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"Huh"

A map was placed on a table in the tent.

It marks the internal structure of the Blood Vulture Corridor, which is the information that Miss Philis supported to the witch hunters, and is transcribed to the young player.

This time, the onboard happy stick was chosen as the commander-in-chief of the player army, and he gladly accepted and felt the heavy trust of his brothers and sisters.

But this will have to come up with a basic tactical plan.

Several of the young players with military experience were pulled over, and a group of people were silent around the map.

"Damn, is it that big?"

When I was young, I was an engineer and looked at the scale marked below, and couldn't help but complain:

"It's an underground building, right? Can the area occupy one-third of the inner city? Doesn't this mean that a small part of the entire city is suspended in the ground?

Outrageous! ”

"Psionic energy, asking is mysterious psychic."

The Shannan tiger next to him snorted, he also served as a soldier, although his experience was not as outrageous as that of a happy stick, but he had participated in exercises, so he still had a little military experience.

He looked at the map carefully and said to the happy stick:

"It's not realistic to want to gather together in such a big place and push it over, there are only 31 people on the witch hunter's side, counting the war group leader, and there are only 100 people on both of us plus NPCs, so it's impossible to take care of all places.

So the scorers!

Clear the monster's clear monster, push the map, and the strategy boss is up to us. ”

"That's right! It's definitely not going to work with a rush of brains. ”

Happy Stick crossed his arms, squinted his eyes and said:

"According to our previous experience in playing a group, it is impossible for this game to make such an outrageous mentally retarded thing as 'Alert Range'. In other words, as soon as we enter here and are discovered, the monsters inside will attack us one by one.

Building a line of defense that can be held is a must!

Since it is the pursuit of 100% truth, then a 400-year-old vampire sanctuary is definitely not something we can fight in a day, I estimate that it will take at least two days.

It even longer has to be delayed.

Over here! ”

With a flick of his hand on the map, he said:

"The second hall at the entrance, the location is great and there is only one way forward, the enemy can only use this to launch a denial counterattack against us, and the width of the battlefield cannot be opened to our advantage when we are smaller.

After maintaining the containment on the frontal battlefield, you can send elites to carry out the breakthrough and decapitation operation, and the witch hunters will definitely be in charge, and we have to select elite players above level 9 to participate in it. ”

"But to keep the line from collapsing, we need a lot of manpower"

He shook his head, and after a few seconds, he said:

"It seems that NPCs are still going to be mobilized! I also have to prepare a lot of long-range weapons for consumption, and we can't even think of fighting knives with a group of crazy vampires, before 40 people could be killed 23 by 7, this gap is indeed a bit big. ”

"I just went to see the witch hunter's arsenal."

Happy Stick said firmly:

"The weapons are absolutely sufficient, and their special attacks in this area of fighting vampires all year round are simply full, plus those stored in the camp, regardless of attrition, the containment is definitely enough.

But we have to have at least 100 NPC militia as manpower standby, and we have to be prepared to pay casualties. ”

"All four of us have joined the Cadman Self-Salvation Army, and Master Maxim says he will support us with all his might!"

Shannan Tiger Roar patted his chest and said:

"The weave over there has now expanded to 120 people, all of whom are militiamen with combat experience, and there is no need to use camp guards. So, where do the elite troops have to break through? ”

"This!"

Next to Happy Stick, the leader of the Haw Par Rider, "Lin", pointed his finger at a narrow passage at the edge of the map and said:

"We asked Lady Tracy about the natural cavern beneath the city, and she said that there was a dark river, a secret that few people knew, and from here you could reach the servants' quarters of the Vulture Corridor, and then all the way inward to the deep Crimson Hall.

The pool of holy blood is there.

The final boss, Sarokdal, is also there.

If everything goes well, after the second phase, we can find it in only a few dozen minutes, provided that the development team frantically adds a few bosses and a large number of minions to the dark passage, and the premise of the success of this operation is that the defense line must be able to pull the enemy's main force.

I don't doubt the willpower of our players, it's the time to play.

It's only six hours a day, and I'm afraid the NPCs won't be able to handle it if it drags on too long. ”

"Then it's segmented."

The all-risk half-hung rolled his eyes and said:

"Fight for a day, wait for both sides to go up, and then burst in one fell swoop.

