and sixteen young players are ambushing at a predetermined location in the Smuggler's Woodland at the edge of the swamp, hiding in a small trench dug in advance, peering out into the unsettling jungle shrouded in darkness in front of them.

At this moment, even the most heartless little players stopped playing with each other.

The dormitory group of six and the sports student Niu Niu were arranged in the foxhole in front, holding crossbows and hunting crossbows captured from the witch hunters, and various cold weapons around them.

They are the candidates for the first wave of charges.

The six brothers in this dormitory have a lot of opinions, but this tactical arrangement is the result of drawing lots, and no matter how dissatisfied they are, they can only say that they are unlucky.

And on the high branches, Miss Lumina Young, who was chosen as a sniper, has put a grass ring on her head from the war movies she has watched, and is lying on the plank that is erected at the fork of the branch, searching for a target.

She didn't know how to hit a few people in this dark night.

But she knew that this was the gentlemanly demeanor and preferential treatment of the men, after all, the place where she was was was basically the safest position in this tactical arrangement.

"There's no chewing gum to chew..."

In the crooked trench dug up, Brother Meow whispered, but the mud truck next to him handed him a grass stalk, signaling him to hold it in his mouth, which could relieve some tension.

But because of yesterday's accidental eating accident, he almost became the first guy to come out of the wild in the game, which made Brother Wu Meow have a psychological shadow for these wild things.

"Don't worry, I've asked the NPC, it's not toxic, I said, did you run to the toilet urgently after you went offline yesterday? I'm really curious if this mental pain will really be transmitted to the body? ”

The mud cart with grass stems in his mouth smiled, but was punched by the stinky face of Brother Meow, and the mud cart put away his smile, flicked the piece on his head from the leather armor, and said with a whimsical face:

"Listen to our NPC, there is an explorer association organized by halflings on this continent to adventure everywhere, and there are many survival experts among them, all of whom are comparable to wild Bei Ye, and they must be seen if they have plans in the future."

"When will this have to wait?"

As the commander of the operation, the onboard happy stick grabbed the dwarf shotgun and crawled from behind, and complained to Brother Meow:

"We don't even have the slightest means of reconnaissance, so it's too annoying to wait passively, alas, if only I had a flare in my hand."

"What do you want that thing for?"

The forklift man next to the dump truck asked curiously:

"Do you use it as a flare?"

"!"

The happy stick made a shooting motion in the sky, and said with a grim expression:

"Shoot that thing out over the 'friendly' position, we don't have to wait here haha, this preparation is still too hasty, we have to seize the initiative in the future!"

Really, you can't always be so passive in war.

Look at what a good virtual reality this is, what a good war background board, if you don't make a good career here, it's just a waste of this technology. ”

Then there was a burst of incomprehensible words, what "anti-aircraft artillery flattening" and what "neutron extermination", the little players next to them looked at each other, and their whole bodies were cold.

After the happy stick grunted and walked away, as one of the "Four King Kongs" under Brother Woo Meow, "Duodao Sanwu Dou" poked the boss's shoulder, and he whispered:

"Brother Meow, what are you doing in reality? How strange and scary. ”

"I make a sand table, and I usually like to play P club games."

Brother Meow also regretted it a little, is it a good thing or a bad thing to bring this war maniac in?

"Oh, it turned out to be a P Society war criminal! That's fine. ”

The others suddenly came to their senses.

It seems that the abnormal behavior of the happy stick has a reasonable explanation at once.

And don't look at the happy bar in front of other people to speak very confidently, after inspecting the position layout, when a person returned to the back, he also took a few nervous breaths.

He looked at the details of the various plans written in his notebook and took a deep breath to cheer himself up.

All this arrangement tonight is from him, but in fact he is definitely the most nervous of the group, whether he is really good or on paper, maybe the answer will be revealed soon.

"Huh"

A shadow crept down behind him, and he reached out and patted Happy Bar's shoulder, causing the latter to jerk back to see Murphy staring at him in the dark.

"Lord Murphy..."

Happy Bar learns what the others call Murphy and tries to say a few words, but Murphy shakes his head to stop him.

