Loren had doubted many times, but never figured out how Will Cena had found his whereabouts again and again, and how had he disappeared?

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So he can conclude that the other party is using absolutely unconventional means.

"Then it occurred to me that you and I had mentioned that you were curious about magic - but how did you come into contact with magic when the Deepwoodburg had been hostile to the Duke for many years, and that the wizards of Wimpal could not have served the Deepwood?"

"Finally, it's the way I found out that you're sneaking around and spying on me, and I seem to have seen it somewhere. The black-haired wizard raised an eyebrow and said in a funny tone, "Forgive me for your daring guess, your mentor...... It can't be a guy named Karan, right?"

Will Senna's face finally showed panic, which confirmed Loren's speculation.

In the dead silence of the castle hall, Will Senna, whose face was covered in cold sweat, trembled and fell backwards step by step until his back hit the door. Dressed in wizard's robes and holding a wand, Loren tore out a long shadow in the moonlight, shrouding him in pitch black shadows.

"Heheheha......ha

Will, in fear, laughed maniacally, laughing so happily that it was almost as if he was hiding the fear in his heart.

"After all this nonsense, what can you change?!" The crazy Will stared at Loren: "You think you can just hold me back?

"Those were all the elites of the Senna family just now, but they didn't have bullshit titles! no matter where our Count was hiding, they could pull him out and cut off his head!"

"Thank you and Leuven, those stubborn nobles have all been devastated and have helped me clear many obstacles - when the Senna family regains control of the Deep Wood Castle, we will be stronger than ever!"

Panting heavily, Will Senna, who was covered in cold sweat, was extremely excited: "Didn't the Earl ask me what I wanted? This is what I want, and I am the rightful Earl of Deep Woodburg!"

Looking at the ugly look on the other side, the distorted appearance, the black-haired wizard only responded with a long sigh, and he didn't even have the desire to do it.

Forget it, let's let him despair as soon as possible, it's almost dawn.

"Have you forgotten something?" asked Loren in a low voice, gently tugging at the hood above his head, "Since I even know the steps of your plan, how can I not be prepared?"

Will jerked his head up, his forehead showing a bruise.

"A quarter of an hour, or a quarter of an hour? Sighing, Loren asked, "How much time do you think they can last?"

.................. It's still a silent corridor, and it's still a female elf standing in the center, armed with a spear.

The only difference was the blood under her feet, the two corpses lying on the ground, their chests still spurting blood and convulsions, and the "refugees" who cowered at the end of the corridor, never daring to step forward.

Throughout, the elves have always kept their promise with Loren - to guard this corridor and never let anyone pass through it.

So as long as the person on the other side didn't rush up, Leah never had any willingness to take the initiative to step forward. Stand still the whole time, and only when approached, will he wave the spear in his hand.

There is no hatred between herself and these people, as long as they are afraid, the female elf thought and gently shook off the blood stains on the tip of the spear.

"Run away, this is not the place to be. Liya scared the other party as much as she could: "Even if you go together, you are not my opponents, if you don't want to die, leave this castle quickly!"

But unfortunately, she still seriously underestimated the "persistence" of some people, as well as the intelligence that is infinitely close to zero.

"What, this guy is a woman?!"

"Anything, dare to underestimate us!"

"Kill this bitch and get revenge on the two unlucky ones!"

Crossbows and arrows like locusts flew in, and tall and slender figures leaped up in mid-air, drawing a strange arc. In the eyes of the privates, it was as if the figure had disappeared.

The ghostly Leah had already jumped in front of the opponent and jerked out her spear from the opponent's chest. The barrel of the gun flicked back, splashing ink on the wall, leaving a string of red.

Before the blood-spurting corpse had fallen, the elf had already flipped over his head. With a flick of his wrist, the tip of the silver spear slashed in a circle, and the private soldiers standing on either side had their throats slit before they could draw their long swords.

The fourth man standing in the back finally drew his weapon and screamed and pounced. The elf with the spear tucked behind her and dodged the slash as if she were strolling around.

And the other party has no second chance to wield. Leah, who had taken two steps away, propped herself up on one foot, and the spear stabbed him in the jaw from the bottom up.

The private soldier who wanted to open his mouth trembled, and he didn't even see the other party's figure clearly, and the plasma spurting out of the wound had already deprived him of consciousness.

Gently raising the tip of the spear, aiming at the private soldiers who were still stunned, the female elf's voice was still calm as if she was talking about a very ordinary thing:

"Who's next?"

The Senna soldiers, clenching their weapons, trembled, but the target was already in sight, and soon another unwilling guy stepped forward:

"What are you doing in a daze? This bitch is alone! Why don't you hurry up ......?"

Before he could finish speaking, a silver light greeted him. The soldier in front of him was pierced in the head with a throwing gun, and his blood-spurting body convulsed and fell to the ground. The severed head was nailed to the wall behind it, along with the barrel of the gun.

"Who's next?"

It was still so calm that there were no waves, and the tip of the gun was dripping blood.

"Run-!!!"

I don't know which frightened soldier shouted first, but in the blink of an eye, there was no one in the hallway—only warm corpses on the ground, and blood stained the floor red.

The female elf who retracted the spear was about to turn back, but suddenly stopped, her pointed ears trembled slightly, and her face was full of doubt.

The deserters shouldn't have left yet, why can't you hear their footsteps?

Not only that, but even the number of people who appeared in front of him did not match what he had noticed at the beginning, and he should not even hear the footsteps wrong, at least about a quarter less.

Could it be that besides himself, the wizard also left other manpower and traps in the castle?

"Loren Turin, what a cunning fellow. Blinking, Leah muttered to herself, "I don't believe he's right." ”

As she spoke, the female elf also showed a very confident expression and nodded to herself.

"Alas...... Poor Loren Turin was disgusted again. ”

The corners of the young man's mouth in the shadows were slightly upturned, his right hand supported his crooked head, and the scarlet pupils reflected the panicked soldiers who were fleeing in all directions.

It was sad that he had never realized that the person he trusted the most was the lovely Asrael. I've helped him so many times, but I haven't even said a word of thanks. ”

The young man muttered, as if complaining, his bright red eyes never left the soldiers, the tip of his tongue gently licked his pale lips, and he already felt his hungry throat twitch slightly.

This is also one of the disadvantages of being a vampire, even if you don't need to, the body will naturally produce corresponding desires.

"But that's one of the joys of being alive. Asriel chuckled, for a once completely insubstantial person, whether it was pain or hunger, there was an incomparable freshness.

"Although he is always complained, who makes dear Loren Turin Asriel's only friend? ”

Dressed in a small red and black dress, a young man with white and blond hair suddenly appeared on the path of the deserters, with his hands behind his back, like a competent butler, with impeccable etiquette, to greet the visiting "guests".

"Thank you for coming, and get ready to enjoy Asrael's hospitality!"