Chapter 8 8. Now that you are in another world, you have to get used to the fact that your plans cannot keep up with the pace of change.

Although dawn is coming and the environment is about to enter daytime, which will seriously weaken vampires, it is still the darkest moment of the day. The blessing of night makes Murphy's senses far beyond normal.

After hearing the gunfire, he and Maxim immediately rushed to the scene of the incident. As they got closer, the extraordinary sensitivity of the creature allowed him to capture a slight noise under a cellar in front of him that was suppressed by corpses.

There are people hiding there!

Still a woman!

Murphy smelled a faint scent of perfume in the blood-smelling village. It was not strong but made him squint his eyes and put his left hand on the hilt of the scarlet cage sword at his waist.

This weapon once used by Mother Tris is filled with the artistic bacteria of the Vampires that have nowhere to hide, and the cage-shaped handguards are engraved with exquisite vulture patterns.

This is the symbol of Blood Vulture as one of the seven vampire clans.

Its name is "The Blade of the Desire Clan", and "Desire" is the original sin of the Blood Eagle Clan.

This is a rather strange concept in the traditional vampire culture. Each of the seven major clans has a corresponding original sin to show their identity as "eternal sin descendants".

"boom"

Murphy arrived and heard gunshots again.

The sound of the gun was low, and it was fired from the cellar, sending wood chips flying all over the board. Three young players were already hiding nearby and started shouting loudly.

"Hey, isn't this a game with a fantasy background? Why is there such an outrageous thing as a gun?"

The leader, Big Pigeon, was covering his head. His forehead was bleeding. It seemed that he was almost shot by a bullet just now. This guy was really lucky and he was able to dodge the bullets.

"You ask me, who am I asking? This is my first time to play such an exciting game. It's like I jumped from a wizard to a big cousin! Just now I was fighting with a witch hunter, but now I have to play

American-style living together.”

Ah Yun hid on the other side of the cellar and vomited fiercely. The Cuckoo Chicken had just recovered its eyesight and was about to move in with half a sword in hand, but Ah Yun held him firmly.

The opponent has a gun, so you can't fight hard!

Gotta be smart.

"My ignorant warriors, do you think our world is a place ruled by a group of primitive people?"

Murphy came over and signaled his rookie player warriors not to panic. While pushing away the body pressed against the cellar, he explained to the three rookies:

"The Brass Dwarves have records of using firearms as early as 400 AD when they laid the first bricks for the Brass Fortress, and the Sealand Kingdom to which these witch hunters belong also fully introduced them when they began military reforms in 1040

The country acquired the weapons of the dwarves, and 40 years of reforms allowed that country to grow fangs of steel. In just one year, it annexed another country to form the current Plantagenet Kingdom.

What I want to say is that this world is much more complicated than what you see.

You should be more humble."

"What year is it now?"

Ah Yu, the sixth brother in the dormitory who is the most studious and has the best grades, couldn't help but ask. Murphy glanced at him and said:

"This is the tenth year of the Ten Years' War, August 1111, but the knowledge of history will be discussed later."

He made a gesture to silence himself, then stood to the side and stretched out his hand to hold down the cellar door and said in a long voice:

"Girl, are you coming out on your own? Or should I catch you out?"

His voice, weak and hoarse due to the weakness caused by drinking poisonous blood, seemed to take on a different kind of evil at this moment, like an evil cat about to catch a poor mouse and inflict unfortunate torture on it.

But the next second, Murphy keenly heard the sound of bullets being loaded below the cellar, which made the unlucky vampire jump back two steps.

"boom"

There was a muffled sound, and the cellar door was hit again by a hot copper bullet, causing wood chips to fly everywhere, and a woman's panicked and angry scream in the darkness.

It's obvious that she hates vampires very much.

Murphy did not step forward immediately and waited for the other party to load the bullet for several seconds. After confirming the loading time, he continued to knock on the cellar door to deceive the other party into taking a shot before rushing in.

Jumping into the darkness along the broken door of the cellar, the woman in front of him who kept retreating in the darkness also had light spots in his eyes, like infrared perspective.

This woman's blood must be clean.

This made the vampire feel hungry.

He licked his lips and stepped forward. He didn't even need to draw his sword and waved away the heavy shotgun in the woman's hand. He grabbed her neck and pushed her back against the cellar wall.

Amid the dust, the power of extraordinary creatures was undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

Although it is a little difficult to use when facing witch hunters, it can be used to bully ordinary people as easily as chopping melons and vegetables. Just the trajectory of Murphy's rapid movement in the dark is not something this girl can capture.

