(Add more for the 'don't get up and love sleepy' brother [1/5])

"The stinky stuff is rushing up again!"

A shout rang out from the crowd, followed by a roar of happy bars echoing through the darkness:

"Don't panic! Warriors! Hold your spears! The terrain here was specially chosen by me, and as long as you don't retreat, those ghouls won't be able to rush in! The shieldmen in the front row are standing firm, sticking your shields into the ground, and holding them down! You are a wall of steel for brothers!

Now count down to three!

Three, two, one!

Poke forward! ”

"Roar"

The newcomers, who had just entered the game for a few days, riveted the spears in their hands on top of the shield in front of them according to the command of Brother Bang.

In an instant, spears pierced the body of the howling ghouls.

But this attack is no different from a drizzle to ghouls who have already died once, and it has no effective effect at all other than to hinder their scratching.

It's going to be a good job of holding the spear, and it's a little nervous.

Not only because of the sluggish feeling of the sharp blade entering the body when the spear poked out just now, but also because beyond the grinning shield-holding brother in front of him, he could see the hideous and ugly face of the ghoul and hear their roar of teeth and claws.

You can even smell the disgusting stench, which can make people yue out.

He was at the entrance to Sewer Four, forming a line with twenty other brothers to fend off the ghouls who wanted to break out of the surface, and in fact, if he had a choice, he would not want to do such a tiring job, which was very different from the light and happy game life he imagined.

"Bang guy! Brother Bang, I can't stand it! ”

A decadent brother with a scruffy beard carrying a shield in front of him shouted with difficulty:

"I'm not a power person, damn, I feel like I'm going to be torn apart."

"If you can't stand it, you have to top it!"

Flapping his wings and flying around in the air, he threw the happy stick of burning oil at the group of ghouls behind him, and scolded:

"If we can't stand it, all the NPCs above will die, this is a war, be serious! It's almost there, hold on a little longer! ”

He shouted, spilling the last jar of oil from the psionic bag, then pulled out the double-barreled shotgun behind his back and fired a shot downward, sparks splashing and igniting the incendiary material that had been sprinkled earlier, and in the blink of an eye, a fire sparked and licked among the stinking ghouls.

Brother Bang is a master of playing with fire.

With the precise dispersion of the oil canister he had dropped earlier, the galloping flames quickly blocked the small half of the passage in front of him, and the ghouls who were afraid of fire and light were also confused, and this wave of death was easily resolved.

But that's just the beginning.

"Brothers! Copy the guy on! It's time to farm proficiency. ”

He endured the scorching flames in the air, and said that the fire resistance of this vampire was really too poor, and while beckoning to his brother below, he fell to the ground in front of him, and the family guardian sword in his hand swept the two ghouls to the ground, and the power of the sword guards from the tomb summoned the wraiths from Hades into the material world to help them, like pale and fierce minions.

Seeing that Brother Bang was so brave, the little players were also restless.

They grabbed their weapons and rushed into the burning area, slashing the igniting ghouls to the ground, and the fierce necromancers were so frightened by the fire that they were slow to fight back.

"Holy, it's so exciting. It's so good, it's so good. ”

It's a good life, and a bald brother next to him rushed forward with a big sword and slashed indiscriminately, making a strange laugh while chopping, making the second little rich brother feel that he might be a little away from this guy whose ID is "Kind Eyebrows and Kind Eyes Giant Shark Uncle".

"What are you doing here?"

Just when he was hesitating whether to follow the crazy player brothers to continue deeper, the voice of touching your poor sounded from behind him. The little rich brother has hunted with his big manticore, and the claws of an elite ghoul are being tied behind the manticore lion by him in the form of "trophies", making the manticore lion look disgusted.

Touching you in astonishment, he said:

"What about your two assistants?"

"Ah, they're off work."

I sighed and said:

"This game is really hell, it's the first time I've heard that NPCs have to leave work, and they have to pay extra for overtime, and I don't have any money on hand."

"Then it's useless for you to stay here, why don't you go to the camp? I see Miss Miriam is gathering the administrative players to maintain order, so don't stay here for you, you who sit in the office all year round, I see your legs are weak. ”

Touching you is a poor persuasion.

The main reason is that I am afraid that my brother, a poor level 1 rookie, will hang here inexplicably, but he is very good, and he rolled his eyes and said arrogantly:

"No, I'm going to keep fighting! Gentlemen love to fight! Hey, today Lao Tzu is going to become a qualified warrior! Don't stop me. ”

"Hey, okay, then you come with me, buddy will show you what a real battle is."

