Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 335 331. The Dilemma of the Witch Hunt

  Red Moon World.

  On the edge of Fochshire, in the hilly area bordering New Yorkshire, a large military camp has been delineated.

  Hundreds of witch hunters are resting here, under the banners of various organizations, and some soldiers on horseback come in and out, bringing new battle reports into this barracks.

A few decades ago, after the last group of refugees from the Old World flooded into the new colony, the power and concept of the country developed here. However, based on the current situation of the Red Moon Realm, it is not difficult to imagine that the power of the state is already very strong here. Waning.

  The real thing is the organization of witch hunters, the Vaslow Witch Hunt Club.

  Traditionally speaking, all the witch hunters in the new colony of the Red Moon Realm are under the management of the witch hunt association. This paramilitary organization is the main military force of the new colony when dealing with monsters.

  However, this large barracks in front of me is not the site of a witch hunt.

  It belongs to the Haierford family that has risen rapidly in Fuxi County in the past six months.

   "Master Murphy is here!"

  As the horse galloping over, the witch hunter and the rebel knight Jack riding on the horse shouted to their boss, the Knight Commander of the Haierford Family, Huck J. Johnson.

  "They brought the latest report on the Misty Coast. It is said that the situation is worse."

   "Beep."

  Sitting in front of the blacksmith's shop, Huck, who was wiping the spirit sword attentively, raised his head and curled his lips with disdain. This small, well-known witch hunter in Fuxi County whispered:

   "They can't hold it anymore. They came to us for help. I told the butler Sann that we don't have to face their cold **** at all.

  As far as the current situation in New Yorkshire is concerned, the witch-hunting club can't stand it at all. Sooner or later, those arrogant guys have to lower their positions and ask us for help. "

"really."

  Jack riding a horse moved the mechanical prosthesis of his left hand, and he said to his boss with approval:

  "The masters of the group of witch hunters have their tails up to the sky one by one, with a dead face, as if everyone owes them money. No wonder the Saen butler always says that they are a bunch of old-fashioned."

   "Well, we can say this by ourselves, so don't be heard by them."

  Huck inserted the elegant war knife into the scabbard, picked up the heavy sniper attached to his hand, put it on his back, and checked the two rapid-fire pistols on his waist.

   Then turned on his horse, and in the beating of the cavalry cloak, with the witch hunters of the Sals hunting group, at the entrance of the barracks, greeted the envoys of the Vaslow witch hunting group.

  The group also rode horses, not many.

  But each body exudes the obscure aura of ascetic monk.

   "The Chief Saen and the Lady Countess are already waiting for you."

  Hakla with the horse rein, with a tone of neither humble nor arrogant, said to the envoys in front of him:

   "Follow me."

   "Hold on!"

  The witch hunter headed in front of him raised his head. He was wearing a long black cloak and a half-old hunting suit. He was carrying two swords behind his back and a shotgun in his horse pocket.

  It is worth noting that.

  The witch hunter blinded one eye, leaving a terrifying scar on his left eye, like a beast patted off a paw, ruining a small half of his face.

  It is hard to imagine how he survived such an injury.

  He looked at Huck.

   With a one-eyed gaze, he paused for a moment on Huck’s saber and weapons, and asked in a deep voice:

  "The Haierford family told the Elder Witch Hunt that you could find strong reinforcements. That is why I left the front line of the battlefield and came here, but I did not see any reinforcements."

"No hurries?"

  Huck shook his whip and said in a playful tone:

  "You are paid for asking for help, Master Murphy, the payment has not been negotiated yet, so naturally there are no reinforcements. But our Haierford family is a thousand-year-old nobleman on this land!

  If we dare to promise reinforcements, we will certainly not disappoint your desires.

  The premise is.

  You can afford it! "

  After finishing speaking, Huck turned his horse's head, took his own people, and walked to the barracks.

"Grandmaster!"

  Huck's slightly arrogant answer made the eyes of the young witch hunters who followed Master Murphy sparkle with anger, and a witch hunter even held the hilt of the sword.

  "We don’t have to suffer such humiliation! We can."

   "No, we can't do it, Nisha."

  Master Murphy sighed.

  He looked at the barracks in front of him, and said in a deep voice:

  "We are here to ask for assistance.

  He is right. We have to let go of our pride in order to touch a possible victory. Millions of people throughout the new colony are counting on us.

  In such a situation, personal honor and disgrace are not worth mentioning.

  Let's go.

  Let’s listen to the price proposed by the Haierford family. "

   became the dog-legged Huck of the Knight Commander of the Haierford Family. He straightened his waist and stood in front of the barracks. He stretched out his hand to Master Murphy behind him and made a "please" gesture.

  The latter adjusted his hunting outfit, raised his hand to open the tent, and walked in with his disciples.

  There are four people in the tent.

  The head of the Haierford family, Countess Helya, sat in the middle, dressed in a cowboy costume, and dressed up in a brave manner. Under her feet was a black panther with a dark body without a trace of stray hair.

  When a few witch hunters walked in, the black panther raised his head and glanced at them with dark green eyes. He quickly lost interest and continued to doze there.

  Beside Helya, old Saen stood.

  The dress of this old witch hunter is very similar to that of Master Murphy, except that his hunting outfit and the black cloak are cleaner. Both of them have been seen by Master Murphy.

