When the silence of death was restored in the hall, the voice of the First Master, Valoka, with a slight anger, sounded again.

"Gogan, are you sure you can benefit from this time? Now that the latter families have been in close contact, this situation continues to be maintained, and it is our interests that will be lost! Otherwise, do you think those idiots will let go of this opportunity to attack us and let this situation stay here? ”

"My dear sister, don't you still believe in my loyalty? The Mage's Guild and the Council of the Dead are targeting the ancient relics of the Arcane Empire that I have been studying for a long time, otherwise I wouldn't have agreed to such a condition when the Mage Guild first found me. Only by letting them fight dog-eat-dog can we get more information and information from them, and we can completely dominate this huge discovery in the future! When the time comes, sacrifice to the Great Goddess, and your position will be more secure! ”

"Hmph, you're talking about the future, but now they've made the surrounding city a miasma, and even the operation of the city has been affected. How much longer do you think we'll have to put up with them? ”

"It's coming, it's really fast. Those 3 teams of surface mages are already close to my projected goal, and will have physical contact with the relic within a week. I've been researching for years, but there is a lack of key information, and there is not much progress at all, and now they take the initiative to send it to the door, and I will intervene again the moment they succeed and eat them whole! ”

"I hope so! You'll have to keep an eye on them, and I'll treat these impudent surface mages well afterwards! The Valloga Mistress's voice had become sharper, and it seemed that she had accumulated a lot of anger during this time.

Yes, no matter where the power holders are, they will be angry when they see some outsiders fighting in their own land. It's a naked offense and a trampling on dignity.

These damn surface mages!

However, after the chief ** master Gogan stepped out of the hall through the secret door at the back, the irritability and annoyance on the face of the Valoka Mistress magically disappeared, and it was replaced by a chuckle of unknown meaning. For a moment, a sound similar to the moaning of a charming woman echoed in the empty hall.

……

With follow-up support, the Bloodfiend has completely unleashed his hands and feet, and if necessary, he can turn the outskirts of Kazanmoyes City into a dead realm.

Don't know what your competitors are doing? But there is no need to know anymore. The only thing the Blood Fiends with 120 vampires behind them need to do is find these surface mages and leave them here forever. No one cares what a dead man wants to do.

As a famous blood hero, under his leadership, the movement speed, attack power, and reaction speed of these vampires have been greatly improved, and the greater improvement lies in the proportion of vampire self-healing. In short, within the range of the blood aura of the Blood Fiend, these ordinary vampires are no weaker than a heavily armored knight in terms of defensive power, and their attack power has increased exponentially.

With such a group of fierce demons, the Blood Demon is like an evil demon king out of hell, surrounded by endless vampire fanatics, and the creatures in their pass are extinct.

Bloodfiend did not hide his goal, and ran wildly along the route taken by the surface mage. Those underground creatures who knew how to avoid did not chase after them, but in the way of the way, a sweep would only leave a dry corpse that seemed to have been displayed for many years.

So, in a narrow cavern, the Bloodfiends caught up with the small team.

14 male Drow warriors and 2 high mages.

Such a team is strong enough, and as long as the Drow Warrior can buy 2 high-level mages enough time to cast spells, even the simplest Bead Fireball or Burst Fireball can exert ten or even a hundred times more power in this small area.

But they don't have that much time.

As a veteran of the underworld, the leader of this drow force did not forget to set up secret outposts on the periphery. The camp is set up in a small cavern with only one entrance, plus magic traps, and 2 experienced Drow warriors, which is careful and meticulous enough. Unfortunately, they encountered a Blood Demon who played his cards unconventionally.

The swarm of bats transformed by the passionate vampire is like a black whirlwind, accompanied by a loud flapping of wings, and it rushes at the enemy who is camping at lightning speed.

Due to the volley, some of the traps laid on the ground were no longer effective, but it was the mage's magic vigilance circle that was the first to spot the attackers. Unfortunately, it was only a short 4 seconds between the special fluctuations sent back by the vigilant circle and the bats flying over the camp, so most of the people in the camp had just woken up from their dormant state, and countless vampires had already pounced on the top of the pitch-black cave.

Nearly 30 Drow warriors from the bat swarm pounced on the periphery, and the huge bat body suddenly transformed into a sturdy vampire in the air less than 5 meters away from these warriors, opening its blood-red mouth, and the curved and sharp claws in its hands slashed at each other with a dazzling cold light. As for the large army of bats, they did not entangle with these peripheral warriors at all, relying on the flexibility and speed of their bodies, interspersed with roundabouts to go straight to the two magnificent and luxurious huge tents in the innermost part of the cave.

The sharp claws quickly smashed one side of the tent, and the subsequent bats closed their wings and rushed straight into the tent like a charging warrior.

