It turns out that from this time onwards, the bow and arrow of the neuropathy have already had such speed and power.
Arecio was previously unceremoniously weakened by a wave, coupled with unpreparedness, almost made a griffin into a neurotic record. But now that he has adapted, he will never try to grab a griffin from him!
The sky above the training ground was also shrouded in a gray curtain to protect the blood clan. Due to the jet of the griffin flame, several loopholes have appeared. Arecio chased a griffin too tightly, and there was a beam of light in front of him, he weighed it in his heart, or turned around and flashed, using teleportation to make up the falling distance, another griffin roared and fell.
This is the last one.
Arecio did not slow down, he glanced at the saint on the ground, and began to accelerate and descend, the speed was getting faster and faster, but his pupils were getting brighter—
Gotta scare this guy in the way!
His intentions were too obvious, Rutius was on high alert, and all his senses were mobilized frantically. There seemed to be a phantom floating in front of him, but he turned around abruptly, teleported to the blood clan behind him and snorted, and instantly switched the position of himself and the phantom in a short gap. But the saint is so keen, with his back to Ellie and the adjutant, the improved musket raised its muzzle, but the vampire did not dodge, and even a slight smile appeared in those deep rose-colored pupils.
It's almost like he's about to fall into his arms...
In a flash, Luzius knew that he had lost his chance, and the blood clan teleported twice in less than a second, and patted him on the shoulder from behind.
"Win!" Arecio pulled back a game, very happy.
"This shouldn't be..." Luzius finally revealed a hint of emotion, "Even if it is a high-level vampire, you can't teleport twice in a short period of time."
"... It's not stipulated that the vampires can't use space magic, right?"
"… "
Solved the case, space magic plus teleportation, no matter how quickly you can get close, there is no solution.
The saint really began to think seriously, what exactly did he rely on to compete with the blood clan.
It has been a long time since Arecio won in such an event since the neurotic mastered that nasty domain, and now he can't wait to beat the gongs and drums to announce to the world: After hundreds of years, Arecio is finally playing the game on the shoulder. Win again!
correct! Ellie was live just now! His heroic shooting down of the griffin, and the scene where he was stunned by the insane, were all recorded!
just... right...
Arecio stared blankly at the camera that Ellie was holding in his arms. The transparent hemispherical lens was gray. He had also learned some knowledge about filming during this time. Naturally, he knew that this meant that the camera was not working.
"… Ellie?" Arecio held on to his last hope. "Since when did it… stop working?"
"When you jumped from the ground to the griffin at the top," Ellie affirmed.
"… "
The aftermath personnel of the military department who had rushed into the arena recovered the comatose Griffins one by one. Arecio watched silently, and suddenly came the adjutant's cautious question from behind.
"His Royal Highness Arecio." The adjutant used his honorific title nervously, "I witnessed... the whole process, would you mind seeing the marshal now?"
Arecio was still depressed because there was no live broadcast. Hearing this, he glanced at the adjutant. The adjutant subconsciously stood up straight, and after reflexively doing these actions, he realized that he had subconsciously shown the attitude towards the old marshal.
"Of course I can." Arecio also calmed down, "I also want to hear the old marshal's opinion on this attack."
The adjutant immediately saluted, and respectfully led Arecio to meet the old marshal. The other military personnel in the aftermath also more or less caught up with the end of the battle between Arecio and the Griffin group, so when Arecio passed by, they also stood up and watched subconsciously.
"Alessio Hall... Areci."
Arecio turned around, and it was Ellie, the nurturer who had been devoted to him from the very beginning, for a while at a loss, then bowed deeply.
"Thank you for saving me!"
She saw that Arecio seemed to smile, nodded casually, and disappeared at the entrance of the Griffin training ground with the saint under the watch of the military personnel. Ellie watched for a while, took out her portable brain, and dug out a few previous updates.
She deleted several.
The conversation with the old marshal continued until the evening, and Arecio learned that it might be a secret organization called the "Thorn Society". Regrettably, this group has so far been so well hidden that even its name is just a proxy for the military, as its members have thorns tattooed on their shoulders. The old marshal suggested to Arecio that things would be business as usual for the time being, and that they would conduct vigorous investigations according to the area that Hitomi sought.
Arecio glanced at the neurotic beside him, who seemed expressionless, but was actually thoughtful.
Saying goodbye to the old marshal, on the way back, Arecio stared at the video of the saint pulling bows and arrows pushed by the terminal, his teeth itch with anger.
As a result, in the end, it was actually a neuropathy who was acting handsome and abominable!
As he was about to block the video that made him angry, someone suddenly sent him a message. Arecio was a little inexplicable. He glanced at Ellie next to him. He was dealing with some public relations issues about the incident, and he had a lively chat with the relevant personnel of the nursery center. He looked again at the neurotic sitting in the front row, who was closing his eyes to rest, aware of his gaze, and glanced back slightly.
Arecio:
At present, he has only added two friends. Ellie is for daily communication needs, and the neuropathy is for mutual transfer. Who can send him a separate message
He clicked on the message, and it was a map. He was not very familiar with the map of the Federation. An area was marked in red on this map. There is only one simple word below the map—
[enemy.]
