Luzius raised his eyes and glanced around. He sneaked back after separating from Dalewei. There were patrolling people around. To be cautious, he couldn't take the cat back immediately. In addition, now that he has brought it back, what he has always hidden is no different from fully exposed. Aresi has always been very smart.
So after thinking for a while, he took off the cloak on his body, used the cloak and heat preservation magic to make a temporary cathouse for the cat, left some food, and prepared to take the cat back when everything was over. The little black cat stared at him intently, with a vigilant look, but Ruzius was not angry, he appreciated this vigilance.
After making the cathouse, seeing the little black cat tentatively crawling in, Ruzius got up and left. During this period of time, the reason why he was able to avoid Arecio's sight and come to meet with Dalewei, is one aspect of his understanding of Arecio's schedule, and the teleportation magic also contributed. But even so, he couldn't stay out for too long, Alessi would find out.
It's a pity that he tried many times during this time, but he still failed to lure Theo to the front line...
The light of the teleportation array lit up, and in the snowstorm, the rare saint without a cloak lowered his eyelashes, hiding the cold light in his eyes.
Theo was more afraid of Arecio than he thought.
His memory has not recovered, and he does not know the specific situation of the war between the blood races in the past, and there is nothing related to it when he flips through the notes, which makes him a little restrained in dealing with Theo. He didn't believe Theo would really not come, he could only say that the other party was extremely patient, like a snake waiting for its prey, occasionally spitting out letters, but never sticking its head out of the cave.
It's nothing, he just needs to let his anti-water action cause enough damage this time. He will definitely kill Dalewei, and he also intends to take away the person that Dalewei seems to be deeply trusted by Theo.
Patience, steadiness, and a hit.
Temple hunters were never short of these virtues.
He returned to the camp, which was dealing with a small light outburst. Many light aliens appeared, Helgodon charged forward, completely dismantling the formation on the opposite side, the dark shadow of the lich constantly filled the surrounding with the power of darkness, and also suppressed the actions of the light aliens, and some light aliens turned their heads. , kills his comrades.
Just missing Arecio.
Ruzius suddenly moved in his heart, and he raised his head—
The blood clan gathered up the bat wings and swooped towards him. He couldn't see the expression against the light, but he felt that this scene was like the blood clan flying towards the silver cross back then.
Arecio has long since spread his bat wings and flew in the air. He originally had Crawvinson in his hand, but now he has left it. For the first time, he knew that the fallen angels were afraid of heights, and there was no such thing in their genes, right? Of course he wouldn't get used to it, grabbing the shivering Crawvinson and flying high into the sky, he just let the fallen angel who could only fly low learn to fly high.
"Look, it's nothing, right?" He looked disgusted, "How did you manage to fly close to the ground for decades?"
like a moth.
Ex Moth Clawson jumped up and down excitedly.
"… "
Well, at least he fulfilled his obligations as a teacher.
Arecio looked at the ground and saw the saint who was slowly returning at a glance. He heard that the neuropathy was going to repair the signal transmission tower, and the speed of returning was not slow. He was about to fly down, and suddenly his mind changed, and his fangs showed a little point on his lips.
Slap on the shoulder game for the second time!
The flapping of the bat wings gave him an extremely terrifying speed bonus, and the blood clan swooped down from the sky, targeting the saint who was not wearing a cloak on the ground! The saint also found him, his eyes moved slightly, he raised his left hand, and several chains rose into the sky!
The blood clan passed by the chain and went straight to the saint, not wanting to change the direction of the chain and fold inward in the middle, intending to bind the wings of the blood clan. Arecio truly realized that Neuropathy was beginning to regain its previous strength. The advantage of Neuropathy was not in attacking, but in the fact that, like now, he could always find an opportunity to fight back when he stayed where he was.
- but that still can't stop him!
Between the electric light and flint, the bat wings entwined by the chains turned into shadows and flowed down in an instant. Ruzius paused for a moment, but after a pause of less than a second, the balance of victory had already tilted towards Arecio. Arecio touched his shoulder and teleported behind him in a dazzling manner, opening his mouth to declare his overall victory.
"How? I..."
His body suddenly lost weight, a chain wrapped around his leg silently, and with a little force, he successfully lost his balance. Arecio was a little surprised, but he had always been unlucky and always had to pull the neuropathy, not to mention this was the neuropathy hand, and immediately grabbed the other party's collar unceremoniously, forcibly let the other party fall with him in the snow on the ground.
Fall together!
The saint dipped in snow with him, but he didn't get angry. Instead, he smiled while leaning on top of Arecio. Arecio smiled at him inexplicably. After laughing, the sage stretched out his hand to pull him up. His baffling was not over yet, only the sage asked:
"What happened to your wings?"
There is nothing to hide, Arecio stood up with his strength and said casually:
"Usually open wings are the shadow wings, which are convenient and quick without pain... What do you think?"
"I thought it was your own wings."
"Oh, that, yes."
