(Add more for the 'don't get up and love sleepy' brother [2/5])

It had been three hours since the witch hunters had entered the sewers, and with their appearance, the ghoul plague had passed the initial period of chaotic defense and turned to a counterattack, and with Murphy himself leading people into the sewers, the battle was in full swing tonight.

Thanks to the initial time gained by the intrepid players, not many ghouls rushed out of the surface before the Cadman People's Army had set up several defensive lines.

However, some ghouls managed to find the torn rock wall at the city's rift, and they rushed out of the crack in the rock wall that was almost 90 degrees flat, and fell headlong to the bottom of the rift deeper below, and then were swallowed up by the astral aura that rolled there.

What exactly lies at the bottom of the urban rift is still an "unsolved mystery".

The fall of a dozen dimensional meteorites was enough to make the chaotic psionic aura that had been entrenched there for a long time, and even a psionic master like Tracy could hardly detect the true situation below.

But it's not that you can't really get in, it's that it's really unnecessary.

Whatever was there, they wouldn't affect the construction of the surface anytime soon, and as time went on, the chaotic psionic aura dissipated, and Murphy had plenty of patience to wait for the obscured things to see the light of day, and most importantly, Murphy really didn't have that many resources to devote to this exploration that might not pay off at all.

Back to the sewers.

With the arrival of experts dealing with ghouls and wraiths, the onslaught of these "stinking things" rushing out of the underground was quickly contained.

Witch hunters are not just hunters, there are also oak sages who can cast spells, and the biggest feature of these guys' psionic spells in addition to healing is "natural purification".

Under the arrangement of two commanders, Natalie and Old Eugene, more than fifteen purification techniques were simultaneously released in the edge area of the sewers, completely dispelling the remnants of the dead psychic energy there.

That way, as long as the ghouls are cleared of the area, the sewers won't be more dangerous because of the entrenchment of the death psychic.

The purified area is filled with the breath of natural psionic energy.

This is a very disgusting smell for ghouls and wraiths, no less than being ignited by flames or illuminated, so their formations are constantly compressed, and they are divided and lured by witch hunters with a rather planned and conditioned way, and finally they are quickly cleaned up under the incineration of moon dust bombs and alchemical oil.

Although the number of witch hunters is not large, their killing efficiency is much higher than that of other forces.

Even the proud Blood Alliance knights had to admit that they weren't as professional as these witch hunters when it came to cleaning up these low-level cults.

And the strong performance of the witch hunters in the sewers tonight also gave the newcomer players who followed the NPC to pick up people's heads and "go through the plot" with some different ideas.

While the vampire race is indeed cool and sassy, not everyone is willing to give up their daytime for action, so maybe a career trip to the church of Avalon is also a good career?

"Hats off to you! Defenders of the city's sewers! It's an honor to fight alongside you! ”

Norman, a masked-wielding knife who slashes down a ghoul, is about to find his next target when he suddenly hears a voice thanking him.

Old Norman looked back in surprise to see a guy in leather armor doing him a pretty standard courtesy.

But the problem is that this guy is clearly not a "local"! Judging by his strange accent and his countenance, this is Murphy's warrior.

It's an otherworldly person!

This guy has inserted a telepathic microphone plug-in into his arithmetic orb so that he can talk to others freely, and it is worth noting that there are two guards with swords and shields guarding him beside him.

It's still an administrator!

"But what is this idiot doing?"

Old Norman thought in his mind:

"Is it deliberately imitating the people of our world? It's a terrible imitation. ”

However, even if he was so slanderous in his heart, he at least gave recognition and gratitude, so old Norman couldn't pretend not to see it, so he nodded to the strange little player with great restraint.

This shows that he accepted this "tribute", but he didn't expect his response to be "accidental".

The little player with the ID name "Honorary Knight Typal" immediately stepped forward and took the initiative to ask to join the hunt of Old Norman, and he also emphasized very well that he was escorted by two brave veterans, and would never become a burden to Old Norman, and even planned to make an agreement with Old Norman about the distribution of loot.

