The entire valley camp was in shambles.

There was fighting everywhere, and there were terrible shouts everywhere.

The crisp sound of the impact of the sword, the brilliant vision after the spell is activated, and the miserable battlefield of the soldiers and horses, the stump and the broken sword, together outline a tragic picture of hell on earth.

There are still a lot of 23 blood mages brought by the Blood Demon, and they are incarnating into thousands of valleys to hunt down those human warriors who have fled. After half an hour of fierce and bloody fighting, the commander of this unit realized the irreparable gap in strength between the two sides, so he issued the order to retreat in time.

It's a pity that their initial plan was too good, and the combat site they chose was too narrow, which was suitable for them to catch turtles in the urn and be caught by others.

Once the entrance to the narrow valley is blocked by the blood mage, the frightened human warriors can only climb the steep mountain wall like headless flies. With such a rugged and steep terrain, it is extremely difficult to climb even if there is no heavy snow to hinder it, not to mention that the mountain is still covered with heavy snow and is slippery everywhere.

The human warriors fell with bruised noses and swollen faces, and they couldn't climb the steep mountain wall of nearly 70 degrees, but instead gathered at the foot of the mountain in vain. If it weren't for the fact that the sword had already been discarded halfway through, I am afraid that it would have been a mess by itself.

At this moment, the only thing that is still a little organized is Viscount Gamai's personal guard. More than 20 knights of the clan guard formed a strong line of defense, and fled into the depths of the valley in battle. And after them were Hera, who had just turned into a bloodwarlock, and three of his men.

On the vast snow, Gamai and his party lost their armor one by one, and the wolf Bèi, who was deep and shallow, fled, and everyone had panicked expressions on their faces. And corresponding to them were the four Hera who were chasing after them. The robes were hunting in the cold wind, but the few of them looked serene, as if they were strolling through the flowers, enjoying the blissful life of a drunken beauty.

The master and the leader have issued a strict order not to leave any one alive, and none of these guys in front of him can be left. However, before enjoying this feast, a wonderful atmosphere is also essential. Legend has it that the noble and elegant Count, who lives on the blood of the living, likes to use the terrible screams of the living as a beautiful piece of music on the table when enjoying a good meal. Since this kind of rumor is so noisy, there must be a reason for it, and Hera has long wanted to find an opportunity to try it.

"Having a viscount as an appetizer at this time must add a lot of color!" Hera thought to herself.

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The tent in the center of the camp had been shattered by a series of blasting spells, and the two exhausted high-level mages were less than 20 meters apart, glaring at each other with hatred.

The few minutes just now were simply the smoothest and fastest moment in their lives, one by one mid- and low-level spells were activated from their hands like a stream, or the opponent's protection was turned into fireflies, or the opponent was forced to give up the powerful spell that was about to take shape with a ferocious attack and move away.

At the extreme moment when their lives were threatened, they all inspired the fierceness and ferocity hidden deep in their bones, walking in the firelight like a battle mage, shuttling through the lightning, and swaying what they had mastered and possessed. There has never been a moment when their spirit has been so focused and calm, and there has never been a moment when they have the confidence and heroism to take everything under control.

They didn't look much at the fireball that flew by the side of their face, even if the flames on the fireball had scorched their cheeks, and they only looked at the opponent who was still muttering a spell not far away.

Every mantra scale, every gesture of the opponent, is meticulously perceived. The ice-like calm brains spun rapidly, or spell hedges, or cast spells to counteract, thinking back to instinct, and the spell-casting skills honed for decades completely exploded at this moment, allowing them to dodge each other's attacks again and again.

The injuries were stacked on top of each other, but the two mages who had fought to the extreme were still howling and roaring excitedly. The pain in their bodies no longer affected their senses, and their overly excited spirits allowed them to enter the rare state of "casting concentration" that the caster dreamed of.

If they can survive this battle, it has to be said that they all have a chance to go further in the short term. It's a pity that there are so many fates! Their hard work and hard work have become the last moment of fireworks. When a qiē is a foregone conclusion, death will also come!

There was a muffled "snap", and a shrunken and shriveled corpse fell in front of the two of them, and then the blood demon fluttering in the scarlet cloak fell from the sky without a trace of fireworks.

The arrival of the Blood Demon completely woke up the two high-level mages who had already played their true fire.

Stopping the spell they were preparing, the two high-level mages raised their eyes and looked around, the camp that was full of people and strong soldiers half a day ago had become a bloody slaughterhouse at this moment. The corpses lying horizontally, the mottled black scorched ground, and the scorched black wooden stakes curling with smoke embellished the scene are extremely desolate, which is shocking.

But what made the two of them feel cold the most was the dried corpse that rolled down between the two.

