Chapter 94 93. Are you planning to kill me? What a coincidence, I am doing the same thing【3360】

(Additional update for brother ‘Huo Zheng is very good’ [18/20])

On the eve of preparing to enter the Blood Vulture Corridor, the witch hunter camp was filled with a sense of solemnity. All members below Finok, the Lord of Confessions and Oaks, were preparing various items needed for tomorrow's battle.

The witch hunters who can be brought to Transia are all the elite witch hunters of the White Oak Chapter who are still alive after ten years of war. At least some of them are missing arms or legs.

Well, except for Team Natalie who joined at the last moment.

These witch hunters no longer have any special feelings about war. They regard it as a daily routine and there is no need to talk about being nervous or looking forward to it.

The silent warriors were polishing their weapons, resting their armor, and storing alchemy sword oil, potions, and bombs in categories next to the members with different responsibilities.

Some people choose to walk in the dark.

They pray under the stars to Avalon who no longer responds to them, or spend what may be their last night with their partner.

This is normal.

Witch hunters are human beings too.

They also have their own joys, sorrows, and joys, and they will naturally develop feelings for their companions who fight side by side. Fortunately, they do not need to go through a link called the 'Trial of Green Grass', so most of them still maintain their

Normal fertility.

It is a pity that because of the rebellion of the Church of Avalon, they were deprived of their social identity, and they did not dare to pray to their gods to grant a new life to this world that was no longer friendly to them.

Beside the campfire in the deepest part of the camp, Old Finock was carefully wiping the large oak blade lying across his knees with a piece of linen cloth.

Excellent weapons always require special maintenance, and the "temper" of this sword is not very good. In order to ensure that there will be no trouble in tomorrow's battle, he must calm the restlessness of the holy blade in advance.

In the past, this was of course a sacred process.

But in this time of war and chaos, it is indeed impossible to find a meditation room equipped with laurel incense and a purifying pool for him and the big oak sacred blade to use.

"Chapter Commander, are you looking for me?"

Natalie's voice sounded from the side of the campfire.

When the gray-haired Witcher came over just now to maintain her weapons, she was holding a combat sword in her hand. The newly applied sword oil exuded a slightly pungent smell. There was also a crossbow quiver on her waist.

The arrows are all treated with alchemical solution and become more deadly.

This is how witch hunters fight. Proper use of various alchemy objects and tools is a very important fighting skill for them.

"sit!"

Old Finock spoke with great care, and Natalie sat across from the bonfire.

This action made the old knight glance at her, then shook his head, picked up the box on hand and handed it over. Natalie took it with some doubts.

Opening the box, I was shocked to find a pair of staggered silver swords inside.

The blade is extremely long and is a straight blade that is good for chopping and cutting. It has a finely polished black wood handle and an oval oak hand guard. The two swords are long and short. They are obviously weapons used together.

There are also mysterious inscriptions on the blade, and there are beautiful cloud patterns on the sharp edge. The cold light reflected in the moonlight shows its outstanding lethality.

But the beautiful and chilly appearance is not the point.

The key point is that Natalie can tell the heavy aura of these two swords. They are one of the 150 imitations of the blessed holy blades produced by the Presbyterian Council of the Avalon Church over a long period of time.

In today's day and age, this is already one of the few remaining "relics" of the old religion.

"The blessed hunting sword your mother left for you has been seized. I know you will not let it wander. It is more than just a sword. But tomorrow's battle will inevitably involve facing death.

Therefore, I will temporarily lend you the weapon I used before recovering the Oak Blade."

The old knight continued to wipe the holy blade in his hand.

The fire burned between the two of them, reflecting his face that was no longer young. In the beating of the firelight, he said:

"These two knives come from outside the realm we know. During the Fourth Black Catastrophe that started in the year 1000, I was assigned by the Council of Elders to lead the Gray Knights to the Dark Mountains to snipe the wave of gnolls. There I met someone from

A warrior swordmaster of the Western Legion of the Ancient Kingdom of Callum, and learned a special forging method from him.

