My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 167 - 60. The first treaty in history between witch hunters and vampires for non-aggression? _1

Chapter 167: 60. The first treaty in history between witch hunters and vampires for non-aggression? _1

Poor Khaki Tontita was in utter despair.

He had been hollering for half the day with no one paying him any mind, annoying the witch hunter guarding him who eventually gave him a slap and forced a torn strip of cloth into his mouth.

The young player was left in a daze.

Although it didn’t hurt, the slap deal a severe psychological blow to the young man.

He had never been treated like this before, his temper flared, and given his northeast temperament, he began struggling to retaliate. But the witch hunter simply dodged with a sardonic grin and nimble step, perfectly evading Khaki’s attempted headbutt.

The three beaten-up, unlucky captive workers next to him were stunned.

Man, were you always this bold?

We’re on their home turf. It’s four against thirty of them. Ah, we’re at a slight disadvantage in numbers.

Big brother Khaki, maybe we should call it quits. There’s no need for us to stoop to the level of these barbaric witch hunters.

Khaki Tontita was actually frantic.

He had only six hours of game time a day, he didn’t have the time to play some bind-up game with these witch hunters. With nobody coming to his aid, he felt as if the universe was against him.

His heart felt like maybe he should die and take another in-game life. After all, he would be as good as new in three days. When that happened, he’ll bring his invincible brother Bull Bull and the rest of his companions to finish all of these bastards off!

While he was mentally battling, he was caught of guard to see a gray-haired female witch hunter walk out of the village. She had a brief exchange with the guard before coming over, grabbing his rope and pulling him up.

Upon seeing her pull out a dagger to cut his rope, Khaki Tontita immediately realized his opportunity had come!

Scenes from countless police and action movies played out in his mind, as the physically active individual planned an attack on the female witch hunter the moment his hand was free.

But Natalie was not at all concerned about this pathetic retaliation.

She casually leaned back, swiftly kicked out, and the charging Khaki Tontita ended up face-down in the dirt. She then stomped on his back.

As his screen darkened, his player interface played a "vanishing health bar" trick on him.

In a flash, he was left with only one-fifth of his health.

Although his digitized body couldn’t show much response, this standard and deadly counterattack completely demoralized Khaki Tontita. He knew any witch hunter in this camp would likely overtake him.

Darn it, did he mistakenly walk into a team instance?

"Behave!"

Natalie dragged the bewildered Khaki up from the ground and stared into his eyes as she said:

"I know your master is Murphy, I’ve seen him! The commander wants to see you, so stop with your little act."

The translation appeared on Khaki’s interface. He gritted his teeth persuading himself that finishing his mission was important. Plus, he, a grown man, should not quarrel with a girl.

So, he willingly nodded, following Natalie into the village.

Along the way, he didn’t forget to note the positions of the visible guards and made an effort to document the force of the witch hunters, fulfilling his role as a "mole".

But the more he saw, the more despair filled him.

If every witch hunter in the camp is an elite monster, his NPC team would likely be doomed.

However, everyone on the forum stated that Lady Cui Si, Murphy’s esteemed elder, was actually a high-level faction leader. If the rumor was true, there could potentially be a good fight.

But considering that his own NPC sent him here on a mission, implying that these neutral mobs might be open to communication. The thought of his upcoming conversation with the enemy leader directly affected the following main storyline, stirring waves of emotions within Khaki Tontita.

What can he do, he’s young, his mind is always active.

Just as he was thinking about how to outwit the enemy leader and how to portray himself as Murphy’s unyielding, invincible ambassador, Natalie pushed him into the commander’s room.

A bright gas lamp sat on the table in front of him.

Old Finoc sat behind the desk, the Sword of Oak lying by his hand.

He lifted his head to look at the young player, giving him a kind smile, like a bar’s worn-out old-timer with a lot of stories to tell.

Khaki Tontita wanted to demonstrate his manners too, but at the moment of their mutual gaze, he saw the old knight lightly pinch an oak seed he was fiddling with, shattering it.

Natural Psychic Power - Mind Charm!

Suddenly, Khaki felt an invisible force pressing on his thoughts. Amid the heaviness, there seemed to be a whispering voice.

His head started to spin, he knew something was wrong but found it hard to concentrate and resist.

Character assessment phase!

The young player’s will is too weak, critical fail!

Mind Charm is a critical success!

Khaki Tontita’s consciousness immediately fell under irrepressible control.

But because it was a harmless, beguiling magic effect, it didn’t force a disconnection but instead oddly transported him to a third-person perspective. Like floating outside his own body, he watched himself, dazed yet compliant, sit down opposite the old man.

Just like a marionette.

Bloody hell!