Garen pulled out his arm from the wall.
"What do you want to say?"
He was completely unaware of the nature of the source of the other party's power, as if it had appeared out of thin air, which made him a little vigilant. This so-called ancestral power seemed extremely mysterious and secretive. He was considering whether to study and explore it carefully before dealing with it.
"Why don't we work together?" The old man suddenly said something that surprised Garen.
laugh!
On the right side of his old face, there was a bloody opening suddenly, and black blood splashed out from the wound, not flowing out slowly, but splashing, as if jetting, a stream of blood fell to the ground.
Then a strange thing happened, the blood on the ground was wriggling like a living thing, turning into a black thread like a bug, quickly crawled back to the old man's feet, along his legs, and soon crawled back to the wound on his face , re-drilled, and the wound healed automatically.
Although Garen was not injured at all, and the consumption of the secret technique used was insignificant to him, but in comparison, the opponent's method was unknown, and this might also be an opportunity to learn about witchcraft in this world.
It's not like he didn't think about getting to know Rafael through the way of Rafael, but in fact Rafael was too close to his family.
This world rarely gave him a sense of peace, and he didn't want to destroy it casually. In addition, I didn't pay much attention to the so-called witchcraft at first, but now it seems that there are still some effects that I didn't expect, so I should arouse some vigilance.
"Joining hands? Since we are joining forces, there must be enemies, right?" Garen shrank rapidly, returning to his original size, his clothes were just a little messy, and he looked like a young man who came out for an outing at random.
"Blood race." A trace of black flashed in the old man's eyes. "Two hundred years ago, they besieged and killed me. My descendants buried my divided body in a tomb built to absorb the power of the universe and resurrect me. It was not awakened by adventurers until decades ago."
"Resurrection." Garen's eyes flickered, "You said you can be resurrected? What is the price of such a resurrection? The blood race has nothing to do with me, otherwise I wouldn't be able to join forces with you for a small matter."
"Unfortunately, the technique of resurrection can only be used on powerful people favored by the ancestors. You and us are not in the same way, so you can't use it." The old man shook his head. "As for the blood race, the blood race has nothing to do with you?" He suddenly laughed, his dry and mocking laughter seemed extremely strange in the tunnel cave.
"What are you laughing at?" Garen's expression darkened.
"There are hallucinatory traces of blood clan marks on your body. You don't know?" Although the old man stopped laughing, he still had a smile on his face.
"A high-ranking vampire has stained your body with this hallucinatory imprint. Depending on your level, you might even be at the level of a Dead Apostle." The old man said with a smile. "To put it simply, you should be targeted by a certain powerful blood clan. They are hunting around for the best blood bank with strong physique and perfect will. Unfortunately, you were picked by a dead apostle."
Garen's face turned cold.
He recalled the strange and weird dream he had had a few days ago. He has never had such a dream, his powerful will and soul are enough to completely control all reactions of the body.
But that dream was beyond his imagination.
"They have regarded you as the best blood food. The blood race can also obtain magical and mysterious power through the mysterious blood. Even we have no way of knowing what their power is. The abilities of every high-level blood race, even the dead They are mysterious and powerful." The old man said simply, "But unlike other wizards, I do know a little about them. For example, they usually lure, intimidate, and even control their prey through dreams."
Garen's pupils shrank slightly.
"Dreamland." A series of explosions sounded involuntarily from his whole body. It was as if there were countless small bombs inside his muscles and joints. The dull and terrifying explosions sounded continuously, connecting them together.
"I am now so weak that my strength is not half of what it was when I was at my peak. I can see that there is also a huge life force hidden in your body. That power is in your hands, and those hands seem to have some kind of evil power. , maybe this is the real reason why the blood race hasn't attacked you until now, maybe he is also afraid." The old man explained.
Garen closed his eyes, and after a while.
He just opened his eyes again.
"It seems that I really need to learn more about the world of blood race."
The old man on the opposite side suddenly showed a happy smile.
"You made a wise decision."
boom! !
Suddenly there was a crackling sound.
Behind the two of them, an invisible twist exploded behind Garen, as if a huge vortex was created in the air, and a few black spots suddenly appeared inside.
The black spots are getting bigger and bigger.
puff!
A mass of dark matter was squeezed out by the vortex and fell to the ground.
This black mass is obviously three people embracing each other.
Daryl, Rosedam, and Kornner. The three twisted and hugged each other, their eyes were confused and foaming at the mouth.
But what was weird was that a faint black halo appeared on their bodies.
"Where are the pages?" The old man took a step forward and asked in a deep voice, "Tell me, where are the pages?"
The three of them looked confused, as if they didn't understand what he meant at all. The black light that bloomed from their bodies prevented the old man from approaching further.
Garen folded his arms and walked to the back to watch coldly.
When he knew that he actually had the mark of the vampire on his body, his main concern now was not on any page here, but how to find out the vampire that marked him.
