Chapter 593 Nosferatu

There may be such a brief moment, or it may be just everyone's illusion. The figure running towards the depths of the building paused for a moment after hearing Sera's shout, but it was only a moment, and it became like a spider. He climbed up to the ceiling and quickly escaped into the distance.

Three arcane spells and one divine spell are pressing forward at a faster speed. Drayford shrugged, put down the short bow in his hand, and cut off the connection with nature at the same time - the environment here is a bit weird, and the ranger's natural spells are almost unresponsive here, and he doesn't know why.

"The night neighing hounds said that the breath was a bit familiar," the ray in Sylvia's hand fell into the air, leaving only a dark scorch mark on the wall. The vampire's scarlet eyes stared closely at the quilt. Ron's spell hit, spinning in the air and drilling into the back of the space upstairs, "I think so too - but I need further confirmation."

"Chase." Ron said concisely, and the target location of a portal was opened directly upstairs. Everyone immediately left the "Holy Dining Hall" where time seemed to have stopped and appeared on the second floor.

There are also a large number of corpses on display upstairs, and their appearance and clothing match the remains below, indicating that they should be products of the same period or even the same event. But the difference is that the corpses here are not the same as those below, they also...

A little more shriveled.

"The blood has been sucked dry," Sylvia mentioned a corpse next to her. Two blood holes were clearly visible on the neck that could no longer be simply described as pale. As a vampire, she was very familiar with this. "The meal was... rough and tasteless."

As nobles (even those who claim to be so), vampires have high requirements for the quality of food. When they are not extremely eager for enough blood to restore strength, it is a sign of etiquette to leave "inferior" dregs in the prey's body. , it is not usual practice to be completely sucked dry like the one in Sylvia's hands.

"The other party is probably not a real vampire. Half-bloods, spawns, or even the lowest servants are all possible, but I think the last possibility is not high," Sylvia said from a professional The angle analyzed, "That means there is at least a real vampire master here, and that master should not allow such a thing to happen."

"And you can see that the clothes of these corpses are still relatively intact. The eaters should have a certain degree of rationality and thinking ability, and have thinking that is common in the civilized world."

Drayford was not interested in participating in such a discussion. Even when he was in the goblin lair, he was not responsible for the butcher's work. He looked at the rooms around him. The doors of each room were closed, and recently There are signs of opening.

But there were marks on one of the doors that looked particularly new to the ranger.

"It's hiding in here."

The goblin hunter winked at Ivy. The half-elf didn't understand it, but her long-term cooperation was enough for her to know what this guy wanted.

The tower shield, which was so huge that it was almost as wide as the door frame, stood in front of it. Drayford carefully hid behind the shield and kicked open the door panel with his feet. The expected desperate counterattack did not appear. The front of the tower shield did not receive any magical or physical impact. However, when Ivy was about to take it away, a violent vomiting suddenly sounded from the room!

"Put up a shield!" The companions' warnings and Ivy's movements reacted at the same time, but the vomited objects seemed to be not only physical objects, but also magical attacks. Everyone was ejected from the room almost instantly. He was drowned by the gushing wave of illusory blood, and his body and soul were soaked in it!

The manic roar turned into bites of sharp claws and fangs that bombarded the tower shield. The terrifying power forced Ivy to step back, and the upright shield also tilted at an angle of nearly 45 degrees. Slant - a pair of eyes completely infected with blood appeared in everyone's field of vision with a look of madness!

"Nosferatu! There is such a thing here?!" Gilenis exclaimed in surprise. Of course, the sword-shaped force field in Miss Archmage's hand was also slashed out at the same time, leaving behind the remains of the monster. A dark crack opened in the shadow.

"This freak is already stronger than the previous vampire count!"

Ron patted Ivy on the shoulder, and the latter reacted immediately, turning the shield and hitting the monster that was trying to sneak attack. The latter's movements were swift and powerful, and the long and sharp claws left traces on the armor of Ron's arm. After making four deep dents, it moved backwards, avoiding the strangulation of the tower shield and the giant sword with extremely precise reactions.

It turned over and landed on the railing on the second floor, frightening away the already scary-looking night neighing hound with a face that could disgust all gods and ghosts. Those eyes that seemed to dye the entire gray building with blood were fixed on Sylvia, leaving lines of saliva in the jagged mouth below.

Longing, naked longing without any cover-up, but in view of the honor, no one can tell whether it is the body of Lust Sylvia or the body of Lust Sylvia.

"It's -" the dampire raised his staff horizontally, but the monster didn't react at all. "Miss Gilennis, what exactly is the 'Nosferatu' you just mentioned?"

"I heard that he was one of the ancestors of vampires..." Ron's recollection was interrupted by Gilenis' wave.

"One of the ancestors, one of the most powerful vampires, one of the oldest, these are all rumors heard by common people," the moon elf slowly swung the sword-shaped force field in his hand, and the monster opposite immediately felt the threat. Looking away from Sylvia, "Nosferatu is a monster that is very similar to vampires. Some people even think that they are indeed related to vampires."

"They are also evil undead hunters, but they lack the grace of vampires. For them, existence is nothing more than a series of eternal, cold and desperate nights, punctuated by bloody spots that symbolize brief periods of warmth and wakefulness. These are The joy is fleeting, as their blood addiction never quells."

"It's not even as good as a vampire spawn in this regard."

"-Yes, it is not as good as the spawn, but it has more powerful power. However, this power is usually not stronger than that of real vampires, because they do not have as many weaknesses as vampires except being more sensitive to light. This one The power it possesses probably exceeds the estimates of all relevant researchers," Gilenis said, "Killing it can be considered a good thing, and the same is true for it."

"The creature reduced to Nosferatu can only think about things other than the next meal after eating." (End of this chapter)