The ornate and exquisite mage robes, the mage staff that rolled out of his hands, and the pale face that was so white that there was no trace of human color, this ...... Isn't this the same Master Sekar they rely on as their pillar?

Even the master failed?

Once the last belief that sustained them collapsed, their already scarred bodies could no longer stand upright.

Sassoval fell to his knees on one limp foot, looking around in a daze, muttering something to himself. Ser Er was obviously not much better than him, and his barely standing body slowly began to ricke, and the pain that gathered from all over his body instantly knocked him down, making his aching lips pale and trembling like a piledriver.

For what?

Isn't it just a simple "hunt"?

With Master Saikar facing off against the mysterious young mage, the rest of the quest was as easy as a "hunting" show of human nobles. How can it become what it looks like before you know it?

Looking at the fierce demon pacing towards him step by step, the strong stimulation of facing death instantly shattered the hearts of the two of them, causing the two incomparably noble high-level mages to cry and shout in unison.

"What are you crying about? Didn't you two just have a great time? Why did you shrink your eggs in a while? The Blood Demon sneered sympathetically. Having just had a full meal, the lazy Blood Demon didn't have much interest in the two Blood Foods in front of him for the time being.

However, such excellent blood food can't just be wasted.

With a whistle, two blood warlocks silently appeared behind the high-level mage and knocked them unconscious with their fists.

"Bring back the Blood Castle and make them into blood cows, and I will be able to drink the freshest high-quality blood every day in the future." The Bloodseeker's command caused the two Bloodwarlocks to smirk, revealing a mouth full of fangs and a stain of blood that had not yet been wiped.

Although the Blood Demon has opened a special professional lineage after advancing to the Blood Warlock, those previous Blood Mages still need a drop of blood from the Blood Demon as an introduction if they want to successfully change classes. Therefore, so far, there are not many blood mages who can directly change jobs, and all those who have successfully changed jobs have joined the personal guard team formed by the blood demons.

Thanks to the gift of Li Xun, the lord of the cemetery, the vampire clan has been given a place to live. At present, in the newly emerging cemetery city of Solmari, a large-scale blood castle is under construction. It will stand forever in the hearts of all vampires as a sacred place for the entire Bloodline.

It will be the most important place for all the Bloodlines to advance and transfer, and it will also be the place for all the high-level Bloodlines to gather and feast. For this reason, the Blood Demon had to scavenge for high-quality blood food to be made into blood cattle for the ever-larger Blood Clans to share.

Although the high-quality demon blood of the Abyss World is not bad, it still looks a little dirty compared to the human mages of the main plane. I heard that the master said a while ago that there were still some unmutated high elves left on a secret continent in the Crane Continent, which couldn't help but make the blood demon's mouth salivate even more.

High Elves?

That's the blood of the origin whose bloodline is purer than that of humans, and it must taste even more "delicious"!

Time has come to this point, and the battle has lost its meaning.

Once a few mages with extraordinary powers are taken down, the remaining ordinary human warriors will move blood pools one by one in front of a group of strange blood clans. Without weapons of enchanted supernatural power, coupled with perfect tactics and class combinations, it would be difficult for ordinary human armies to besiege and kill a bloodwarlock, let alone face a group of bloodwarlocks led by high-level bloodlines.

An hour later, the remote valley was once again tranquil, but the white and pure snow world had become an Asura slaughterhouse.

In order to avoid being unearthed by someone with a heart to dig something unfavorable to the master, the entire battlefield was completely cleaned.

The corpses of all the war dead were transformed into undead creatures by Li Xun's large-scale skeleton summoning, and then drove them towards the depths of the jungle, as long as they were not destroyed, they kept advancing. In this way, it must not be long before they can be wiped out without a trace with the help of beasts of prey or the hands of demonic beasts in the mountains of Fellas.

As for the souls of the war dead, they were all collected. This cut off the way for some interested people to know the specific course of the battle.

After this qiē, a sky-high fire ignited in the valley. The raging flames of magic quickly melted the snow, burning away all the traces inside, and hiding a qiē in the unknown mist.

After this battle, Jack survived the dead? Underwood looked a little discouraged.

The short adventure he had just experienced made him meet the first group of "friends" and "companions" in his life who could be said, but the bones that were devoured because of an inexplicable conspiracy did not exist. He took back his guardian, the Filthy Dark Stone, and stroked the bloodstains left on it, and the urge to become stronger suddenly sprouted in his heart.

He's going to get stronger! He also wanted to scold Fang Xuan like a teacher, and let the enemy disappear in a flash, so that those bright and dark enemies would no longer dare to hit themselves with their thoughts.

"I'm going to get stronger!" Jack? Underwood clenched his fists.

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