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Chapter 60 60. The first non-aggression pact between witch hunters and vampires in history?
Poor Cassidy was in despair.

He shouted at the top of his lungs for a long time but no one paid attention to him. As a result, the witch hunter who was guarding him got annoyed and gave him an ear scraper and stuffed a rag into his mouth.

The little player was stunned.

Although it didn't hurt, this big fight caused great psychological damage to the young man.

When had he ever suffered such a loss? Dongbei Yin struggled to fuck him as soon as his bad temper arose.But the witch hunter just sarcastically and nimbly dodged back, perfectly dodging Khaki's headbutt.

The three hapless workers with bruised noses and swollen faces who were captured next to them were dumbfounded.

No, bro, are you so brave?
This is on someone else's territory. There are four of us versus thirty of them. Tsk, we are still at a slight disadvantage in terms of numbers.

Brother Ka, let's forget it and don't have the same experience as these barbaric witch hunters.

Mrs. Cacchitoni is actually anxious here.

He only has six hours of game time a day, so how can he have time to play with these witch hunters?

I was thinking that I might as well get myself reincarnated. Anyway, I will be a good man again in three days. Then I will bring my invincible brother Niu Niu and other brothers to kill you and bury you bastards!

He was having an ideological struggle in his mind when he unexpectedly saw a gray-haired female witch hunter striding out of the village. She said a few words to the watcher, then stepped forward and pulled him up with her own rope.

When Kachitonita saw the other party pull out a short knife and untie himself from the rope, he immediately realized that the opportunity had come!

The cool killing scenes in countless police and gangster movies and action movies he had watched kept replaying in this sports student's mind, so the moment his hand was pulled out, he pinched the witch hunter in front of him.

But Natalie didn't care at all about this rookie's counterattack.

He leaned his upper body back and gently moved his left foot. The little khaki brother who was working hard for a sneak attack fell to the ground with a pop, and was then stomped in the back by Natalie.

As his vision went dark, his player interface performed a "blood bar disappearing technique" for himself on the spot.

Suddenly, only one-fifth of the blood was left.

Of course, the digitized body would not react that much, but this standard and fatal backhand blow completely impressed Cachitoni. He knew that even a random witch hunter in this camp would not be able to deal with it himself.

Darling, am I afraid you have entered a team copy by mistake?

"be honest!"

Natalie pulled the embarrassed Khaki up from the ground, stared into his eyes and said:
"I know your master is Murphy, I've met him! The chapter leader wants to see you, so stop playing tricks."

This sentence was presented to Khaki through the translation of the player interface. The sports student gritted his teeth and convinced himself that it was more important to do the task. Besides, how could he, a grown man, be as knowledgeable as a girl?
So he nodded sincerely and followed Natalie into the village.

Along the way, he did not forget to record the location of the outposts he saw, and tried his best to record the power of this witch hunter, so as to fulfill his duty as an "underground worker".

But the more he looked, the more desperate he became.

If these witch hunters in the camp are all elite monsters, I'm afraid the NPCs on my side will all be a bit insecure.

But everyone said on the forum that Lord Murphy's elder, Mrs. Tracey, was actually a skeleton-level leader of the camp. If the rumors were true, there might be a fight between the two sides.

However, if you think about it carefully, the fact that your own NPC can send you tasks to be the messenger means that the neutral monsters in front of you may be able to communicate with each other. And when you think about the fact that your next conversation with the opponent's leader will directly affect the next main plot, Kachitonita's mind couldn't help but turmoil.

There is no way, young people have very active ideas.

Just when he was thinking about how to match wits with the enemy leader and how to show his upright and unyielding image as Lord Murphy's envoy, Natalie pushed him into the room where the commander was in front of him. .

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

Old Finnock sat behind the table with the great oaken blade in his hand.

He raised his head and looked at the little player in front of him, showing a gentle smile like a decadent uncle in a bar with many stories.

Kachitonita also wanted to show his etiquette, but at the moment when their eyes met, he saw the old knight's fingers gently pinching, and an oak seed that the old knight played with broke into pieces.

Natural psychic power·mental charm!

In an instant, Khaki felt an invisible force pressing on his mind, and there seemed to be a voice whispering to him in the heavy thought.

He suddenly became groggy. He knew that something was wrong with this situation, but it was difficult for him to concentrate on resisting.

Sc identification link!

The young player's will is too low, a big failure!
Mental Charm is a big success!
Kachitonita's consciousness instantly entered into an irrepressible control.

But because it was a harmless inductive spell effect, he was not forced to disconnect, but was strangely put into a third-party perspective, as if he was suspended outside his own body, watching himself sitting forward in a daze. Opposite the old guy.

Just like a puppet.

broken!

