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It was hard for Lynch to imagine that hundreds of years had been used by vampires to stand still.

Of course, it may have studied the ruins for hundreds of years.

This habit reminded Lynch of a special blood descendant, the vampires of the Nikolaich family.

The blood dragon is good at mastering weapon skills, Carstein has extraordinary charisma and varied abilities, and Nikolaich is better at harnessing the power of magic.

Unlike Carstein who makes trouble everywhere, and the blood dragon who travels around, Nikolachi often hides outside civilization.

They are reclusive masters of black magic! Creator of monsters, inventor of new magic.

Thanks to the research of the Nicolachi ancestors, they are not afraid of silver and wood thorns, and the weaknesses of other vampires are no longer fatal to them.

Of course, these solitary freaks are becoming more and more abnormal. For them, madness is the norm.

Vampires always have to fight against their own hunger and thirst, otherwise their reason will be defeated by hunger and thirst, their slender bodies will turn into huge beast bodies, and the wise midnight nobles will turn into bloodthirsty ghosts who only know how to drink.

Nicholas is the best person enslaved by hunger and thirst.

Their pursuit of magic failed to save them from blood thirst, and many Nikolai died of madness, stabbed in the back by their apprentices.

If it was a Nikolachi bloodborn causing trouble, then everything would make sense.

Lynch shared his views, but only Teclis and his apprentices knew the secrets of the Vampires.

Even witch hunters who often fight against the undead think that what Lynch said is a fantasy.

Lynch was used to the ignorance of the imperial people, so he ignored the Sigma believers talking to themselves and began to discuss important matters with Teclis.

Soon, the explorers reached the end of the road, and the sound of waves interrupted Lynch's conversation with the mage.

On the beach, among the sand wetted by the sea water, a headless white skeleton was half submerged in the sand.

Bones covered the beach like shells on the beach.

The witch hunter raised his torch and illuminated the bones. The shocking sight made him shiver all over.

There is not a trace of flesh and blood left on these bones. Before dark, they were still living people.

It was hard for Glenn to imagine what kind of strange force could remove the skin and bones of thousands of people in just an hour.

The Archmage raised the Sword of Teclis as a warning, preventing the explorers from approaching the bones.

It's clear that the Necromancer doesn't let good material go to waste.

Lin Qi stood at the front of the team, he was best at dealing with surprises, while the Archmage was carefully protected in the center by other warriors.

Lynch was keenly aware of the trembling of the white bones. They seemed to be echoing something, trembling with a strange rhythm.

In the darkness, the sound of human crawling suddenly appeared.

It was like a dying person struggling to move his lower body with his hands.

The sound of rustling sounds came from the depths of the jungle. Before the soldiers could wait for too long, a group of slender zombies revealed their grotesque bodies from among the vegetation.

They surrounded the warriors, while the bones still trembled.

Lynch recklessly shattered one of the bones, but the shattered bone fragments only made the noise louder.

Before Lin Qi could rush towards the zombie, there was also a discordant sound in the waves.

A low-pitched spell sounded in the sky, echoing the trembling of bones on the beach.

Teclis counterattacked the enemy's spell without hesitation, but the next moment, the strange sound of bat-like chanting sounded again.

The Archmage activated the Scroll of Hoth, directly breaking the enemy's magic.

The vampire became completely silent until floating corpses rose from the sea, and the spell of the deceased did not appear again.

Lynch lit the scepter and swept the coast like a whirlwind. The dead who had returned from the sea neatly returned to the ocean before they landed ashore.

The witch hunter took out his musket, but found that the gunpowder had already been dampened, so he could only take out the crossbow arrows to disturb the zombie.

The dwarf slapped the armor, causing the silverware hanging on the armor to tremble violently.

Relying on his sophisticated equipment, he crashed directly into the group of zombie demons.

The Sword Master of Hoth protected his mentor and cooperated with Teclis to kill the slender ghosts one after another.

Without the vampire's magical assistance, these summoned monsters could not affect the elite warriors at all.

At a certain moment, the trembling in the bones suddenly reached its peak.

Lynch heard a loud noise coming from the ground, and his hunting sense described the monster's shape for him.

He was standing on the monster's back, and the whole beach was on the monster's tortoise shell.

This is a dragon turtle that died of old age on the coast. Its body was buried for a long time, but today it was cruelly awakened again.

After the monster woke up, thousands of skeletons stopped shaking and neatly shattered into powder.

The ground shook suddenly, and the elf relied on his excellent balance to stand firm among the shaken sand, standing firmly on the back of the undead turtle.

Dwarves and humans do not possess such remarkable dexterity.

Lynch melted a small hole in the turtle's shell and fell into the turtle's body. At the same time, he saw the two unlucky guys landing in the distance.

The lizard man didn't have time to continue observing. He grabbed the bones at the junction of the dragon turtle's two forelimbs and climbed to its spine.

The scepter lit up with a dazzling arc of light, melting the huge spine into air.

The skeletal dragon head that had just poked out of the turtle shell slid directly out of the turtle shell. Two spiritual fires floated in the empty eye sockets. It didn't seem to understand what was happening.

Humans and dwarves fell into the sand and were almost buried in the dust.

Before they could struggle to climb out of the sand, the turtle body that had been standing up a second before crashed to the ground, setting off another wave of wet sand.

The seawater that was about to flow into the pit was pushed away. Humans and dwarves called out to the gods of various faiths, were buried in the sand, and feasted on the sand.

Glenn showed a head. He was not sure whether his old friend had suffocated to death. Sorian was at an inherent disadvantage in this situation.

Fortunately, Teclis always cast spells very quickly. The strong wind blew away the sand and brought the painful dwarves and humans to the turtle shell.

Only then did Glenn see the lizard man fighting with the undead head on the south side.

The part of the body that the dragon turtle could still control could only jump and bite on the shore like a snake, but it was still unable to do anything to the dexterous lizard man.

It turns out that having a huge body is not scary. Glenn thought of the bullfights he had watched. The lizard man was like a matador, teasing the huge skeletal dragon head with ease.

When Glenn finished spitting out the sand, the lizard man also ended his performance.

The huge skeletal skull was melted into debris. Looking at the lizard man returning from a distance, Glenn felt an unprecedented sense of security.

Sometimes, it's a good thing to go with monsters, because other evil spirits who don't know their own strength become the monster's prey.

Although he is a little more barbaric, aren't the ancient gods like Ulric and Tal also equally barbaric?

The witch hunter completely put aside his grudges and recognized the residents of the new world.