My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank-Chapter 73 - 27
73: 27.
Master of White Oak!
Present!
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73: 27.
Master of White Oak!
Present!
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While Murphy and his little players ambushed the transport team, engaged in a desperate struggle with the elite of the Wolf Poison Clan, similar developments were taking place elsewhere on the battlefield.
At the moment the camp fire broke out, Miss Phemys dispatched Lady Adel along with several elite Blood Servants to find Murphy and deliver the message, while also looking into what the hell was happening in the camp.
Aware that things were awry, Lady Adel went to Murphy’s defense zone alone while her subordinate Blood Servants were instructed to return to the burning camp, running right into four witch hunters who were planning to leave.
“Kill!”
The five elite Blood Servants did not make any unnecessary moves, charging with their spears as soon as they saw the enemy.
Although they served vampires like Maxim, their presence by the side of the Midnight Hunters adequately proved that they were well-trained “reserves” of the Blood race.
Their combat ability was not much different from the elite of the human army.
Having been strength-enhanced by the vampires with dark spiritual energy, they do not fear the witch hunters.
An grimly amusing fact was that, due to the horrific weakening vampires suffer in sunlight, these armed Blood Servants were truly the main force in Cardman City and indeed the whole region of Transylvania.
“Vampiric dogs!
Prepare to die!”
The four witch hunters had suffered deeply, but they had now resolved to die, fighting desperately, gripping their weapons against the Blood Servants in the roaring campfire.
“Little Natalie!
Go!
We will hold back these dogs.”
Porter, the one-armed veteran, put a battle claw on his hand, and pounced onto a Blood Servant, knocking him down.
The two fought like starving beasts in the glare, vowing to thrust their fangs into each other’s throat.
Likewise was another old soldier, Norman, whose skin was scraped off but at this point he fought silently, reduced to a shambling wreck.
But they were not fighting just for the sake of fighting.
The gruff shout of the veterans made the heart of the female hunter Natalie tremble.
She knew everyone cared about her; they were determined to die to protect her escape, even in this situation of utter hopelessness.
However, this kind of care was a burden.
From the beginning of the Ten-Year War to now, she had lost too many friends and comrades, and had escaped death countless times.
She knew well that the current battle was hopeless, but she no longer wanted to run.
Perhaps it would be a good end to die here.
Cursed be this damned world!
Here, peace was just a boring, forever unattainable illusion!
Looking up, she could see the flickering sun’s spiritual energy on the other side of the marsh from her barely open left eye.
The intense light was like the burning sun in the dark, indicating that the Midnight Hunters encountered a tough opponent – the higher spiritual practitioners of the Circle Tower!
Just the flicker of this solar enchantment was enough to make those dark intruders suffer.
If they could consume about 60 elite vampires at once, it would undoubtedly be a remarkable feat.
If the Avalon Church still existed, Natalie and her team members could possibly be canonized and become respected church defenders after this battle.
The unfortunate point, however, was that the Avalon Church had already become an old, forgotten religion among the people.
The organization that nourished her and she saw as her spiritual home had already been destroyed ten years ago.
As a result, these warriors who fought to kill evil and defend humans had also become strays.
“Bang”
The violent collision of weapons jolted Natalie out of her dazed, lost state, reminding her that she was still in a fierce battle.
This kind of absent-mindedness should not occur amongst the elite.
Her body enhanced by natural psychic power had already reached its limit.
She thought she could still fight, but her body had begun to break down.
The menacing Blood Servant in front of her kicked her severely injured waist and abdomen, causing her to spit out a mouthful of blood and then fall on the ground with scattered ashes.
The man stepped forward with his blade intending to execute her, and from her struggling on the ground, she could see that the old soldier, Porter, was stabbing his battle claw into the enemy’s throat, with a broken spear stuck in his waist.
“Don’t touch her!”
The hoarse rebuke came from the other side, and Natalie turned her head with difficulty to see the feeble Ambo leaning against the carriage, holding a crossbow with both hands.
This frail, sensitive but determined scout girl must have found a weapon in the vampires’ carriage.
She aimed with all her might.
But her poisoned and blinded right eye made it impossible for her to fire her arrows as accurately as before.
“Thump”
The arrow flew out, knocking down the Blood Servant who had raised his blade. freewebnøvel.com
Two more Blood Servants turned and attacked Ambo.
She had no chance to reload her crossbow.
Natalie and Old Norman almost simultaneously used their last strength to grab the two injured Blood Servants and dragged them to the ground.
They fought with fists and teeth until Ambo, covered in blood, crawled over and stabbed a dagger into the eyes of the last two Blood Servants.
Four desperate witch hunters lay in a completely chaotic, burning camp.
They were dying.
Even if they had once again achieved a precious victory, the fire was about to sweep over them, and they no longer had the strength to crawl out of this whirlpool of death.
Ambo wanted to drag Natalie, but she herself collapsed next to her team leader as soon as she got up, only able to stare at her with her remaining left eye, and wanted to convey a message with her chapped, fractured lips.