The other party is cheating!Don’t talk about martial ethics!
Khaki is in a hurry.

But he couldn't do anything except scold his mother in vain. He could only watch the kind but cunning old man ask him:

"How many of you are there?"

"More than 1000 people were rescued from the city by Lord Murphy and placed in the survivor camp. The most powerful and loyal members were selected as members of the 'Cadman Self-Rescue Army' formed by Lord Murphy. The remaining The ones below will serve as the basic labor force for Lord Murphy.”

Khaki saw his character speaking the truth uncontrollably, and the player interface was actually still functioning, translating his words into the local language on the psychic projection.

Old Finock is no stranger to things like psychic orbs.

He carefully looked at the psychic text projected on Khaki's wrist in front of him, nodded, and asked again:
"In your opinion, what kind of person is Murphy?"

"He's very handsome, very stable, and treats us well, just like our big brother."

Khaki obediently spoke out his truest thoughts, and was so anxious that he stamped his feet while watching all this from a third-party perspective.

He seemed to know that he was about to say something very strange.

Now I can only pray that Mr. Murphy can’t hear all this!
"But he is very girly, always speaks in a formal manner, and looks like a girly conspirator. It is said that he is also having an affair with his elders. Look, it's not a good thing at first glance.

In the words of us Northeastern Bankers, that guy is rotten.

We are all guessing what Lord Murphy is going to do. Brother Mingmiao said that he is going to be the second and fifth son of the Blood Eagle Clan, but Brother Bang supports Lord Murphy in doing this.

After all, a man is born between heaven and earth, how can he live in depression for a long time under human beings?
Anyway, the Blood Eagle Clan is almost extinct now, and there are only two or three kittens left. Our Lord Murphy is so talented and so good to the common people, why not just rebel!

We led the loyal men and women from the survivor camp into the inner city of Cadman City. We brave men were the vanguard of the king, snatching the throne of the bullshit Blood Vulture Clan leader, saving the building from falling, saving the lives from hanging upside down, and restoring this special The land of Lancia has a bright future.

When the time comes, Brother Murphy will be the big leader, Empress Cuisi will be the little leader, and Miss Sanwufu Loli will be pushed out to become an emperor.

Wouldn't it be nice for each brother to have his own official position? "

Kachitoni was so in a state of enchantment that he couldn't control his character. He talked nonsense and even performed a stand-up comedy. His consciousness could only be suspended in a third-party perspective in despair and he covered his eyes.

Ruined.

After his words were translated into the local language by the player interface, the old knight was stunned for a moment. He probably had never seen such a fresh and refined example of shameless betrayal and adding insult to injury in his life.

But after watching for a few seconds, Old Finock suddenly laughed, as if many questions in his heart suddenly had answers.

He slowly stroked the hilt of the big oak blade at his hand and continued to ask: "Did Murphy himself say that he wanted to build a new mountain? Or was it guessed by you warriors?"

"Is this still a guess?"

In the charmed state, Khaki gave full play to his characteristic of talking nonsense, and he was playing with words in a daze. He said:
"With Lord Murphy's behavior, anyone with a discerning eye can see what he wants to do, but he still hides it himself.

As long as he gives the order, we are all willing to be the vanguard.And you witch hunters who can't see the situation clearly, what's the benefit of going against the mainline NPCs?
I advise you to see the situation clearly as soon as possible!Don't be a trapped beast still fighting.

As the saying goes, if the number of days changes, artifacts will more easily return to virtuous people. This is a natural principle!Wouldn't it be wonderful if you turned against each other, took off your armor, and surrendered with courtesy, but still retained your status as princes? "

Keywords were activated in this translation, so it was translated vaguely, and the words "mainline NPC" were omitted, but it did not affect the old knight's ability to understand what the "Murphy Warrior" in front of him wanted to say.

He was not angered by this arrogance. Instead, he rubbed his chin and thought for a moment, then reached out and knocked on the table.

The mental charm effect ends.

Khaki's consciousness, which was suspended from a third-party perspective, was suddenly pulled back into his body as the world was spinning.

Feeling dizzy, he stood up and wanted to escape, but as soon as he turned his head, he spit out a rainbow in the disdainful gaze of Natalie at the door.

"This is the result of accepting the charm of thinking for the first time, but I didn't expect that your willpower, known as Murphy's Warriors, would be so weak.

I have seen people who are silent after being charmed, and I have also seen people who lie, but this is indeed the first time I have seen someone who can speak so sharply after being charmed.

It seems that Murphy made a very correct choice in choosing you as the messenger. The only regret is that your strength is a bit lacking. "

The old knight smiled and handed a handkerchief to the young player.

Khaki took it, wiped his mouth, and glared at the old fox in front of him.

