Card!
The rough big hands wearing metal gloves suddenly exerted force, twisting the neck of a vampire into a knot, and blood spurted out from the gaps between the folds.
A few drops flew out and splashed on the man's face.
The muscular man let go of his right hand and kicked out. The vampire flew up and hit the wall with his back, making a sound of winter. Blood splattered half of the wall.
The sturdy man wiped the blood off his face with his hand and turned to look at the gate. The blue-eyed hunters who rushed in were standing there blankly, their eyes blank, and there seemed to be a sense of confusion in their sight.
The sturdy man looked him up and down with bloodshot eyes, his eyes were cold. Half of his face was stained with blood from his palm. With his face full of flesh, he looked extremely fierce. He was not a good person at first glance.
The sturdy man swept his eyes around, and the blue-eyed hunters who were stared at felt nervous, as if they were being stared at by a fierce beast. This included the elite hunter Beard. Even the leader, Elder Feng Dao, couldn't help but feel a little dread in his heart, which was the reaction when encountering a strong opponent of equal strength.
"You...you are from the Hunter Association's Treatment Center?"
After a few seconds of silence, Elder Feng Dao took the lead in breaking the stalemate. He continued, "I guess you are the leader of the treatment center. I didn't expect you to take action against Earl Bain's manor so quickly..."
"In fact, we can cooperate and deal with these damn blood..."
Elder Feng Dao's words were suddenly interrupted. The powerful man in front of him suddenly raised his hand and said in a low voice: "I am not the leader of the treatment center. I am one of the team leaders under the leader Xue Wu. You can call me Ghost Bear, or you can call me Yin Gol..."
Whoosh! A decapitated head in the distance happened to fly straight towards this side. Ghost Bear Yin Gol slapped it and blew the vampire's head in mid-air, turning it into powder. He shook his bloody palm and continued to talk to Elder Feng Dao with a calm expression.
"As for cooperation, I think it is no longer necessary. As you can see now, we broke into the Earl's manor, broke through all defenses, and almost killed all the vampires. Are you here now to reap the benefits? Haha..." Ghost Bear Yinger sneered twice.
"Ah, that's not the case. We just have the same enemy, the vampires..." Elder Feng Dao quickly replied. He actually felt the pressure now, and felt that his previous judgment of the intelligence was wrong. The ghost bear Yin Gor in front of him, who seemed to be as strong as himself, was just one of the captains of the treatment center! Doesn't that mean there are other captains with similar strength? And what about the commanders above the captains
According to the information provided by Bearded Man.
There are two commanders among the members of the treatment institute who came to Shire County.
Elder Feng Dao's thoughts turned in his mind, and he immediately realized another important question: "You said that you broke into the Earl's Manor, but what about Earl Bain? He is the most powerful vampire in the Earl's Manor..."
His words were somewhat urgent, and sounded like a question. This made Ghost Bear Yin Gor frown, and his fierce aura became even stronger.
If it weren't for the rules set by the dean, Yin Gol would have ignored these people and even slapped them directly, saying, "You have too many problems!" But unfortunately, under normal circumstances, you can't do anything to humans.
"What a crap Count Bain, he must have been killed by Lord Blood Mist and Lord Nine Snakes by now. A guy of that level still has the nerve to call himself the strongest. Even if it's me, I can kill him with some team leaders!" Yin Gor's expression was a little arrogant at this moment. He did not hide his contempt for the vampires and his arrogance in his own strength.
After a brief pause, Yin Geer continued, "Okay, stop talking nonsense. Our treatment center is cleared and no one is allowed to enter. Now leave the Earl's manor first, and don't force me to drive you out..."
"Lord Baine is dead?"
Elder Feng Dao's expression suddenly changed, filled with disbelief.
Ta-ta-ta… Suddenly, footsteps could be heard in the passages around the manor square. Doctors from the treatment center dressed in black combat uniforms had finished dealing with the battlefield and were gathering at the door again. Each of them was strong and fierce, with black totem tattoos on their skin that looked like demons. Their clothes were stained with scarlet, and their weapons were dripping with blood.
