The bombs within were also ignited!
The most swiftly charging one was blown off his feet in the violent explosion and his cloak was ignited. The other three witch hunters quickly pulled him back to avoid being turned into living targets for the following arrows.
But they completely overthought it.
The players' current aim is so poor, they couldn't possibly shoot arrows that threatening!
Just managing to fire off the arrows was considered a win.
"It's them! They slaughtered this village! These witch hunters are villains! Brothers, show no mercy! Shoot them down!"
The Lead Dove, full of rage after witnessing the horrific state of the village yesterday, furiously shouted.
The other two middle-aged small players hiding upstairs also switched their crossbows to shoot towards the witch hunters. Their aim was slightly better than Lead Dove's and managed to have a suppressive effect in this chaotic situation.
"Ahh!"
A terrible scream sounded from behind the female hunter who was chasing Murphy.
She turned around, only to see the door of the ambush house had been blown to pieces.
One-armed veteran Porter was pinned to the ground with two long pitchforks pressed against his waist, two tall militiamen held him down as if they were skewering a wild boar, shouting excitedly. Meanwhile, another short militiaman slashed at Porter with a hunting knife.
Two went in but only one came out.
The fate of the other witch hunter was self-evident. The blood stains on the excited militiamen said it all. These damned vampire worshippers!
There are such malignant tumors all over Transylvania! This region, tainted by vampires for 400 years, is beyond salvation!
"Don't mind me, Little Natalie! Run!"
The pressed down, one-armed veteran Porter yelled at his team leader as he endured the pain. He reached for a grenade, planning to perish together with the vampire worshippers, but it was kicked away by the agile "Three Five Battles". Immediately after, Milian, who was holding a wooden stick, shrieked and hit him on the head.
The anger of having their homes burned and their village slaughtered was completely unleashed at this moment, which made this young Transylvanian woman as fierce as a she-wolf, repeatedly hitting the veteran with her stick.
Meow Brother, who was covered in blood, also rushed out of the house.
His leg had been slashed and he was limping, but he was unusually excited. He grabbed the hunting rifle seized from another knocked down witch hunter and took a kneeling aiming pose outside the house.
"Oh crap! A sniper rifle! It's a 98K! Boss just dropped some equipment!"
Coo Coo Chicken, who had just been fighting off the recon witch hunter Ambo and was panting heavily, turned his head and couldn't help exclaiming when he saw Meow Brother's impressive stance.
"Bang"
Meow Brother pulled the trigger, the round lead bullet flew out of the chamber, hitting the ground three feet away from the female witch hunter under Murphy's speechless gaze, raising a cloud of dust.
What a lame aiming!
Did he miss the target even with a rifle at ten meters?
"Ahem, it's not my fault! There are no rifling on this thing!"
Meow Brother, aware of his embarrassing error, hastily reloaded and grumbled a curse to defend himself.
He has a point!
Who knew that aiming in a real game would be this difficult, even for someone who's a pro at shooting sniper rifles in FPS games! This must be a problem with the physics engine, right? How could it be my fault?
I'm usually damn good at shooting sniper rifles!
"You're so lame, Meow Brother, move over!"
The only girl among the twelve young players couldn't stand it anymore.
She dashed over, snatched the long-barrelled hunting rifle from Meow Brother, held it in her hand, pushed the gun barrel down with a clicking sound and loaded the bloody lead bullet. Then she took a very professional look around.
"Middle break, smoothbore, classic design, at least it's not a flintlock, I've never dealt with those... but why is the bullet round? What kind of trajectory does it follow when fired?
Is it that unscientific?"
The girl murmured something under her breath, then aimed in a standing position for a few seconds. When Murphy and the female witch hunter split again, she decisively pulled the trigger.
"Bang"
A splash of blood burst from the back of the female witch hunter, causing her to stumble. Murphy seized the opportunity and drove his sword into the fierce female witch hunter, kicking out her dangerous burning oak sword, triggering cheers from the small players nearby.
"What do you do in real life, young lady?"
Meow Brother, whose cheeks were burning red, looked at the heroic "Lumina·Sun Mark" with wide-eyed admiration and couldn't help asking. She rolled her eyes, clicked to reload, shrugged her shoulders and responded quietly:
"Just a student. I go to the shooting range a couple of times a week. Don't you guys have any hobbies when you're in school?"
The ambushed and surrounded female witch hunter realized she was at an absolute disadvantage. Seeing that the damned vampire was about to pounce on her again, she stepped back and grabbed what had been on her back the whole time.
It was heavy and required both hands to hold, even for an experienced witch hunter.
The metal cylindrical quiver was fixed to the wooden body. A small steam engine inside ignited increasing the pressure, the burning metal catalyst volatilized in the propulsion pipe. With the white high-temperature steam flowing out from the exhaust pipe, the silver gears whirled rapidly, driving the entire precision mechanical structure, emitting a harsh clicking sound.
She aimed this ominous-looking Automatic Hunting Crossbow at the incoming Murphy.