My players are so fierce

Chapter 21 21. If there is no accident, then there will be an accident soon.

"Your blood servants are hard-working and tactically savvy. Although the traps they made are rough, they look pretty good."

After night fell, Miss Femis personally led several midnight hunters to patrol the planned ambush location. Her servant Mrs. Adele must have given her "slander", but after seeing sixteen of them with her own eyes, The little player made plans and the blood servants had a busy day, but the eldest lady did not reprimand Murphy.

Especially after seeing the rejection trench being widened and deepened by the blood servants and the automatic hunting crossbow placed on Murphy's carriage, the eldest lady nodded with satisfaction.

These fruitful works prove that Murphy, a peripheral member of the family, is indeed determined to do his job of luring enemies and blocking him. Even if he is only assigned the task of sending cannon fodder to death, his serious work attitude still makes the eldest lady's impression of Murphy. Greatly improved.

Since everything is serving the interests of the family now, there is no need for some unpleasant quarrels to be brought to the forefront.

This is the eldest lady's philosophy of life, and it is also what her father, the patriarch, taught her.

"This is what I should do, Miss."

Murphy responded very humbly and suggested:

"These traps are still very crudely made. After all, my blood servants are just vengeful civilians gathered in the village of Morland who were massacred by witch hunters.

They are strong-willed but lacking in skills.

Perhaps your professional hunters and psionicists can help cover up these traps to make them more effective. "

"That's exactly what I thought."

Miss Femis nodded and whispered a few words to the guards beside her. Soon, elite Midnight Hunter psychic masters came to the woods to help arrange cover.

The eldest lady held an exquisite vampire blade whip and talked to Murphy about the attack tomorrow night. She pointed in the direction of the filthy swamp and said:

"The hunters and I will hide there. The smell of the filthy swamp can provide us with the best cover. After you successfully block the enemy, we will launch a surprise attack from the flanks and rear and destroy the military supplies as quickly as possible.

By then we will engage the enemy, and you and your servants can take advantage of this gap to retreat.

The blood servants in the convoy will also participate in the attack, but the carriage is parked at the entrance of the swamp, so you only need to retreat there to escape.

After that we will drive straight back to Cadman City. "

"I see, the eldest lady is really smart. It's a simple and effective plan."

Murphy sighed in disbelief, but actually he was sneering in his heart.

Well said!

It's as easy as tricking a kid into crossing the street to get some soy sauce.

However, with the strength of his team, it is simply impossible to sustain the young lady's plan. This has made it clear that Murphy and his minions will be used as consumables.

If Murphy might have felt a little guilty for harming the eldest lady and her hunters before, then now, after hearing the eldest lady drawing a pie for him again, the remaining trace of guilt has disappeared.

It’s already this time and you’re still drawing cakes for me, right?

OK!

Then don't blame me for draining the firepower.

"You have now summoned forty-five midnight hunters. This is already a quite large force. But to be on the safe side, should you summon some more tonight?"

Murphy suggested in a low voice:

"After all, Miss, you have a distinguished status. If there is any danger during the operation, then that's okay."

"Shut up!"

One of the guards scolded:

"We are responsible for the safety of the eldest lady. Just do your job as a decoy. It is not your turn to talk about these things."

"Oh, it seems I'm worrying too much."

Murphy narrowed his eyes, maintained a decent smile, nodded gracefully to the eldest lady, then turned and left.

Watching Murphy go to join his servants who were busy outside, Miss Femis wrinkled her delicate nose and said to the two powerful guards beside her:

"Your Excellency Murphy is also a member of the Blood Vultures and has devoted himself to the family. Please speak politely."

"We are already very polite, Miss."

The guard called Qu and said:

"Ever since the war situation worsened, you have been commanding the Midnight Hunters for guerrilla defense. You have not returned to Cadman City for a long time. You don't know how the compatriots in the city humiliated him and his elders.

Even humans laugh at them.

If I were miserable Murphy, I would have walked away. "

"His elder is Tris"

Miss Femis thought of the dissolute former family elder whom she had seen several times in her mind. She had a very bad impression of Tris, so she shook her head and stopped talking about this topic.

