Metamorphosis, Section 4

At noon, in the underground cellar of a tavern in Mosar.

When Raylet's death was conveyed along the bloodline that was unique to vampires, the vampire Alva almost lost control and let out a sharp, piercing scream.

Raylet, dead!

The one who always quarreled with herself, and who didn't change her personality even after being transformed into a descendant, died!

She died a painful death.

She was pierced by a long sword that burned with the flames of the sun.

Her blood was evaporated, and her soul was burned in the blazing flames!

"Alva?"

Before the vampire could erupt, a voice stopped her.

"Pay attention to the occasion. ”

"Whew~" Alva took a deep breath, and his golden pupils gradually dimmed.

"Something happened, one of my descendants just died. ”

"It's special, like that Hruga?"

"No, she knows very little. She shook her head and took a light breath to calm herself. "Just an ordinary descendant. Not as critical as Hruga...... Although it is useless now. ”

"Very well," replied his companion with waist-length brown hair, "and even if there is anything, you must be patient and wait until the end of the night." ”

"It's not human, Simmora. ”

"We're not [people]. Her companion snapped his teeth slightly, a pair of sharp fangs reflecting a faint glow of blood. "We are vampires, evil spirits that suck human blood. ”

"Oh, why do you say it so ugly. I think the name Bloodline is pretty good. ”

"Be careful, that Lord may send you to Falkreth to take care of the skeletons. In that person's eyes, we inferior species are not worthy of the title of Bloodline. ”

"It's a big resentment. Alva pursed his lips. "I'm so angry, but I still want to put on a look of indifference. Aren't you tired?"

She stood on tiptoe and lifted the lid of the wine storage tank, a thick mist that made her frown.

"I don't like this fog. She snorted. "It's muddy, it's sour, and it's slimy...... It's just terrible. ”

"If you don't like this grade of wine, just say it, anyway, you don't need to drink it. Simora glanced at her and pulled a delicate vial out of her pocket. The mouth of the bottle tilts above the storage tank, and a drop of transparent liquid falls silently.

'Drip-'

"Ah, I didn't think we would be reduced to doing such an errand. The last time I did this kind of chores was forty years ago...... By the time this night is over, I'll have to burn all of Movas's precious shoes. ”

"Then he'll fight with you. Simora put away the vial and closed the lid of the tank. "And it's none of Movas's business. He's not doing any easier work than we are. ”

"Yes, yes, one qiē for the glory of Valhac. Alva shook his head slightly. "What the hell do you think this thing is? Even if it's poisonous, it's obviously much better in a water source than in a wine barrel. And in order to ensure the success rate, we also deliberately let the two of us act together. I remember the last time we worked together we dealt with a monster like the Archaeopteryx. ”

She shuddered a little as she thought of the slippery, black creatures of the northern swamps.

It was a fierce battle, and they almost lost their lives in order to obtain the precious bloodline of the ancient beasts. Although they finally killed the mother snake on a full moon night, many of them escaped, and still wreak havoc in the veins around Mossar—of course none of their business.

"This kind of task of poisoning the tavern can be stuffed with any newcomer. ”

"Who knows. Simora replied flatly. "We just have to do our own thing, and we don't have to think too much about the rest. As for this medicine......"

"From my knowledge of alchemy, this potion is not complete. It should be mixed with another medicine to be effective. Until then, it's as harmless as plain water. I tried to piece together a recipe based on the properties of the smell, but the most threatening effect of the formula was to make you sleepy for a few hours...... I don't understand. ”

"If you can't figure it out, you don't have to think about it. You said it yourself. Alva spread his hands.

"You're right," Simora raised her eyebrows slightly. "We have a lot of work to do, and we have a lot of places to go. ”

"There is no objection. Stayed here for so long......" Alva tilted his head, a gleam of blood flashing in his eyes covered by the mask of mortality. "Don't you think the air here is a little muddy?"

"That's right. Simora nodded. She raised her hand and made a gesture as if to dispel the turbid air in front of her. And then......

"Raven Feather. ”

A black shadow exploded at her cuffs. Split, spread, and in an instant turned into hundreds of pitch-black crow feathers. They writhed as if they were living creatures, arcing through the air and stabbing sharply at somewhere in the cellar!

'Squeak-'

There was a low scream from the corner of the cellar, as if some critter had been killed. A thin mist of blood dispersed, and the air was stained with a very light, very light crimson.

