Chapter 0111: Vampire Baron

The strong man took a deep breath and was about to jump off the tree, when his body froze suddenly before he could move, and a cold touch in his throat told him that he had a dagger there.

It's finally here! The strong man who lost his illusion closed his eyes in resignation, waiting for the moment when his throat was cut.

"Tell me, what did you just call the undead mercenary? If the information is valuable, I may spare your life! A shrill voice like the friction of a hedron suddenly sounded.

The strong man smiled bitterly, it turned out that the disaster came from his mouth, and he didn't blame others, but blamed himself for not taking care of the stinky mouths under his subordinates!

"You've heard it, and we don't know much. It's just that some time ago, there were rumors on the road that this group of bones in Moroorhead needed blood food, and they were purchased at a high price, and as long as they could deliver the goods they needed to a certain place, they were willing to pay a lot of money! ”

"Time, place!"

"I don't know, I really don't know. All I know is that it's a middleman named Swick who is running around and contacting him, and we're here to meet him! ”

"He's coming here?" The shrill voice suddenly became high-pitched.

"Yes, we'll be here tonight, we've already agreed!" The strong man replied with a dejected face, this kind of betrayal of the same kind of thing is easy to do, but it is really inferior.

The silence behind him for a long time makes people crazy, if it weren't for the coldness in his throat that still exists, the strong man would have thought that the mysterious man was gone.

"Go back, back to the cabin. If you kill that Svik, you'll be alive! Finally, the mysterious man spoke again, but what he said made the strong man fall into an ice cave. That's the agent of the bone shelf in the north, which can be killed by an ordinary mercenary?

"There's only one way for you! If you can't kill him, I'll kill both of you. Remember, you only have this one chance, take it! The mysterious man behind him seemed to see what he was worried about, and said categorically. As soon as he finished speaking, the cold feeling in the strong man's throat disappeared.

The strong man turned his head tremblingly and peeked at it, the branches behind him were empty, and he couldn't find the slightest trace of anyone who had survived.

Half an hour later, the strong man returned to the wooden house with a heavy heart, and the two-handed big sword that had fallen halfway was also recovered. No matter how much he looked around, he couldn't find half a figure, but that pin-and-needle sense of danger always accompanied him, so that he didn't dare to risk running away at all.

It's getting dark, the other party will come at any time, and I need to arrange it.

For the sake of his own life, the scar-faced strong man also used his brains. This wooden house full of dead bodies can no longer be used, it will arouse the alarm of the other party, anyway, it is just an appointment to meet in this abandoned village, and just change to an empty house. How to deceive the other party's trust and how to get close to him, the scar-faced strong man pondered repeatedly, and his subordinates were not idle, so he found an empty wooden house nearby and cleaned it briefly, arranged some small mechanisms, and then turned over on the roof, repeatedly looking at the movements near and far.

The uninhabited village gets dark very quickly, but in a few moments, the surrounding creeks, meadows, and jungles disappear into the night, leaving only the cries of cooing night partridges. The scar-faced man erected two torches in front of the wooden house, and he sat in front of the torches, his face looking a little hideous in the light of the fire.

The sound faded as the light dimmed, and with the exception of a few low chirping of insects and the clamor of night owls, the surroundings suddenly became silent. The sound of the torches beeping and peeling became faint and muffled, except for the occasional sharp or muffled sound or two, which came from far away in the wind...... Like a howl, like the sound of the wind.

There seemed to be a strange noise in the distance, as if a night owl was flying through the air.

The scar-faced strong man was so shocked that his hair stood on end, and he couldn't see anything after standing up and looking at it for a long time, he didn't have the ability to see through the night. In the middle of the anxiety, a shadowy figure came from a distance, and the slight footsteps had the miraculous effect of calming people's hearts, and the scar-faced strong man instantly regained his composure, and the centipede-like scar on his face seemed to be alive and writhing, desperately squeezing out a little smile.

"Mr. Schwijk, is that you?" The scar-faced man pinched his throat and shouted softly, and the chilly voice echoed in the empty night sky for a long time, which startled him.

"Okay, stop shouting, it's me." A displeased rebuke came, and the visitor was already within the range of the torch light. He was a middle-aged nobleman dressed in a black evening dress, luxurious like a noble family, with a sturdy body, his hands were full of exaggerated ruby rings, and the family crest on his chest was gorgeous and dazzling, but his face was white without any blood.

"Uh...... Mr. Schweik, are you alone? The scar-faced man looked behind him twice, and asked hesitantly, a little essence flashing from the bottom of his eyes.

"Hmph, can you let a lot of people know about this kind of thing? Didn't you come alone, what about your men? The middle-aged nobleman Schweik snorted dissatisfiedly, his words full of disdainful arrogance.

"I'll ask them to wait somewhere outside the village, I'll take a look for myself!" The scar-faced strong man smiled flatteringly, but his scar-faced face was too ugly, and no matter how he covered it up, it would be disgusting. "I heard that Mr. needs some special goods, and the price is very fair, I don't know if it's true?"