Anyway, aren't those guys crazy because they are all mentally impacted by the astral psychic energy? I think they should be easy to get used to, and use some added blood as bait, just like we did when we did those brain-dead vampires. ”

"The tactics have almost done this step, after all, we have seen the situation on the scene, and the next step is to prepare for the battle."

Happy Bar stretched his body and said:

"Tomorrow the other brothers of the tiger and leopard rider will be resurrected, I plan to let them take the new players to take a spin in the sewers, at least before the dungeon starts, let their level brush to level 6 or above, otherwise the basic skills are all beginners and will not be able to fight a tough battle at all.

By the way, you can even get some equipment in the sewers. ”

"Brother, you really miss that underground gangster lair."

The all-risk half-hung pouted and said:

"This is a public weapon for private use, right? Borrow the manpower of new players to help you attack the dungeon. ”

"It's a copy of the fart, it's a challenge area."

Happy Bar did not refute at all, he grinned and said:

"You see, this way, new players can farm equipment and practice skills, I can get supplies from the gangsters to enrich the team, and Master Murphy can get a group of trained soldiers. The best of both worlds, the benefit of the three parties, how can it be called public and private use?

In other words, it's too cool for you to be officials, it's time to go back to your old job as a player, join this training together, and brush your level as well.

Don't go to war when you pull your hips, but it's a shame. ”

——

"All members of the Cadman Self-Salvation Force can participate in this operation, my lord."

In a wide and gloomy basement in the ruins of the city, Maxim, who had just finished fighting with Murphy and had been defeated five times, held the ritual black blade in his hand and reported to Master Murphy, who was honing the secret sword skills of the Shadow Elves:

"The guards of the survivors' camp can be mobilized if we need to, and Miriam has informed the survivors of this, and the survivors reacted violently when they learned that the members of the Blood Vulture Clan were still entrenched underground and had fallen into dangerous monsters.

They urged us to eradicate the dangers.

Of course, it is unknown whether there is some hatred for the old patron in this, after all, the blood vulture clan has ruled this land for the past 400 years, and it is indeed difficult to say that it has been successful. ”

"We don't need to focus on those, we just need to focus on the goal."

Murphy's figure flickered in a gliding motion in the darkness, as hard to find as falling leaves.

Deadly, graceful, and dangerous are the essence of this elven secret swordplay, which really fits well with the racial characteristics of the vampire, and he said to his loyal servant as he practiced the rather useful dark steps:

"The witch hunters obviously intend to use our warriors as sacrificial cannon fodder, but I don't think my warriors willingly do so, so I might as well be bold this time. Put your militia under their command!

You follow me in a focused stranglehold against a dangerous enemy.

The best way for the Black Iron Rank to unleash its potential as soon as possible is to fight, and to put enough pressure on yourself in the battle against strong enemies. ”

"I don't doubt the courage of the warriors, but their 'art of commanding' is too wild."

Maxim said with a little concern:

"Wouldn't it be too risky, in case a large number of casualties would affect the morale of the survivors who have managed to accumulate under your leadership?"

"Something to do, Mark."

Murphy shook his head and said:

"If we fail and the Knights of the Blood Alliance discover the forbidden secret of the eldest lady, these people will die as well. I'm sure Tracey won't joke with us about this kind of thing, so this time it's not just the pressure on us, but their lives on their own.

What's more, if our territory wants to grow, we can't rely on my warriors alone.

Their number is a big problem.

Isn't it the duty of those who live on this land to defend their territories and homes?

If they themselves are not willing to protect their homeland, they will never feel a sense of belonging to us. ”

"You're quite right."

Maxim nodded, no longer dwelling on casualties, but he soon asked in a low voice:

"My lord, why do you have to side with the eldest lady? Allow me to think darkly, if we take the initiative to inform the Blood Alliance Knights of this news, maybe."

"Tracey is deeply involved in Sarokdahl's action to break the taboo, and that's a crime she can't escape, and you mean to make me give up Tracey?"

Murphy interrupted him, his tone becoming colder.

Maxim was shocked, knowing that he had touched the most untouchable topic in the hearts of Murphy adults.

He immediately explained:

"It's that I'm thinking too simply, of course Lady Triss can't be given up, I mean"

"No, Mark, I don't need to explain, I can understand your loyalty and understand that you are proposing this plan for my own benefit.