Faced with such speed, guns and bullets cannot protect themselves even in the hands of ordinary people.

"ah!"

The young girl who was choked by Murphy screamed.

Her face was smeared with black ash, and her long skirt was in tatters. Murphy glanced around and found the body of a witch hunter in the cellar.

The latter's pants had been pulled down to the crook of his legs, and there was a dagger stuck in his chest, and half of his head was blown to pieces.

Well, it seems that something happened here before they arrived that cannot be explained in detail. No wonder only five of a team of six witch hunters have appeared now.

It turns out that the last one here was looking for a flower girl and ended up falling over.

The smell of blood in the cellar stimulated Murphy's eyes to glow slightly red. Feeling the girl's struggle in his hands, he seemed to be able to see with his naked eyes the hot blood flowing in the girl's veins under her fair skin. This made the canine teeth in Murphy's mouth tremble.

Starting to get excited.

His weak body thirsted for blood.

But when he noticed that the three little players were still watching from above, Murphy immediately came back to his senses, waved her hand and threw her out. The latter was so frightened that she rushed out of the cellar and crawled, but was blocked by the three outside.

The "Warrior" caught him red-handed.

"Snapped"

Amidst the piercing screams outside the cellar, a light slap hit his face, making the bloodthirsty desire subside. Murphy squatted down in the dark, picked up the shotgun, and placed it on the hunting machine.

Search the corpse of the witch for a usable ammo pouch.

"You're not a monster! Murphy!"

Murphy warned himself in the dark:

"You can't go back after sucking the blood of such an innocent person. I guess you don't want to see a 25-man land reclamation group knocking on the door in the future. Hmm?"

While he was trying to convince himself, he reached out his hand and touched something in the dead witch hunter's pocket.

The blood-stained small scroll was spread out in front of his eyes. A handsome portrait of him was printed in it, and specific information was marked below. Those bright words made Murphy frown.

Important targets, kill without mercy?

"grass!"

This portrait made Murphy realize the seriousness of the problem.

Although he knew that he was sent by the patriarch to be bait and cannon fodder, it was one thing for the patriarch to have sinister intentions. It was another thing that his precise portrait fell into the hands of a witch hunter just one day after he left the city.

Regardless of unpredictable psychic means, if calculated based on time, it is basically equal to Murphy's identity, specific information and specific journey before he set off!

Otherwise, it would be unexplainable that they would come to Moreland Village in advance to set up an ambush.

What happened tonight was not Murphy's misfortune at all, this was a fucking trap specially set for him! If it hadn't been for the heroic rescue of a young player, his life would have been decided here!

There is a traitor in the Blood Eagle Clan!

And he is also a traitor who can directly obtain the contents of the orders given by the clan leader.

"No wonder Tris told me to run away quickly. On the surface, the Blood Vulture Clan seems to have a great advantage in its own territory, but in fact, it is almost being penetrated into a sieve. This is not a big deal!"

Murphy felt a surge of anger in his heart,

He suppressed his anger and walked out of the cellar with a cold face. He first arranged for the three players to continue searching for valuable things in the village, and then made a gesture to Maxim who tied the strange girl with a rope.

The two of them and a "spare blood pack" entered a house that had not yet collapsed.

The flames on the other side of the village have weakened and will probably go out in a few dozen minutes, but no one cares about the fire anymore, not even the little players.

Murphy handed the witch hunter scroll marked with his portrait to Maxim, who took it in his hand and looked at it, his eyes widened, and he exclaimed:

"There is really a traitor in the clan? It's unimaginable."

Maxim's words made Murphy roll his eyes.

Hey, brother, you haven't gone through the first embracing ceremony and you are still a human being. Why do you keep saying "clan" in your mouth? Are you more loyal than me, the real blood vulture?

"The situation has changed subtly now, Maxim."

Murphy sat on a lame chair, rubbing his forehead and thinking about the current situation, trying to come up with a countermeasure using his more than ten years of social experience.

He said to the nervous Maxim:

"Witch hunters, these bastards trained by the old religion, have always been famous in the mainland for their ferocity and precision in hunting. They have smelled my scent and will not give up before biting my throat. If I run now, I will fall into their hands.

, maybe even the surrounding witch hunters are already approaching here."

His white fingers tapped lightly on the ashes-covered table, and the messy information in his mind was smoothed out as he thought.

Just like database mobilization, key information is extracted and combined.
To be continued...