This made the two veterans of the executive guard roll their eyes.

They don't know if their "employer" has some serious illness? But there is no doubt that this guy is completely different from other warriors, and he has been trying very hard to play the role of a "local" since he appeared in the Crimson Keep.

But unfortunately, although the people of Translancia are fierce and wild, they also have their own set of local etiquette, and young players who have just entered the game for two days can't imitate that flavor at all.

"Keep up."

Old Norman was so annoyed that he could only say something casually, and let the oil bottle warrior behind him follow him.

This scene was seen by Orchid, who was bandaging the wounds of several wounded people not far away, and the Great Traveler reached out and bumped Lumina's shoulder, saying:

"And voila! RP players like you, this impetuous year is really rare. ”

"But I'm actually the one who plays tickets, and that's the real RP."

Lumina pouted and said:

"This Tempal dude has just been in the game for two days and is about to become a 'player monster', some people say that when they see him, they don't do tasks, they just imitate those guards walking around the camp, and they also learn etiquette from the locals, and even complain with them that the food in the camp is unpalatable.

I've even made friends with several veterans who always gather to drink.

But Professor Malcolm seemed to like his modesty and studiousness.

This is an absolute pure-blood RP, a real game monster.

Ah,There are more and more 'talents' among the players.,I really don't know where the development team found this group of guys.,Not to be honest.,This game is definitely the gospel and holy place of the RP party.。

I said, do I want to promote the game in my dedicated cosplay group? What's the point of those guys running around all day? It's better to come to the real magic world for a run. ”

"it."

Orchid Flower quickly helped the wounded soldier in front of her to take care of the wound and put it on the bandage, and in the latter's gratitude, she got up and said to Lumina:

"This game can't last long with an invitation-only system, and the player's network is always limited, and it is likely that the number of testers will not keep up with the progress of the plot in the later stage. If you think the RP party will enjoy this game, then let them come, anyway, there are more players to push the plot.

But don't really recruit the bastards

I'm telling you, with the rigor of this game, something is really going to happen, and it's not good to involve you when the time comes. ”

——

"Bang"

More than a dozen ghouls that were frozen in the Ice Rush fell to the ground at the same time, and the freeze completely released by the Blade of the Cold Fang was not something that these ordinary necromancers could resist, but thanks to the professional expertise of the Tomb Sword Guards, after they fell to the ground, there were also death-summoning spirits rushing out and being commanded by Murphy to kill the front.

But this lethality still displeased Murphy.

He watched the chaotic battle all around him, and the tunnels leading to the "ancient area" on the second floor of the sewers were almost filled with ghouls and wraiths.

He and his young players had to clean up little by little as they did with a flood in their faces, and it wasn't until then that Murphy was finally sure that Tracey was right about the sudden outbreak of the ghoul plague.

This is no accident!

These ghouls are so fanatical about attacking all life near the underground that it is beyond the disgust of the undead creatures for the living, and there are definitely people behind them, and the doggy guy hiding in the dark underground is clearly unwilling to let Murphy and his warriors go any further and discover his secrets.

"Are you still trying to rip the ground and seal the king in my territory? You're thinking beautifully, Mr. Schemer in hiding. ”

The Vampire Lord was tired of the constant flow of ghouls and wraiths in front of him, and slaughtering these senseless enemies would not bring the joy of battle in the slightest.

So he decided to approach the problem differently.

"Stand back!"

Murphy threw a Death Grip forward, lifted the screaming ghoul into the air, and slammed it forward in a burst of psionic lightning, clearing a small area with enough Murphy to continue casting.

The "Blood Vulture Twelve" immediately retreated after being alerted by him, and then they saw Master Murphy sheath his sword, grasp the Astral Beast Tamer's Hunting Whip at his waist, and perform a special spell casting motion.

With George, the giant wolf of the astral plane who is pounced on the predator in front of him, the summoner's advanced skill extended summoning is activated!

