My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank-Chapter 61 - 22

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Night Battle in the Swamp_2

61: 22.

Night Battle in the Swamp_2

The vampire was quite nervous himself.

But after a glance at the character card which showed his mastery in the Blood Vulture swordsmanship and an already level 8 character occupation rank, a surge of confidence emerged from him.

In these two days and two nights, aside from sleeping and interactions with minor players, the rest of the time was spent enhancing his swordsmanship skills.

At last, he made a breakthrough, proving his potential was also being unearthed.

If only he could survive tonight…

With narrowed eyes, Murphy peered at the woodland in the dark night, clenching his fist and hammering it against his chest.

No, he must survive!

He wanted to return home victorious, Cui Si was still waiting for him.

“Maxim, get ready!”

Murphy said to his faithful servant guarding the front:

“Once we cross this hurdle, no one can stop us from making a name for ourselves.”

The tall servant responded in a low voice:

“Yes, master, I have never doubted this.”

Meanwhile, at the entrance camp to the Polluted Swamp, two Blood Vulture Clan vampire interrogators were ready to start their “entertainment” for the night.

The lean figure in the carriage picked up a sharp knife made for bone extraction.

He stared at Natalie, the huntress before him who was panting with her head down.

He pressed the blade against her filthy waist and gloomily said:

“You hunting dogs have hard bones.

It’s been three days and you still don’t want to talk.

But do you know what?

I actually don’t wish you to give in too easily.

The more stubborn you are, the more delighted I am.

Because the truth and the answers are not among my expectations.

What I enjoy is your pain.”

“Puff”

The sharp blade stabbed into flesh, sharply cutting through the scabbed wound.

Natalie’s body twitched a bit and the scent of fresh blood made the interrogator licked his blood-red lips.

He moved closer to Natalie’s face and said in a hoarse voice:

“Hang in there, little girl.

The night is still long, and I yearn for more fun.”

“Battle…

battle group is at…”

Natalie murmured a few words, seemingly unable to hold on and wanted to reveal the news.

The interrogator was disgusted by her weak stance but the little miss was still waiting for the news, so he moved closer to Natalie’s mouth, hoping to hear more clearly.

“Bang”

Her blood-stained left hand broke free from the loosened handcuff.

The half-body man’s anesthesia device held in her palm hit the switch, and a thin spike shot out and pierced the neck of the vampire in the next second.

Natalie mustered all her strength and stabbed it into the vampire’s blood vessel, making him let out a cry before stumbling backwards.

The anesthesia worked incredibly fast, with no reduction in effectiveness on the extraordinary creatures.

It caused the interrogator’s muscles to relax and he knelt on the ground.

This disturbance immediately attracted the attention of another figure at the door.

He rushed forward to strangle Natalie who was trying to escape, only to be caught off guard by a surprise attack from the old soldier Norman from behind.

With the last bit of strength, he stabbed the second anesthesia device into his spine.

Although vampires are extraordinary beings, their body structures are very similar to humans.

Their spine is also a critical spot.

The anesthesia worked even faster, causing the figure to collapse on the ground.

Natalie had unlocked her right-hand handcuff.

She collapsed on the ground but mustered her strength to pull out the bone extraction knife stuck under her ribs.

Then, she pounced onto the two vampires and there was a moment of silence while she relentlessly thrust the knife downwards.

Spurts of blood stained her entire body bright red, making her look like a demon climbing out of hell.

A few minutes later, the four captives climbed out of the carriage reeking of blood.

Natalie found two cans of gasoline that were specifically left there.

She glanced at the carriage behind her.

Without holy materials, just using weapons would not kill the vampires completely.

Those two vicious creatures would recover soon.

In their current state, they couldn’t escape at all.

“Use fire!

Burn them to death!”

Porter, the one-armed old soldier with a severed leg said between gritted teeth:

“I’ll stay behind, you guys go!

Norman, Ambo, take Little Natalie and go!”

“Shut up!”

The female huntress snapped back.

She twisted the lid off the gasoline can with great effort and splashed the fuel onto the carriage behind her.

