The werewolf's chest rose and fell sharply, but with every violent breath, more blood would flow out of the wound. He said with difficulty: "With the top of the mountain, you won't...succeed!"
Duras laughed and said, "As long as I kill you, how will the top of the mountain know? You smelly big dogs will never grow brains, haha!"
He walked up to the young werewolf Xier, pointed his long sword at the werewolf's heart, and said coldly: "You know too much, and you have seen things you shouldn't see. Now, please go to hell !"
But when Duras's long sword was about to stab down, he suddenly felt an indescribable sense of danger. At the moment of life and death, he had no choice but to move his body desperately, wanting to jump to the side.
However, his lower back felt hot, and then his whole body felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. He only had time to wail, and then rolled and flew out.
In the void, another silver light appeared, catching up to Duras in a blink of an eye. The blood viscount didn't even have time to scream this time, the silver light had penetrated into his lower abdomen, immediately burning a cavity the size of a fist.
However, the size of the wound is still a small matter, but the injured place is like a fire, and the pain is uncommonly great. Duras was frightened out of his wits for a moment. This sign is a sign of Mithril entering his body. Although the two injuries were heavy with his strength, they were not fatal, but if the wounds were mixed with Mithril, he would definitely die.
Two magic-breaking mithril bullets hit the vital parts, and even Duras, who was born in the twelve clans, became dying.
There was a sudden change, and the rest of the blood race didn't react at all. They didn't look up at the canopy of the ancient tree until Duras was shot twice and fell down. The two magic-breaking mithril bullets were shot from there.
Just when the sights of the blood race moved upwards quickly, Qianye had already jumped back and landed quickly from behind the tree trunk.
At this time, two of the blood races ran towards Duras, and the rest rushed towards the big tree. Several people jumped up in the middle, and the blood clan's long sword unsheathed and slashed at the crown of the tree.
Qianye flashed out from behind the tree, the twin flowers continued to roar, and fired four shots in a row, and the four blood warriors fell down screaming. None of them had reached the Viscount yet, and the most senior one was just a jazz. He was shot at close range by the bloody mandala and the phantom Manjusawa, and he was either on the verge of death or directly cut off his life.
After firing four shots in a row, Qianye put away the twin flowers, pulled out the crimson fangs, and went straight to the blood warrior closest to him. This blood race was only at level six, and couldn't even catch Qianye's move.
Crimson Fang brought out a vague shadow in the air, piercing through the heart of that blood clan in an instant. As soon as Qianye succeeded, he immediately pulled out his crimson teeth, then turned around and rushed towards a blood race next to him.
It was a blood knight who had already drawn his sword in his hand and was ready to fight. Seeing Qianye rushing towards him, he immediately stabbed him face-to-face with his sword. This sword has a strict bearing, which is indeed the demeanor of an ancient clan. However, Qianye waved his left hand to block, and only blocked the sword edge with his bare hands, and then punched him hard in the face!
Under Qianye's strength comparable to that of a Viscount, the Blood Knight's entire face collapsed and he fell directly to the ground.
At this time, bloody rays of light erupted continuously from Qianye's body, and he was hit by several rounds of force bullets. However, at this moment, the high-level blood race had been wiped out by Qianye, and the rest were warriors who could not even reach knights. With Qianye's defense and strong physique, he took these few shots but suffered minor injuries.
Qianye grabbed a Vulcan six-tube revolving cannon from Anduya's mysterious space, his eyes glowed with blue light, and wherever his eyes passed, low-level blood warriors felt severe heart pain and their movements froze. The Vulcan cannon in Qianye's hand roared crazily, and a metal storm roared out, sweeping away the blood warriors one by one.
The Vulcan cannon in Qianye's hand is a sharp weapon specially modified. It uses large-caliber special bullets. It is extremely powerful in a short distance, and it is a fatal threat to the blood knight. Moreover, it is a gunpowder weapon, as long as the ammunition is sufficient, it can be used indefinitely, it is a great killer in melee. The only problem is that it consumes too much ammo. However, Qianye has Anduya's mysterious space in hand, and ammunition is no longer a problem, so Qianye brought a lot of gunpowder weapons on this trip to deal with cannon fodder such as spiders, wolves, and blood slaves.
When the Vulcan cannon stopped roaring, Qianye could no longer see any standing blood race within the line of sight.
Qianye pulled out the crimson fang again, and walked around the battlefield. No matter whether the blood race was dead or not, he used the crimson fang to patch their hearts with the scarlet fang, so as to avoid future troubles and absorb blood essence by the way.
The warm currents coming from Crimson Fang made Qianye feel very comfortable. These blood clans are all from ancient clans, even if they are of the same level, the purity of their blood energy is far superior to those of the small clans. In terms of effectiveness, absorbing the blood essence of a baron from twelve ancient clans is even better than viscounts from small clans.
After walking around the battlefield, Qianye finally came to Duras.
The third-class viscount of the blood clan looked at Qianye with extreme hatred, and said through gritted teeth: "You... will face crazy revenge from our clan! All your family members... will..."
"I'm really sorry, but it's impossible." Qianye said, the crimson fang had pierced Duras' blood core.
