"Block it off! Block it off! Quick, where are the musketeers? Seal off the back street!"
Meow Brother stood on the roof of a two-story building at nightfall, directing the battle with the Scarlet Witch's staff in hand. But he wasn't a professional like Happy Stick, and his orders weren't precise enough. He could only go by instinct.
Still, the little players had truly racked up an impressive "body count" that afternoon.
Thanks to their shameless daytime ambushes, by dusk they'd already taken down twenty-two vampires.
Of course, the ones whose hiding places the little players found so easily couldn't have been elite fighters. They were all family nobodies, and even after killing them, the players only got weakened vampire hearts. There wasn't much else worth looting, either.
But this was proof enough that hunting vampires in the daytime wasn't all that dangerous.
The Witch Hunter's special elixirs and sword oils had made the job even easier. The fanatical armed blood thralls, on the other hand, were more troublesome.
Luckily, there were plenty of players. Otherwise, those ambushes could easily have turned the tables on them.
But once night fell, the situation changed in an instant.
The Blood Eagle traitors who'd survived the daytime came back at full strength, while elite vampires who'd been hiding somewhere began to emerge and hunt.
With the darkness strengthening them, these guys killed players as easily as chickens. The little players had no choice but to hold their ground on a single street, too afraid to split up.
Fortunately, Lady Adele and six vampire descendants had suddenly joined the fight without warning, finally giving the little players—who'd been hunting since the afternoon—a chance to catch their breath.
"I get it now. We're the bait in this operation, right? You know, like the bait those