My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 261 - 93. Are you planning to kill me? What a coincidence, I am planning the same thing oh [33/60]_1

Chapter 261: 93. Are you planning to kill me? What a coincidence, I am planning the same thing oh [33/60]_1

(Added extra content for brother ’Ho is quite alright’ [18/20])

On the eve of entering the Blood Eagle Corridor, the witch hunter’s camp was filled with a deadly silence, with all members from the White Oak leader, Finoc, preparing various items needed for tomorrow’s battle.

All the witch hunters brought to Transylvania are the elites of the White Oak Battle Group who survived the decade-long war, with most of them still in full form.

Uh, except for the Natalie squad that joined at the last minute.

These witch hunters have long lost any special feelings for war, they see it as an everyday routine with neither tension nor anticipation.

The silent soldiers around several bonfires were polishing their weapons, grooming their armor, and conveniently storing alchemical sword oil, potions, and bombs neatly by those of different responsibilities.

Some chose to stroll in the blackness of the night.

They pray to Avalon under the starlight, which no longer responds to them, or they spend what may be their last night of life with their companions.

This is quite normal.

Witch hunters are also human.

They also have their own emotions and naturally form attachments with their comrades. Fortunately, because they do not have to go through a process called ’Grass Trial’, the vast majority of them still maintain normal fertility.

Unfortunately, the rebellion of the Avalon Church deprived them of their social status and made them dare not pray to their divine spirit to bring a new life into a world that is no longer friendly to them.

At the deepest part of the campfire, Old Feinock was carefully wiping the Great Oak Blade resting on his lap with a piece of flax cloth.

Excellent weapons always need special maintenance. Plus, this sword’s "temperament" is a bit unstable. To ensure that there are no surprises in the battle tomorrow, he must appease the agitation of the Holy Blade in advance.

This process used to be a sacred one.

But in this time of chaos, there really is no way to find a meditation room with Laurel Incense and a pool of pure water for him and the Oak Holy Blade.

"Battle Group Leader, are you looking for me?"

Natalie’s voice sounded from beside the bonfire.

The Grey-Haired Demon Hunting Princess was carrying a battle longsword for maintenance, the newly applied sword oil emitted a slightly pungent smell, and her bow and crossbow arrow quiver were filled with an arrow, all of which had been treated with alchemical solution to become even more lethal.

The fighting style of the witch hunters is like this, the rational use of various alchemy objects and tools is a very important combat skill for them.

"Sit!"

Old Feinock spoke sparingly, and Natalie sat down across the fire.

This action made the old knight look at her, then he shook his head, picked up the box by his hand, and passed it over. Natalie took it with some confusion.

When she opened the box, she was surprised to find a pair of silver war blades crossed inside.

The blades were extremely long, suitable for slashing and cutting, with finely polished blackwood handles and oval oak hand guards. The two war blades, one long and one short, were clearly intended to be used together.

There were mysterious inscriptions on the body of the blade, beautiful cloudy patterns on the shiny blade, and the cold light reflected under the moonlight demonstrated their impressive lethality.

But the beautiful yet chilling appearance is not the key point.

The key is that Natalie could distinguish the profound presence of these two war blades, they were parts of the 150 imitations of the Blessed Holy Blade created by the Elder Council of the Avalon Church over a long period of time.

In these days, this is already one of the few "relics" left by the old religion.

"I know that the Blessed Hunting Sword left to you by your mother has been confiscated and that you will not let it fall into the wrong hands. It is more than just a sword to you. However, the battle tomorrow will indeed face death, so I am temporarily lending you the weapons I used before I retrieve the Oak Holy Blade."

The old knight continued wiping the Holy Blade in his hands.

The fire burning between the two illuminated his face, no longer young. In the flickering firelight, he said:

"These two blades come from beyond our realm. During the Fourth Black Disaster that started in the year 1000 AD, I was assigned by the Elder Council to lead the Grey Knights to snipe the tide of Wolf People in the Dark Mountain Range. There, I met a Sword Saint from the Western Legion of the Kalem Ancient Country and I learned a special forging method from him."

"These war blades are weapons forged jointly by me and the dwarf blacksmith of the Brass Castle."

"Perhaps they are not perfect, but they are my last impression of the dreadful Black Disaster that lasted for ten years."

"They have their own names."

"The shorter one is called ’Guardian’, and the longer one is called ’Justice’. They symbolize my duties in the church. However, I no longer have a reason to wield them."

"You use them instead."

"I hope you can find something worth your protection in the future."

Natalie silently listened to Old Feinock’s description, she didn’t refuse but closed the wooden box and carried it on her back, expressing gratitude to the Battle Group Leader before leaving.

After walking a few steps, she suddenly stopped and looked back at the old knight still sharpening his sword by the bonfire.

She said:

"What are you planning to do about Murphy?"

"Isn’t he our ’partner’? What do you mean by that?"

The old knight asked back without raising his head.

"He’s a threat! If we ignore him, even if we destroy the current Blood Eagle, a second Blood Eagle will still be born from his hands!"