The saint suddenly turned to look at him, and Arecio was stared at him a little bit, and continued to say inexplicably:
"Almost the senior generation in the blood clan has wings, don't you know this temple? But every time the wings are shown, they grow directly from the back, which is inconvenient and damages the clothes, and also consumes a certain amount of blood. ..." Arecio tilted his head, "I have shadow magic, why not just make wings."
The saint looked at him blankly.
As expected of Alessi, who has no sense of vampire romance at all, even he has made up his mind about how bat wings grow from the flesh and blood of vampires, with a certain cruel beauty and forbidden color... However, Arecio It only seems that the process of growing wings is cumbersome.
Arecio continued to spit on him.
"The wings are not only troublesome to grow, but also difficult to put in. You have to let the body absorb the flesh and blood that make up the wings a little bit. If the absorption is too strong, it will not be very comfortable."
"And when it's half absorbed, the wings are half big and not small, are they cute? What the hell."
It's really too hard to be a blood race!
The saint became more and more expressionless.
It's so hard to watch you become a blood clan!
Arecio finished talking about the sad life history of the blood clan, and felt comfortable. He and the lunatic took another look at Helgodon's condition, then returned to the open air to eat with a bowl and a pot. Several dark creatures accompanying the army are not squeamish at all, and do not need special treatment at all, which has won the favor of many soldiers.
Marshal Olsen also came to join in the fun. He sat down in front of the heating device and poured himself a bowl of hot soup.
"At present, we have advanced nearly 300 kilometers in depth, and the good news has been sent back. Do you want to know the reaction of all walks of life?" news, but this is the first expedition of a special dark creature, and he can make an exception.
Zhen's ears suddenly perked up. He is particularly keen on socializing. He has been away from the light brain for more than half a month, and he is brushing his pupils in his dreams.
"I want to see it!" He leaned in front of Guangnao, saw the picture on Guangnao, and firstly exclaimed slightly.
"This picture makes Alessi so handsome!"
The lich then leaned over and took a serious look, nodding his head.
"So handsome."
Now Arecio couldn't sit still anymore, and squeezed over to look at the handsome photo he took of himself.
Rutius didn't move, because he already had the photo. Long before he came to the northern front, he had applied to Marshal Olsen for the use of the optical brain. The reason he gave was very simple.
He has internet addiction.
Olson: …
Olsen didn't understand why Ruzius wanted to find such a sand sculpture reason, and he would agree if he applied well.
Ruzius finished his meal without saying a word. Out of the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of Arecio still browsing the brain. It happened that the unicorn Andre was by his side, and he wanted to ask something.
"Mr. Andre, do you have time?" After getting a positive answer, he lowered his eyes and organized the language.
"Actually, I have always been very curious about unicorns in this era, because 10,000 years ago, unicorns have always been known for their purity, and this purity was even harsh."
Andre glanced at Arecio enviously, and then reluctantly turned his eyes. As a unicorn, he could indeed answer Ruzius' question.
"Maybe because the environment has changed, we are no longer so harsh on the external environment." After thinking about it, he added, "Actually, it is our unicorns who have requirements for the environment, so we go to some relatively less bright and clean places. When you are in a place, you can also wrap the unicorn, which can make a big difference.”
"That is, is the horn the key to the unicorn's purity?"
"You could say the same."
The last cloud of doubts in Ruzius's heart dissipated. He thanked Andre and glanced at Arecio, who was still talking to people at a distance from him. He knew how to attract Arei back. Western Europe's attention.
With his fingers, he slowly drew a pattern on the snow.
Although Arecio was chatting in a relaxed manner, half of his attention was actually on Ruzius, and when he found him bowing his head, some ominous foreboding immediately surfaced in his heart. He stopped the conversation and started to teleport to the neurotic's side. The neurotic's fingers on the ground seemed to pause for a moment, but in the end he tenaciously finished the drawing.
In the silence, Arecio looked at the pattern on the ground and grabbed the neuropathy with his backhand.
"You still think I don't have enough emojis?!"
The saint let him hold him with an innocent expression. Andrea next to him was trying to figure out how to paint, and decided to apply it to his big head pattern. Olsen was taking pictures. Lucy and I surrounded the pattern with little lace. Noah held the bowl and looked over there. He choked and coughed twice.
"Cough...this is..." He wasn't sure if he had summed it up correctly.
"The cat is holding a bowl?"
Arecio tightened his grip on the collar of the neuropathy, it was this neuropathy! Strange emojis have been added again!
He was about to drag the neuropathy to a place where there was no one to be beaten, when the alarm in the camp suddenly sounded, and I don't know how many times the light collapse came again.
"It really doesn't let people be idle for a second..." He let go of the neuropathy, only to feel that the recent light breakdowns were unusually frequent, and he didn't know what the neuropathy meant. Maybe they should go deep to see the situation tonight.
He looked at the saint subconsciously, only to see that his eyelashes trembled slightly after hearing the alarm.
It seems that it is not unexpected that the light collapse will break out frequently...
Thinking of this, Arecio's heart sank.
He was suspicious again.