The game has become a real alternate world-Chapter 72 - 67 Will There Be Players_2

But without observing closely here, he always felt a bit uneasy in his heart.

Today at 2 PM is the moment when 5000 beta players enter the game.

Once they enter the game, the players will start their activities in the small town.

Facing the first holographic simulation game, they indulge and explore this new era of gaming.

They communicate with various residents in the town, receive tasks from them, and shuttle through the town, bringing a lively atmosphere to the town at this time.

At that moment, their identity was that of new logistics soldiers recruited from within the town.

The sun slowly moves through the sky.

The shadows on the ground start to shift too as sunlight moves.

However, what Kana was waiting for has not arrived.

The current time had already passed the point when they should have appeared in the game.

It was already afternoon, and if they stayed a bit longer, it might soon be dusk.

"Looks like the person you were waiting for didn’t come?" Bobo said next to him.

"Mm." Kana nodded, standing up.

For a moment, his emotions were in disarray; he did not know if he was happy or sad.

His psyche was conflicted. frёewebnoѵēl.com

Dusting off his pants, he turned to the two and said, "Let’s go, let’s rest in the town today. Maybe the Count’s troops will arrive in the town by midnight."

Kana intended to communicate with the Count as soon as possible, hoping to retreat immediately.

In the past game, indeed, the Count’s side only retreated to the town the next morning.

This time, with his interference, even though the Count’s side did not adopt his suggestion immediately, it should be a bit more leisurely than before.

...

At dusk, a Blood Race army had unknowingly arrived on the opposite bank of the river.

A large number of giant bats and ghouls were important components of this army.

A giant bat landed, its size noticeably larger than its kin.

A figure jumped down from its back.

This was a true member of the Blood Race.

With bluish-purple skin, his entire skin looked like a layer of mucous membrane, clinging to his body.

His body seemed malnourished, with the skin sticking to him like it was wrapped tightly over a skeleton.

Blood-red eyes, a mouth full of sharp teeth, and sunken cheeks made him utterly inhuman.

At this moment, he looked more like a monster.

He was still holding something that seemed like a human limb, his mouth chewing incessantly, with some blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

This was why Kana so strongly refused to become what these Blood Race were now.

Aside from their grotesque appearance, it was the unavoidable carnivorous desire.

The appetite for what used to be their kind.

Kana could not accept it from the bottom of his heart.

"So, is that the enemy’s stronghold across the river?" His voice was hoarse and torn, like rough iron sheets scraping against each other.

"Yes, sir, across the river it is," another Blood Race member in leather armor said beside him.

The Blood Race officer glanced at him and said, "I hope your information is accurate."

"Of course, sir, I also hope friends from my homeland can embrace rebirth," the Blood Race soldier seemed to express some fanaticism.

"Hehe, as it should be."

The Blood Race officer chuckled, then turned to issue commands: "You lowly creatures, hide yourselves, keep silent, the night is your time to rampage."

Evidently, it was not the right time to attack.

The unit began to contract and hid in pre-selected locations.

They awaited nightfall, when they would swiftly cross the river to launch a deadly raid on the small town.

Not far from this unit.

A Blood Race squad was moving swiftly into the heart of the country.

Judging by the composition of this squad, they appeared to be an elite Blood Race squad.

The entire squad almost had no lowly ghouls, the weakest members were two considerably larger giant bats, which even had simple armor.

All other members were genuine Blood Race, monstrous in appearance, clad in blood-colored armor, and held high-quality weapons in hand.

Among them, there were members like Sewn-up Werewolves, with very subtle stitches on their bodies, indicating their high-level status within the Werewolf group.

Without any surprise, they should all be Level Three elites.

They carried no supplies and were lightly equipped, yet it seemed they were escorting something.

At this moment, a Werewolf suddenly halted, sniffing the air.

Seeing this, other members immediately stopped and placed their hands on their weapons, ready to attack at any moment.

"What did you find?" the Blood Race, seemingly the squad’s Captain, asked.

The Werewolf shook his head slightly and said, "I smelled something, don’t rush."

He sniffed more carefully.

After a while, he seemed to finally confirm, "Without a doubt, it should be the Fourth Prince. I smell him, over there."

He pointed a direction, which was exactly towards Riverbend Town.

"Hmm... I also smell Laford; it seems he brought some troops."

"The Fourth Prince? Aren’t all the princes supposed to be in the Royal Court?" a member asked, puzzled.

The Captain shook his head, "No, one member escaped that day."

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