He is completely unfamiliar with this power system, and he doesn't even know how the other party marks him. That's the key.
laugh! !
Suddenly there was an electrical explosion.
The mysterious old man withdrew his right hand, a trace of black smoke was rising from his skinny fingertips, and his fingers had just been withdrawn from the air two meters away from the three of them.
"What's the situation now?" Garen frowned, he couldn't understand this guy's movements at all.
"They left." The old man also frowned. "They used the nature of their power to get out of here."
Confused, Garen looked at the three people huddled together on the ground. "Aren't they still here?" Seeing the emptiness and confusion in the eyes of the three of them, he realized something. "You mean their consciousness has left the body?"
"Yes." The old man nodded, "They are relying on this method to avoid my search."
"What's the use of this? Their bodies are under our watch, and they will come back sooner or later." Garen asked lightly.
"That's not the case." The old man shook his head. "They can pull their bodies over in an instant from a very far distance. As long as they are willing, it is not difficult to even rebuild a body."
"What the hell is this?" Garen didn't understand the power principles of these witch doctors and wizards at all.
The old man glanced at him, "On our road, you are not even an apprentice. It's normal not to understand." He turned his head and continued to stare at the three bodies on the ground, "If you want, I can ask you as a companion. You pass on my knowledge, if you want to know?"
"Are you willing to impart knowledge to me?" Garen never thought that such a powerful and mysterious thing should be kept strictly in his heart? It is impossible to pass on the teaching without many tests. Why is this guy imparting knowledge on reasons casually.
"It doesn't matter." The old man smiled, "Because our knowledge has always been full of dangers, and it is an endless exploration of the universe. Even if we know how to do it, we must cooperate wholeheartedly, believe, and trust, so just knowing How to do it doesn't make much sense, truly controlling one's heart is the biggest foundation."
"What you said made me have a lot of doubts." Garen whispered. "Well, I hope to learn knowledge from you after this, maybe this ancient knowledge will have a good effect on me."
The old man smiled kindly at him, "My name is AG, you can call me AG directly. We still have a long time in the future, so let's deal with those guys who stole the pages first."
The two stopped arguing, and Garen took out the walkie-talkie, looked at the signal, ignored the old man's actions, and started contacting the rest of his men.
"Angie, where's the bald head?"
"The boss is stuck in a deep ditch nearby and is trying to drag the car out." A woman's voice came from the intercom immediately.
"Are you with Kacho?"
"Yes."
"Take your people and come to my position. Be careful that the underground soil layer may collapse. Remember to bring heavy firearms and monitoring equipment."
"clear."
Turning off the walkie-talkie, this woman Angie and Kachu are both the top elites in the Nighthawks, and they are also masters who have practiced the secret technique of shooting shadows. With their strength, and with the monitoring equipment, they can accurately monitor this area with a radius of thousands of meters.
At this time, the mysterious old man AG was walking in front of the three of them, and sat down cross-legged. He put the crutches on his knees, clasped his hands together, and his whole body began to tremble slowly as if he was going insane.
Garen didn't know what he was going to do, but he could feel an invisible wave emanating from his body, and it kept gathering towards the three of them.
"I'm leaving too, to track them down. I hope you can help me guard the body here." The old man AG turned his head and said to Garen.
"No problem." Garen nodded.
As soon as the words fell, the old man's eyes suddenly lost their energy, and instantly dimmed, like grayed gems.
Garen frowned, and walked around the four of them. He didn't find any strange phenomena around them, and everything returned to calm and tranquility.
Time passed by, and Garen waited quietly. His body exuded a strong aura. Although it was not really aura, it also attracted the old trees and bugs around them not to dare to approach.
I don't know how long it has been.
"ah!!"
A sharp cry sounded suddenly.
The three of Cohen jumped up suddenly, wanting to run towards the stone wall.
Garen reacted and stepped on the sole of his foot.
Boom! He shot out and pinned Darryl by the neck, and slammed it hard against the wall.
coax!
There was a loud shock, Dalier foamed at the mouth and passed out immediately.
The other two, Rosdam and Cohen, were so frightened that they trembled all over, they stayed where they were and watched Garen not daring to make any unnecessary movements.
Their faces were pale, not the kind of terrified pale, but white as if there was not much blood at all. It seemed that something extremely terrifying had happened just before.
At this moment, the old man AG slowly woke up.
He picked up his crutches, coughed heavily, and got up from the ground.
"Hand over the pages, they are mine!" he said in a low voice. His eyes fixed on the two of them, like pearls shining in the night.
When the two saw Garen and the old man standing together, without the slightest sign of fighting, their expressions became even uglier.
"What do you want? We have hidden the pages in a place where no one can find them."
Rosdam said loudly.
"You stole it from my underground palace, and then passed it on as your so-called ancestors for so many years! This is a shameful theft!" AG said viciously. "Fate guided me to find you. Come on, hand it over, and I can consider whether to let you go."
(end of this chapter)