My players are so fierce

Chapter 264 263. The ancient hatred is added tonight - an update for "Huo Zheng is very good" brother [1320]

"The shameless blood vulture colluded with the witch hunters! The power of Avalon is shrouded here, and we suffered heavy casualties!"

Wolfsbane's roar echoed in the dark sewers, representing a drastic change in the battle situation. After the Witch Hunter faction joined the Dark Hunt, the original suppression of the Blood Vulture remnants by the Wolfsbane Vanguard has been reversed, and as the battle between Korando and Murphy prolonged, the Wolfsbane Warriors were defeated in all directions. Their situation became precarious.

This makes Mark Korando, who leads a group of elites to attack everywhere, and is invincible, feel more and more heavy.

They had already killed many of the blood vulture's elite blood servants, but this cold and cruel death not only failed to scare the other party, but instead made them more and more fierce.

The same hatred and hatred are being played out in an extremely "thrilling" way in the sewers where murderous intentions are hidden. Mark Corando has seen those crazy "blood servants" holding bombs and dying together with the Son of Wolfsbane more than once.

He couldn't imagine the mental state of these guys!

You are fucking blood servants!

He has never seen any blood servant on Greene Island be so fanatical about vampires, and are these sons of blood vultures really not afraid of death?

This is not right!

No matter how tenacious the human spirit is, it is impossible to completely ignore the threat posed by death, but these guys in front of them are not only ignoring death, they are even despising and laughing at death.

"Evil magic!"

A wolfsbane psychic master next to Mark cursed:

"The bloody vulture clan must have used some kind of magic that we can't understand to transform their descendants. They are so crazy! It's like they have been castrated from all fearful emotions. I can't feel anything but fanaticism and weirdness in their hearts. Besides the joy, there is no wave at all, they are like a group."

"The big bomb that eats my human flesh!"

Before she could finish her words, she heard a loud roar from a broken gong's voice, and then a young player whose body was covered with alchemical bombs and had all been ignited jumped out from the corner in front with red eyes.

This guy is also holding two ignited Molotov cocktails in his hands, making his attacks look like Crazy Ivan.

"Brother Zhongzhong! No! You rush too fast. We can't keep up with you and add blood to you, you lunatic!"

There was a group of young players shouting behind them, but they couldn't stop the death attack launched by the crazy guy in front of them.

Mark saw him. As a descendant of Wolfsbane, he didn't see any fear in the crazy eyes of the madman in front of him. There seemed to be something he couldn't understand in the crazy eyes.

Excited to give it a try?

Hello!

Please wake up!

Do you know what you are doing now? ! !

"boom"

At the same time that Mark's staff sword pierced Brother Zhongzhong's heart, the "added" explosive bombs on the latter's body also detonated at this moment.

Terrifying flames rose and corrosive venom and poisonous smoke erupted. The spilled liquid was too viscous and began to burn when it touched the hairy skin of Mark and the psionicist next to him.

It cannot be extinguished at all.

"ah!"

The psionicist screamed and fell to the ground. Mark Korando tried to grab her but she waved him away.

"Let's go! Let's go!"

The female thug screamed at Mark:

"They are all a bunch of lunatics! The Blood Vultures don't care about their life or death. They don't care about themselves. We have been fooled! This is a death trap left for us. Run!"

"Run? Where are you going to run?"

The gloomy and brutal sound was accompanied by the shattering and explosion of the wall behind him. Mark Korando turned around and saw Maxim appearing in the darkness. He was holding a Wolfsbane warrior who had been beaten to death in one hand, and the dust was scattered everywhere. The ancient wall was kicked open, and Lady Adele and her heir Dorothy also quietly appeared from the dark flank.

On the other side, the manticore's excited roar foreshadowed something ominous. As Mo Niqiong and Brother Belly were chasing each other with joy on their faces, the two of them had rushed out under the leadership of "Crazy Bonnie", the chief guard of the Grand Duke, and blocked the place. The last breakout direction in the Sifang Land.

Wolfsbane can't fly!

These powerful elite monsters are obviously unable to escape!

The young players looked at the obviously unusual equipment on Mark Korando in front of them, and their eyes in the darkness lit up with greed that had never been concealed.

Even though they had just lost many companions, they did not seem to feel the slightest emotion about this death.

This unique and penetrating gaze made Mark Korando shudder.

He suddenly realized that what he knew about the blood vulture seemed to be limited to the hatred in the past, and the current blood vulture had long been reborn and different.

No!

They are no longer even the vampires they are familiar with, no longer the traditional and disgusting Midnight Children. They are more like a group of monsters wearing vampire skins.

No one can imagine what kind of crazy stuff was stuffed under that body.

Dad made a terrible mistake!

Mark Korando sighed in his heart, and he drew out his staff and sword. At this moment, he thought in his mind that not only his father, but the entire Gray Claw faction seemed to have made a serious mistake.

They had no doubts about the weakness of the blood vultures, but the family seemed to be reborn in a weird way that they could not even imagine.

No.

Rather than "reborn", perhaps it is more appropriate to call it "resurrection"?