This pair of swords came from the weapons forged by the dwarf blacksmith of Brass Keep and me.

Maybe they weren't perfect, but that was my last impression of the terrible black disaster that lasted ten years.

They have their own names.

The short one is called 'Guardian' and the long one is called 'Sanction'. They symbolize my responsibilities in the church. However, I have no reason to wave them anymore.

You use them for me.

I hope you can find something worth protecting in the future."

Natalie listened to Old Finock's description in silence. She did not choose to refuse but closed the wooden box and carried it behind her back. She lowered her head to express her gratitude to the Chapter Leader and then got up and left.

After taking a few steps, she suddenly stopped and looked back at the old knight who was sharpening his sword by the campfire behind her.

she says:

"About Murphy. How are you going to deal with it?"

"Isn't he our 'partner'? What do you mean by that?"

The old knight asked back without raising his head.

"He is a threat! If we let it go, even if we destroy the current blood vulture, the second blood vulture will still be born from his hands!"

Natalie said categorically:

"I have never met Salokdar or other vampire archdukes, but I have personally fought against vampires, and other midnight evil spirits have never given me the same feeling as Murphy.

he.

He doesn't look like an orthodox and arrogant member of the Dark Night Familia. Hidden under that humble appearance is a soul that is hard for me to describe."

"He has the appearance of a vampire, but he also has the same thirst for knowledge, learning ability and understanding of unity as humans. He knows how to unite the members under his command.

He could even allow people with Femis' status to join his small organization.

Although his way of ruling is still very immature and still has many hidden dangers, he does not exclude the survivors and does not regard them as just food that can be kept in captivity by him."

The old knight took over Natalie's words.

While wiping the big oak blade, he said in a deep voice:

"Those humans in the survivor camp!

In the past two hundred years, I have never seen a group of humans ruled by vampires be as energetic as them. Murphy not only gave them safety, but also gave them other things.

It was those things that prompted the currently weak camp to unite and even take the initiative to fight against their former masters, and eventually build a new city with their own hands on the ruins of Cadman City.

I have no doubt about this.

And I can confirm that it will be a city that is more united, more difficult to deal with, and more dangerous than the city-state that the Blood Vulture Clan took 400 years to build!

These may be just the beginning for Murphy.

After all, in my memory, Tris is a very picky, arrogant and dangerous vampire elder, but you can also see Tris's attitude in front of Murphy. She is not the leader, Murphy is!

Natalie, your hunter senses are correct.

Murphy is dangerous.

He is not evil at all, but he is more dangerous than any arrogant and vicious vampire born in this dark land. He is just a flame now, but if left unchecked, he will soon become a wildfire and burn.

See everything in Transia.

Either illuminate the sunken history of this land, or burn everything left in this closed land to ashes.

I am very pleased with your growth. Although there must be personal grudges at work, you have indeed realized where the real danger comes from, and you have learned to use your sensitive talents appropriately."

"You saw his threats too!"

Natalie was a little excited and said in a deep voice:

"So I believe you must have a plan! Sarokdar is indeed our target, but I think we should not stop after hunting him, but eliminate the threat at the hidden stage."

"Then that's the problem, Natalie."

The old knight smiled.

He stopped to wipe the sword blade in his hand and looked at the dancing flames in front of him. After a few seconds of silence, he said:

"If Murphy is really as dangerous as we described, then why do you think that he will be unprepared for our possible future actions? You keep saying that you take him seriously, but in my opinion, you seem to

Still underestimated him.

Also, do you really think he would be kind enough to allow us to walk out of the Blood Vulture Corridor alive?

That's the holy place that the vampires have been running for 400 years!

Even if there is an oversight in Murphy's plan, I believe that the dormant Scarlet Witch will not let us come out alive.

You are still young, and you have never heard of the reputation of the Scarlet Witch.

But I've experienced the horror firsthand."

"!"

Natalie's expression suddenly changed, and she realized that she was too young.
To be continued...