The Rise of the Cemetery

Chapter 0111 Vampire Baron

The strong man took a deep breath and was about to jump off the big tree. He suddenly froze when his body was not moving. A cold touch in the throat told him there was a dagger.

Finally here! After losing his fantasy, the brave man closed his eyes and waited for the moment when his throat was cut open.

"Let's talk about the undead employment you just mentioned? If intelligence is valuable, I might spare you!" A sharp voice resembling the rubbing of a spar suddenly sounded.

The strong man laughed bitterly, it turned out to be a disaster, he did not blame others, but blamed himself for not managing his group of stinky mouth!

"You have heard it, and we don't know much. It's just that some people said that the bone racks of Morrokhed needed blood and were purchased at high prices, as long as they could deliver the goods they needed to a certain location , They are willing to pay a big price! "

"time and location!"

"I don't know, I really don't know. I only know that an intermediary named Schwick runs around and contacts. We came here just to touch him!"

"Will he come here?" The sharp voice rose suddenly.

"Yes, I will be here tonight. We have agreed!" The strong man replied with frustration. This kind of betrayal of the same kind of things was done with peace of mind.

The long silence behind him made people crazy. If it wasn't for the coldness on the throat, the strong man thought the mysterious man had gone.

"Go back, go back to the wooden house. If you kill that Swick, you can live!" Finally, the mysterious man spoke again, but what he said made the strong man like an ice cave. That is the agent of the bones on the north side, can he be killed by an ordinary mercenary?

"You only have one way! If you can't kill him, I will kill both of you. Remember, you only have this one chance, grasp it!" The mysterious man behind him seemed to see what he was worried about, Said decisively. As soon as he finished speaking, the cold feeling of the strong man's throat disappeared.

The strong man peeped over his head with a trembling look, the tree branch behind was empty, and there was no trace of someone's existence.

Half an hour later, the strong man returned to the log cabin with a heavy heart, and his big sword with both hands that had fallen halfway was recovered. No matter how he looked around, he could not find a half figure, but the kind of acupuncture-like sense of danger always accompanied him, making him afraid to run away.

It's getting dark, the other party will come at any time, and I need to arrange something.

For the sake of his own life, the scarred face man also used his brain. This wooden house full of dead bodies can no longer be used, which will cause the other party to be alert. Anyway, it is just an appointment in this abandoned village to meet, just change an empty room. At that time, how to cheat the other party's trust, how to get close to him, the scared face man repeatedly tried to figure out, and his hands were not idle, and found an empty wooden house nearby to simply clean it, set up some small institutions, and then turned Going to the roof, repeatedly observing the movement of the distance.

The uninhabited village is extremely dark, but after a while, the surrounding creek grassland and jungle disappeared under the night, leaving only the crowing of the cooing nightbirds. The scar-faced brave man erected two torches in front of the wooden house, but he sat in front of the torches, his face looked a bit daunted by the light of the light.

The sound gradually disappeared with the dim light. In addition to the few low insects and the noise of the night owl, the surroundings suddenly became silent. The sounds of the torch and the torch were all blurred and low. Only occasionally one or two sharp or low abnormal sounds came from the wind ... like howling, like wind.

There seemed to be some strange noises in the distance, as if there was a night owl flying in the sky.

The scarred face was shocked by the cold hair, standing up and looking at it for a long time and seeing nothing, he did not see through the night. Between anxiety, a shadowy figure came from a distance, and the slight footsteps came to have the effect of calming people's hearts. The scarred face man instantly calmed down, and the centipede scar on his face seemed to be alive. Live twisting, trying to squeeze out a little smile.

"Mr. Swick, are you?" The scared face man shouted softly in his throat, and the chilled words lingered in the empty night sky for a long time, which surprised him.

"Okay, don't shout, it's me." An unpleasant scold came, and the person had come within the range of the torch light. It is a middle-aged aristocrat dressed in a black evening gown, like a noble family, with a sturdy body, hands full of exaggerated ruby ​​rings, and a family badge on the chest that is gorgeous and dazzling, but there is no blood in the face.

"Um ... Mr. Swick, you are the only one?" The scarred brawn looked at him behind him twice, and hesitantly asked, a slight gleam flashed from his eyes.

"Huh, can such a thing let many people know? You are not alone, but your men?" Middle-aged nobleman Schwick chuckled dissatisfiedly, and the words were full of disdainful arrogance.

"I asked them to wait in a place outside the village. I'll take a look first!" The scarred man smiled flatteringly, but his scarred face was too ugly, and it was disgusting to cover up anyway. "I heard that Mr. needs some special goods, the price is very fair, I don't know if it is true?"