Such an explanation makes tonight's failure seem justified. After all, no matter how ferocious the Wolfsbane clan's warriors are, they are still normal people. How could these normal people be the opponents of a group of lunatics who cannot be judged by common sense?

On the other side, near the old sewer area.

The eldest lady Femis is performing the final "ritual" here. According to Murphy's previous instructions, she will use the spiritual energy of fossilized mud to re-seal the crack leading to the three-layer cave.

This means that the gnoll vanguards and a small number of Wolfsbane warriors who are still fighting the ghouls in the three floors below will be completely sealed inside.

Femis understood why Murphy did this, she just felt that this treatment was somewhat cold.

Although she had ruthlessly killed several Wolfsbane bastards who tried to kill her in the previous battle, the well-read eldest lady obviously understood the weaknesses of the Wolfsbane bastards better than Murphy.

They are the strongest warriors in the vampire clan who are good at melee combat.

But he is also the player who is weakest in the manipulation of dark psychic energy. This is normal. There is always a focus on strength. If you want everything, you will often get nothing.

The abandonment of psychic blessings allowed the Wolfsbane clan to reach the pinnacle in melee combat, and the ancestral power of their unique "Wild Thing" enhanced their excellent lethality in melee combat.

You can hardly say that this is a wrong choice. After all, the appalling battle loss ratio between the two sides in the sewer at this time has proved the rationality of Wolfsbane's survival strategy.

If it weren't for the powerful young players who are not afraid of death and use suicidal tactics to contain Wolfsbane's rage, the pitiful number of NPC vampires alone would have been defeated and devoured by Korando's wolves. .

Korando didn't rush into the trap on his own initiative!

The cruel and vicious leader had considered everything before coming in, except that he could not understand the unique existence of the alien spirits.

And it was this that doomed them to failure.

"But it's not his fault either."

While casting the spell, the eldest lady thought in her heart:

"Korando has done enough, who would have thought that Murphy could summon aliens who are not afraid of death to contribute to the rise of Transia? This is completely, in his words, cheating means."

"I feel that you are slandering me. Although I don't know why you sympathize with the enemy, I must explain that this is just the most appropriate method at the moment."

Just as Femis's association unfolded, Murphy's voice also sounded from behind.

The eldest lady looked back and saw that Murphy was striding over with two swords in his hands, cold teeth in his left hand, gray claws in his right hand, and a buzzing Necessary Evil suspended beside him.

The magic sword looked very angry.

And the three sharp blades were dripping with blood, proving that they had just feasted on the suffering of others.

"How is the situation going?"

The eldest lady asked, Murphy shrugged and said:

"Judging from the battle loss ratio alone, we suffered heavy casualties. A quarter of the more than 300 Wolfsbane warriors were dealt with, but there are not a few of my warriors left. Three of Maxim's heirs died. Of the two, Adele only had two servants left, Dorothy and Dana, and half of the unlucky little widow Mary's group died.

Fortunately, the Blood Knights and Thorn Assassins are elite enough, and Leonia's cover is enough to allow our clansmen who are attacked again to evacuate to a safe place.

Alas, the already miserable Blood Eagle Clan is now even worse.

If Tris and I weren't cold-blooded enough and didn't care about the casualties of our clan members, tonight's melee alone would have been enough to wipe out the last bit of vitality of the Blood Vulture clan.

Korando is a formidable opponent.

He could drag the blood vultures with him to hell to achieve his ambition. Unfortunately, in the morning three days later, those fearless heroes will return to this land alive and kicking.

So rounding it off and ignoring the ‘necessary losses’ of the old days, we can proudly claim that we have achieved an outstanding victory! Therefore, I also want to ask you, Femis, what do you think of the future I have chosen for the Blood Vulture Clan? "

"I couldn't understand it, but I was shocked."

The eldest lady curled her lips and waved the Ye Xiao staff in her hand.

The last crack was sealed with flowing stone slurry, completely sealing the roars of gnolls and ghouls coming from below in the stratum.

When it is opened again, there will be only death and desolation inside.

"I can't imagine what kind of madness our clan will become if the Blood Vulture Clan has 500 such 'alien vampires'. But I can be sure that once the number exceeds 5,000, then the Blood Vulture Clan will He will become the most deviant among the seven clans."

The eldest lady was quite pessimistic about this future, but Murphy was not as sentimental as she was. He shook his head and said:

"We will also become the most powerful members of the seven clans, and even the blood alliance knights under the Lord will bow before us!

Even more than just spreading the name of the Blood Vulture, Tris has been conducting in-depth research on the psychic projection composition of the warriors.

Perhaps she will be able to bring us more surprises soon.

Can you imagine?

Femis, when my warriors can walk on the earth as wolfsbane or thorns or even blood alliance knights, as dwarves, elves and halflings."

"That would ruin Transia's reputation, good or bad. Fortunately, we don't have much of a reputation to begin with."

Femis rolled her eyes. The eldest lady didn't want to think about this terrible future.

Her work here has ended. Murphy walked with her into the deep sewers. At their feet lay four or five twisted Wolfsbane warriors, all of whom had been twisted and torn into pieces by mysterious psychic techniques. The pale wolf bat statue.

