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This is a temporary outpost set up by the Brotherhood of Steel to monitor external changes, based on the original city wall watchtower, many obstacles have been erected to make the surrounding undead unable to approach, and six people are generally arranged in the watchtower, and they are on duty in pairs in turns.

At this time, two men were on duty on the watchtower, both of them were not very old, one was looking out with a telescope in his hand, and the other was writing something on a piece of parchment.

"At the current rate, I'm afraid we'll be here in the evening."

The gray-haired boy with the binoculars said worriedly.

"Evan and Turner have gone to the headquarters to report, we just have to wait for the orders from the headquarters."

The blonde boy who was in charge of recording daily affairs on the side said without raising his head.

"Moulton, I know, but the response from headquarters is too slow, and Evan and they haven't returned, I always feel unsure."

"Don't worry, Alexander. You and I both know the situation in the city, there is nothing to worry about, I am afraid that there are other important things at the headquarters, so it is delayed. ”

"If we don't reply by noon, I suggest we all evacuate."

Alexander put down his binoculars, took out a pocket watch from his clothes, and said.

"Well, of course we can move freely without orders. To be honest, I don't want to fight that monster, it's not a level at all, so let's let the golem go. ”

Morton said as he put away the parchment sheepishly.

"yes, I don't know where that monster came from?"

Alexander and Morton looked at each other, worries about the future flashing in their eyes.

As the monsters outside the city got closer and closer to Silver City, its full picture was revealed to everyone.

The monster was ridiculously large, like a walking hill, vaguely humanoid, but with a very small head, a huge body with long, thick arms hanging on the ground, and legs supporting the body like two pillars. The monster was covered in filth, rotting plants and soil, and there were plenty of cavities on it, and it was pitch black inside, so you couldn't see what was going on inside. It also has countless broken tombstones, wood, stone, and metal scattered on its torso, as if it were growing on its body. It's like a moving hill of graves, and it feels very ominous.

If Alexander could see this monster up close, he would be terrified. The hollow inside of its body is home to a large number of undead creatures, ghouls, living corpses, demons, ghosts, wraiths, and many strange creatures that cannot be named, all of which are as ignorant of the outside world as if they were hibernating, but judging by their occasional stretching, it is clear that they are not dead corpses. This massive monster is like a moving fortress, carrying countless undead creatures, and vast amounts of negative energy are accumulating in its body waiting to explode.

However, there is a luxurious suite on this monster that cannot be detected by the naked eye, and it is as alien to the real world as if it exists in another dimensional world. The interior is well-equipped, the overall design is very luxurious, and there are two people playing chess in the bright hall.

One of them was dressed in a strange black outfit that looked slim and beautiful, and a white shirt with an open neckline. He was slender and slightly tall, with long silver-gray hair naturally draped over his shoulders, scarlet eyes staring closely at the chessboard, and his appearance was very handsome, but from time to time he would exude the air of a wolf-like predator. His skin was fair, as if he hadn't seen the sun for a long time, and his ears were long and pointed, and his hair couldn't cover them.

The other was dressed only in a plain white robe, with no hair, a bright red tattoo on his bare head, and even more impressive was his skin, which was sickly milky white, and even his hair was pale white. His pale blue eyes stared indifferently at the chessboard, and he sat expressionlessly in his chair like a plaster statue.

"General, Nehemeay, you have lost again."

"Neham, you're the one who is the best."

With a wave of his hand, the handsome man known as Neham flew up to them with a bottle and two crystal cups, and he poured himself a glass of red wine like blood.

"You really don't taste it? It's a rare wine that will definitely leave you with a lot of memories. ”

Neham gestured with a toast.

"Sorry, I don't drink."

Nehemiah said with a smile.

"It's a pity, is every pastor as pure-hearted as you?"

Not really, it depends on the doctrine of each church. I don't drink alcohol just because of personal reasons, I'm allergic to alcohol. ”

"Isn't magic enough to solve this little allergy?"

"Of course, divine magic must be used on the blade, how can it be used on such a trivial matter."

Neam shook his head and said to Nehemia.

"So you really don't enjoy life, and without wine, the good things in life are halved. Perhaps this is the helplessness of the short-lived race, but the limited life has to carry infinite ambitions. ”

"It's strange to be persuaded by vampires to enjoy life, and I think the vampire race is very interesting, so you don't mind if I talk about some of my opinions?"