"Don't talk nonsense, as long as you can find good goods, the price will not be less than yours. I come here every 10 days and bring it with me whenever I have good goods. Schwik took out a white silk scarf and wiped the corners of his mouth, looking unwilling to stay here longer.

"I've brought a high-quality product this time, sir, might as well see if you're satisfied?" The scar-faced man hurriedly stepped aside, led to the room with his hands, and bowed his head to hide the endless murderous intent in his eyes.

"Oh?" Schwik looked at the room suspiciously, although he didn't sense that there was anyone inside, but he really didn't want to run in vain, he walked in front with his head held high, only took two steps, his body shook, and there was a muffled sound, and the tip of the sword was an inch long on his chest. With a look of disbelief, Svik forcibly turned his head back and said, "You...... You? ”

The scar-faced man's hideous face was full of murderous cruelty, and with a flick of his wrist, the wound was even bigger, and he could see the opposite scene by the light of the torch: "Don't blame me, if you don't die, I'm going to die." You can go with peace of mind! ”

The glint in Swick's eyes faded, and he couldn't help but fall to the ground. The scar-faced man drew his long sword, turned around excitedly and shouted into the empty night, "I killed him!" I'll kill ......" He was so nervous that he didn't notice that there was barely much blood coming out.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the light dim in front of him, and a huge figure stood up behind him, casting a terrifying shadow on him.

The scar-faced man turned around with a strong force full of cowardice, and saw a pair of blood-red eyes staring firmly at him, full of endless hatred. Unconsciously took a few steps back, and the scar-faced man muttered an explanation: "It's not like this, it's not like this, Mr. Swick, I can explain it......" Before he could finish speaking, the huge figure pounced, and a bloody mouth came straight to his neck with a bloody face.

The shadow of the moon shook, the firelight jumped, and the chaotic sound of swords and claws in front of the wooden house alternated with the sound of swords and claws. This human tragedy may not bear to be looked at by the moon, hiding behind thick clouds, leaving only mottled figures and terrible screams. Gradually, the sound faded down, and only a sucking sound was clearly audible.

After a long time, Svik climbed up from the corpse of the scar-faced man, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and began to tidy up his messy clothes. The big hole in the chest of the dress could not be covered no matter how much it was pulled, but the skin under the gap was intact, and no wound could be seen.

Swijk's grim gaze moved away from the two large tooth marks on the corpse's neck, and slowly swept across the silent night sky around him, the darkness like a curtain encircling the surroundings, leaving only the orange sheen of the torches shaking, leaving a vague and flickering hazy light and shadow in the deserted village.

"Come out! I can sense your deposit. Let me see who is so bold as to attack the great Baron Schwick. ”

"Just a vampire, do you really think you're noble?" A shrill voice suddenly sounded in the dark shadows below him. As he spoke, Svek's freshly arranged evening dress turned into a sky full of black butterflies, and dozens of deep scratches appeared on his body at the same time.

The vampire Baron Swick screamed angrily, his sharp-clawed hands stabbed into the shadows with the sound of breaking wind and scratched, but there was no physical touch. In the short moment he turned around, a vague figure loomed beside him, two sharp daggers entered through the ribs, and successfully met in the abdominal cavity. There was a stirring and tugging, and Svik let out the most high-pitched scream, waving his claws to force the mysterious murderer back, and the black mist suddenly opened, and a huge vampire bat fluttered its wings and flew into the air.

The huge wounds on his body and the tattered bat wings indicate that it is the middle-aged aristocrat Schwik just now. Gliding in the silent night sky, a pair of blood-red eyes scanned the grass and trees within a radius of 100 meters, trying to search for the enemy who had inflicted heavy damage on him just now. The opponent's weapon seems to have the effect of a soul attack, and the stabbing on the body is not only injured**, but also contains an untouchable soul. At the thought of the sharp pain that penetrated the soul source just now, Svik couldn't help but shiver.

"Do you want to retreat first, and then come back to look for the enemy when you are repaired?" Swick couldn't help but start looking for a reason for his escape.

"Are you looking for me?" The hateful rubbing hedron voice rang out again, and to his soul, this time from his back.

"I'm flying in mid-air......" Before he could finish his thoughts, there was a tingling pain in the back of his head, and Swick screamed and fell to the ground. When he returned to his human form, his already broken body instantly shot out dozens of blood arrows, the amount of bleeding was terrifying, and what was even more terrifying was the huge hole in the back of his head, and he could already see the white brain mixed with blood gushing. Even this unsolvable injury didn't kill the vampire, and he groaned and struggled, muttering, "Blood...... Blood ......". As long as there is enough blood, he can recover from any injury.

It's a pity that his luck was really bad today, and a delicate little foot stepped on his back. Although his feet were not big, he rolled his eyes and foamed at the mouth with blood.

"Give me blood, I want blood......" He was already unconscious, and he had to struggle to crawl to the body of the strong man with the scarface, and he could save his life with just two puffs.

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