Murphy showed a satisfied smile.

He looked back at his little players. Brother Mingmiao and Gebao, who had already experienced it, saw his expression and knew that this was a sign that this round of testing was about to end again, so Brother Mingmiao stepped forward and said sincerely

explain:

"Mr. Murphy, I know this request is a bit excessive, but we hope to stay in this world for a while longer so that we can better adapt to it."

"Yes, Master Murphy, this village is so miserable."

The Cuckoo Chicken and Ayun beside them also asked for help:

"We can stay here and help you search. Uh, I mean, helping the poor red-haired girl bury her relatives and friends is one of the few things we can do for this village.

Of course Gebao should let him go back, he is too miserable."

"this"

Murphy didn't need to look closely to know what the young players wanted to do. He just felt that the open beta was not open now, and every opportunity to go online was rare, so it was understandable to want to stop for a while.

So he pretended to be a little embarrassed, and after "hard thinking", he said to the eager little players:

"Then stay a little longer, but I will leave here when night comes to join my companions. By then you will have to go back to your world. The big plan cannot be exposed yet!

I must act cautiously before having my own power. This is to protect me and you.

I hope you can understand."

Hearing that the NPC allowed their request to stay here longer, the young players immediately cheered, especially the newbies who were online for the first time, and they were even more surprised by everything they saw.

Mainly because this environment is so real!

If you can't log out of the game normally, it's like you've truly stepped into another world, and you can't help but linger. Even if it's just an ordinary little village, it's enough for these simple little players to play for a long time.

.

Murphy stood by the earthen wall and watched the innocent little players in front of him communicating in sign language around Miriam, who did not understand the language. He also felt a rare sense of relaxation since time travel.

As a result, before I could relax for a few seconds, a new prompt popped up in front of my eyes:

[Novice Guidance Task (5/6): Comprehensive assessment, lead all current manpower, from planning to preparation to final practice to complete a complex actual combat operation!

Specific requirements are as follows:

1. Alpha must complete tactical discussions and form strategies with cute little players in the game.

2. The main process of actual combat operations must be completed by Alpha and player forces alone.

3. Alpha or the player must personally complete the killing of the leader selected as the target force for actual combat, and ensure that at least one-fifth of the current manpower is alive at the end of the operation.

Reward: Test invitation code +10, new features unlocked, additional rewards will be given depending on task completion.

Developer's note: Come on, there are only six links in the novice guidance tasks. Once you complete them all, it means that you are already a qualified test administrator who can face most emergencies.

Although, that only means the real beginning of your long service life.】

Murphy looked at the task in front of him and fell into deep thought.

Although he didn't know who designed this system and installed it in his body, he was now basically certain that that guy was a bad guy.

Is this a fucking task that I can accomplish in ten years as a social worker?

Damn, this is just a novice task. The intensity is so crazy. I can’t even imagine what you will ask me to do when I become an official test administrator.

Blanch!

All the good mood is gone.

——

"We can't leave!"

On the road away from the village of Moreland, the witch hunter who was burned on his saddle gritted his teeth and shouted to the veteran riding in front of him:

"Norman! We must rescue little Natalie! We can't leave that child there, her life is much more valuable than ours."

Norman, the veteran, said nothing, but tapped the stirrup on his horse to speed up. As the night became increasingly gloomy around him, he said hoarsely:

"Calm down, Mond, this was a trap from the beginning, and the vampire tricked us around. Calm down, trust Natalie! She will be fine.

Have you forgotten the prophecy that the Elders of Gramamo made about her when she was born?

This child will become a true leader under the protection of Avalon. She will do something that is beyond the reach of ordinary people. She will never die here!

Avalon is protecting her."

These words silenced the hunters around him.

They could not refute Norman's reasons, because almost all the predictions made by the Presbyterian Church of Glamor over the past few hundred years had come true, including the rebellion ten years ago that turned the Church of Avalon into the old religion.

In this world where gods exist, prophecies are by no means illusory.

What's more, in their current situation, if they want to go back to rescue Natalie, they will only increase casualties. They must leave first and gather strength before they can fight back.

"The mission to intercept the courier failed."

The veteran grabbed the horse's reins and said in a deep voice:

"We must meet up with the chapter leader immediately to determine the next action plan. Cheer up, guys, our hunting is not over yet."

"No, it's over!"

A cold voice suddenly appeared next to the four breaking out witch hunters like a sweeping shadow, causing their horses to neigh uneasily and stop in place.

The leading veteran, Norman, raised his head and saw a pair of huge bloody wings spread out in front of him.

The huge blood-colored bat wings held up a petite figure hanging in the air like a ghost. Behind her, there were four Blood Vulture Midnight Hunters holding spears, sharp swords and bladed whips, standing proudly.

And higher up, a group of scarlet fireworks was exploding high in the sky.

Those light spots converged into the image of the spread-winged Holy Blood Vulture, which was the gathering symbol of the Blood Vulture Clan, representing that all the midnight hunters wandering around would gather here in this dark night.

"Shua"

Old Norman pulled out the sword from his waist.

The three witch hunters behind him also made the same move. Facing the elite Blood Vulture Midnight Hunters, whose general strength was in the upper reaches of the Black Iron rank, they knew they could not win.

But this is not a reason to give up the fight, let alone a reason to surrender.

"The 37th Witch Hunting Squadron of the White Oak Chapter!"

The veteran sword moved forward, and the horse's rein pulled to calm the anxious mount. Under the sarcastic gazes of the midnight hunters who appeared one after another in the dark night, he roared in a dull voice with no expression on his face:
Chapter completed!