While walking, Murphy whispered:

"I suddenly realized that my use of psychic powers is too shallow, and I will ask you to teach me more in the future."

"Why do you still want to learn from me when you have Tris, a psychic master, by your side?"

The eldest lady said in surprise:

"Can't Tris teach you? It's impossible. You two have been inseparable all day long."

"I just don't want to be ridiculed as a fool by her."

Murphy sighed and said:

“Trish is so venomous, and she always likes to make things difficult for me.

Don't worry, I'm a summoner, and the psychic spells I need to learn are more manipulative and containment techniques, so I won't waste too much of your energy. "

"No, I'm happy to help."

The eldest lady brushed her long hair and said:

"Whether you realize it or not, you are now the absolute core of the Blood Eagle Clan, and I will do my best to meet all your needs.

I also hope to see the name of Blood Vulture reverberating under midnight.

And you!

You are the person most likely to do this in the shortest time, so when you are free, I will teach you the most basic psychic control techniques.

Let’s start with the variant skills that can be extended by your unique ‘Death Grip’.”

"Ouch!"

A shrill howl spread throughout the sewers at this moment, interrupting the eldest lady's words, causing her to subconsciously hold the Ye Xiao staff tightly, while Murphy was neither sad nor happy.

He looked at the uneasy darkness ahead, and then glanced at the gray claw staff sword in his hand.

He whispered:

"Korandor is dead, the Gray Claw faction is finished, well, ambition is dead, but it will nourish another soul and allow the winner to embark on a thorny road.

I was truly honored to witness this. "

"You handed him over to Andre?"

The eldest lady immediately read the true meaning of Murphy's words, and she said in surprise:

"I thought you would deal with Korando yourself. After all, he challenged you, and your character will not refuse."

"I know how to share, Miss Femis."

Murphy smiled in the darkness and said quietly:

"It is painful to want to monopolize all beautiful things. Only by sharing can you get happiness. What's more, hatred is meaningless if you don't share it.

Let's go.

Join me in applauding the victors. "

——

Corando is dead.

He was almost completely frozen into an ice sculpture, which was the final death achieved by freezing his flesh and blood essence under the constant release of the winter spirit power.

Faced with an enemy that could not be killed by a sword, Count Andrei adopted the most direct and effective method he could think of.

Of course, he also sacrificed a lot to achieve this.

"Your Highness!"

The loyal servant Vesta, who was covered in blood, rushed into the darkness and saw Andre slumped under the frozen wolf bat ice sculpture at a glance.

The latter's left arm was bitten off entirely, and his chest was torn open to the point where his internal organs could even be seen. In order not to weaken further, he could only freeze his wounds to heal slowly.

At this time, the Earl of White Mountain's hair, eyebrows and newly grown beard have turned into pure white in the north wind. This is the change caused by pushing the winter essence of the wilderness blood to the extreme.

The bloodline of Hero King Boris has its own magic, but Earl White Mountain still gave everything he had for this hard-won victory.

His second Cold Fang Blade broke.

The broken blade pierced the forehead of Corando behind him, and in Andre's hand was a silver vampire heart frozen like a gem in the cold winter.

"Don't touch me, let me stand up on my own"

Vesta stepped forward to help his count but was rejected by Andre. The young vampire was extremely weak, but his eyes were full of joy and joy after victory.

He used the broken sword to support his body and stood up, and tremblingly patted the special ice sculpture behind him. The Gray Claw Commander, who had completely transformed into the true form of a wolf bat, was frozen at the end of his life in an extremely real and brutal image. This is A legendary scene that no matter how powerful an engraver is, cannot replicate it.

"This will be the best gift"

Andre looked at his work with satisfaction, and then handed the frozen vampire heart in his hand to Vesta. He ordered:

"You personally send this heart and this ice sculpture back to Beifeng Castle and into the Ice Palace. The heart of Korando is presented as a gift to ancestor Shani's 371st birthday, and the Gray Claw ice sculpture is a gift from me to my sister. Collection, she will love this timeless imprint of a moment of triumph fashioned from the death of an enemy.

Vesta, you have to deliver them yourself. "

Earl Baishan warned:

"This will allow our faction to be reborn."

"You will live up to your trust!"

The loyal servant swore extremely seriously, and then asked two thorn maids to help the earl leave. When he walked out of the dark tunnel, he saw Murphy in front of him and Femis next to him.

Count Cadman looked up and down at the miserable Andre, while Count White Mountain, who was no longer as elegant and solemn as before, tried to straighten his back.

"Yes, from the perspective of a soldier and commander, you are already very qualified."

Murphy applauded.

He turned the lifelike gray wolf-headed staff sword in his hand and handed it to Andre with one hand. He said:

"But how can the commander-in-chief not have a weapon that fits his hand? I give it to you. Congratulations on your ambition defeating the ambition of others."

"This thing is quite precious."

Andre said hoarsely:

"I thought you knew how to collect it."

"I have no interest in these external things."

Murphy waved his hand and said:

"I only want victory! Yes, victory alone is enough to soothe my generous heart. Ah, the ancient hatred is added to the night tonight, listen, the wheel of hatred begins to turn again."