"We ......" looked at the terrifying mark on Fenrir Greyback's hand, and the emaciated vampire couldn't help but shudder.

On the werewolf's arm, there is a green brand...... The main body of the brand is the head of a skull, while a large python emerges from its mouth and wraps around it......

"Fenrir, the Dark Lord has given you this honor?" said a werewolf.

The rest of the werewolves also looked at this imprinted arm with reverent eyes.

"The Dark Lord will never treat his loyal servants badly. Fenrir Greyback said triumphantly, then lowered the sleeve of his right arm.

In the crowd, Remus-Lupin frowned slightly, but he immediately lowered his head so that the other werewolves didn't notice his anomaly.

"So you werewolves took refuge in that lord......" The vampire asked, with a trembling voice, "He sent you, and he told you that we still live here?"

"That's right, the Dark Lord knows everything!" Fenrir Greyback nodded, pleased with the vampire's reaction, "Now, take us to your lair, bat!"

"This way...... Please follow me. The vampire nodded repeatedly.

......

The werewolves followed behind the emaciated vampire and began to move forward.

However, the direction of progress is not the direction in which the castle is located, but the opposite direction.

They were getting farther and farther away from Dracula's Castle, and the voices of the travelers on the other side of the castle were getting quieter, and soon they were out of the woods, walking about a mile away, and finally what seemed to be an open area that smelled of foul odor.

It's like an abandoned town, and it's like a makeshift dump...... Littered with all sorts of garbage, werewolves, though living at the lowest levels of the wizarding world, have never been to such a bad place.

Several werewolves covered their noses and glared at the vampire.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen...... Bear with yourselves. The vampire hurriedly laughed.

After a short walk, he led the group to a broken bridge.

He took the lead and jumped off the broken bridge, and the river below had long since dried up......

It is estimated that Muggles will not come to such a desolate place for several years.

In an inconspicuous bush under the broken bridge, there is a manhole cover...... The vampire trotted over, squandering all his strength to lift the manhole cover.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our lair ......" Before he could finish speaking, his face suddenly changed.

Then, with great swiftness, he rushed to the other side of the broken bridge.

Several werewolves thought that the vampire was going to be detrimental to their group, and hurriedly took a few steps back vigilantly.

However, the vampire's target was clearly not them, but a vole on the other side of the broken bridge, which had just run out of the garbage heap.

The is back again...... Between his bony fingers, he caught the fat vole.

He grinned, revealing two sharp canines, and then he took a bite without hesitation.

Ignoring the werewolves on the side, he greedily sucked the blood of the vole and was reluctant to let go of a drop...... It wasn't until the vole's carcass had completely dried up that he threw it away with some reluctance.

The vampire looked up again and smiled flatteringly, "Sorry, adults...... It's been two weeks since I've tasted such fresh blood......"

Fenrir Greyback frowned, "Hurry up, take us down, take me to your leader!"

......

Underneath the manhole cover is a long-abandoned sewer.

Everywhere there is mud that I don't know how long I've been here, and the remains of various animals that can be found everywhere, all of which look like they were left behind by vampires after eating...... However, they did not see a single human corpse.

The sewer is very narrow, and in every compartment next to it, there are several pairs of bright red eyes looking out.

However, these eyes are not as energetic as the werewolves imagined, but a little lifeless.

Judging by the number of eyes, there are at least a hundred vampires living in this very secretive but small sewer.

The vampire who led them the way roared from time to time in the compartment next to them...... I can't see that he still has a certain status among vampires.

All the way to the innermost compartment of the sewer, outside which hung a worn curtain...... He stopped, and said with a humble face:

"Dear Countess Eliana, I have a guest visiting. ”

After a few moments, a hoarse female voice came from inside: "Let them in!"

......

The leader of the Transylvanian vampires is a young-looking female vampire.

Of course, vampires are a race that has a long lifespan and can stay young forever, and age cannot be inferred by appearance...... Her actual age may be more than 100 years old.

Countess Eliana, who has changed into a white princess dress...... However, the skirt was stained and tattered, and there was no beauty in it.

She wasn't as deformed as the other vampires, but her face seemed to be a little puffy and still not pretty, and at her feet lay the corpse of a stray dog, still bleeding outward.

"Did the lord send you?" the countess looked at the werewolves with a wary expression.

There was a strong hostility in her voice.

"I've heard since I was a kid that werewolves and vampires are mortal enemies?" a female werewolf couldn't help but ask, "Why did you become like this...... Life is so bleak that even the poorest Muggles are infested?"

"It wasn't the Lord who did it. A bleak smile appeared on the female vampire's face: "Fifty years ago...... In that terrible disaster, he broke into the castle...... He killed my father, cut off his head, and killed almost all of our adult compatriots...... He left us with our lives, but He also left us with the curse of eternal life......"

As she spoke, she raised her right hand a little weakly...... I saw that there was a very clear and visible blood mark on the wrist of the right hand.

"I was ordered by that lord...... On the orders of the Dark Lord. Fenrir Greyback said coldly: "He can give you forgiveness and freedom...... As long as you swear allegiance to him!"

"Really?" Countess Eliana looked up with a shudder, "Lord Gaunt has decided to forgive us?"

Fenrir Greyback couldn't help but say, and had already taken a scroll out of his pocket:

"While free, he also brought you a mission!"