"A mouse. Simora tilted her head slightly. "What do you think is the chance of a rat stealing wine in the underground cellar of the rising moon?"

"I don't think so. Alva drew the flaming sword from its scabbard, its seaweed-twisted blade reflecting a faint blue light. The blade of the sword was immediately covered with a layer of reddish-black mist.

This is the negative energy, the power of death that can consume life.

The next moment, the dozens of pitch-black crow's tail feathers exploded violently, each feather turning into a mass of black substance that quickly swept along the floor and walls of the wine cellar. Countless delicate and tight black ripples cover every corner of the wine cellar, and any living creature hidden here will be hidden!

On the wall on the right, a vague figure suddenly appeared.

"Found you!" Simmora raised her hand and threw a ball of dark energy. With just one blow, the figure was blown to pieces!

Fragmented?

What is shattered is just a shadow.

Alvar took a sharp step forward, slashing down with a sharp vertical slash. With the vampire's strong physique, her arm strength is far stronger than her appearance. Even at noon, the sword was unmatchedly fierce and violent!

If you hit it head-on, you might be able to cut a rhinoceros in half from the horns to the tail very neatly. Not only that, but the death energy attached to the blade will also erode the shell of the living thing, and even if it doesn't die, it will be destroyed by this rich negative energy!

However, there was no slash.

No, it's not so much a hollow as an invisible cobweb. The flame-shaped sword entwined with black mist was only a third of the way out before it was trapped by the invisible net, and some parts of the blade even burst out tiny sparks!

But it was only for a moment.

'Boom!'

As if the strings had snapped, a sharp trill suddenly erupted in the air. The air in front of the vampires suddenly twisted, and more than a dozen invisible wave blades slashed out, drawing an extremely thin pale trajectory in the air, completely encircling the two vampires!

"Stop!"

A dark shield suddenly opened, and in the blink of an eye, it was shredded into pieces. And then there's the second, and then there's the third. This invisible wave blade seemed to have a strong restraining effect on spells, and in an instant, five layers of shields were slashed into pieces!

But Simmora's shield has six layers.

"Not a spell?" the vampire frowned slightly, and a dense cloud of thunder light quickly formed, and then pushed forward-

- "Thunderstorm." ”

The pale blue thunder raged, and in an instant, this small underground cellar was completely destroyed by this powerful magical energy! A loud rumbling sound spread from the ground to the ground, and the noon Mosal Tavern was filled with panicked screams and shouts!

In the underground cellar, it was like a typhoon passing through.

"He ran away. Simora lifted her shield, her eyes sweeping over the chaotic tavern.

Not a drop of human blood, not a trace of it, not a breath - the other party sneaked into the cellar of the tavern while they were not looking, played them all over, and left unharmed with the information.

"Him?"

"Maybe it's 'her'. Simora shook her head. "There is no shadow in the vision of life, and the same is true in the vision of the revenant. Whether it's height, body type, gender, race, it's all a mystery. The only thing that can be determined is that the opponent should be using a wire string weapon similar to steel wire, and it is enchanted, or has a demon-breaking effect. ”

"Sounds like a dark brother. ”

"It is not ruled out that it is misleading, but it is very likely. Probably because the two of us appeared together, so we were noticed. ”

"You feel like you're shirking your responsibility. Alva shrugged. "It's all Movas' fault?"

"I don't deny it. Simora glanced at her. "But if the news spreads, then it's all the responsibility of the two of us. ”

Alva pouted.

"I don't want to be sent to the East to sell Skuma. ”

"I don't want to. ”

"So what? continue to waste time here?"

"No, we're going to trouble the Brotherhood. I know they have a stronghold in the aristocratic district of Mosal - I remember there was a Nightshade Garden nearby, and they have been doing it lately, so there must be someone there. Simora replied. "It's not good to run errands during the day, but it should be appropriate to go to the Brotherhood during the day. ”

"Makes sense. Alva nodded. "So poison ...... What about the medicine?"

"According to what you said before, you can just find a new recruit for this kind of trivial matter. ”

"Hey, don't put the blame on me!"

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PS: The timeline has been moved forward by another two hours, I don't know how effective this writing technique is......

PS2: Actually, I was planning to open a new pit, and Simola is the heroine of the new pit...... Well, no more pits.