Hohen's heart trembled with the fluctuation of the blood core, and the shock caused by each tremor caused a certain degree of damage to Hohen's body.
At the same time, the power contained in the blood sucked from the werewolf was transformed into Hohen's own power by the blood core.
In this cycle of repair and damage, Hohenzollern formed a second blood nucleus in the right ventricle.
When he was young, before he awakened his vampire abilities, Hohen already had an extraordinary desire for living life.
It was a full moon night, and when Hohen could no longer suppress his instinct, he caught and killed a poor hare himself.
He opened his mouth at that time, and his sharp fangs broke through the rabbit's fur and bit the rabbit's aorta. The fishy blood in his mouth was like aged wine, nourishing his body and strengthening his physique.
Although he spent a happy childhood with Abel before his official awakening, his life began to dance with blood after the power of his bloodline awakened.
Werewolves and demon hunters appeared around him one after another to kill the young vampires. They learned how to fight from constant escape and fighting. On a night with a full moon, Hohen had fallen into despair. A werewolf chased him and Abel for three days and three nights. Both Hohen and Abel were exhausted. However, under the threat of life and the stimulation of the full moon, the vampire power in Hohen's body entered the first eruption period. He transformed into a powerful bat monster and successfully killed the werewolf.
When Hohen first transformed, he lost his mind and turned into a ferocious monster with only killing and hunting instincts in his mind.
At that time, the bat monster that Hohen transformed into did not have hard scales on its body, only some fur. The werewolf's claws and bites caused great damage to him, but the out-of-control Hohen was like a wild beast that did not know what pain was. He used a fighting strategy of exchanging injuries for injuries and finally won a hard-fought victory.
At first, Hohen couldn't understand why these werewolves were trying so hard to kill him, but after tasting the werewolf's blood, he understood.
So this is the hatred between bloodlines.
That night, Hohen condensed his first blood core, and after more than two hundred years of accumulation, the second blood core came into being.
He needed time to get familiar with and digest the power and ability brought by this new blood core, so he set up some protective measures at the entrance of the cave and fell into a deep sleep for three days.
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The werewolves were busy using wood and mud to repair the houses damaged in the battle, and the old man sent the little girl Lori away to help, giving Silas a chance to talk to him alone.
"Stranger, now you know why I asked you to give up?"
The old man sat in the rocking chair and took a puff of the tea leaf cigarette he rolled himself and handed one to Silas.
Silas waved his hand to indicate that he did not smoke, and replied,
"I understand now. It turns out that Margrave Hohen is indeed a monster."
After saying this, Silas gave a wry smile, but he continued,
"But I'm a man. Since I promised Aitina, I'm going to go even though I know I may never come back."
Silas shook his head, a resolute expression on his face, and continued,
"I am her knight. I should move forward courageously. This is the spirit of a knight."
The old man was silent for a while, looking into Silas' eyes. He did not read any hesitation or hesitation in his eyes, so he slowly said,
"Then you should stay. If you go now, you will just die. Alas."
Although the old man hesitated to speak, he made Silas realize that he had hope. Silas said gratefully,
"Thank you, old man!"
After saying that, the old man stood up and picked up two pieces of wood of similar length and thickness beside the wooden house. He picked up the axe and chopped off the extra branches. Two unsharpened wooden swords were completed. He casually threw one to Silas.
"Come, accompany me for some exercise." The old man held one end of the wooden sword in his left hand, propped the sword on the ground like a crutch, and waved to Silas with his right hand.
Silas took the wooden sword thrown by the old man with his right hand. When he held it, he felt that the wood was very heavy, almost as heavy as a real sword.
Silas first held the sword in his right hand and performed a sword dance, but it seemed that he had not yet fully adapted to the way of holding the sword with one hand.
Silas previously learned how to use a knight's two-handed greatsword, but now his left hand has not fully recovered and he can only hold the sword with one hand.
Silas realized from watching the battle last night that the old man was the most powerful fighter in the village.
Although he is old, the old man with rich combat experience is still agile after transformation, so Silas knows that he cannot be negligent and needs to exert his full strength.
"Please give me some advice, old man." Silas said solemnly.
Silas held the sword with the tip pointing upward and the hilt at his chest, standing with his feet one in front of the other, his knees slightly bent, and his center of gravity kept centered.
His whole body's spirit is very stable, his upper body is straight as if hung by a rope, ready to launch a charge at any time.
The moment he held the sword, Silas seemed to burst out with a sharp sword intent. If Silas had a sword in his hand when the mob attacked, the result might be different.
The old man carefully observed that Silas had calluses on his palms from daily sword practice, and from his posture he could tell that Silas had a solid foundation in basic skills.
"It is indeed a seedling worth cultivating, what a pity." The old man sighed in his heart.
Silas approached the old man step by step, and launched an attack when he was about fifteen steps away.
"Hi!"
Silas shouted, quickening his pace and instantly closing the distance between the two sides.
He twisted his wrist joint, mobilized the strength of his forearm and upper arm, and stabbed the tip of the sword pointing upwards towards the old man.
"The preemptive sound attack technique is useless." The old man took a step to the right, dodged Silas's stab, and commented.
The old man picked up the wooden sword that he used as a crutch and gently tapped it behind Silas' knee.
With a little force, Silas lost his balance and fell to the ground.
After being sent away, the little girl Lori had actually been hiding outside the door and peeking. Seeing Silas's embarrassment at this moment, she laughed out loud, then walked into the courtyard and said in her crisp voice,
"Grandpa, isn't it time to eat?"
The old man said with a smile,
"Eat, eat, eat. All you know is eating. Didn't you just have breakfast two hours ago?"
Silas also laughed after getting up from the ground, and joked,
"Yeah, aren't you afraid of getting fat? If you get too fat to get married, you'll be doomed."
Today, the little Loli used two leather strings to tie her long hair into a cute double ponytail style, making her look even more petite and cute.
When Lori heard Silas' words, she made a naughty face and said,
"If you get fat and can't get married, I'll marry you! You annoying guy, huh!"
After she finished speaking, she found that she seemed to have said something extraordinary. She covered her mouth with her hands, blushed, and trotted out to do something.
"Come home for dinner in an hour." The old man shouted to Lori.
The wooden man Silas naturally didn't understand the girl's thoughts. All he wanted now was to become stronger.
"Hey, youth is great." The old man said to himself, and then said,
"Come again, young man. Rest again while you eat."