Chapter 5 5. Now that you can summon natural disasters, why should you arrange your troops or formations? Just charge and you’re done!

Moreland Village is located in the southwest of Cadman City. Because it is close to commercial routes, it has become a place where businessmen from the Transcia region choose to stay. The entire town has also caught up with the spring breeze of the tertiary industry.

It's developing quite well.

Murphy has never been here before.

He had never even left Cadman City before, but from the assistant who was driving the car next to him, he got some tidbits of information about Moreland Village.

For example, this is the fiefdom of a vampire elder, and the village chief here is an old blood servant. At the same time, he secretly does bad things for the vampire elder in the eyes of humans and makes money.

There are a large number of vampire worshipers in the entire village, so this is also considered a "safe zone" for the Blood Vulture Clan.

"But my lord, you still have to go thirty miles east. It won't be safe there."

The tall assistant held the riding crop in his hand and whispered to Murphy who was chewing dry bread:

"When Master Jed sent us out, he said that there were several witch hunter teams active in that area. They were the hunting dogs of the pioneering legion and had destroyed many villages that worshiped the vampires.

Limu Village, where I was born, is also very miserable, let’s not talk about it.”

Murphy didn't answer.

While eating the bread, he pricked up his ears in the night, trying hard to distinguish possible dangers around him with his vampire sense enhanced by the night.

Although the label on the character card in front of him that had been supplemented with [0/10] summons gave him a lot of confidence, he still needed to be cautious.

Seeing that Murphy was not talking, the assistant who drove the bus said nothing more, but in fact Murphy had been secretly observing him.

This guy is dressed very strangely.

He covered himself up like a vampire walking in the sun, wishing he could be mummified with only one pair of eyes exposed.

But Murphy is certain that this is not just the blood servants' worship and imitation of their vampire masters.

Because this guy even has white eyelashes.

By human standards, this is obviously not normal.

"You know what it means when Lord Jade sends you out to 'help' me, right?"

Murphy finished eating the bread, shaking the crumbs from his hands, and whispered:

"Are you mentally prepared? Man."

The young assistant clenched his fist when he heard this. After hesitating for several seconds, he nodded:

"Well, Lord Jade has not concealed the dangers of this profession, and the selection of the nine of us was not random, maybe."

The guy paused and seemed to have made a lot of determination before finishing what he said next:

"Maybe this is just a 'waste cleanup'. Ah, sir, that's not what I meant! I didn't say you were a waste, I just said, you have also seen that the nine of us are old, weak, sick and disabled among the blood servants."

"There's no need to explain this, I don't care even if you really criticize me."

Murphy has a big heart.

He had heard more vicious words many times in Cadman City in the past month, and now his spirit had become so thick that his nerve endings were almost necrotic.

He just waved his hand and said curiously to his assistant:

"I don't care about those eight people in the car. They will all die on the road. In fact, they have already died, but their weak hearts don't know it. But you are different!

Your life breath is very healthy and strong.

He is even much stronger than ordinary people, so he should be an ideal candidate for a blood servant warrior.

No need to doubt my judgment!

I am a vampire, and it is my instinct to smell life."

Facing Murphy's inquiry, the assistant hesitated, and finally took off his hood and mask under Murphy's curious gaze, revealing a skin that was even whiter than that of a vampire.

As well as completely white eyebrows, beard and short hair, the skin on his neck is as paper-like and the cyan blood vessels underneath can be clearly seen.

Albinism?

Murphy blinked.

In Transia, an extremely closed and superstitious area ruled by vampires, such symptoms would indeed be regarded as a sign of alienness or some kind of monster.

No wonder he keeps covering his face.

"I am also a defective product, and they all call me a 'monster'."

The assistant said in a bitter tone:

"I was abandoned by my parents when I was a child. It was Sir Jade who adopted me. Now that you need me to contribute to the family's business, I will never hesitate."

"But actually I'm still a little unwilling, right?"

Murphy laughed, shook his head and asked:

"May I have your name?"

"Maxim! Sir, my name is Maxim Senna Vlad."

He immediately replied:

"Please don't worry, I will definitely escort you to the mission location, even if it costs me my life!"

"Is a master who makes no secret of asking you to die, really worthy of your loyalty?"

Murphy murmured in his heart.

Looking at the enthusiastic look on this guy's face, you can tell that he is a "senior essence blood", a true vampire worshiper, and one of the "specialties" of the Transia region.

There are many such people among the blood servants, some are affected by spells, and some are thirsty for power.

Others, like Maxim, were taught distorted cognition from an early age.

But Murphy is not in the mood to get this guy back on track right now, mainly because he, an orthodox vampire, teaching a fanatical blood servant not to blindly believe in vampires sounds like he is doing a lot of work.

Murphy thought for a while, picked up the set of armor and weapons supported by Lord Jed from his hand, threw them to Maxim, and said:

"Put it on. Out of the nine of you, you are the only trained warrior. If we are really in danger, you will have to help."

"No, Master Murphy, this is a gift from Master Jade, I can't"

Maxim immediately declined, but Murphy opened his cloak, pointed at the obviously more luxurious and advanced set of elder armor on his body, and said:

"I don't need it, so just put it on. I don't like the things I gave away to be handed back again. It's like humiliating the rare kindness of a vampire."

Having said this, Maxim could only quickly put on the old leather armor, put the sharpened swift sword on his waist, and finally put on the cloak again.

His attitude towards Murphy was also more respectful. He glanced at the village in front and said:

"We will arrive at Moreland Village soon, sir. There are only 2 hours left before dawn. We can rest here and set off again at dusk.

Don’t worry, I’m very familiar with this journey, and I’ll be able to reach the Midnight Hunters’ camp tomorrow night.”

Murphy nodded.

He himself was not looking forward to this death mission.

Like the Pirate King who was sitting on the bow of the ship, he was sitting cross-legged on the carriage, looking left and right, and he was also throwing one of the sensory detection skills he had just acquired into the village.

The right is to brush up on proficiency.

But something happened as soon as he threw it away. A faint red light appeared strangely in front of Murphy's eyes, just framing two houses on the edge of the village.

Murphy was shocked, and then narrowed his eyes.

The change in the structure of the vampire's pupils caused the field of vision to quickly zoom in, and the pale red light also converged into four human shapes.

[Unknown hostile target is on alert, the threat level is unknown.]

"etc!"

Murphy grabbed Maxim's raised riding crop.

The latter looked at Murphy in astonishment, and Murphy grabbed the hilt of the sword at his waist and dragged him out of the slowly advancing carriage, and also gave the old horse a hard whip on his butt.

"Hey, you guys go to the village and set up a front station first."

Murphy shouted to the eight skinny and confused blood servants in the carport:

"I have something else to do, I'll be there later."

These blood servants who had been turned into walking corpses during the long blood draw showed no reaction to this, but the old horse pulling the cart accelerated slowly under the urging of the whip, and rushed towards the village of Moreland ahead.

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Murphy took his assistant and squatted in the grass outside the village, staring over there.

Maxim already sensed the problem at this time, but he was obviously a little intolerant. When he was about to speak, Murphy reached out to stop him.

"As you said, this is a 'waste clearance', so we must make the best use of everything! Let them simply die with more dignity than living like this.

Stop talking nonsense and get ready!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the carriage near the entrance of the village was rattled by crossbow arrows suddenly fired from the left and right. The old horse pulling the carriage was killed by an arrow and fell to the ground. People who emerged from the houses on both sides rushed into the carriage shed.

He raised the knife and dropped it.
To be continued...