  But the remaining two people are very strange.

  At the edge of the tent, on a stretched travel chair, is sitting a man wearing a vest and military pants, but with long ponytail hair, strong muscles and a trace of evil.

  The face is very oriental.

  He looked at a group of witch hunters with great interest.

  The vision is not friendly, just like looking at the opponent and sandbags.

  Behind this relaxed man, a strong female figure close to two and a half meters tall stood there with a humble expression on her hands. She was wearing a purple weird battle suit and with exaggerated blindfolds around her eyes.

  Especially the muscles, as fit and exaggerated as a sculpture like a knife and axe, more like bulging stones, all over the torso of the limbs, making several young witch hunters stunned.

  They are already considered as mysterious warriors, and they have been well-informed after years of fighting monsters.

  But it is them, they have never seen such a strong human being.

   is still a weaker woman.

  Master Murphy did not waste time on these two strangers. He looked at Old Saen and performed the etiquette among witch hunters. Old Saen was also very courteous.

  The master looked at the calm-faced lady again, and said:

  "We both have precious time, so I won’t talk about those polite scenes. The Countess, the Witch Hunt needs support. The Gordon Saints of the Presbyterian Church have decided to fight to the last person in New Yorkshire.

  But the situation is critical. Even if we bet on everything, we are not sure of winning. We need it."

   "The situation should not have been so critical."

  Halya stretched out her hand and interrupted Master Murphy’s statement slightly rudely. She blinked her big blue eyes and said:

   "If three months ago, you could let go of your arrogance and stubbornness, and accept the request of the Haierford family to participate in the war, then now, the war on the Misty Coast should have subsided.

  It is you who misjudged the situation, it was you who gave up the initiative, so here today, you shouldn't ask the master. "

  The lady touched the head of the panther under her feet.

  At this moment, she took up the inherent noble air, and in a slow, low, and unrejectable tone, she said to Master Murphy in front of her:

   "I will not promise you and the elders, how powerful the reinforcements I have brought, and I will not tell you anything about them! I have learned a lot of truths during my travels in the past few months.

  One of the most important is that if you want others to be convinced, you can’t just rely on language.

  I will let you see with your own eyes. "

  Master Murphy was silent for a moment. In the words of the lady in front of him, he felt a strong self-confidence. He did not think that such self-confidence was groundless.

  It seems that Lady Helya, who has mysteriously disappeared for several months, has really found her strength.

  Master thought for a moment, he asked:

   "So, what's the price?"

  The Countess took a deep breath. She stood up and said to Master Murphy:

   "The price is, the witch hunt!"

"Um?"

  The witch hunter raised his head, with doubts in his one-eyed eyes, Hulya looked at him and explained softly:

  "We will help you win the war, we will take you back to the old continent, we will take you to recover the land lost by your ancestors, and bring the fire of civilization back to your lost hometown.

  As a price, the Vaslow Witch Hunting Club will serve the power behind me from now on!

  You want to be a part of us!

  And be willing. "

"This is impossible!"

  Master Murphy did not answer, the witch hunter behind him exclaimed:

  "The Vaslow Witch Hunt will never obey any organization or individual. When every Witch Hunter swears to join the Witch Hunt, he will swear to dedicate his life and power to the order of the new colony!

  We will not be a plaything in someone's hands! It will not become a lackey of careerists! "

   "Order?"

  The Countess retorted her unwillingly:

   "There is order in the place you see? Don't deceive yourself! The new colony is just a desperate cage. We are just lingering on the bells when the end is coming, pretending that we are still fighting!

  But the people, all people, what we need is not our self-moving spirit to throw our blood on them!

  All they need is hope!

  What they need is a normal life that they can enjoy as a person. This is something you can’t give them. The original intention of the Vasilow Witch Hunting Club deviated from the needs of the people.

  I just, take you back to the right way! "

  The words of the Countess, like a sword, pierced the hearts of all the witch hunters, causing the witch hunter who had spoken to refute her pale face, and there was dead silence in the tent.

  Ten seconds later, the complex-looking Master Murphy asked:

  "Then, Your Excellency, when do you want me to see what you claim?"

  "唰"

The old Saen behind Helya silently handed out an employee contract. He pushed the monocle on his left eye and said:

   "Sign it, Murphy, you can see hope after signing it."

  Master Witch Hunter accepted the contract and took a look.

  He raised his head and said to the lady:

   "I am willing to give everything to see the disaster in New Yorkshire disappear. It is too early to talk about the future now, and your asking price is too high.

  I cannot represent the Presbyterian Church, I can only represent myself.

but."

  He took the quill pen from Old Saen, signed his name on the contract, and said to Helya:

"But if you can really do what you claim, if you can really bring the hope you promised, I believe that the elders, and even all the witch hunters and all the people on this land, will unconditionally obey you.

  We will hold you to the highest throne, we will follow you to the end of the world, we will shed the last drop of blood for you, as long as you can do it

  Those you claim! "

"Hahaha"

  For the first time, Lady Helya, who had negotiated a deal on her own, was in a very good mood at this moment. She laughed twice, not so ladylike, and then made a "please" action to Master Murphy.

she says:

   "Follow me, Master."

   "I will show you, hope."

  (End of this chapter)