Despite the suddenness of the incident, the leader of Drow's team quickly entered the battle mode, and the thin stabbing sword in his hand turned into a bolt of lightning and stabbed five or six blood holes in the two vampires that pounced in front of him. However, the opponent did not dodge or dodge, and even pounced along the sword momentum many times, striving to keep the sword body in the body for a longer time, and used this way to drag the opponent.

The leader of the Drow warriors is a master weapon, and the thin stabbing sword in his hand has been churning continuously in the vampire's body, and has turned a finger-thick blood hole into a hole the size of a bowl, and then the muscles in his arm trembled and shook the opponent away, and then his feet slid and let the claws of the two vampires attack sideways.

But that's where his glory ends.

The body was still smoothing, and I felt the wind whistling at the back of my neck, and I suddenly looked back and saw a bloody mouth full of fangs.

"Ah......h

Terrible screams rang out in the camp, and each Drow warrior had one or two murderous vampires hanging from them, ignoring the enemy's attacks, and swallowing in one bite, often with both hands and mouth, trying to create wounds on the enemy's body.

And the center of gravity of the battlefield is all in the two ornate tents at the innermost. By now, twenty or thirty vampires had been drilled into each tent, enough to take up most of the space inside.

Suddenly, a blue magical shield rose in a tent, and under the reflection of magical light, a tall and thin figure was projected on the silk cover on one side of the tent, and countless humanoid or bat-like vampires could be seen constantly impacting the standing figure from various angles, making him staggering and unable to stand upright.

The enemy was too close and too close, so close that any attack spell would inevitably affect him, but there was not much time left for the high-level mage, and the continuous screams outside made him understand the urgency of the situation.

A brief burst of shouting, as well as a quick sentence break spell, quickly spread through the tent, engulfing all the vampires around it. Blue glowed, and all the vampires were frozen in a huge block of ice in their original positions.

Due to the fact that it was a broken sentence cast, and there was no proper sapphire powder to guide the cast, this blue ice cube was not stable, and as many vampires struggled inside, obvious cracks and breakages had appeared, and it could not hold on for a few seconds.

High mage Thorim took the opportunity to open the way with a series of fireballs, blasting a bloody path, breaking through the interceptions of many vampires in a row, and rushing into the tent of another high mage.

"Hodir, go! Here......"

Torim hissed and screamed as a ring of flames forced away the vampire bats chasing after him, but the sight of the tent made his heart pound.

There was no light, no fighting, the whole tent was silent.

The light of the campfire beating outside shone through the corners of the broken tent, allowing him to barely see inside.

The tent had been subjected to a fierce spell attack, and everything had been shattered and scattered everywhere. There are traces of fire on the ground, traces of freezing, and the stench of lightning burning ** in the air. And his companion, the level 11 high-level mage Hodir, was standing quietly in the middle of the clearing, motionless, his hands and feet hanging weakly. A dark, shadowy figure was hunched around his neck, making a cooing and sucking sound.

In the vultures, a pair of bloody eyes lit up at the human form, and the withered body of the mage Hodir fell like rotten wood. With the faint light from inside the tent, his face could be seen wrinkled, too old to be recognized.

"Ah......h Die, damn the undead! ……”

A High Mage caught in extreme horror and anger was terrifying, but it was also his last madness. Locked at him by those bloody eyes, Mage Torim unconsciously fell into a state of madness, and even gave up the spell attack, picked up the staff in his hand and smashed it at the demon.

"Bloodrage"

An action skill of Bloodseeker that provokes a unit's insatiable thirst for blood. The unit cannot cast spells and loses a small amount of health per second, but increases its attack damage.

Originally, it was almost impossible for such a skill to act on a high-level mage, either blocked by the shield outside his body, or resisted by his powerful spiritual power, but the current high-level mage Torim was not in a normal state.

First of all, his outer shield had been destroyed by the ice magic just now, and secondly, witnessing the tragic death of his companion had left his spirit in a state of extreme tension and fear, and he could no longer calm down. The combination of these two factors made the Blood Fiend successfully perform the "Blood Fury" in one fell swoop.

It's the most ridiculous thing in the world for a high-ranking mage to abandon spell attacks in favor of hand-to-hand combat. So before he could wake up from his mental madness, the Blood Fiend's sharp hollow canine teeth had already pierced into his neck.

Therefore, the high-level mage Thorim experienced the true feeling of being drained of blood in a state of clear thinking. As the blood flowed, his mind blurred, and his weak hands let go of the mage's staff, and his consciousness squeezed out a word from his dry throat before sinking into the final darkness.

"For ...... What the......? ”

[This book was first published from, the first time to see the genuine content!] ]

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