The huge blood essence immediately followed the crimson fangs and inhaled into Qianye's body endlessly. Feeling the loss of essence and blood, Duras suddenly opened his eyes wide, stared at Qianye, and shouted tremblingly: "This is impossible! You are also holy blood..."
But he couldn't finish the sentence. Qianye looked at him coldly, and suddenly increased the speed of sucking blood. Duras' blood core quickly shrank and dried up, and then split, like dried fruit.
Qianye didn't have the habit of talking nonsense with dying enemies, especially when he was in the dark kingdom.
Qianye slowly pulled out the crimson teeth, the blade was faintly cold, and there was no trace of blood left. Qianye put the dagger back into its sheath and searched Duras, but found no special items other than conventional equipment, so he walked up to the young werewolf.
The werewolf boy had already recovered his human form, sitting against a tree, his face pale, staring at Qianye vigilantly, his throat kept emitting a threatening low growl, but there was an uncontrollable panic in his eyes. This is a boy with brown curly hair and a childish face. Like William, there is also a totem tattoo of the top of the mountains on the side of his neck.
It seems that he is still just a big boy, but he already has the strength of a baron, which makes Qianye's evaluation of him rise by another level.
Qianye casually threw the Vulcan cannon on the ground, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, and asked, "Your name is Xier? Can you still fight?"
The werewolf boy didn't answer, but moved back subconsciously, wanting to stay away from Qianye. The entire team of vampires who chased him down to heaven and earth could not last even a few minutes under this man's hands. This man's precise timing, ruthless strikes, and ferocious combat power are all seen in the life of a werewolf boy. It was the elders of the original tribe who might have stronger cultivation than this man, but they definitely couldn't kill so efficiently and accurately.
Human beings are the common enemy of all dark races, although in many cases the hatred within the Eternal Night camp far exceeds the hostility towards humans. In the eyes of the werewolf boy, Qianye was an enemy just like Duras.
Seeing the terrified and guarded expression of the werewolf boy, Qianye smiled, compared the cigarettes in his hand, and asked, "Would you like one?"
The werewolf boy slowly shook his head, still not daring to take his eyes off Qianye.
"Don't be so afraid of me..." Before Qianye finished speaking, the werewolf boy shot out like lightning. He rolled over and grabbed the six-barreled Vulcan cannon, aiming the gun at Qianye.
"Let me go." This was the first time the boy spoke.
Qianye smiled faintly, pointed to the Vulcan Cannon, and said, "Do you think that thing is useful to me?"
The werewolf boy glanced at several wounds on Qianye's body. In the battle just now, Qianye resisted a round of force gun bombardment from the blood warrior with his body, and was shot at least five or six times. Through the several large holes in Qianye's armor, it can be clearly seen that the wounds have closed, leaving only shallow marks. And even if they didn't close their mouths, the wounds were small and shallow, at most they were minor wounds to the flesh.
Even the third-level blood force gun can only leave Qianye with a slight injury, and the Vulcan cannon can't do anything to him. What's more, with Qianye's lightning speed just now, Schill's head might have been taken off before the trigger was fully pulled.
The werewolf boy looked stubborn, raised the Vulcan cannon, and shouted: "Let me go!"
Qianye took out the metal plate he got from William, waved it in front of the werewolf boy, and said, "You are seriously injured, even if I let you go, you won't be able to get out of this mountain. And seeing this, I I think you should at least hear me out."
Seeing the nameplate in Qianye's hand, the werewolf boy immediately opened his eyes wide, and said in disbelief, "This is the holy emissary from the top of the peaks! Why do you have this thing?"
Qianye smiled and said, "It was given to me by a guy named William. His fighting skills are average, but he is very edible."
The werewolf boy approached hesitantly, approached the token and sniffed it, then slowly put down the Vulcan cannon, and said, "It does smell like a holy place. This token is real."
Qianye put away the token and said: "Of course it is true. William asked me to help him take care of the people in this area. How could you be hunted down by these blood clans? In addition, although you have the totem symbol of the top of the group, you say To be honest, your strength is not worthy of the title of the peak, what's going on?"
When he said the last sentence, Qianye's voice was already tinged with chill. If he meets a guy who pretends to be the top of the peaks and bluffs everywhere, he doesn't mind taking more blood. Now that Qianye's strength has improved greatly, the amount of blood essence that can be contained in his body has also increased accordingly. Now that he has taken the blood essence of the whole team including a third-class viscount, there is still some spare time. It is no longer like before, a viscount can blow him up.
The werewolf boy said: "I... my name is Xier. Not long ago, I was a member of the Fengya tribe. The ancestors of our Fengya tribe moved to this area more than 400 years ago and have been living in Stuka. I live in the earl's territory. And I, now the number one warrior of the younger generation in the tribe, recently got the qualification to go to the upper continent to participate in the once-in-ten-year hunting, and entered the top 30, and won the qualification to join the peak .”
"So, you haven't had time to go to the top of the mountains to learn?"
"Yes." The werewolf boy replied.
Qianye nodded, this explanation is quite reasonable, and then he asked the most critical question:
"Why do these vampires chase you down?"