"You go back first, you don't have to ...... in the battle here."

Suspended above the dark night sky, Sparra threw a word and plunged into the sky.

The cold night breeze swept rapidly against the smooth body, and the short, soft fluff on the surface of the body danced rapidly. The Vampire Bat that Sparra had transformed into vanished in mid-air without a trace, never to be found again.

Suddenly feeling a chill, Villia hurriedly flapped her bat wings and turned around and flew into the distance.

The battle in the manor continues.

The vampires who came to raid were clearly at a disadvantage and were fighting and retreating. In the darkness of the night, their ranks had been broken up and rampant through the manor, spreading the turmoil to every corner of the manor.

Six wizards wearing the Denel family crest were driving witchcraft to hunt down a team of vampires, and as they passed by a tall tree, a white arm stretched out in the darkness and pulled the last wizard behind the tree.

Because of her swift and colorless movements, the other wizards who were preoccupied with chasing their prey did not have a companion missing from their side.

In the shadows of the ancient tree, before the captive wizard could come to his senses, a slender figure pressed against him, two sharp, hollow blood-sucking fangs piercing into his neck.

After a few moments, the wizard Ralph stopped the trembling of his body and stood up again.

"Go to the three-story building and show me that Anetor!" Sparra commanded softly, and once again turned into a small vampire bat and pounced on Ralph, skilfully burrowing into his sleeve.

"Yes!" replied Ralph respectfully.

As he stepped out of the shadow of the ancient tree, his head raised, and by the dim light of the lamp, his eyes were red, and his face was extremely pale.

He flipped over the collar of his robe to cover the small wound on his neck, and without hesitation, he turned and walked towards the three-story building.

Even in the midst of a fierce battle, the vigilance around the small building still did not relax in the slightest.

A team of strange wizards dressed in standard white armor guarded the small building, they were men and women, and they were of different ages, but each of them had a strange logo of the Foggy Mountains on their left shoulder.

It's a black mountain shrouded in a white mist...... The shape is bizarre, and even with Spala's knowledge, he has never seen a logo like this.

"This is the emblem of Marilyn Mona's Mystery Garden Troop, they belong to Mistress Mona's direct wizard unit, and I don't know what kind of strange abilities they have......" Ralph walked up to the wizards guarding the gate as he communicated with Spalla hiding in his arms with a special telepathic connection.

"Who are you, why are you here?" a male wizard stepped forward to stop Ralph, his vigilant expression not relaxing because the other party was 'one of his own'.

"I'm Ralph of the Seventh Wizard Squad, and I have extremely important information to report to Lord Mona right away, so you can pass it on!"

"At this time...... the male wizard hesitated for a moment, and said, "At this time, Lord Mona must still be in deep meditation, and she will not easily meet people!

"It was our captain who asked me to return, this information is very important, and it must be handed over to Mona-sama in my own hands!"

The male wizard, who seemed to be resolutely forced by Ralph, relented.

He turned around and ordered, "Yasna, you take him to the guest room on the first floor to wait first." If the adults wake up, pass the news on as soon as possible!"

"Yes!" a young girl in leather armor boots with short brown hair nodded yes, and led Ralph into the small building.

As soon as he entered the small building, Ralph could clearly feel as if he had just passed through a transparent film of light, and there was a completely different atmosphere inside and outside the building.

Directly facing the main door is a wide, old wooden staircase that leads to the second floor. On the left and right are dining rooms and small reception rooms, and in the corners are small cabins for servants to rest.

The second and third floors had already been taken over by the Mona-sama, and all the low- and middle-level wizards had to stoop to the servant's room on the first floor. No wizard dared to complain about such 'unjust' treatment.

"Come with me! you can't take a single step here, or you'll run afoul of the witchcraft ban you've set up. If you disturb Mona's meditation, you and I can't afford to take the consequences......" The short-haired girl was quite enthusiastic, leading Ralph to the left side of the first floor.

"You're pestering this little guy, I'll go to the second floor and have a look!" Sparra briefly explained to Ralph with a mental connection, and quietly climbed out of the foot of his robe, transforming into a strange mouse with black fur and red eyes, and gently slid up the stairs to the second floor.

Spala, from the plane of Faun, was once a young and beautiful elf by profession as a druid, a quirky profession that excelled at animal transformation. After being transformed into a blood elf, Mary brought back to the wizarding world, and gradually grew into the current 'shapeshifter'.

