"Hey, little ghost, I thought you would run for your life, but I didn't expect you to come back?"

The guy who could speak in such a sloppy tone was naturally Mr. Auror. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Why? shouldn't I run for my life, or do you Aurors have to have a child on top of you when you meet a vampire?" Eren glanced at him, and with his words, he overcame all the Auror's doubts.

Mr. Auror smiled, avoided answering, and asked a different question:

"I said little ghost, why did it take so long to clean up so many idiots?"

Without waiting for Alan to reply, he muttered to himself, "Then again, these vampires are completely different from the ones I captured before, they are so clumsy that they are full of flaws, and I think I can fight ten at a time." ”

"Hit ten, uncle, are you so good? Do you dare to play that bigger?"

"What are you playing, can I still let you be a little ghost?"

Alan showed the smile he used to pretend to be well-behaved every day, and gently spit out two words - "Assassination." ”

"Assassination?" Mr. Auror paused, and then his tone was horrified, "You're crazy!

"What are you kidding, that's nearly two hundred vampires!

"No, no, no, uncle, you're mistaken, it's not nearly two hundred vampires, it's a whole bunch of vampires dragged by werewolves - in a sense, they're not combat. ”

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A few minutes later, Mr. Auror's complaints were still heard from time to time in the duo of one in front and one in the back, one tall and one short:

"I'm crazy to agree to your damn assassination plan! And I've got a full 3 Galleons of Siko for it!

It's a pity that although he cursed in his mouth, his footsteps didn't stop at all.

Soon, the two stepped into the edge of the battlefield, and Allen's shoulder was grabbed by a hand:

"Forget it, it's too dangerous, let's start slowly from the edge. ”

"Uncle, it's not me but you who should be worried, just pay attention to safety!"

Alan smiled and stepped into the shadow of a tree, and then, under the frightened eyes of Uncle Auror, his figure slowly disappeared into the shadows - which made the veteran Auror feel a chill in his vest - even if he saw Alan's invisibility close at hand, he couldn't find out where Eren was after stealth!

However, there was no time to shock him - according to the plan he had agreed with Allen, he had to attract the attention of the Bloods in the shortest possible time!

The battle was raging at the moment—there were already a lot of corpses left in the center of the tribe—mostly the furry bodies of werewolves, and the torn corpses of vampires were scattered only sporadically.

What made the werewolf commander even more heart-wrenching - at this time many werewolves had a tendency to gradually get out of control - most of the werewolves who fell to the ground were still underage little guys, and they were easily slaughtered by those vampires without the ability to control themselves before they had time to be sent into the center of the formation.

In addition, there are many werewolves who have become non-combat attrition - in order to protect the delirious little werewolves, they fought and tried to stuff the crazy little guys into the innermost part of the formation, but due to the uncertainty of the difficulty of control, more than a dozen people were attacked by the little ones and lost their combat effectiveness.

The scales of victory are now tipping slightly in favor of the vampires - and, instead of getting better, the situation is getting worse.

After witnessing his child rush out due to a mistake by the internal management, one of the werewolf warriors made the move to break the formation - alas, he was still a step behind and witnessed his own child being torn off the neck by three vampires.

"Woo!" - after a cry of sorrow, the werewolf did not return to his camp, but rushed like a madman towards the vampires who had learned to attack obscenely under the guidance of the patriarch - unfortunately, instead of giving him strength, anger cost him his life in vain.

What's worse is that under the leadership of this werewolf, more than a dozen werewolves who have lost their children also become crazy at the same time - they rush towards the vampires, trying to replace those hateful bats at the cost of their lives, but with little success - all their lives are exchanged for the death of one vampire and the serious injury of several others.

After losing this dozen or so people, the formation became unstable - if it wasn't for the commander's proper control, I am afraid that this moment would have been a feast for vampire killing.

The night was still long, and although the moon was bright in the sky, the werewolf girl in charge of the command was dark inside—she wasn't sure how many of her people would be taken with her before the dawn came—and she wasn't even sure if she would be able to keep it until dawn.

Just as she was in deep despair, a sudden ring of fire caught everyone's attention.

Few people pay attention to their backs during a sneak attack, so the ring of fire that exploded in the vampire hordes had a miraculous effect that the liberator did not expect—nine vampires were killed in the raid, and more than twenty were injured in various situations.

However, as the enraged vampires prepared to lay siege to the initiator, the Auror, having unleashed the sorcery, had already run away from the battlefield as fast as he could—drawing mad yells from the vampires.

Before the vampire patriarch could give the order, the Aurors, who felt that he had run to a safe distance, turned around and raised his wand, and a spell shot directly at the vampire patriarch, but he deftly dodged - but at the same time, he also managed to stab the hornet's nest - and before the patriarch could order, the vampires had already divided most of their forces and chased after the Aurors.

At that moment, the vampire patriarch who had become vacant around him felt something was wrong - however, by the time he was ready to react, it was too late, and a silver light struck him straight into his heart!

Just as he tried to make a final effort, a demonic spell completely deprived him of the power to resist - endless fear rose from the depths of his soul, and in the great fear he lost the strength to move even a finger.

Allen, who had successfully delivered the fatal blow, quickly retreated - the wound that pierced the heart was a fatal wound rather than a dead wound, and don't underestimate the counterattack of a Bloodline!

However, what followed was not a dying counterattack, but a cloud of blood that burst through the vicious gaze of the Bloodclan - it was a flying bat.

Unfortunately, to the disappointment of the Bloodborn, the assassin boy not only did not panic in the slightest, but instead a dark purple crow flew out of his wand!

Magic - Winds of Darkness!

The crows of madness raged among the bats, and the bats that the Bloodclan used to escape fell as he felt a sharp pain in his soul.

Luckily, however, a bat managed to escape, and he took one last look at the assassin as if he wanted to imprint his appearance into the depths of his soul.

However, as he was about to flap his wings, a familiar fear came over him again from his soul - the last image he saw was a raven skimming in front of him.

ps: This chapter is for the wizard to drink Daze's ten thousand rewards.