George felt Murphy's will, and it violently slammed into a ghoul on the spot, raised its head and let out a long, desolate wolf howl, and then lit up next to it and opened a mysterious tunnel, and a fierce astral wolf stepped from the astral to the material world under the guidance of George's call.

These astral wolves are all from George's wolf pack, and they can all be counted as his companions.

The principle of the so-called 'extended summoning' is not difficult to understand, for summons such as astral wolves, which have the habit of swarming, experienced summoners can use biomarkers to summon more of their kind to form temporary groups in the material world.

Murphy's psionic pool is rapidly depleting.

When the last Astral Wolf jumped out of the summoning spell, a pack of up to 30 Astral Wolves appeared in front of him, with George as the temporary head wolf.

Their existence in the physical world is based on Murphy's psionic magic, and they can exist for up to two hours, depending on Murphy's will, but this is enough for the current situation.

"Smack"

Murphy snapped his wrist into the air with the Astral Whip, and swung his fingers forward as the blood-colored cloak shook.

The killing order is given!

The wolves then howled and pounced on the pack of ghouls blocking their way.

Best of all, ghouls who were bitten to death by wolves could still count towards Murphy's kills, which meant that the Crypt Guard's death summoning was a perfect complement to the summoner's skill at this moment, making Murphy's "herd" snowball.

Murphy's wraiths and the other party's wraiths fought and scratched in the air, letting out bursts of piercing screams that rapidly lowered the temperature around them, and in the advance of the wolves, the ghouls' obstruction was finally opened a gap.

"Blanch! Is this how summoners fight? It feels so cool to play more and less. ”

The good pigeon, who was advancing behind Murphy, said to Niu Niu beside him as he glided clumsily and prepared to unleash a wide range of psionic lightning:

"Do you think I'll turn my last class into a summoner? I want to be as strong as Master Murphy! ”

"You're going to be hairy!"

Xiao Wei Ming, who was obviously more skilled in flying next to him, sneered mercilessly while firing accurately with bullets:

"The summoner is a branch of the psyker, you have already turned the blood torturer, it is impossible to become a summoner again, this game does not have such a thing as a wash."

"There's no need."

The meow shark in the student party also persuaded:

"You see that the summoner is strong only because Lord Murphy is very strong himself, but I asked you before to touch you poor, and it is the limit for ordinary summoners to summon astral wolves at the black iron level at a maximum of ten. Don't compare the strength of NPC's skills with ours, we all have castrated monkey versions. Holy!

So much more ahead? How long will this go? ”

They followed Murphy into the sewers of the Ancient District, only to turn a corner and look ahead to see a dense swarm of ghouls blocking all paths.

At this amount, the smell of these "stinky things" alone is enough to make any normal person daunted, and the stuff like the biochemical poison field makes the little players almost numb.

I'm not afraid, it's disgusting.

That's too much.

"How many ghouls are there in the sewers?"

Happy Stick's face was also very ugly, and he grabbed his shotgun and fired a shot at him, knocking over an unlucky ghoul, and while loading, he said to the other brothers:

"How do I feel like this thing is about the same size as a group? Is it really reasonable for this little monster to brush so much? ”

"So, in this case, it's time to bring in a 'professional'."

Murphy said suddenly.

He halted his advance and called back his pack, and everyone looked back in surprise at Murphy's gaze, and soon a slender figure appeared in front of them.

"The Blackheart Demon Hunter is here!"

Khaki Tony, who was carrying a big axe, shouted too much, and was glared at by President Natalie, who strode over.

Obviously.

She didn't like this nickname of hers. What is a black heart? I know it's a bit of a no-nonsense thing to sell you for the plug-ins I'm selling you twenty times higher, but isn't that to raise money for the rebuilding of the sacred church?

Can this kind of thing for the sake of faith be called black-hearted?

"My Necessary Evil is a bit of a picky eater, it doesn't like the stinking blood tainted by death, and the relics that originate from midnight are always very disrespectful and unbeatable."

