"It's not the time for demon hunters. A blood clan sneered, "See, even if it is a demon hunt, you human demon hunting knights now only dare to hide their whereabouts secretly when night falls, and after completing their duties, they don't dare to stay and flee the scene directly."

Tens of thousands of years ago, when the Demon Hunter knights killed our ancestors, they would carry the corpses and parade the city, proclaiming their strength and achievements to all humans, but they would not be so low-key. ”

"Times have changed. ”

"The glory of the Demon Hunter is gone, and it was cut off by your own hands. ”

"Speaking of which, you Terrans are ridiculous!"

......

Fighting against the six gold-level paladins were eight dark races, exactly four bloods and four werewolves, and at this time they were taunting each other and engaged in verbal exchanges. When fighting, language is also a very effective way to attack.

Six paladins and eight gold-level dark creatures fought back and forth, and the villas and manor buildings below were shattered into ruins by the aftermath of the battle in an instant.

And what supports these six paladins is the greater number of priests behind them.

Gold-level priests, one or even two people staring at a paladin, the magic is thrown out as if he doesn't want money, not only blessing the paladin with the amplification magic technique, but also launching attack magic from time to time, interfering with the attack of the blood clan and werewolves, and milking the paladin from time to time.

This kind of battle made the eight werewolves and the blood clan feel aggrieved, among which the four werewolves with a short temper roared angrily, and one of them fell into a state of madness, and the already burly werewolf body swelled again and became more hideous.

"Aren't you afraid of luring the Demon Hunter Knight over with such presumptuousness?" asked the Paladin, who had stabbed a bloody hole in a gold-level werewolf with a single shot.

"It's too late for me to be able to attract it, how can I be afraid?" The werewolf who was poked out of a blood hole on his body didn't care, because of the golden physique and the racial bloodline bonus, this blood hole was healing with visible eyes, and what was really uncomfortable was the power of the holy light attached to the wound.

"Idiot!" Hearing the words of this golden werewolf, a vampire who took off his gray robe and wore a robe similar to a dress style couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

"You are bait!" Hearing the werewolf's words and seeing the reaction of the blood clan, a priest immediately frowned, and at the same time, a chill rose in his heart, being able to send eight gold-level dark races to let them voluntarily be bait, which could only be a higher-level existence in their clan.

Marquis-level bloodline, and high-ranking werewolves!

This kind of existence really came to Warianti, even if it was the cardinal archbishop stationed in the temple, he could only barely fight with the temple's divine array, and then he needed to ask for help from the temples in various parts of the Duchy of Baiye and gather a group of cardinal archbishops to expel him.

And the demon hunter knight who appeared in the city, he seemed to only have gold-level strength, far from growing up, and had the average strength of the knights at the peak of the soul intent of the demon hunting era, reaching the standard of being able to suppress one side.

The Marquis of Mandosa, who he killed, relied on the crooked and evil methods of degenerating into monsters, and mixed into the soul intent level, and the gold content was too low. If it is really a marquis-level blood clan and a high-ranking werewolf, then, this demon hunter knight ...... It doesn't seem to be in any danger, the Church of Dawn has invited a golden dragon to come and sit in the town.

"What about saying it?" Hearing the Blood's shouting, the werewolf looked back, not caring at all about the knight's sword that had been stabbed into his stomach, revealing its snow-white wolf teeth at him.

"Do you think the Demon Hunter is a soft ass like you, who is neither male nor female?" The werewolf who was scolded as an idiot looked at the bloodline who had just scolded him with undisguised disgust and disdain, his slender figure and his handsome face that would make a woman jealous.

"I don't know what the so-called black-haired earth dog!" Hearing the werewolf's insulting words, the neutral-looking bloodthirsty red eyes burst out, and the long sword in his hand that seemed to be more decorative than practical deflected, as if he wanted to cut the werewolf.

And the roaring werewolves who heard the abusive words of the earth dog all deceived their eyes, staring at the blood clan with an angry face, grinning their teeth, and making no secret of their naked killing intent.

Seeing the blood clan and werewolves who were about to fight, the six paladins who were entangled with them in close combat quickly retreated very tacitly, leaving two dark races with an increasingly strong smell of gunpowder to confront each other.

"Sigh!" At that moment, the sound of a war horse resounded over the city, which had been completely covered in night.

"This voice!" When the sound of the horse's cry sounded, the six paladins and more than a dozen priests all showed a complicated look of surprise and worry on their faces, this voice, they had heard it last night. Right above the castle of the Marquis of Mandoza.

"Stampede ......" The sound of iron hooves stomping on the ground sounded, and then behind a Bloodborn, the space was broken, and a knight in red gold armor rode a steel war horse also covered in gold armor, and rushed out around the crimson flames.

The night sky was revealed, and in his hand, a flaming golden sword swung out, and a sword with a blazing heat flew out, slashing at the four blood clans in front of him at the same time.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!" The moment they heard the sound of horses' hooves, the four bloods all turned into four clouds of blood mist without hesitation. They didn't try to see if the Demon Hunter had the terrifying idea of what the legend suggests.

The remains of the dismembered soul-level monsters on the ruins of the Marquis of Mandoza's castle have already explained everything.

Therefore, at the moment when the demon hunter knight appeared and swung his sword, the four blood clans suddenly used their bat transformation skills, turned into blood mist, condensed into bats, and fled in all directions, in a vain attempt to avoid the sudden appearance of the knight to swing the edge of this sword.

"Demon Hunter Knight! Roar!" Seeing the Demon Hunter on a golden war horse suddenly appear, the one of the four werewolves who went crazy let out an excited roar, and then rushed towards the knight riding the war horse, "I'm going to tear you alive." ”

......Under the sword swing of the demon hunter who suddenly appeared, the four mid-level blood clans who used the bat-turning skill to flee in all directions turned into bats, and a small half of them were swept by the sword on the spot, turning into blood mist, and then burned by the scorching sword.

And after the sword slashed a small half of the bat swarm, it castrated unabated, and landed on the manor that had been beaten into ruins, leaving a burning sword mark on the ground that was already full of potholes.

The bats squeaked, and then landed not far away and re-transformed into four slightly embarrassed Bloodclan figures, the previous elegance no longer existed, and the tattered robes and pale faces looked very embarrassed.

"How dare you show up. ”

"You can inform Lord Marquis André to do it. ”

"Wait, didn't you notice the way he just appeared?"

"Shuttle space. ”

"He hasn't advanced to the Legend yet, and he's not a mage, so how can he get this ability. ”

"It's the ability of his mount. I've read in the texts that every demon hunter has an immortal mount, and the horse under his crotch may have existed in the ancient demon hunting era, and I've seen the portrait of it. ”