"Ahhh......h Lord Heath, don't you want to do this, okay?"

"Say anything, let you drink it!"

"Yes...... But ......" Jean was so anxious that he was about to cry. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In front of him was ...... A glass of red liquid that has been processed by the Heath.

"Let me tell you, if you want to become stronger, you have to knock the medicine!"

"What a way to become stronger!" the dark elf complained.

"Cut! It's not the time when krypton can defy the sky, knock the medicine...... The only way to do it is to knock the medicine, give me a drink!" Heath slammed the table and said loudly.

"Yes...... But...... It's ......."

"What's wrong with my body fluids? It's not urine!"

The young lady had no idea what she was saying.

"But saliva or something......" Jean squirmed like a little woman, "isn't that an indirect kiss?"

"Hah?!Since you know, you can give me a drink of gratitude!" Heath was still quite shy despite saying that.

Because she needed snake saliva to make this potion, and the materials she was carrying didn't have it, so she had to use her own saliva.

And because of the poison, Hiss also deliberately diluted nearly one ten-millionth before daring to enter the medicine.

Otherwise, Jean would have been poisoned on the spot.

"Uh-huh............ Mean" Finally, Jean pinched his nose and drank.

Then he showed a painful expression that made both the dark elves and the Heath cute.

Among them, the dark elf hugged it directly, and muttered words such as "so cute" and "I want to eat it".

After Hiss reacted, he nodded in satisfaction.

Then she continued to pay attention to her dependents.

Seriously, the aborigines weren't pure-blooded humans, but a hybrid of a creature named Mandragher and the original human race.

This kind of mixed blood seems very thin now, and one or two or three percent of it can almost burn high incense.

To Hiss's surprise, that [Mandrag] was also an ancient monster, and the level was second only to Takarona, and it was a particularly warlike monster.

And the name of that village is also Mandragh Village.

Well...... This can be, very Mandrag, the folk customs are simple Mandragon village.

The Hiss already intended to imprint the concepts and spirits of blood and dark souls into their development.

But the soul or something...... It's better to change the settings slightly, and you can't copy them all.

"Lord Heath, what the hell is this......" After eating three candies, Jean barely managed to relieve the strange taste of autumn jam in his mouth.

Once you drink that thing, you feel like you're going to heaven.

Well, I'm talking about warping, not orgasms.

"I'm going to create a new vampire, the True Ancestor. Heath said solemnly.

Ahh

"True Ancestor?" the Dark Elf and Jean were stunned for a moment.

"Could it be that he is a vampire ancestor, but no matter how mutated the blood in his body is, it always originates from the ancestor, how can he 'stand on his own'. "The Dark Elves clearly don't believe it.

"No, the Vampire True Ancestor...... No, that's not a vampire anymore, that kind of creature is a concept that only exists in other worlds, but it's just classified into the vampire category. ”

"Clams—?"

"True Ancestor, a special existence among the vampire species, close to the elf in nature...... No, it's pretty much the same to say it's a god. ”

"There is no need to suck blood, not afraid of the sun, not afraid of the sun, not afraid of running water and holy weapons, even if the heart and brain are destroyed, they can be resurrected, as long as there is still a drop of blood. ”

"And with the same power, even surpassing the ancestor, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a vampire god. ”

"That'...... Does that creature really exist?" the dark elf said, somewhat dismayed.

"If it doesn't exist, then why am I saying this? Also, the True Ancestor of other worlds can even make the entire moon fall, do you say it's strong?"

"............" The two of them were stunned when they heard this.

"Let the moon go down......?

"Lord Hiss, that's not a vampire anymore...... It's God. ”

"Oops...... You guys, I said it's other worlds, this one doesn't exist, that's why I want to create one!" said Heath.

"Wait!According to Lord Hiss's logic, Lord Hiss is not going to create a god!?"

"Clam, what kind of god do I have nothing to do when I'm idle? I said that I am the true ancestor, and your concept of God is too vague, right?" and then there was a burst of brainwashing.

Hiss directly told the two of them about the theory of the box court.

As a result, the two of them suffered a huge impact on their three views, and they only recovered after returning to the boat and landing on the shore.

And the fear of Hiss grew (are you sure?).

"Anyway, where are we now?" Hiss asked, looking at the endless wasteland in front of him, to the dark elves beside him.

"Lord Hiss, how did you sail the ship?" the dark elf glanced at Hiss.

"Eh, why do you ask?" Hiss was a little confused.

"This is the wasteland where the orcs of the north are concentrated!!, ah!!!hhh

"Wow, ah............" was bombarded by the Dark Elves ultrasound, and Hiss covered his ears in pain.

"It's not my fault, it's the map......"

"Even if you don't have a map, just drive north...... You don't seem to have turned a corner, did you? How could you just go around the mainland and run to the north?!!!

This TM is even more terrible than metaphysics!

At first, she thought that Heath's sailing skills were unparalleled in the world, but without the map, she would be like a headless fly.

There is no one who can sail like this.

"What should we do now, Lord Heath?" asked Jean as he stepped forward.

"Uh...... Let's go south. Hiss scratched his head and took the [Pathfinder] destroyer on the shore into space.

"Lord Hiss, you can't be a road idiot, are you?" the dark elf asked suspiciously.

"How is it possible!, I won't get lost at all when I run from the southern countries to the Holy King's Empire, I just go back from the orc wasteland......" Hiss's voice became weaker and weaker as he spoke.

"What's the matter? It's just a return from the Orc Wasteland? Lord Hiss, if we want to cross the wasteland, we'll have to pass through [Rumbling Rekjavik Castle]! Do you think the Orc King will let us go?"

"............" Hiss was momentarily stunned.

"Isn't it soft enough?"

"No, that orc king is not even a bird of the demon king, relying on the demon king to fight here, he has been sneering at us demons, resulting in the orcs have always had a contemptuous attitude towards our demons. The dark elf said through gritted teeth.

"It's a guy who keeps dying and won't die. Heath suddenly realized.

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