Murphy made a "please" gesture to Natalie, saying:

"Maybe it's time for the glory of the god Avalon to come here to cleanse these filthy things."

Natalie had no problem with this, and the gray-haired leader of the Adventurer's Guild reached out and grabbed the hilt of the Great Oak Blade behind his back, and said to Murphy in the dark:

"However, the Warden is clearly more interested in purifying you than the Ghouls, and is roaring foul language for me to slash you. To be honest, I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing."

"Then it looks like I'm going to get away from it."

Murphy cautiously took another step back.

He watched as Natalie walked forward and screamed at the ghoul that was coming at her, pulling out the oak blade that was taller than her man.

As the Adventurer's Guild Master whispered the god's name, a familiar and magnificent blue-green purifying fire ignited on the blade of the Elven Ritual Greatsword, far inferior in scale and concentration to its invincible stance in Old Finok's hands, but more than enough to deal with a group of ghouls.

Natalie took a deep breath, only to be almost blown out by the stench.

But she still held her sword in both hands and struck a demon-hunting sword assault stance, and after a few seconds of accumulation, she dragged her great sword like a swift shadow into the filth ahead, and the first swing of the oak blade pulled out a flaming sword light in the darkness, incinerating all the ghouls around her to ashes.

"! 666！ ”

The terrifying lethality and clearance ability made the young players cry out that they were invincible, and as Natalie, the "Ghoul Smasher", steadily advanced, the group soon reached the depths of the ancient sewers.

Unexpectedly, they actually found "acquaintances" here.

"Blanch! Cat brother? How did you get like this? ”

The happy bar quickly folded its wings and fell, helping the cat brother who was struggling to breathe after the flying ash flying in the sky.

THE FIVE WERE STILL ALIVE AT THIS POINT, BUT THEY WERE IN TERRIBLE CONDITION, AND ALMOST EVERYONE WAS ALREADY ON THE VERGE OF BEING DISCONNECTED FROM THE DEVOOS OF THE BLIGHT AND BLOODSHED AFTER THE FIERCE BATTLE.

The cat brother who was helped up couldn't even finish his words, just grabbed the hand of the happy stick and said intermittently:

"Get them out of here! There's the bad stuff people down there! There are a lot of people down there! Mistress Kudell is there! Go help him."

After speaking, Brother Cat fell into a coma as soon as he twisted his neck, and the whole person went offline instantly, as did the other brothers.

They weren't dead yet, but they wouldn't be able to play for a couple of hours because of the intensity of the loss, but Happy Stick couldn't understand what the brothers were talking about until Murphy stepped forward and pushed open a small, half-collapsed room where they were guarding.

The lord and his warriors saw twenty or thirty scrawny children curled up inside, and they looked at the men in front of them with horror.

This scene shocked everyone, there were still living people under the ghouls' rampant sewers?

"Don't be afraid, kids."

Murphy tried to be as gentle as he could.

But his pathetic 2 points of charm as a vampire really can't appease these frightened children, so he can only ask the origin of these children by relying on her 6 points of charm and the candy that she never seems to eat in her pocket.

"My lord, there is a force called the 'Rat Gang' in the cave below who has taken control of their parents."

Xiao Wei Ming came to report quickly, and she waved her fist indignantly and said:

"It's that bad thing called the Plague Rat King who is manipulating the ghouls to attack us!"

"How many people are alive down there?"

Murphy asked, and Xiao Wei Ming gestured a palm and said:

"It's more than 500, I can't tell the kids, but I think it should be a little more than that. They also said that there were many disobedient people who were fed to the ghouls by the plague rat king."

"What guts!"

A flash of scarlet flashed in Murphy's eyes, and he said coldly:

"Dare to do such a thing in my territory, no matter what the origin of this rat king is, he is obviously very kind! Such a kind of person is ready to withstand the midnight fury. Send these children up, my warriors, and inform Maxim as quickly as possible, that he should bring the chief's guards down.

The Mother of Midnight is longing for a blood sacrifice, so let's settle this matter as soon as possible. ”

(End of chapter)