Seeing that the little donkey had a temper attack, he smiled at you, pulled him on a very unhappy manticore, and carried the two of them through the labyrinthine sewers quickly.

Elite players like Touch You Poor who have passed the trials of black iron are tasked with hunting down the elite leaders of the ghoul tide, and these dead creatures are like "nodes", and after getting rid of them, the remaining ordinary ghouls will be easier to deal with.

Therefore, more than 40 people who have passed the black iron trial have been sprinkled in the sewers of the outer city and hunted around.

Maxim is tasked with delaying the Kadman People's Army to establish a solid defense, and while tonight's wave of ghouls has come suddenly, it's not a terrible disaster for the survivors of the Crimson Keep who have been battling all sorts of bad things since the disaster.

Tempering again and again has made the minds of the survivors under Murphy's command extremely tenacious.

While Miss Miriam is assembling the militia in the forward camp and the Blood Alliance knights are entering the sewers to start their work, President Natalie's expression on the way to Morland Village is not very good-looking.

Ambo, who was galloping beside her, seemed to sense the captain's mood, and she whispered:

"People who have just settled in Morland Village may not be willing to help, and although they all nominally say thank you to Lord Murphy for taking in us homeless people, in reality the feud between witch hunters and vampires is not so easy to resolve."

"But it's an opportunity."

Natalie pulled the reins of the horse of the war horse Maple Leaf, sighed and said:

"Whatever the reason, we have to take this initiative. Murphy has given us enough freedom to stand by if we need us in this kind of territory right now.

Not only him, but others in this land will reject and hate us even more because of this. ”

"Everybody knows that, Captain."

Amber pushed her blindfold, and she pouted:

"But if those who know the truth are willing to do what they do, then there will be no war in this world, and for many of us, surviving in vampire territory is enough of humiliation.

It's unimaginable to obey a vampire's orders now.

Of course, I don't care.

I listen to your orders. ”

"You can't afford to be indifferent, Anbo, you're my most important hunter commander, and I'm counting on you to help me rebuild the witch hunter's legacy."

Natalie pouted in a joke, and then sat up straight on her horse in the galloping night, looking at the silhouette of the village of Morland in the distance.

The light of the Astral Creation in the starry sky under the dark night shrouded the land, making the bright moonlight seem to be dyed with a strange haze, and the night in the Earl of Cadman was definitely different from other places.

"We're witch hunters, Amber."

Natalie let out a sigh of relief.

With a hint of tiredness in her eyes shining with determination, she said:

"Whether this is a vampire order or not, it's true that there is a ghoul revolt in that city, and every witch hunter has made an oath to Avalon when they complete the hunting trial.

It is our duty and our mission to clean up this filthy world!

As long as our men agree with the witch-hunting oath, they'll have plenty of reason to return with us tonight to the Crimson Keep, where there are so many evils for them to hunt.

We

Those of us who have been ostracized by society and the Kingdom for a decade also need to learn to take the initiative and reintegrate into our new home, and tonight's event is a great opportunity.

Deal with ghouls and wraiths, hey, we're the real experts! ”

"Well, that's right."

Miss Amber grinned.

She felt that Natalie was right, that being able to defeat ghouls and being able to eliminate ghouls with minimal loss using various factors were two very different concepts, and that was the biggest difference between a warrior and a hunter.

It took a day to reach Morland Village from the Crimson Keep, but it took just over three hours for Natalie and Amber to return to the village with complex meanings for both of them, thanks to the galloping of specially domesticated demon hunting horses.

The last members of the White Oak Warband were now living here, and the village where the massacre had taken place had been renovated, and even the ghoul nest underground had been completely cleared and refilled.

The settlement of more than 1,000 people appears to be in good order, and although most of the people are still living in tents, the erection of wooden houses in the village indicates that the village has begun to be "reborn".

As Natalie dismounted, she was greeted by several high-ranking hunters who had stayed in the village, and they had already learned what was happening at the Scarlet Keep through the teleportation of the old Eugene's Horned Thunderstorm.

Natalie thought she needed to take some time to convince the "old stubborns", but to her surprise, when she and Amber entered the area outside the village that had been leveled out for horses, they saw 300 heavily armed and ready witch hunter warriors ready to hunt them down.

They were putting a bag of moon dust explosives into their pockets, and special craftsmen were hurrying to put the finishing touches on the warriors' weapons.

