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Chapter 196 - 70.Damn! Me again? Can’t you pick someone else to upset?【10/60】_2

Chapter 196: 70.Damn! Me again? Can’t you pick someone else to upset?【10/60】_2

Bionic Snail Dreaming of Electronic Trees: [Steady, bros!]

Meow King: [@ all members, please be online promptly at 5:30 pm for the survival camp strategy meeting, everyone must attend! If, anyone has any questions, speak up now! If not, log off and conserve your energy. Stick Brother, Gebao, explain how to raid to your rookie brothers, you don’t want to embarrassingly run around like headless flies when the time comes.]

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"Why does it always end up being me? Why does it always fall on me to contact the witch hunters? I really don’t get it, couldn’t Murphy choose someone else?"

At this moment, in the direction from the survivor camp to Morlan village, a war horse was speeding in the night, carrying two girls.

The one controlling the horse was Miss Milian, the camp supervisor, and behind her was the gamer Sister Pomegranate, who had accepted a mission from Murphy to escort Milian to negotiate a cooperation with the witch hunters.

Sister Pomegranate didn’t mind the mission, but Milian was now full of complaints.

She was the undercover in the fight at the Polluted Swamp, and now it was her turn again. But, in fact, with Milian’s intelligence, she knew very clearly why Murphy had given her this task.

Firstly, there were not many people under Murphy who could handle big responsibilities.

Secondly, she had saved Natalie and her team. This was a favor to the witch hunters, sending Milian for negotiations would, at the very least, not pose any life threats.

Now, the redhead was questioning whether all of this was premeditated by Murphy? Did he already know that these witch hunters would arrive in Cardman City?

Sister Pomegranate heard the NPC’s complaints and thought about how well this game was made.

NPCs reacted just like real people, look at how the red-head was complaining, it was exactly like how an employee complains about being sent by their boss. Furthermore, what those Rhodium Cesium Beryllium players said was true, the character modeling in this game was very realistic.

Now, she was holding Milian on the horse, she could clearly feel the movement of the other’s body with the galloping of the horse and the slight increase in body temperature due to nerves. It felt as if she was actually riding a horse in the night with another girl.

In addition, the deadly, spooky night and the pressure of upcoming events gave a very real sense of immersion to this journey deep into enemy territory. That’s what gaming is all about!

"Lady Milian, I think you should start thinking about how to negotiate with the witch hunters instead of complaining."

Sister Pomegranate softly reminded, Milian had to read the translated text from the Calculating Pearl to understand what she was saying. While pulling on the reins, she sighed and said:

"We need to get you guys the psychic microphone module soon. It’s too bothersome to communicate like this. Don’t worry about how to negotiate, Sir Morphy has already given me tips on the Treasure Bead messages."

"I heard that you’re the strongest female champion out of all the warriors. Remember to protect me later. If the situation looks dire, don’t force it, we can just surrender. It’s also one of Morphy’s strategies."

"Don’t worry, ma’am, my fists are ready for you tonight!"

Sister Pomegranate grinned and got a little excited when there was no one else around. She borrowed the exaggerated language of the gamers to pledge loyalty to Milian.

But, these NPCs bought into that.

The Miss Milian in her arms nodded approvingly, and it seemed that her fear was much lessened.

The warhorse under them was the best vehicle in the camp. Considering the current speed, it would take at least five hours to reach Morlan village.

Sister Pomegranate’s playing time would just run out by then, she was considering whether to log off early. But a few minutes later, Milian suddenly pulled on the reins, making warhorse neigh loudly on the spot.

Sister Pomegranate, who wasn’t good at riding, almost fell off the horse.

But it was necessary!

Because in front of them, four silent witch hunters were riding their horses out of the woodland’s shadows, blocking the road with their weapons that were meant for horse battles.

"We are here to negotiate! We mean no harm!"

Milian screamed nervously:

"I represent the will of Sir Morphy, let Natalie and her team members out to meet me! I saved them, they owe me a life!"

Her cries brought the witch hunters approaching to a halt.

They whispered to each other, and then three of them stayed back while one turned his horse around and galloped away.

"Damn it! They’ve already made a move."

Milian quietly spoke to Sister Pomegranate, who had her fists cocked and ready for a fight:

"We’re less than 40 minutes away from Cardman City. They might have even started out before we did. Are they planning to stage a surprise attack on the camp? Or are they planning to invade Cardman City head-on?"

Sister Pomegranate didn’t answer.

As a warrior, she had entered a state of combat readiness, her eyes fixated on the three witch hunters before her.

Their concealed but sharp energy was putting considerable pressure on Sister Pomegranate; she felt that even in a one-on-one fight, she would have a hard time taking down any one of them.

According to what her cousin had explained about the game mechanics, these witch hunters were decidedly stronger than ordinary people, but their strength wasn’t from training.

So was it augmented by some supernatural power within this game world?

As a player herself, could she also exceed human limits under the same amplified power?

Several suffocatingly tense minutes later, the neigh of a warhorse echoed from the front. The scout who had gone to report back had returned with another member.

It wasn’t Captain Natalie of the hunting squad, but her subordinate, the veteran Norman.

The latter, with a mask concealing his war-weathered face, remembered Milian with a dry voice:

"Follow me. The battle group leader is waiting for you."

"Alright."

Milian and Sister Pomegranate both released a sigh of relief.

She urged her horse forward, and as she approached Norman, he pulled two small objects out of a pocket and handed them to the red-haired girl. She realized it was the two half-body man anesthesia devices she had given out before.

"I know it was only an assignment for you..."

The veteran murmured in a hoarse whisper:

"But you undoubtedly saved us and gave us a chance for revenge in a desperate situation. That’s a fact that we’re grateful for. Thank you, kid. Don’t worry, Natalie and I may not be able to guarantee a successful negotiation, but we can certainly protect your life.

Not just here, but in what’s to come.

Natalie wanted me to remind you not to lie in front of the battle group leader.

As a white knight of my God, he can smell a lie."

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"Where the hell are you taking me?"

At the same moment, outside Cardman City in a different direction, a black carriage was driving off into the night.

Mark, fully armed, was personally driving the carriage, and Lady Cui Si’s dissatisfied voice emerged from inside the carriage, her words seeming to imply something:

"Did Morphy ask you to do this? Or was it Jed? I told you to make up your mind, and it seems like you’ve finished thinking. But I wonder what kind of price you’ll pay for this?"

"Don’t worry, my lady."

Mark had put on his vampire mask that came with his old soldier’s fine armor, hiding his unique features. His voice resolute from beneath the mask, he stated,"

"I know what I must do!

You won’t be harmed till I bleed my last drop of blood. Sir Morphy is planning something dangerous that he doesn’t want you to be involved in.

As for me...

I may not be able to do much for him, but even taking out one enemy would help."

There was silence in the carriage for a while, before Lady Cui Si breathed a light sigh.

She said:

"My little Morphy is truly unique. While other vampires resort to the power of their bloodline to enforce loyalty, he goes against the norm.

Just like the human hero King Boris that I once personally witnessed, he tries to win the loyalty of his subordinates with his charismatic personality.

The scariest part is, he succeeded!

He has obtained his first knight, which means he is destined to take a different path from other vampires...

So, loyal Mark, I’m entrusting my life to you."

"Yes, I won’t let you down!"