She limped forward and said weakly but determinedly:

“No one can stay behind!

Either we leave together or we die together!

Hurry!

Ignite this place, the bigger the fire the better.

Golden Flower Kingdom’s transport team is passing through the Smugglers’ Forest, the vampires are planning an ambush on them!

Sound the alarm!

The fire must be big enough for them to see!

Get to work!”

The other three didn’t say a word, enduring their pain and gathering whatever they could to start a fire.

Ordinary humans with such injuries would’ve succumbed to death, if not for a witch hunter’s superior physical condition and their affinity for natural psychic power that sped up the healing process.

Soon, a fire was blazing at the entrance of the swamp campsite.

The sparks licked around the oil-soaked shed, momentarily illuminating the entire camp.

The two vampires trapped inside the carriage shouted in horror as they awkwardly crawled out of the flaming structure, only to be brutally kicked back in by the elder soldiers standing guard.

Old Norman watched with satisfaction as the cursed creatures screamed in the blaze.

The light from the fire illuminated his wounded face.

Behind him, the three witch hunters stood as if in mourning for their fallen comrades.

The fire was too conspicuous in the dark.

The moment it ignited, it drew the attention of the rich Lolita, Miss Phemys, at the edge of the swamp.

Her doll-like face expressed confusion.

She didn’t understand what had happened but instantly knew something was terribly wrong.

“Prepare for ambush!”

With an order from the fierce-faced Lolita, the other midnight hunters sprung up from their hiding spots.

The smugglers’ caravan was still some way from the ambush circle set up by Murphy beyond the swamp.

Unless the smugglers were blind, they couldn’t have missed the fire.

The original ambush plan was now a bust.

They had no choice but to launch an attack.

“Adel!”

The Lolita turned to her blood servant, a butler holding a thorn-bristling sword, and shouted:

“Take the Blood Servants and find Murphy!

Have him enter the battlefield from the rear for support!

Quick!”

“No!

This has to do with Murphy, it’s his…

Don’t go!

It’s dangerous, miss!”

Lady Adel had discerned the situation from the blaze, but couldn’t prevent Phemys and the hunters from rushing into the battlefield.

She stamped her foot in frustration and, with a few blood servants, turned to run back.

On the edge of the Smugglers’ Forest, the Golden Flower caravan, escorted by hundreds of soldiers and just out of the Polluted Swamp, also halted.

On the central caravan wagon, a psychic from the Circle Tower used a spell to oversee the fire site.

He then saw the bloody bat wings propelling up from the edge of the swamp in the dark.

“Blood Vulture ambushers!

At least sixty of them!”

The psychic grabbed his battle staff, shouting a warning:

“Ambush!

Teams one, two, three, prepare for battle!

Team four, guard the supplies and leave the battlefield.”

Several psychics immediately stood up and cast spells.

The dazzling sunlight psychic power was summoned like daylight at night, to deter the vampire onslaught.

The front and rear wagons were unharnessed and kept in place.

A huge gas fuel tank was connected to icy machinery.

As the lever was clicked into place, the flywheel rotated.

A heavy steam rapid-fire gun stored inside the wagon was aimed toward the ambush site.

The roar of the steam engine and the mechanical noise made the surroundings deadly tense.

Well-trained soldiers quickly lined up in formation, their rifles loaded, while the witch hunters within the ranks unsheathed their blades ready for a counterattack.

The centrally located wagon carrying essential supplies broke from the formation and continued moving forward under the protection of twenty cuirassier musketeer cavalry.

“You must protect these things!”

The psychic who first detected the Blood Vulture attack knocked on the wagon window, saying: freewёbnoνel.com

“You know these are personal items of General Loren; if anything’s missing, your clan leader would also be implicated.”

“Pah, who are you trying to scare?”

A dismissive voice answered from inside the wagon:

“You ought to take care of yourselves first.

I can smell that putrid stench of those disgusting bald vultures all the way here, I hope they don’t confuse you for carrion.”

Happy hunting, sir.

As for me, there’s no need for concern…

Always hungry like a wolf bat, I can take good care of myself.”