He said to the happy bar:

"You're the commander, you deserve to be with your soldiers!

Don't be nervous, my warriors, you've done the best, I've seen it all, we've done our best, and fate will do the rest.

I think fate though is a. But she'll still be in favor of the Warriors tonight. ”

"Yes! My lord! ”

Hearing Murphy's encouragement, Happy Stick subconsciously straightened his waist and gave a military salute, and then saw Murphy wave his hand at him and quietly disappeared into the night.

The vampires themselves are nervous.

But he glanced at the Blood Vulture Swordsmanship that had reached "Mastery" on the character card and the character career level that had reached level 8, and he had a wave of confidence out of thin air.

In addition to sleeping and dealing with young players, he spent the rest of his time improving his swordsmanship in the past two days and two nights, and finally stepped on the doorstep, which proves that his potential is also being tapped.

As long as I survive tonight...

Murphy squinted at the woodland in the night, and he clenched his fists and thumped them hard in the chest.

No, he'll survive!

He's going home with victory, and Triss is still waiting for him.

"Maxim, get ready!"

Murphy said to his loyal servant who stood guard:

"If we get past that, no one will be able to stop us from getting ahead."

The tall servant whispered:

"Well, my lord, I never doubted that."

Meanwhile, the entrance camp to the Filthy Swamp, the two vampire torturers of the Blood Vulture Clan, are ready to begin tonight's "entertainment".

The emaciated fellow grabbed a sharp knife in the carriage dedicated to bonebreaking, and he stared at the huntress Natalie, who was panting in front of him, and pressed the blade against the huntress's filthy waist and abdomen, and said in a gloomy tone:

"You hounds have really hard bones, and you haven't been willing to speak for three days, but you know what? I don't really want you to give in, and the more stubborn you are, the more happy I am.

Because the truth and the answer are not in my expectation, I only enjoy your pain. ”

"Poof"

The sharp knife stabbed into the flesh, slicing through the scabbed wound with precision, causing Natalie's body to twitch, and the smell of blood made the torturer lick her scarlet lips.

He approached Natalie's face and said in a dumb voice:

"Hold on, little girl, the night is still long tonight, and I crave more fun."

"Warband... The warband is in..."

Natalie muttered a few words, seemingly holding on to revealing the news.

This weak gesture made the torturer show a sense of disgust, but the eldest lady was still waiting for news, so he approached Natalie's mouth to hear more clearly.

"Smack"

The bloodied left hand broke free from the loosened clasp, and the halfling anesthetic device in the palm of his hand flicked the switch, and the slender spikes jumped out and plunged into the vampire's neck in the next second.

Natalie plucked all her strength into the vampire torturer's veins, causing him to let out a scream and stagger back, but the halfling's special anesthetic worked extremely quickly, and there was no decay against the otherworldly creatures, causing the torturer to relax his muscles to the point of falling to his knees.

The movement immediately attracted the attention of another guy at the door.

He rushed in and was about to strangle Natalie, who was struggling free, but Norman, a veteran on the other side, attacked from behind, and also used the last force to pierce the second anesthetic into his spine.

Although vampires are transcendent creatures, their body structure is very similar to that of humans, and the spine is also deadly, and the anesthetic device works faster, causing the creature to fall to the ground with a pop.

Natalie had unlocked the clasp on her right hand.

She was limp on the ground, but then gritted her teeth and pulled out the boning knife under her ribs, pounced on the two vampires, and stabbed them one by one.

The blood splattered until it stained her whole body scarlet, like a demon crawling out of hell.

A few minutes later, the four captives climbed out of the foul-smelling wagon, and Natalie found two cans of kerosene left there beside the car.

She glanced at the carriage behind her.

In the absence of demonic materials, it is impossible to completely kill the vampire with sharp weapons alone, and those two vicious guys will recover quickly, and they will not be able to escape at all in their current state.

"Use fire! Burn them! ”

Porter, a one-armed veteran with a broken leg, gritted his teeth and whispered:

"I'll stay here, you go! Norman, Ambo, take little Natalie away! ”

"Shut up!"

