The battle between the two sides is about to break out.
A piece of wood in the campfire burst into flames, and the sound of a "crack" broke the deadlocked silence.
Silas saw the attacking monster clearly in the light of the fire. It was an evil creature like a bat!
Despite its huge size, it is surprisingly agile. At the moment of explosion, it moved!
A pair of blade wings gently slapped the ground, raising a cloud of dust. Taking advantage of the moment when the dust was floating, it crawled quickly on the ground.
Its hidden figure had no effect under the wolves' sensitive noses, and the dirty and stench on its body exposed its location.
That is the smell of the hateful vampires!
The werewolf transformed by the old man looked at the direction where the monster was hiding and uttered words that shocked Silas in the shadows.
"Hohen von Fuerst! You are still so boring after all these years. Give up your bad taste! The blood of Herman Bunus is not afraid of death!"①
Silas finally understood why the old man had persuaded him to give up. How could an ordinary person defeat the monster in front of him? Even if a team of knights armed to the teeth came, they would not be able to defeat the monster in front of them!
"Haha, descendants of Bloody Hand, your clan is still only good at talking. So what under the full moon? As long as the night is shrouded, Cain's blood will flow in my body, and I will be an immortal being."
The bat transformed by Marquis Hohen appeared from the shadows, and his red eyes, like candlelight, showed a human look of contempt.
"What big talk! Cain, the murderer of his relatives, has long been imprisoned in hell. Under the watchful eye of my God, his body has long been burned by the fire of hell!" the old man sneered.
"Hahaha, are you trying to make me laugh to death with your jokes? The god of the dead in the underworld went to guard the gate of hell after the destruction of the underworld. What is there to be proud of? A mere howler can be mentioned on the same level as Cain, the ancestor of the blood race like me? He is not qualified!" As Marquis Hohen spoke, his voice became louder and louder, and it was even deafening.
The sudden roar almost made some young werewolves lose consciousness. They all covered their ears. At this time, the werewolves' extraordinary hearing became a disadvantage.
“Ooooooo!!!!”
The older werewolves howled at the sky. In addition to the moonlight that provided the werewolves with a boost of strength, Sirius in the sky was also shining brightly, constantly transmitting traces of star power from eight point six light years away to the ground.
Marquis Hohen noticed the changes in the starry sky and cursed in his heart.
"Damn old dog!"
Despite the curses, he did not stop his movements. He merged his front and hind legs, opened the blade wings on both sides, and with the help of his strong muscles, he pounced forward. The blade wings on both sides were like a guillotine in the hands of an executioner, slashing towards the old man.
Silas' heartbeat accelerated wildly the moment Hohen jumped up. He didn't want to see the old man who treated him so kindly get hurt.
In a flash, the old man bent his body and rolled forward to avoid the slash of the blade wing, and after rolling, he used his sharp claws to grab Hohen's lower abdomen.
Just when Silas thought that this attack would work and cause damage to Hohen, a sharp "sizzling" sound came from the old man's lower claws. The werewolf's sharp claws actually rubbed against the scales on his lower abdomen, producing sparks.
"Hey, are you scratching me?" Marquis Hohen said jokingly, while raising the whip tail with thorns and swung it backwards, and at the same time, his four claws drew a circle on the ground vigorously.
This is a waltz of death, and the old man is dancing on the edge of a knife.
The rest of the wolves harassed Hohen's fierce attack with their claws. They knew that the experienced old man could not fall down like this, because this thrilling battle had just begun.
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After the day's classes were over, Adina had already returned to her room to rest.
For some reason, she always felt a little uneasy in her heart. Tonight seemed particularly quiet, and even the sound of insects that she heard last night was gone.
The empty room and the dead silence tonight created a feeling that she was like a bird in a cage.
No matter how beautiful and comfortable the room is, it is still not as good as the grass with Silas by your side.
Missing and loneliness quietly occupied Adina's mind, and at this moment Adina began to have the idea of leaving.
"Miss Aitina, this is the key that the Marquis ordered me to hand over to you for safekeeping."
Butler Abel suddenly appeared behind the dazed Aitina and continued,
"Abel knocked on the door just now, but Miss Adina didn't respond. I saw the light was still on and came in rashly. Please forgive me, Miss Adina."
"Oh, Mr. Abel, I'm sorry. I was distracted just now and didn't hear the knock on the door. I'm really sorry." Adina responded after taking the key with one hand.
"Then Abel will take his leave first. Miss Adina, please go to bed early. Although the Marquis will not be at home tomorrow, our classes still have to continue." Abel said considerately.
"Ah, the Marquis will not be at home tomorrow? How long will he be away?" Aitina sensed a glimmer of opportunity.
"Maybe this is a good opportunity to escape," she thought to herself.
"The Marquis will be back in two or three days. Don't worry, Miss Aitina. He is just out on some business."
Abel answered politely.
"Okay, I understand, thank you Mr. Abel. Then what is this key?" Adina asked, looking at the strangely shaped key.
"This key belongs to a room that must not be opened. That room is on the top floor of the castle, and only the Marquis himself can enter there. The Marquis has instructed that you are now the hostess, so during his absence, the key will be in your custody." Butler Abel emphasized the words "must not be opened", reminding Aitina not to open the door out of curiosity.
"Thank you for your reminder, Mr. Abel. It's getting late, so you should go to bed early." Adina smiled sweetly, like a blooming jasmine flower.
After Abel bowed, he extinguished the oil lamp in the room for Adina, closed the door and walked out.
"I hope you won't open that door out of curiosity, poor girl. What's behind that door will devour you."
Abel thought to himself.
Abel has been the butler in the Hohen family for many years.
Since he became conscious, Abel has been serving Hohenzollern. He has been growing up with Hohenzollern by his side since he was a child.
He was both Hohen's close friend and his personal valet;
Abel remained by Hohen's side until he grew up and was knighted.
They are not brothers, but better than brothers.