But she thought about it and said to the two guards:

"Murphy's suggestion makes some sense. We don't know the specific escort force of the other party's transportation supplies, so we still need to act safely and summon more midnight hunters to come to the swamp!

Make our number up to sixty before we move tomorrow night! "

"As you command, young lady!"

On the other side, Murphy approached the foxhole where the young players were resting. Sixteen young players had already logged out of 8 student parties.

Today is the last day of rest. They have classes tomorrow so they can't stay up late.

Among the remaining eight people, Brother Mingmiao generously gave holidays to four members of his studio. The two middle-aged men, the dump truck man and the forklift man, did not have to think about going to work at all. In the end, the onboard happiness came Bang is a freelancer, and they are gathering together to think about tomorrow night's battle and do the final check and fill in the gaps.

Seeing Murphy coming over, Mew Miao, who was gnawing a red wild fruit in his hand, immediately stood up and reported:

"Mr. Murphy, we have completed the planning of the position. The next thing is left to the blood servants. We have also unified the time. Please make two summonses at dusk and eight o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Your warriors There will be a fight for you and the Great Plan then.”

"Thank you for your hard work, my warriors."

Murphy nodded and said to the young players:

"I still lack some materials to maintain the summoning effect for a long time so that you can stay in this world for a long time, but don't worry, I already have news about those materials.

Maybe soon you will be able to get rid of this dilemma of passively waiting for the call. "

Murphy skillfully drew a pie and sat down with the little players.

This action made the players a little cautious. After all, the NPC must not understand what they were talking about.

However, a few minutes later, after Mew Mew finished chewing the fruit and boasted about his last visit to the store, which made a group of old men laugh tacitly, Murphy suddenly asked:

"What do you mean by 'washing feet and visiting shops'? Is this some kind of custom in your world?"

"!!!"

The little players who were laughing all widened their eyes, showing expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

Damn, this NPC is too smart, right? Not only can you understand but you can also ask questions?

But how can anyone answer this embarrassing question?

Seeing the uncomfortable expressions of the little players, Murphy laughed wildly in his heart but still maintained the poise that an NPC should have. He showed a smile and said softly:

"I can probably guess the answer by looking at your expressions. There are just a few things that can make men who are usually conflicted laugh so happily at the same time.

In fact, there are similar facilities in Cadman City, ranging from low-end to high-end. If you can afford the price and are lucky, some bold and unrestrained vampire dancers will not mind spending the night with you.

Of course, you may have to pay a little more 'price' for this.

If there is a chance in the future."

"That's what I need to do to broaden my horizons, and write a masterpiece like "The Illustrated Guide to Customs of Girls from Another World"."

Brother Mingmiao grinned and threw the core aside. His expression changed slightly and he rubbed his belly and said:

"I feel a little sick in my stomach. Where is the toilet?"

"There are toilets everywhere around you. Find a place to deal with it yourself, or do you want me to rub a toilet for you?"

The dump truck snorted, and when he saw Meow Meow getting up and rushing out, clutching his stomach, he said in a strange tone:

"Does this game really even have an excretory function?"

"Although I don't know what the 'game' you have been talking about means, I can confirm that your bodies in this world are physical projections composed of spiritual energy, just like other summoned alien creatures."

Murphy glanced at the fruit core next to him and explained in a long voice:

"The free spirit can simulate the entity in full mimicry, allowing you to feel pain and have complete five senses. Naturally, you will also be attacked by certain diseases.

I just wanted to say that in my memory, the fruit picked up by Mr. Meow Meow seems to cause severe dysentery after eating it. "

He glanced at the little players with horrified faces and said softly:

“Therefore, before confirming that you have some experience in wild survival, remember not to eat anything you pick up in the wild. Diarrhea is just one of the easiest situations to deal with.

My warriors, it’s time for you to go back to your own world, otherwise my poor warrior King Meow Meow may suffer more gastrointestinal and disease torture.

Get good rest and be well prepared.

In the name of victory, we will see you on the battlefield tomorrow night. "

——

After a busy night, when the sun set the next day, Murphy was still in the forest urging the blood servants to complete the last bit of fortification.