The huntress scolded, twisted the lid of the oil with all her might, and poured it on the carriage behind her, and she limped forward, weakly but firmly:

"Not a single one is missing! Go together or die together! Fast! Light it here, the bigger the fire, the better, the Plantagenet Kingdom convoys are passing through the Smuggler Woodlands, and the vampires are going to ambush them!

Give them a warning!

The fire has to be big for them to see!

Do it! ”

The other three didn't say anything more, and endured the pain to find all kinds of ignition objects.

That is to say, the physical fitness of the witch hunter is beyond that of ordinary people, and there is a certain affinity for natural spiritual energy, which can speed up the healing of injuries, otherwise ordinary people would have hung up long ago with such injuries.

Soon, a flame burned in the camp at the entrance to the swamp.

Spark licked the oil-soaked carport, and in an instant it soared into the air to light up the entire camp, and the two vampires in the carriage let out a terrible scream and crawled out of the flames, only to be kicked back by the veteran who was blocked outside.

Old Norman watched with pleasure as the evil creature screamed in the fire, the light of which illuminated his wounded face.

Behind him, three witch hunters stood there, as if mourning their dead companions.

The light of the fire was too conspicuous in the night.

The moment it ignited, Miss Fimis, at the edge of the swamp, turned her head suddenly, and a look of confusion flashed on Flori's baby face, as if she couldn't understand what was going on there, but the next moment she knew something was wrong.

"Prepare for a raid!"

The eldest lady gave a hideous order, and the other midnight hunters got up from their hiding places one after another.

The smuggler's woodland convoy had barely stepped into the ambush circle that Murphy had set up further ahead, but it was impossible not to see the fire behind unless the other party was blind.

The original ambush plan has gone bankrupt.

It can only be attacked.

"Adele!"

The eldest lady turned to the blood servant butler behind her, who was holding the thorny sword, and screamed:

"Take the Blood Servants to Murphy! Let him enter the battlefield from the rear to support! Fast! ”

"Nope! It's about Murphy, it's him... Don't go! Miss! Dangerous! ”

Lady Adele had already figured everything out of the flames that had ignited in the camp by this time, but she had no time to stop the eldest lady and the hunters from rushing into the battlefield, so she could only stomp her feet and turn around and rush to the rear with a few blood servants.

On the edge of the smuggler's woodland, the gorse convoy guarded by hundreds of soldiers, which had just come out of the filthy swamp, had also stopped.

In the central carriage, the psyker from the Tower of the Ring cast a spell that allowed him to overlook the fire, but the next moment he saw the blood-colored batwings rising from the edge of the swamp in the night.

"Blood Vulture Ambusman! At least 60 people! ”

The psyker grabbed his combat staff and shouted a warning:

"There is an ambush! One team, two teams, three teams! Get ready for battle! Four teams escorted supplies off the battlefield. ”

Several psionics immediately stood up and cast spells, and the dazzling sun psionic energy was summoned to sway like the sun at night, which was used to resist the vampire's assault.

The front and rear wagons were also unloaded and parked in place, with huge gas fuel canisters connected to the ice-cold machinery.

As the levers were connected and the flywheel turned, the heavy rapid-fire steam guns stored in the car were pointed in the direction of the attack, and the roar of the steam furnace and the sound of machinery killed the surroundings.

Trained soldiers quickly lined up, their shotguns loaded, and the witch hunters in the ranks were unsheathed and ready to fight back.

The central black wagon, which was transporting important supplies, broke away from its position and continued forward, escorted by twenty cuirassiers.

"You've got to protect these things!"

The psyker, who first noticed the Vulture attack, knocked on the window of the car and said to the people inside:

"You know that this is General Loren's personal property, and if it is lost, it will also implicate your patriarch."

"Hey, who's to scare?"

A disdainful voice came from the car, responding:

"Mind yourselves, I can smell the rotten stench of those stinky vultures from so far away, and I hope you don't let them eat you like carrion.

May you enjoy your hunting, Your Excellency.

As for me, I won't worry about you...

A hungry wolf bat like me can always take care of himself. ”