And she is also the only one among all the druids who has not lost her original professional skills after receiving the transformation of the blood elves. It's just that the Druid's Wild Transformation and the Blood Elf's Vampire ability don't match that well, so it's especially difficult for her to increase her combat power.

The red-eyed rat that Sparra had transformed into quickly climbed up the stairs, dodging a place where a slight aura of magic was emanating everywhere, avoiding strange witchcraft runes, and soon came to the entrance of the second floor.

Without hesitation, Sparra turned to the hallway to the right, crawling down the red-painted wooden floor toward the end. As it crawls, its hair mimics that of a chameleon, and with its tiny size, the chances of enemies being able to spot it are extremely low.

There are five rooms scattered in the corridor on the right, and at the door of one of them lies an extraordinarily large multi-eyed monster, meticulously guarding it.

The Sawy is a type of witchcraft concocted by wizards based on the Eye Demon. They had a stocky, meaty body, with more than a dozen fleshy tentacles the size of an arm's sticking out of their bodies, and strange eyes opened at the end of the tentacles.

They can also shoot multi-attribute magic rays and strange cursed auras from more than a dozen eye stalks, just like the Eye Demon. In addition, their eye stems are covered with a layer of fine scale armor, which is tough and flexible, and is more than enough to act as a long whip in close combat.

The only drawback of this witchcraft is probably that its legs and feet are too short, and its movement speed is outrageously slow. As a result, most wizards use them as fixed-point watchdogs.

At this time, the multi-eyed monster was also lying on the floor resting boredly, only three of the twelve eye stalks on the upper end of the body were raised high, constantly scanning the entire corridor, and the rest were also drooping, looking listless.

And in the wooden door behind it, two clouds of life breath that were not strong could be vaguely perceived. One of them is an ordinary person, and the other has hidden elemental fluctuations on his body, and seems to be a low-level wizard.

After all, this is not a wizard's tower, and the wooden door is just an ordinary wooden door, which has no function of isolating the perception of the outside world. Otherwise, Spara would not have been able to perceive the information in the room so easily.

This is probably where Antonel was held!

Sparra didn't dare approach the multi-eyed monster.

She knew very well that the eyeballs at the end of the multi-eyed monster stalk also had the ability to see through invisibility and elemental perception. Fortunately, he used Transfiguration and Mimic Color, so he didn't produce additional magic fluctuations, otherwise, the moment he stepped into the corridor, he would probably be perceived by the other party.

Sparra curled up in the bump of the stone wall at the corner of the corridor, and began to carefully exude a peculiar aura with the help of shadows.

Ambition calls!

This is a druid's unique ability to inspire animals.

However, most druids use it to summon animal companions, and there is no other way like Sparra to use it to lure critters.

A moment later, a strange sound suddenly came from another dark corner of the corridor.

A small mouse with a thin beard poked its nose out of the darkness, sniffing softly in the air. And its appearance naturally attracted the attention of the multi-eyed monster.

Spalla was able to disguise her body and dispel her breath with the help of Transfiguration and mimicry, but this ordinary rat did not. And no matter how small its movement is, it is as dazzling as the sun in the dark night in front of the multi-eyed monster with second-order strength.

The stalks hanging down at his side couldn't help but rise slowly, and the stalks that were already tall turned around and stared at the little guy who hesitated between darkness and light.

Although it could smell the strange appeal that made it restless, the gray mouse could also sense the terrifying danger beyond the darkness.

Since a group of strange humans moved into this small building, all the gray rats have been terrified and hid back in their nests, afraid to come out to forage for food, and dare not come out to move. This pain had been going on for seven days, and they were all hungry, but they still did not dare to step out of the nest.

They can sense that there is a terrible aura of death outside, and a strong instinct of danger suppresses their instinctive impulses, which has allowed them to survive to this day.

But now, when that strange inspiring power appeared, the gray mouse finally couldn't help it. It crept out of its nest and into a once familiar space. With one more step forward, it left the darkness and entered the dim flames.

And here it hesitates, it hesitates......

One foot is life, the other is death, and its inferior IQ obviously can't think about such complex feelings.

Finally, unable to suppress the restlessness in his heart, the gray mouse rushed out of the black shadow!