I don't blame you. ”

Murphy withdrew his saber and said:

"There is no need to be so frightened, we are nominally master and servant, but what we have experienced together is enough for us to build a deeper friendship. I'm just I can't give up Tracey, can you understand? Perhaps it was the mysterious connection between the blood and the elder that made me support and love her from the bottom of my heart.

But the truth is, she did give me a second life.

To give up on her is to give up all the principles I have accumulated so far, ambitions and aspirations are important, but if they come at the cost of us becoming a mindless monster, then I might as well not want them, and be content to be a weak person who laughs at life.

I mean, this time, we have to fight!

The outcome of the battle in the Blood Vulture Corridor will directly determine whether our small group has the ability to control the land beneath our feet, and if we want to own our territory in this war-torn age, we must cross this level!

If I wanted to run, to be honest, I followed Adele when she said she could take us to a secluded refuge by the Barren Mountains.

But that's not what I wanted! ”

The vampire moved his fingers in the darkness, and he said:

"I promised you that we would get ahead and make a name for ourselves, and that was the first step! Just as I won't be content to be a normal member of the Blood Vulture Clan, I'm sure you won't stop at being my heir.

We all have ambitions.

Even Miriam, who kept her distance from us. Have you noticed? Miriam is getting used to her role as camp director.

She never said it.

But I can assume that she has begun to enjoy and learn to use the little power in her hands.

We all have pursuits!

We won it with both hands!

It will not be allowed to be taken away casually, and whoever dares to stretch out his claws will cut it off! ”

"But the witch hunters, my lord."

Maxim lowered his voice again, and he said:

"Do you really trust them? They have the upper hand, and after killing Salokdal, maybe even the rest of us will be killed. It's all easy anyway. If I were one of those witch hunters, I don't think I would have missed this opportunity.

The Blood Vulture Clan now exists in name only, so why not push it up and let it be completely buried in history?

They can do that. ”

"Of course they can do that, and there's a good chance they do."

Murphy gave a subtle smile and said:

"If they make it back alive from the Vulture Corridor.

That's exactly what I'm going to tell you next, as both Mademoiselle and Trisy have told me that there is a self-destructing device in the Cloister of Blood, a secret place set up by Salekdal during the Second Night War more than two hundred years ago to ensure the final dignity of the Blood Pool and the Bloodlocks.

When we get moving, you're going to get there out of us and Adele.

Then get your hands dirty at the moment of truth!

Our warriors are not afraid of death, their perseverance can create an illusion, and we can't let the Blood Pact knights find out that we are working with witch hunters.

This is a great crime of collaborating with the enemy.

You know what I mean? I don't feel comfortable leaving this to anyone else. ”

"I will not fail in my mission, my lord."

Without hesitation, Maxim accepted the task, and obtained from Murphy a marked map recording the location of the self-destruct device.

After he left the basement, Murphy drew his sword again in the reassuring shadows, and with a slight twist of his wrist, he took a few steps forward in a flash, bending slightly in the darkness as he stood.

"Huh"

A pair of young but initially large blood bat's wings slammed out behind him, letting the wind blow outwards and then closing in front of him like shields.

For the Blood Vulture, the massive Crimson Manta Wings are more than just a tool to soar through the skies!

They have their own tactics for using their wings wisely in combat, and both Mademoiselle and Jade have shown Murphy similar techniques.

In the sudden lift brought by the rotation of the bat's wings, the sword in Murphy's hand changed, and the more cold and deadly tomb sword guard swordsmanship drew a scarlet and obscure trajectory forward.

He was in a hurry to practice, but he was also making profound calculations in his mind.

He must take down the Blood Vulture Corridor to firmly establish his control over Cadman City and the surrounding area, and secure his nascent territory to attract more residents.

The number of players you can get will increase rapidly, and the number of players you can get in a city of 30,000 people will reach 900 when it is full and at the boom stage, and this number will continue to increase as the territory expands.

If he can take the whole of Transencia in a short period of time, and then expand outward.

"Ah, an army of fast-growing players who are not afraid of death! That would be the fourth natural plague that would really take shape. ”

Murphy sighed in the darkness:

"Get ahead and make a name for yourself? Now where it gets, me and my lovely players will become true legends, leaving a mark on history, and that's just the beginning!

Dear Otherworld, I suddenly found that my ambition is really big, so please bear with me for a while. ”

(End of chapter)