My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank-Chapter 62 - 23

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Blood Vulture VS Wolf Poison_1

62: 23.

Blood Vulture VS Wolf Poison_1

“Chao!

What the hell is that, why is it so bright?”

The sudden burst of light in the Smugglers’ Forest caused a stir among the anxious little gamers.

That light was different from flame.

If a description was necessary, it was more similar to the dazzling light arc when a spotlight was turned on, making the surrounding areas even darker.

But Murphy seemed to see much more.

As a psychic himself, Phemys had recorded something similar.

“Sun spiritual energy!

The best way to fight creatures of darkness and also one of the most mysterious and rare types of psychic energy.

It seems Phemys has met her match.”

Murphy said softly, prompting the other gamers to celebrate as they realized their cunning strategy had been successful, acting like fishermen waiting to collect the spoils after watching their enemies destroy each other.

But their joy was short-lived, as Murphy quickly used his keen perception to sense something was happening.

“Shush!”

He motioned for the others to be quiet, placing his hand on the ground and letting his psychic energy seep into the earth.

Soon, a clear sound of galloping hooves reached his ears.

“Someone’s coming, fast.

They’ll be here in about five minutes.

Prepare to intercept!”

At Murphy’s command, the gamers quickly darted back to their positions.

Before the vampire vanished into the night, he made a sign to Maxim.

The loyal servant took a deep breath, lowered his mask and quickly moved to the gamers ambushing circle.

He knew his duty.

He must play the role of “Murphy” to secure safety and opportunity for his master.

He didn’t complain.

Meanwhile, Murphy, who was the strongest among the gamers, hid in the ubiquitous darkness, patiently waiting for the most critical moment to act.

About twenty Golden Flower Kingdom’s cavalrymen in breastplates appeared on the desolate path of the Smugglers’ Forest.

They weren’t in full armor, but opted for more flexible attire.

Armed with spears, they were vigilant as they led the way.

Behind them was a heavy black carriage pulled by two horses, escorted by foot soldiers armed with firearms. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

As the cavalry approached the ambush circle, Sun Mark, a sniper perched on a tree, took aim.

Phemys’s psychics had done a fine job camouflaging the area, ensuring ordinary people couldn’t detect them.

But just as the cavalrymen were about to reach the horse pit, a voice from the carriage suddenly rang out:

“Ambush ahead!

You fools!

Stop!”

“Bang”

Seeing the well-trained cavalry slow down, Sun Mark quickly turned her gun and pulled the trigger.

The fired bullet didn’t hit a person, but bit deep into the backside of the horse pulling the carriage.

The pain caused the horse to neigh and charge forward uncontrollably.

The driver couldn’t control the suddenly berserk horse and could only watch helplessly as the carriage collided into the dark path ahead.

The poor horse fell into the pit with a man and horse tumbling, impaled by the vicious wooden stakes therein.

The heavy four-wheel carriage capsized in a muffled explosion, its cargo scattering everywhere and trapping a few guards underneath, ending their lives tragically.

“We did it!

Fire!”

Happy Stick, having been on edge, jumped up excitedly seeing Sun Mark’s incredible shot.

He didn’t wait any longer, shouting at the top of his lungs.

The guys in the trench and the Dormitory Six Bros in the foxhole immediately popped their heads out and unloaded their bullets and crossbow arrows.

Their shooting accuracy was ludicrously off!

But with enough shots, they still managed to take down a few cavalrymen.

On the side of the ambush circle, the two old buddies, Mudhead and Shovel, chuckled as they started their Auto Hunting Crossbow and began shooting at the disoriented cavalrymen.

This old-school weapon was incredibly intimidating.

The flying crossbow arrows swept over the front-line troopers, hitting the exposed horses and causing blood to splatter everywhere.

The well-trained cavalrymen had no choice but to take cover behind the overturned carriage.

Everything was going according to Happy Stick’s tactics, allowing the commander to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

After he had run out of bullets, he picked up an escort spear and jumped out of the trench, shouting in the echo of the shooting cover fire:

“Fix bayonets, everyone!

Charge with me!”

“What bayonets?

Can you sober up a bit?”

Wumeioge also picked up a war halberd and rushed out, complaining about Happy Stick while gesturing to Succubus Old Qu and Brother Black Silk:

“It feels like something’s missing without a bugle.”

“Yeah, it lacks that vibe.”

“We’ll get one next time!

We need a bugler!”

The men charged towards the collapsed carriage amidst the rise of adrenaline.

Seeing his peers’ bravery, the Dormitory Six Bros couldn’t lag behind and joined in the fray with their weapons.