The whole body exudes the smell of blood, and a very dangerous and untouchable aura. Some of them are too barbaric and cut off the heads of the vampires they killed one by one, and tied the hair together. They either hold them in their hands or wrap them around their hips like a belt.
When these doctors gathered in groups of two or three, they boasted to each other about how many vampires they had killed, whether they had fulfilled their boasts, and whether they had won the bets on who had killed more enemies. Some of them looked enthusiastic, some were excited, some were enjoying themselves, some were cold, and some had no expression on their faces. The only thing they didn't have was fear.
In less than half a minute, a large number of black figures appeared in the square. They looked exactly the same as before the battle.
None of the doctors at the treatment center were lost during the operation.
On the left side of the team, many team leaders gathered together, at least a dozen of them. Each of them was much stronger than the ordinary doctors in the treatment center, and exuded a very dangerous beast aura. Elder Feng Dao saw everything, and his old hand holding the saber tightened slightly. My goodness, these dozen team leaders all had a strong aura similar to that of the ghost bear Yin Gor just now. Some were weaker, some were stronger, and at least five or six were stronger than the ghost bear. If I fight one-on-one, I am afraid I will not be able to win any of them.
What Ghost Bear Yin Gol just said was right. If he found a few team leaders to form a team, he might be able to kill Count Bain. After all, Count Bain was not a high-level vampire, but just very close.
Elder Feng Dao stood at the door, looking at the broken limbs and the black-clad team chatting and laughing in the sea of blood and corpses. He suddenly felt that things seemed a bit magical.
The Blue-Eyed Mercury Hunters have endured humiliation for fifty years, constantly training elites and cultivating young combat power. They have developed technology to further refine the purity of Thorn Blood, highly concentrated mercury, and various weapons specifically for vampires. All preparations are ready, and the opportunity to attack has finally appeared. They are ready to go to the battlefield with their knives sharpened and their fighting spirit high.
As a result, someone suddenly tells you that the war is over.
The powerful force that had been oppressing him for fifty years was destroyed by a mysterious outsider, as easy as breaking an egg. Elder Feng Dao still remembered clearly that these men in black came for a certain strange antique! His bearded man reminded the other party that if there was a strange antique, it would most likely be in the collection of Earl Bain's manor. Then the other party immediately ran over the antique, and it was smooth sailing!
Just for an antique, the Earl of Bain's Manor, which had ruled over half of the Shire for more than fifty years, was destroyed overnight
The Blue Eyed Hunters, who called themselves the rebels, did not send out a single soldier or make any useful contribution during this process. Oh no, there was still a little bit, just a reminder of the antique's information.
Elder Feng Dao felt it was magical because it was too smooth and too sudden. He thought that his clan had worked hard for fifty years and finally succeeded in resisting the rule that destroyed Earl Bain's manor. But it turned out that his enemies had suddenly appeared and destroyed him.
Sometimes it is just like this, no one knows whether an unexpected disaster will befall on their head. Maybe the arrogant enemy who was still arrogant to you in the last second may be crushed to death by the big footprints stepping down from the clouds in the next second.
Right now.
Feng Dao really didn't know whether he should be happy or sad.
"Hey, why don't you leave? Do you really want us to kick you out?"
Yin Gor, the ghost bear I had met before, walked over with a stern face.
He immediately twisted his neck, making a crackling sound. He raised his arm, which was thicker than a normal adult male's thigh, and his smile gradually became more ferocious.
"Wait, Yingor, step back."
Suddenly, a light sound was heard in the sky.
The next second, a strong wind blew in, and a red mist swirled around. A slender figure appeared in the mist, wearing a black cloak, and walked out slowly.
"Lord Blood Mist!" Yin Gor, who had been extremely rampant and cruel just now, quickly lowered his head, like a ferocious Tibetan mastiff that was treated differently by its stranger master.
"Yeah." The fog man waved his hand, signaling Yin Gol to return to the team. His yin-yang face did not change at all, and he looked at Elder Feng Dao quietly, as if thinking about something. Before, they did not cooperate with the Blue Eye Hunter Clan because it was not necessary to destroy Earl Bain's manor.
They just run over it.
And you have to find the Kupan Box first to complete the most important task.
Now that the magic box is in hand, as the saying goes, when you are well fed and well clothed, you will think about sex.