Curious about Nehemeyah's opinion, Neham drank the wine from his glass and leaned forward to say to Nehemeay.

"Of course I don't mind, I'd love to know what a pastor who has mastered life and death thinks of me?"

"Don't dare to be, then I'll tell you what I think."

Nehmeyah said as he reset the pieces on the board.

"Vampires are undead, but unlike other undead, you're more like a living group. Not only do you have your own culture, customs, and history, but you are also keen on better material and spiritual comforts, just like the clothes you are wearing now, which are obviously modified mage robes, to make them more aesthetically pleasing with less utility, which is absolutely impossible in human society, after all, most humans are pragmatists. ”

"It seems to me that vampires are more of a parasitic species, and you prefer to prey rather than produce. Not only can you transform any living creature into a vampire, but you can also draw on the superior skills and techniques of that species, as well as the culture and customs of that species, your culture is so inclusive, and your race is diverse, I wonder what is it that brings you together across races and customs? ”

After listening to Nehmea's words, Neham couldn't help but applaud.

"Wonderful, indeed very interesting view. As for your question, I think it's because we're all predators, hunters of this vast world. ”

"I see, a sense of collective honor or identity. We should be almost to the Silver City, right? ”

"That's right, it's almost here, let's go outside and get some air."

Neam and Nehemiah stepped out of the room, through a transparent barrier, and the two of them reached the left shoulder of the giant monster.

"I really don't understand why mages would invent so many spells, well, spells that have no actual combat value, such as this magic mansion."

"There's nothing that can't be done with spells, and the only thing that restricts a mage is imagination, so to understand what a mage does, I sometimes have a headache for those non-mainstream spells,"

Neham said with a wry smile.

"Obviously, with the strength of the two of us, we can easily deal with these people, why do you have to send the giant tomb demon over, isn't this your new toy, and you are willing to let it out?"

Nehmeyah asked.

"So I want to take this opportunity to test its actual combat ability, not afraid of 10,000, just in case, I will always be fully prepared for things."

"Then why don't we just teleport or fly over, although the movement speed of the Giant Grave Demon is not slow, there is no need to waste time."

"Haha, don't worry, it won't affect the transaction between us. And how can I let the guests do it, I am enough alone, the giant grave demon is just here to collect the undead, and destroy the city by the way. ”

The two were talking, when suddenly a pillar of light appeared in the Silver City, and under the influence of the pillar of light, the dark cloud was slowly dispersed, and a ray of sunlight projected in like a miracle.

"It seems that there have been some accidents, and I hope that the trade between us will not be affected, you must know that it is not easy to gather five thousand slaves in this situation."

Nehemiah squinted at the pillar of light in the distance.

"That's true, I'll go and see what happens. All you have to do is wait here, and I'll pick up the goods in a moment. When you see it, we can hand it over, I've been looking forward to those slaves for a long time. ”

The corners of Neham's mouth twitched, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared. He took several pieces of equipment from the void and placed them on his body, the most notable of which was a small incense burner around his neck. The incense burner was a perforated ball of iron suspended from a chain made of precious stones, on which countless tadpole-like sacred runes were engraved, and a faint mist wafted from it.

With a thought, Neam transformed into a bat and flew quickly towards Silver City.

Neham soon saw the makeshift guard of the Brotherhood of Steel, and he flew into the tower where the two men were guarded, and while the two of them were not looking, he turned back to his original form, grabbed the boy who was writing with his head bowed, and opened his mouth to bite the boy's neck.

"Ahh

Morton howled in pain, feeling himself weaker and weaker, and soon he could no longer speak.

"Let him go, you monster!"

Alexander drew his sword and stepped forward to rescue Moulton.

Neam looked up and stared at Alexander with his eyes.

Alexander suddenly felt his head dizzy, and his attention was completely absorbed by Neam's eyes, as if caught in a whirlpool, and gradually lost consciousness.

Neam lowered the dead Morton in his arms to the ground and asked Alexander, who was standing on his feet.

"Where did the pillar of light appear?"

"It's near the central square, master."

Alexander said as stiffly as a puppet.

"Very well, do you have anyone else here?"

"There are two more people resting."

"You go and kill them, and then kill yourself, do it cleanly."

"Yes, master."

Neam wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said meaningfully.

"It's fresh, but the taste is average, and I hope the people in the central square can surprise me."