Considering that the opponent might have cavalry, Murphy asked the blood servants to dig some horse traps. This greatly increased the workload of the blood servants and made them even more disgusted with Murphy, a marginalized member of the family.

But today, Mrs. Adele, who had at least an E, did not conflict with Murphy again.

Probably because of Miss Femis' instructions, she even came to the forest in person to supervise the work of the blood servants. She even took the initiative to say hello to Murphy and said a few commonplace words.

This plays into Murphy's hands.

The hottest time of the afternoon came quietly while they were busy in the forest. Just like yesterday, under the escort of Maxim, Miriam carefully climbed into the carriage where the witch hunter captives were.

Natalie and the other three witch hunters today are even more miserable than yesterday.

Apparently she had gone through another round of torture last night. After the huntress was woken up by Miriam, she saw the red-haired blood servant in front of her taking out a cylindrical object from her bra and handing it to her.

Huntress is very familiar with this gadget.

She was subdued by this inconspicuous little thing in Moreland Village, but then she shook her head and pursed her lips at the bloody veteran on the other side of the carriage.

Signing Miriam to give the guy one too.

There are two vampire torturers guarding them here. With her current injury, it is impossible for her to succeed in a sneak attack at the same time.

Miriam curled her lips and painfully took out her last powerful anesthesia device.

These were the ones his mentor left for him for self-defense when he dropped out of Shard University and returned home. Each one was the work of a halfling engineering master.

If she hadn't had good grades, a promising future, and a clever person, the instructor wouldn't have been able to give her a gift.

I was given two in total, each of which can be used three times. They were originally meant to guard against the "specialty" vampires in Transia, but they were all used on witch hunters.

What bad luck!

But thinking of the current situation and Murphy's promise, Miriam gritted her teeth, crawled over and put the last anesthesia device into the hands of the veteran named Norman.

This guy is much worse than Natalie.

There is almost no good piece of meat on his upper body, his throat has been cut and sewn shut, and a bone seems to have been removed from his chest, which makes people deeply feel the perversion and madness of these vampires.

This scene made Miriam's eyes tremble.

She knew that if she fell into the hands of a vampire, she would probably end up like this. By comparison, Murphy seemed to be a very gentle vampire.

Hmm, maybe that's why he's despised by his other compatriots? Because not vicious enough, dark enough, cunning enough, not vampire enough?

Miriam thought so and stretched out her hand to loosen the restraints of the two prisoners a little to ensure that their sneak attack at night would be as successful as possible.

After doing all this, just like yesterday, Miriam took out a pen and paper, wrote down the action plan that Murphy had learned from Miss Femis, and put it in front of Natalie's eyes to show her.

"The vampires are ambushing you at the edge of the filthy swamp. You will be left at the entrance of the swamp. Make a loud noise to attract the attention of the transportation team. We will place two barrels of kerosene outside the carriage in advance."

After finishing writing, Miriam confirmed with her eyes that Natalie understood the message and then left quickly. The red-haired girl's heart was beating loudly.

She could understand that it was all coming to a decisive end.

"Give me a weapon!"

She said something to Maxim who was escorting her to the forest. The loyal blood servant looked at Miriam in surprise and said:

"Mr. Murphy asked me to protect you. You are not good at fighting."

"I don't want to put my life in the hands of a vampire worshiper who can't even add and subtract within a hundred on his fingers."

Miriam wrapped her scarlet cloak tightly around her body and whispered:

"The weapons I want are not for hurting others. If you and your master Murphy fail, I can at least choose to end my own life to prevent myself from falling into a more miserable situation."

"You should have some faith in us."

Maxim took off the dwarf shotgun he had kept from behind and handed it to Miriam. He said:

"You should have confidence in Mr. Murphy. He is a wise man who has stepped out of the shadows and is about to write his own legend."

Miriam looked at Maxim with a look that looked like a fool, she curled her lips and said:

"What is legendary or not? Let's survive first. If he really becomes a legend in the future, then I will definitely write a book for him, okay? Alas, I have a chance to survive with a vampire. Tell me about this. Students who have high ambitions but low ambitions will definitely not believe it.

Who can believe this! "