The mist man's thoughts diverged, wanting to make more contributions. After the dean arrived in Shire County, he would enter the Alfama Mountains, and at that time, he would inevitably have conflicts with the direct blood clans. And these blue-eyed hunters in front of him had been fighting against the blood clans for a long time in the edge area of the Alfama Mountains. Presumably, they had a lot of experience and secret information.
Perhaps, both sides can achieve mutual benefit and win-win results in the following matters. Of course, for the Blue Eye Hunters, as long as they can weaken the strength and influence of the Blood Clan in the Alpha Mountains, it will be a big win for them. After all, the power disparity between the two sides is too great.
In the square, Jiushe soon arrived. Together with Wuren, she chatted with Elder Fengdao. He roughly revealed some of the next moves against the direct blood clans of the Alfama Mountains, and asked the Blue Eyed Hunter Clan to cooperate. Elder Fengdao was naturally ecstatic, and the slight disappointment he had felt before was swept away. Who would not pick up such a good thing
Although it seems a bit unfair, it doesn't matter. The most important thing is to curry favor with the powerful. Elder Feng Dao can't be stubborn at this time. Maybe a little bit of face-saving will result in the efforts of several generations of the Blue Eye Hunters and the sacrifices of many tribesmen.
No one would be stupid enough to let this opportunity slip away.
Moreover, these people are from the Treatment Institute, a branch of the Dark Hunting Organization Hunter Association. After all, they are the official extraordinary forces of the Red Lebanese Empire. Although they look like villains, it seems that they only vent their inner tyranny and malice on dark creatures, and will not try to attack humans.
That seems to be the rule set by their new director of the treatment center.
Thinking of this, Elder Feng Dao couldn't help but wonder who the director of the treatment center was? He actually had such elite subordinates! The two commanders he was talking to had a frightening aura comparable to that of high-level vampires. They might even be more dangerous and ferocious.
This aura seemed to be deliberately emitted by the two commanders, who displayed their power unscrupulously and without concealment.
The leader of the treatment center has the strength of a shadow hunter, so how can the director of the treatment center be any better? Only a real fierce man can suppress and tame these powerful and unruly vicious dogs. Although he has not met the director of the treatment center yet, Elder Feng Dao is already in awe of him.
Time flies, and soon two days have passed, early in the morning of that day.
On the flat and wide dirt road in the suburbs of Mingshan City.
A thin white mist floated in the air, covering the lush forests on both sides. The road ahead also became hazy, and only objects close to it could be seen. And beside the avenue, three figures were quietly waiting. Two of them were wearing cloaks, and one was wearing a training suit.
Obviously it was the Mist Man, the Nine Snakes, and Elder Feng Dao who came along as well.
The two commanders wanted to present the Kupan Box, along with the intelligence that the Blue Eyes Clan had on the direct blood clan as a bonus, to show their sincere heart.
call…
A cool breeze blew through the forest, causing the white mist to fluctuate slightly.
From the distant avenue, the sound of wheels rumbling could be heard.
Soon, two low-profile and comfortable black carriages came closer and closer. Finally, they stopped beside the three people, with the horses breathing heavily and shaking their hooves.
"Master Dean, the Kupan Box you mentioned has been found two days ago!" The Mist Man, who had been silent and cold, suddenly came forward with a fanatical look in his eyes. He held up the exquisite wooden box steadily with both hands and walked step by step to the car window. He stood there quietly with a respectful attitude.
Wow… The curtains were drawn aside, and a large hand with distinct joints stretched out. The five fingers grasped the wooden box, and with a light tap, the solid box instantly shattered into powder, finer than sand, and fluttered in the air like a ribbon.
The magic box with a smooth metallic luster was exposed. It seemed to sense something, and a blue-black pattern flashed on its surface.
"Haha, it's back in my hands... The Devil's Book..."
In the carriage, there seemed to be a man chuckling in a low voice.
Card, the door opens.
A powerful figure, whose eyebrows, eyes, facial features, and even aura were filled with domineering, slowly walked down. The surrounding light seemed to be slightly distorted at this moment, and white mist gathered and spontaneously formed a vortex.
In the vortex, the man in the black windbreaker looked over quietly.