Under the Lead Dove's command, they charged ferociously and using numerical advantage, they overpowered two besieged hunters in a ruthlessly dominating manner.
"Crack"
One of the players had his neck swiftly broken when he was dragged to the ground by a hunter. The instantaneous death made Lead Dove, who had been kicked away, grit his teeth in fury.
"Chao! Snail! Ah!! Give me back my son's life!"
He howled, his eyes red with rage. Picking up the dead hunter's crossbow on the ground, and grabbing the hunting knife, he charged with a grimy face and brutally stabbed the hunter who had strangled his son in the heart, then continued to jab furiously.
His combat skills were terrible!
There was no technique at all!
He was all over the place, just like a foolish newbie.
But his spirit was strong!
And he was fiercely aggressive!
That's enough for a new player.
The other three players also screamed and launched themselves. They held down the last struggling hunter in a merciless manner until Maxim, who came running over, severed the hunter's neck with a single swing of his sword.
Even with such overwhelming numbers, the hunter still managed to kill one more small player who couldn't get up in time before taking his last breath.
His ferocity and fighting spirit were incredibly strong.
The intense but brief encounter came to an end just like that.
Among the players, three were lost. Eight Blood Servants were dead. Maxim was injured, and they lost their carriage. However, on the bright side, they had killed all four of the enemy hunters.
Also, for the first time, Murphy, the vampire, tasted the pleasure of fresh blood.
"Thump"
The body of the hunter, half depleted of blood, collapsed at Murphy's feet.
Recovering from his bloodthirsty state, Murphy wiped off the sticky fluid from the corner of his mouth. His expression appeared odd as he tasted the flavor on his lips but then reacted violently, vomiting in front of the others, similar to the feeling of dropping one's mobile after recording a video.
Damn! They actually put poison in the blood... Hunters, you're really something!
As Murphy wiped off his mouth, he cursed in his mind.
The blood of the hunters tasted delicious, but in reality, these enhanced monster hunters would consume a special potion to run a vampire-weakening substance through their veins before dealing with vampires.
Such a substance was definitely harmful to their bodies, but hoping to hunt monsters without paying any price was too good to be true anywhere in the world.
The only good news was that the substance was not lethal. It would only weaken vampires who had mistakenly consumed the poisonous blood due to their lack of experience.
"Sir, are you alright?"
Maxim, who was dragging his arm, hurried over and handed Murphy a waterskin.
The blood was flowing freely from the deep wound in his arm. The scent of the blood tempted Murphy, who was sitting on the ground, weakened.
Noticing the detail, Maxim, the loyal Blood Servant, gritted his teeth and offered his injured arm to Murphy.
He whispered:
"Drink, sir, this healthy blood will help you recover quickly."
"No need."
Murphy replied weakly, pushing away Maxim's kind offer.
On one hand, the experience had scarred him mentally against blood consumption. On the other hand, the naïve players were still watching. He couldn't afford to tarnish his image.
If the news of him treating his own people as blood bags spread, one day there might be a 25-person group descending from the sky to administer justice at Cui Si's door.
"Go check the village."
Murphy took sips of water to clean his throat and suppress his nausea while he spoke to Maxim:
"Check if any of them are left. I remember the rumor saying that a typical hunter group consists of six people, so the danger isn't over yet. Take my warriors with you!"
He pointed to the three small players who were discussing their battle experiences and said:
"My warriors have displayed their strength and courage, they are trustworthy. Now, distribute the spoils to them, arm them, and reward them with the treasures found.
Of course, you can keep a share for yourself, Maxim. You did well, and your loyalty should be rewarded."
"It's my duty, sir!"
Maxim beamed, bandaged his wound with a ripped piece of his cloak, then headed towards the small players with his sword at hand.
He was surprised to find that the warriors, who Murphy had summoned from a different world, had already begun to scavenge the four corpses on their own.
They were still chatting cheerfully in their unique language, displaying a heroic appearance that won Maxim's respect. Although they just lost three companions, were they truly able to dismiss death so casually?
They were indeed worthy warriors, chosen by Sir Morphy!
Although their battle skills were lacking, after all, valor and willpower were the finest qualities in a warrior.
The remaining three small players, noticing the approaching Maxim who was an NPC, obediently stepped aside, staring at him eagerly, waiting for their rewards.
However, the language barrier was a significant hindrance.
When Maxim realized that they couldn't understand each other, he could only resort to gestures, tearing off the leather armor from the corpses, and giving it to the small players with an opening-hand gesture.
The small players understood at last. The NPC meant that all these items were theirs.
"How generous, I thought he would take the bulk of it."