A dozen alchemists in the village carried baskets of sword oil and potions, which were distributed among the waiting warriors.

This scene is very similar to the preparation scene before every expedition when they were still in the fortress.

"We thought we'd be scolded by you."

Amber said to the tall hunter beside him in surprise:

"Aren't you unwilling to serve the vampires?"

"I don't want to, and I don't want to do it now."

Sankey, a young hunter with a straight face, said as he straightened the hunting knife and crossbow at his waist:

"But there is a plague of ghouls less than four hours away from the village, and we are witch hunters, so I'm afraid that the god Avalon will send down the god of destruction."

"Yes!"

Sankey's partner, Fano, a hearty girl with a long ponytail and obvious Nord characteristics, pouted and said:

"This is not for the sake of the vampire lord, nor is it to fulfill his orders, we are just doing our duty, preaching the purity and tolerance of my god, nothing more."

"You two know you're like two grumpy kids right now."

Amber quipped:

"Deliberately emphasizing that doesn't change the fact that we're going to be led by a vampire tonight."

"Little aunt!"

Before she could finish her sentence, a cheerful cry rang out from the village, and Anbo looked back with a painful face to see his fellow countryman.

Heru, the Spectral Detective, was walking toward her with a scroll bag on a donkey that came from nowhere.

This pathetic guy who was born near the Elven Forest can't ride a horse

Well, it was actually because he was kicked by a runaway crazy horse when he was a child picking mushrooms in the forest with Ambo, which caused Heru to have a certain indescribable "fear" of horses from then on.

"Little aunt, I heard that you have become the chief chasseur captain of the Adventurers' Guild, tsk, this is an official."

Heru rode over on his donkey, and unconsciously said to Amber with a disgusted face:

"Why don't you get me an errand too? I've heard that the vampire lord is very generous, and the first batch of retainers selected are all from commoners, and they are now all knights.

I think I'm not very talented, but. Well, that's a scarce talent in Translasia today, right? I heard that you have some friendship with the vampire lord, so why don't you help me walk the way? ”

"You're a student of the Tower of the Ring!"

An Bo crossed his waist and scolded:

"Don't you know what's going on between the Tower of the Ring and the vampires right now? How dare you run away to be an official with a vampire? Are you afraid that you won't die fast enough? ”

"Hey, who cares, I'm skipping school, and I'm destined to not get a graduation certificate."

Heru can see that this country boy from the Antani region is now full of thoughts about being a "minister of the dragon", after all, when the villagers in the village offered him to study and sent him to the Tower of the Ring, he made bold words that he must have mixed up a look.

He hoped that when he returned home in old age, he would be able to bring a welcome response to the villagers, as for which family he was a retainer or mixed up with the title.

It doesn't matter at all!

As long as you can mix it up, it's OK.

Amber was still a little worried, after all, Heru's identity was a little sensitive, but Natalie didn't see it that way, she stepped forward and looked Heru up and down, and said:

"You set off with us, and after weeding out those ghouls, I introduce you to Lord Murphy, who is indeed short of people right now, and is in dire need of a good talent like you. And he's really generous

I mean, you might as well be a little more daring when it comes to offering. ”

"Oh, okay."

Heru responded excitedly.

Ten minutes later, Natalie set off for the Crimson Keep again with 300 witch hunter veterans affiliated with the Adventurers' Guild.

They will not enter the city, but will enter the combat zone directly through the sewer exit outside the city.

That saves some valuable time.

Led by the crimson warhorse Maple Leaf, the witch hunter's procession galloped under the purple night sky unique to Translancia, Natalie's hair fluttered, and she held the reins of her horse, faintly feeling some kind of strange humming of the large oak blade behind her.

It seems to agree with Natalie's actions tonight, and it seems that the relict resonance that has been working hard has entered the next stage.

But Natalie didn't really care.

Resonating with the Holy Blade is destined to be a long-term process, and there are more important things to do right now than the acceptance of the Holy Blade.

It was the first time in the last ten years that a witch hunter had carried out an exorcism hunt not out of order, but out of self-judgment, and it was enough to make Natalie, the young leader, sigh and say in her heart:

"We will truly be part of this land, starting with the dedication tonight. If this is your desire, Father, please bless me in the church of my God.

From now on, we will no longer wield our sword only for wars and humble existences that do not belong to us.

From now on, the witch hunters will climb out of the mud pit of fate and re-ennoble themselves in this wild land, may all this be as you wish. ”

(End of chapter)