"Ayu! Ayu, are you okay? Are you still alive? If you are, give me a sign!"
At the "accident site" of the blazing Morlan Village, a grimy Lead Dove climbed from the ground, his vision spinning.
This has to be a mild concussion.
The symptoms felt all too familiar, the same as when he was hit in the head by a "surprise" soccer ball while flirting on the playground!
Damn, this experience is too real, isn't it?
His first reaction was to call for his two brothers. They saw the explosion. He seemed to see the poor sod Coo Coo Chicken blown away?
Alas, it's highly likely that he's already roasted.
But the reality was better than Gebao imagined.
Coo Coo Chicken wasn't dead. The violent explosion flung him across, crashing into the wooden gate on the opposite side of the village street.
Although it felt like his waist was about to break, at least he was alive, albeit troubled by a "blind" and "deaf" debuff. He lay on the ground moaning and couldn't get up.
The one who had it best was Ayu.
This lucky guy was far away, communicating unevenly in sign language with Maxim when the village warehouse exploded. Maxim knocked him to the ground, and not a single hair on him was hurt.
But the scene before the four of them was extremely tragic.
There was only one street in Morlan Village. The warehouse at the end of the village was completely bombed out by the witch hunters' alchemic bomb. The substance similar to "Burning Glue" inside had been unleashed, causing the fire to burn intensively, quickly igniting the surrounding buildings. The craziest thing was that villagers ignited by the fire kept rushing out of the warehouse screaming.
But they were beyond saving.
Their bodies covered with some kind of oil, most of them collapsed in the fire after a few flutters.
Ordinarily, no matter how terrifying the scenes in a game are, they are just plots and cutscenes to players. But the "game" these three were in was too real. The stimulating scene left the three innocent college students in shock, at a loss for how to help.
Ayu wanted to rush forward but was forcibly held back by Maxim. If they got any closer to the fire, they would be burnt.
The innocent players really couldn't understand why the witch hunters would lock up the villagers in the warehouse and why they would detonate the bomb in their own hideout?
But Maxim had heard of such things.
He got up from the ground and said to Ayu in a tone of hatred and disgust:
"The witch hunters have judged this village as a gathering place of vampire worshippers and sentenced these villagers to the 'flames'. Those madmen locked the innocent ones in the warehouse, presumably intending to execute them after killing Sir Morphy.
But we won.
Therefore, the witch hunters, realizing they no longer had a way out, chose to go down with us.
How vile!"
Maxim spoke in great detail, but the young players just couldn't understand his Transylvanian. But from Maxim's expression of grief and anger, the players could roughly guess the cause and effect of the event.
Especially after the exterior wall of the burning warehouse collapsed, revealing the burning skeleton of a witch hunter, Lead Dove immediately vented his anger and started cursing:
"Damn it! If you want to fight, then fight! Killing vampires is one thing, but what the hell is killing civilians? These witch hunters are revolting! What's the difference between them and the devils who should go to hell?"
"I just think this scene is a little disgusting."
Unable to bear looking, Ayu turned his head and whispered:
"Did it really have to be this realistic? Wouldn't some texture mapping have been enough? If they keep doing this, it'd be a miracle if this game passes inspection after testing."
"Err, I can't see now."
Temporarily blinded, Spicy GuGu Chicken sat on the side panting. He said quietly:
"But based on your descriptions, I feel that this blindness might not be that bad, bless Merciful Buddha, it's tragic."
Maxim, born in a similar village, couldn't help but kneel in front of the silent fire scene and whisper a prayer.
The real joke was that although the villagers had been exterminated by the Witch Hunters of the Old Faith, his prayers were still in the language of the Old Faith.
Having no choice, the vampires didn't have their own divine spirits or churches, so the vampire worshipers had to use scriptures from a religion that had disappeared ten years ago, to mourn their dead. Another human faith, the teachings of the Winter Wolves Religion, was based far away in the Kingdom of Nordtof, and could never spread in the incompatible environment of Transylvania.
The three young players were also silent at this time.
"Do you see?"
Morphy's voice sounded behind them.
For the vampire, viewing this horrific scene dampened his mood. To the players, this was just a game, but to Morphy, all of this was real.
Using the moment's emotion and the light from the fire as a background, Morphy half-seriously lowered his voice and said to the players:
"Such things happen every day in this brutal and barbaric world, but everyone else turns a blind eye. The fallen ones are immersed in the illusions of lust, power, and war, yet they ignore the real pain they inflict.
This is why I summoned you, warriors from a different world.
This is the grand scheme I want to plan and carry out...
Together, perhaps we can turn all this around!"