My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank-Chapter 63 - 23
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Blood Vulture VS Wolf Poison_2
63: 23.
Blood Vulture VS Wolf Poison_2
“Quick!
Bull Bull, tank up first!”
Ayu, wielding dual blades, roared, and Bull Bull, who was ready, snatched up the warblade and a blood-colored escort shield gifted by his NPC, jumped out wearing leather armor.
This tall, athletic jock came barreling in so fast he passed the Happy Stick, which was roaring with a mounted charge.
He was the first to break into enemy territory.
His flamboyant, crimson midnight cloak made him the most dazzling guy in the crowd.
The dismounted cavalry, their heads bowed under the storm of crossbow fire, immediately engage with the advancing team.
They were all elite veterans of the Golden Flower Kingdom’s Exploration Corps, not afraid of hand-to-hand combat with the enemy.
However, as these cavalries hurried from their cover, one was instantly picked off by the sniper, Sun Mark.
Bull Bull, who had just rushed in, was startled as the enemy’s head exploded in front of him.
But the stage was set, right?
Closing his eyes, he howled and swung his weapon wildly, using his height advantage to swing his shield and knock over the second cavalryman.
The poor devil tried to get up, but was then speared through the chest by the Happy Stick, who shouted in a standard assassination style, killing two in a row and greatly boosting the morale of the players behind.
Under the reckless instigation of Wumeioge and others, with the advantage of fearlessness, they fiercely charged and attacked, and with resolute melee combat forced the resisting cavalry out of their cover.
Cunning Gebao and Ayu also picked up dropped cavalry spears from the ground and indiscriminately fired to cause confusion, pushing them deeper into the ambush circle and towards the blockade ditch.
Given the depth of that big pit, if these ordinary soldiers fall in, they won’t be able to climb out for a while!
“We won!”
Mo Fei, hiding in the darkness, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his little players fighting so well.
He thought to himself that having a strategy really made a difference, much more efficient than chaotic fighting.
This wave was a battle between sixteen and twenty, and their morale was overflowing.
But at this juncture, a shadow suddenly burst out from the overturned wagon, charging towards the crazy ”thud thud thud” of a bulldozer and the shovel-carrier.
The two middle-aged men, who were having a great time shooting, hadn’t yet realized what was happening when they saw a streak of bloody light slashing across their vision.
The bulldozer was split into three sections along with his armor, and with a ”cluck” he was gone from this savage and exciting world.
The shovel-carrier was dumbfounded on the side.
He instinctively raised his head and saw an Energy Sun shining in the distance, illuminating his attacker.
He was dressed in a British suit with a tall black hat, and his white shirt and green vest gave a well-educated impression.
The well-trimmed beard and the bloodstone wolf head ring on his finger suggested that this man was of high status, and not the kind who should be on a battlefield.
But his left hand had long, claw-like nails, dripping fresh blood.
“The Blood Vulture Clan trains its dogs well.” the man said through gritted teeth,
“Such a lively blood servant is rare in this age.”
“What the hell is this NPC saying?
I can’t understand a word!”
The shovel-carrier, his neck gripped, struggled and complained in his mind.
Seeing that he was likely not going to survive, the shovel-carrier spurred himself into action, pulled out the short knife from his waist and lungedly towards the man in front of him.
Of course, he missed.
The gap in strength between the little players who have not yet started leveling up and the NPCs is still too large.
The shovel-carrier’s desperate counterattack didn’t even scratch the other’s clothes before his neck was snapped with a ‘crunch’.
The shovel-carrier’s body hit the ground and disappeared in a flash of light, causing the killer to widen his eyes.
Then he realized something was wrong.
These were not servants of the Blood Vulture Clan!
These were summons!
Damn it!
Was there still a summoner hiding in the shadows?
Was this a trap?
He knew something was awry and, although he was powerful, he still acted, activating his family’s special ability.
With the blink of the stars and a long wolf howl, two large ghostly Star Realm Wolves appeared at his feet.
With a wave of his hand, these ferocious beasts from another world roared and rushed towards the group of little players who were murdering the cavalry.
Then a sharp blade struck, pushing the summoner who had just completed the assassination back.
