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65: 24.Only tasteless thugs would go crazy at the sight of blood, a good vampire should keep oneself clean_2

65: 24.Only tasteless thugs would go crazy at the sight of blood, a good vampire should keep oneself clean_2

I’m now suspecting that it was an NPC who drew the small Boss away from us.

Should we go and assist them?”

“Fuck, can we not help?

If the main NPC dies, I’m afraid the game will have to reset.”

With a face covered in blood, Wumeioge kicked the corpse of a Star Realm Wolf next to him, then grabbed the Golden Flower Soldier Rifle handed over by Ayu and cocked it.

Happy Stick glanced at the condition of his surviving brothers, hesitated for a moment, and said:

“Bring up that Automatic Hunting Crossbow!

And gather up all the bombs in the cavalrymen’s helmets.

We can’t even touch the collar of that little Boss.

He’s too fast, we can only suppress him with firepower to back up our NPC.”

“Stick Brother!

There are still five or six cavalrymen with broken legs in the trench, what about them?”

The Bionic Snail from the student group asked timidly.

Happy Stick glanced at him and said:

“Stick Brother?

Who did you learn that from?

Call me Happy Brother!

What do you want to do with those enemy cavalrymen who are showing blood bars?

Kill them all!

Hurry up and then go to support our NPC.”

“Ah, this…”

The student group immediately stirred.

In other games, killing monsters would naturally not cause mental stress, but “Real Different World” has modeled these monsters too realistically.

During a head-on fight, the adrenaline rush makes it a life-or-death struggle.

But killing the captured ones now…

“Just leave them to their own devices.”

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Wumeioge spoke up.

“Anyway, they can’t climb out.

Those Blood Servant lessons dug the pit too deep.”

“Can’t they do Human Pyramids?

Don’t think those four meters deep pit can stop anyone.

They are seasoned soldiers.”

Happy Stick sneered.

“You guys say that this game is realistic, NPC intelligence.

Look, you guys are the ones looking down on them.

This is war!

You think this is a game of playing house.”

“You don’t have to kill, but don’t lay a trap for yourself.”

“If all the goods are stolen after they have been grabbed, it will be a laughing stock.

Give each of those cavalrymen in the pit a shot in the leg.

Hurry up!”

At the order of Stick Brother, the student group quickly turned around with their guns.

At this point, Wumeioge pulled his hand aside and said quietly:

“Don’t bring your rules here!

This is a game.

We should focus on unity.”

“Do you understand Order and Prohibition?”

Happy Stick sighed deeply, complained:

“Forget it, you guys are amateurs after all.

When there are more people later, I will form my own group and bring all my old buddies back!

Now go ahead and push the cart, we have to save the NPC.”

A group of newbie gamers ran over and pushed that “Firepower Platform.” Under Maxim’s instructions, they followed the direction where Murphy had disappeared into the forest—they soon came across Milian, who was hiding here, shivering with her head subsided.

The redhead didn’t join the fight but witnessed the whole process of the ambush.

Only when she saw Maxim did she breath a sigh of relief.

Although she usually hates this vampire worshipper, seeing a familiar face on a chaotic battlefield is undoubtedly better than encountering an enemy.

“Murphy went towards the swamp!”

Milian hurriedly reported.

“He might want to lead that vampire over to Miss Phemys, but he is not as fast as that creature.

You guys need to hurry.”

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Maxim bore the pain and told Milian:

“You go and fix it, while the warriors of the lord will push the cart there.

The Lord will definitely hold on until we arrive!”

—

“Plop”

Murphy’s battered body was hit by a massive force, turning a circle in the air before awkwardly falling to the ground.

Maxim’s confidence in him was strong, but it couldn’t change the current dire situation.

Although his advanced-level Blood Hawk Swordsmanship kept him at no disadvantage when clashing with Jopan· Marki· Ganggulo, skill’s power is ultimately based on strength.

As he fell to the ground, Murphy looked at Jopan, who had transformed beyond recognition.

The surveillance effect he had deployed was still in effect, so Murphy could see the information of this guy floating in front of his eyes:

Name: [Grey Claw Elite]Jopan· Marki· Gungro

Rank: Elite Template · Body of Black Iron · Silver Trial has been initiated.

Profession: Level 12 Wolf Claw Hunter / Level 9 Wilderness Wanderer / Pastry Chef · Cookie Expert

Status: Bleeding · Unyielding Fury · Wilderness Monster Form

Evaluation: Overwhelming Power · Extremely Dangerous

At present, Murphy is only a professional who hasn’t even activated the Black Iron Trial, but Jopan has already started a higher-level Silver Trial, meaning the absolute power of this offspring of Wolf Poison is at least two levels higher than that of Murphy!

Also, this guy even has a shiny “elite template,” much more fierce than Murphy’s pathetic normal template.

In a one-on-one match, this guy can easily clean up the elite Midnight Hunter.

Even genius Miss Phemys might take some time to deal with this guy.

No wonder the transport team of the Golden Flower Kingdom made Jopan their trump card.

In the fight between mortals and the transcendents, when high-end powers don’t show up, a transcendental creature—a vampire—appearing in the night can be described as wanton killing.

“Looking at the way you brag, I thought you were a formidable character.

I didn’t expect you to be a waste who hasn’t even perfected the Black Iron Rank!”

Jopan disdainfully waved the knife-like claws in his hand, flinging away the blood he had scratched from Murphy’s body.

Although the creature this guy summoned was a bit interesting, this summoner himself was indeed unremarkable.

He has lost interest in Murphy.

The Wolf Poison pastry chef advises, the weak are merely the cream topping on the strong’s life.