"Don't talk nonsense, as long as you can find good goods, the price will not be less than you. I will come here every 10 days, as long as there are good goods, just bring them in." Schwick pulled out the white scarf Wipe the corner of the mouth, a look that does not want to stay here.

"I brought a special item this time, may I look to see if I am satisfied?" The scared faced man hurriedly put his body aside, led his hand into the house, bowed his head and concealed the endless murder in his eyes .

"Oh?" Schwick looked at the room suspiciously. Although he didn't sense anyone in it, he didn't want to run in vain. He walked in front and only took two steps. His body shook and snorted loudly. The long, pointed sword pointed through his chest. With an unbelievable gaze, Schwick forcibly turned his head back and said, "You ... you?"

The scary face of the brave man was full of brutal cruelty. His wrist shook to make the wound bigger. The light on the torch could see the opposite scene: "Do n’t blame me, you ’re not dead, I ’m going to die Alright. Go for it! "

The light faded in Schwick's eyes, and he couldn't help falling down. The scar-faced man withdrew his long sword, and excitedly turned back to the empty night shouting: "I killed him! I killed ..." Too nervous, he didn't notice that there was little blood flowing out of the other party.

As soon as the words fell, I felt the light in front of him dim, and a huge figure stood upright behind him, betting the frightening shadow on him.

The face-faced strong man turned around with his humiliation, and was seeing a pair of blood-red eyes staring at himself firmly, filled with endless hatred. Unconsciously took a few steps back, the scarred face murmured and explained: "Not like this, not like this, Mr. Swick, I can explain ..." But he couldn't finish speaking, the huge figure swooped When he came over, a big mouth of blood basin came straight to his neck with a fishy sullen.

Moon Shadow shook, the fire jumped, and a chaotic sound of chaotic sword chopping and bite claws in front of the wooden house alternately sounded. In this scene of human tragedy, the moon may not bear to look directly, hiding behind the thick clouds, leaving only mottled figures and screams. Gradually the sound subsided, only a sucking sound was clearly audible.

For a long time, Swick climbed up from the body of the scarred man, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and began to sort out his messy clothing. The big hole that the dress broke in the chest could not be covered by the pull, but the skin under the notch was intact and no wounds could be seen.

Schwick ’s shadowy eyes moved away from the two huge teeth marks on the neck of the corpse, and slowly swept across the silent night sky around. The darkness was like a curtain surrounding the surroundings, leaving only the orange glow of the torch shaking. The human village left a hazy, swaying light and shadow.

"Come out! I can sense your presence. Let me see who is so daring to attack the great Baron Swick."

"A vampire, really thought he was noble?" A sharp voice suddenly sounded in the shadow below him. Along with the voice, the evening dress that Schwick had just finished turned into a sky-black butterfly, and dozens of deep scratches appeared on his body at the same time.

The vampire Baron Swick screamed angrily. His hands with sharp claws slammed into the dark shadow with the sound of the wind, but there was no real touch. Just a moment after he turned back, a vague figure appeared faintly on his side, and two sharp daggers came in from both sides, and successfully met in the abdominal cavity. After a while, Schwick made the most screaming screams, waving his claws to retreat the mysterious murderer. The black mist flew open, and a huge vampire bat flew into the air with its wings.

The huge wounds on his body and the broken bat wings showed that it was the middle-aged aristocrat Schwick. Gliding in the silent night sky, a pair of blood-red eyes glanced at the grass and trees within a hundred meters of the circle, trying to search for the enemy that had just hit themselves. The opponent's weapon seems to have the effect of a soul attack. The stabbing wound is not only the flesh, but also contains the soul that can't be touched. At the thought of the agony that had penetrated the soul, Schwick couldn't help but shiver.

"Did you retreat first and wait for the injury to be repaired before looking for the enemy?" Schwick couldn't help but start looking for reasons for his escape.

"Are you looking for me?" The abominable rubbing crystal-like voice sounded again, leaving him soul-stirring, this time the voice came from his back.

"I'm flying in the air ..." Before he could finish his thoughts, there was a tingling in the back of the head, and Swick screamed and fell to the ground. He returned to the human form, and his already broken body instantly shot dozens of blood arrows. The amount of bleeding is terrifying. What is even more terrifying is the huge tear behind the brain. Gush. Even with this unsolvable injury, he still failed to kill the vampire. He struggled, murmured in his mouth: "Blood ... blood ...". As long as there is enough blood, he can recover from any injuries.

It is a pity that his luck is really bad today, a small foot on his back stepped on his back. Although his feet were not big, he rolled his eyes and blood foamed in his mouth.

"Give me blood, I want blood ..." His consciousness was blurred, and he struggled to crawl towards the body of the scarred strong man. As long as he sucked two mouths, he could save his life.