He blocked several attacks with the wand at his waist and drew his sword with his left hand.
After getting a swordstick in his hand, he retreated to meet the enemy.
Maxim, armed with a sword, stood ready, watching the man in front of him warily.
The punctured top hat slid from the air.
As it teetered and finally hit the ground, the murderer grinned, his eyes glowing green in the night.
He sized up Maxim, taking in his opulent chainmail and weapons.
He sniffed, baring his canine teeth and licking his lips, he said:
“You are the hound of the Blood Vultures!
A truly loyal Blood Servant, I can even smell your throbbing heart.
Your blood must be delicious, right?
State your name, Commander!
So I can include it in my battle report.”
“Maxim Sena Vlad!”
The faithful servant knew what this meant.
He recognized that the attacking figure before him was a vampire, but not a vampire of the Blood Vulture clan, thus, he responded in his trained manner:
“Jed…
no, a descendant of Murphy!”
“Murphy?
Never heard that name before, probably not an important figure in the blood vulture tribe.”
The assailant grumbled, swinging forward his sword to display a unique stance.
He stared at Maxim with the look of a starving wolf spotting its prey, he said ominously:
“Jopan Marki Gungro!
Descendant of the Grey Claw faction of the Wolf Poison clan, an heir of Colando!”
Announcing your lineage was a tradition of the vampire race.
The age-old ritual ensured that every clan received accurate information about the death of each blood descendant.
Information was imparted by the surviving opponent.
As soon as the words were spoken, the two attacked each other simultaneously.
Maxim had decent swordsmanship, but his physical prowess couldn’t compete with that of a true vampire.
After a few moves, he was already at disadvantage.
However, Maxim was undeterred, his attacks more ferocious than before.
Relying on his highly defensive chainmail, he fought back bravely like a young wolf on its first hunt, aiming to leave marks on the opponent regardless of his own injuries.
Soon, Maxim’s sword was knocked out of his hand by Jopan, but against the blade, Maxim counter-attacked without backing down.
He grappled with Jopan, keeping him rooted in place, regardless of his hand breaking.
The descendant of the Wolf Poison clan realized something was wrong and kicked Maxim away. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
However, the emerging dark spiritual energy tying him down appeared all of a sudden from behind, leaving no time for him to retreat.
“Thump”
The moment Jopan was pinned down by the “Expert” level “Darkness Impact – Binding Hand,” infused with cold spiritual energy, Murphy descended from above with the “Desire Clan’s Blade,” landing a harsh blow to Jopan’s back.
Murphy, having just completed the sneak attack, still had fresh blood staining the corner of his mouth.
It was the fresh blood of a cavalier, causing his bloodthirst to intensify, making him more ferocious and eager for battle.
Yet, this sneak attack was far from enough to kill an elite vampire.
Not by a long shot.
However, it was enough to divert this dangerous creature’s attention, giving the novice players more time to handle the chaotic battlefield.
“Reveno Murphy Le Senbula, from the Blood Vulture Clan, peripheral faction, descendant of Cui Si!”
His voice echoed in Jopan’s ear, reporting his lineage as per the duel tradition of the ancient blood race, but what followed was a burst of mockery:
“What are you pretending to be, you little wolf poison runt?
You messed up the combat protocols with my servant earlier.
Seems like your shiny attire can’t mask your pitiful low-class scent.
Come with me!
Despicable thug.
Let the blood of Eternal Sinful Descendants reach the heavens, witnessed by the Mother Night, this duel to the death.”
“Bastard!”
Jopan, with a sword stuck in him, looked hideous, with his human illusion broken and his more accurate wolfish vampire form revealed.
He was a monstrosity, a fusion of bat and wolf, a manifestation of the “Wild Form,” a unique power of the Wolf Poison clan.
Jopan’s wolf-like eyes tracked Murphy’s movements in the dark, and then he took off, his small wings carrying him forward, the sword in hand.
A vampire had issued another vampire a duel to the death!
Any self-respecting, courageous vampire would not refuse, particularly considering the hundred-year feud between the blood vultures and wolf poison.
Besides, this guy was the summoner to these summoned beasts.
Get rid of him!
The crisis would then resolve itself!
And so, let the hunting begin…