He originally wanted to get up and scold this wise old man for his lack of martial ethics, but the big oak holy blade sword in his hand was extraordinary. The cold blade made Khaki calm down quickly. Come down.

"We are not here for Murphy and you survivors this time. The Blood Eagle Clan has collapsed, and the two or three kittens left will not affect the overall situation. We are here to confirm the death of Sarokdar on the order of General Loren .”

Finok said to the little player in front of him:
"Take my words back to your Lord Murphy. When the astral rift closes in three days, that's when we enter the inner city of Cadman City.

Don't block our way then, we can pretend we've never seen you before. "

The words of the old knight were read by Khaqi through the translation in the player interface. He was stunned for a moment and asked:

"But, vampires have gathered thousands of people here. Isn't it a threat to you?"

"Maybe for the Plantagenet Kingdom, but not for us."

Old Finock waved his hand and said:

"Take your companions and leave. Don't doubt our sincerity. After all, with your little strength, we can just push through if we want to do it. There is no need to play any tricks."

"Oh."

A reminder that the mission was completed popped up in front of Khaki's eyes, prompting him to return to the camp to find Murphy and then receive the reward.

This made him feel hot, and he wished he could fly back now. However, before leaving, Cachitonita suddenly remembered a post he had seen on the forum before, so he turned back and asked:

"That... is that a friend of mine has a replica of the Holy Blade of Avalon. He has been looking for the secret behind this replica. It seems that it was seized from you, so if you can give him a Any chance of asking?
Really just asking, nothing else.

Anyway, you are so strong, so you are not afraid of our mediocre warriors, right?It's just an academic exchange, don't think too much. "

"Ok?"

After these words were translated to Old Finock through the calculation orb, the Lord of White Oak was really surprised.Where did the magical vampire Murphy find these equally magical "summons"?

These guys look like humans, but their courage is bigger than the appetite of trolls!
Letting you live is already magnanimous. If you don't thank me quickly and run away, you will also find an opportunity for "academic exchange" for your friend and let him come to us with a replica of the captured sacred object?

Aren't you afraid that when he comes in, Natalie will throw a cup at him as a sign of recognition, and then five hundred swordsmen will take turns waiting on you to ask you whether you want wonton noodles or flat noodles?
The old knight glanced at Natalie.

The latter had already clenched her fists, feeling that these Murphy thugs were clearly mocking her.

If the Chapter Leader hadn't been here, the Chasseur Captain would have slashed someone with his sword.

"Row!"

The Lord of White Oak didn't know what he was thinking of. He showed a subtle smile, stood up and nodded to Catachi Tony, and said:
"We welcome Lord Murphy's warriors to visit here at any time, as long as you have the courage to come."

"Oh, yes."

Khaki grinned, gave the old knight a thumbs up, and said:
"You are quite a good person!

I will tell Brother Miao Miao the news when I get back. He may come tomorrow, and maybe he will bring a gift.Well, I see you are quite busy, so there is no need to send it away. We are leaving now.

Goodbye! "

So, under the eager "watching" of a group of witch hunters, Mrs. Cachettoni took three workers who had been frightened to the point of fighting with each other and got into a broken truck gifted by the witch hunters, and quickly disappeared. In the night.

After he left, Major Fraser came out of the adjoining house.

He held a notebook in his hand and recorded the conversation between him and the blood servant from the old knight. However, because he could not understand those alien languages, he could only record the old knight's unilateral speech.

The major looked at the old knight with a strange look, and whispered:

"What you said just now really surprised me. I know that you have no sense of belonging to the kingdom, but such disloyalty is really unexpected. It seems that it is not unreasonable for the people of the country to hate you.

But are you really going to let those vampires and their followers go? "

"They are not our target."

Old Finok held the oak sacred blade and whispered:

"The war is over, and the blade should be sheathed, but if they are ignorant, then I don't mind letting the blood of the blood vultures spread again on this land that has been poisoned by them.

But we probably need to be prepared.”

"Ok?"

The major didn't understand what this meant, and then saw the old knight shaking his head and saying:

"Aren't you curious why Murphy and his companions must take back the city? Sarokdar is not dead. He is still in the city, maybe injured, or worse.

But he should still be alive.

very nice"

The old knight held the big oak blade and smiled as coldly as a golden strongman should.

He looked at the ominous night in the distance and said in a deep voice:
"I finally have a chance to personally settle the ancient personal grudge between Blood Eagle and I. But this weird little guy just said 'Tress'.
It shouldn't be the 'Tris' in my memory, right? "

Ps:

As expected, it should be on the shelves at 12 o'clock tonight. Brothers, there is no need to stay up late and wait. After a sleep, it will be the same when you wake up tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)