The sender is Hitomi.
In other words, the guy who planned the attack just now was caught by Hitomi's tail, but why did he send it to him? It's also more useful to send to the marshal or even the conservation center than to send it to him... etc.
The map given by Hitomi was accompanied by a three-dimensional topographic map. Arecio projected the topographic map, and the light blue three-dimensional map quietly floated in front of him. After all, after 10,000 years, the terrain has changed so much that Arecio doesn't recognize him at all, but he is staring at the red area. In this area, there is a waterway that flows in from the surrounding like thorns. There are low mountains on three sides, and one opens to the south, like a golden door bathed in sunlight.
"Ruzius." He called out to the saint in front, the saint turned back, and Arecio showed him the map.
"What do you think this place looks like?"
The moment he saw the map, the saint's eyelashes trembled.
"… where the temple is located."
he said.
This unexpected discovery made the atmosphere between the two a little dignified.
Back at the nursery center, it was still next door, but Arecio felt that it was not the same as before. He flipped through the interesting news for a while, and then put down his brains slyly. He looked up at the brackets in the dark above his head. Vampires usually don't fly very much, and these brackets are actually unnecessary.
Arecio jumped onto the lowest bracket, and continued up, finally stopping near the top. The darkness completely surrounded him, and Arecio called up the map - the river of thorns, the golden gate, and he didn't believe it was just a coincidence.
If there are still believers in the former temple ten thousand years later, then they must not have too good feelings for dark creatures, and they are more likely to be the one who advocates use.
But Arecio didn't know whether the current madman wanted to go back to the temple.
There was a soft knock on the door, and Arecio jumped down from a height to open the door. A saint in white stood outside the door, staring at him quietly.
"How did you modify the previous history?"
Almost unchanged! Because he can't remember how much!
Arecio's eyes drifted slightly.
"The ancient part... revised..."
"With all due respect, the Taikoo section is only one page."
"… "
"Only the ancient part is fine. I don't expect the work efficiency of the vampire." Ruzius took the thin page from Arecio, and now it has become two pages, and the additional page is on the Almost all of the dark gods are really not involved in him. Some of his guesses need these to be confirmed.
"Why all of a sudden?" Arecio tried to find a topic that would make him not embarrassed.
"A professional contacted me, and I sent him the part that I had sorted out before. It is said that it will be popularized to the public soon." The saint said, "The beginning is to do the ancient part, and it seems that Tong will also participate in it."
This time Arecio is really looking forward to it.
After saying this, Ruzius nodded slightly and prepared to leave.
"Wait." Arecio stopped him. "Are you going to try to sleep in a coffin tonight? Still insomnia?"
The neuropathy can't leave him within a thousand meters. If necessary, he can't accompany him to the room where the coffin is placed.
"The staff of the center have been asked to carry it to an empty room nearby, and it will not exceed one kilometer."
"… That's good."
"… "
"… "
"Please speed things up a bit."
"Don't expect vampire productivity... that's what you said."
"… "
OK.
I always felt that as soon as the place suspected of being the temple came out, the two became subtle. Originally, he woke up after ten thousand years of ignorance. In order to maintain the balance of light and dark, he had to live in harmony, but now the neuropathy has a choice, and Arecio is not sure what he is thinking.
Will he go to the place suspected of being a temple to find a companion, and then continue his more familiar life? That is much easier than before, and now the dark creatures are all silly and sweet. As for whether it violates the law, the suspected temple that hides itself should not care about this.
Not only are Arecio thinking about these things, but also the saint who handed in the manuscript to the room where the coffin was placed, but his mind is also full of chaotic thoughts. He lowered his eyes and glanced at the articles he brought to read before going to bed. Most of them were related to the balance of light and dark. He had learned a lot of things recently. Combined with his past memories, he seemed to have caught a mess. 's thread.
As for where the fire rain came from...
Luzius temporarily put away his thoughts, touched the coffin, and lay in it, hoping to fall asleep smoothly in the place where he slept for 10,000 years as Zhu Heng suggested.
He closed his eyes and his consciousness sank for a moment, but he knew that this was not sleep, but a memory.
His teacher, the most powerful hunter in the temple's past, was teaching him, and as the end drew to a close, he routinely emphasized the topics that had to be emphasized each time.
[Ruzius, he is your enemy.]
He hears himself humbly reciprocating in recollection.
[Yes, Arecio is my enemy.]
Today is a little different. The teacher said a few more words, and mentioned the second-generation blood clan who was Arecio's nominal father.
[That is a very bad guy, like any vampire in his bones, he lacks empathy for others.]
[The blood clan knows that we are training hunters in a targeted manner, and they know you. I even know how the second-generation vampire will introduce you to his children, just as I teach you at this time.]
[He will say...]
The old man vividly and profoundly imitated his malicious and playful expression.
[Aresi, that's yours...]
The last word was bitten between his lips frivolously.
[… Playmate.]