The elves produce handsome men and beautiful women.

The blood clan also produces handsome men and beautiful women.

The positive energy of the elves, most of the elves have no quarrel with the world, and they can live a beautiful day by appreciating the sun, the moon, the flowers and the grass.

Not only do the blood clans want to suck people's blood, but most of the blood clans have a very ruthless personality, killing people and setting fires are common, and there are a lot of conspiracies and tricks.

As long as it is an intelligent creature, it always appreciates harmless beauty.

So...... Even though the two sides are similar in appearance, the title of the first beauty race still falls on the elf race.

When a woman has a cold face, coupled with that cold temperament, she looks like a poisonous scorpion.

The man's eyes are slender, his pupils are small, and they are white, and he looks like snake pupils.

The two stood facing each other, quite a sense of fit with an adulterer.

After all, the temperament is too similar.

But the woman in the red dress spoke, her tone cold: "Edmund, what are you doing here?" ”

"Master Bruce asked me to see what it was that made you give up tracking Black Bone." The male vampire named Edmund cast a gloomy gaze on the masked bag, and he frowned: "What is this?" The magical creations you piled up? ”

Edmund withdrew his gaze and looked at the woman with some mockery, as if to say: How old are you, still playing the game of building castles out of mud?

The woman ignored his ridicule, but said coldly: "I am still working on the matter of black bones. ”

"Do you have a clue then?"

"No, you have?" The woman asked rhetorically.

The man's slightly twisted smile stopped, and he looked at the woman for a long time, then slashed at his right with a huge blade of wind with his backhand.

The dark black wind blade quickly sliced into the rock bag, leaving a long trail.

Edmund said coldly, "Don't think that Lord Bruce can afford you, you can ride on my head." Don't forget, Christina, you're just a third-generation vampire...... Wait a minute. ”

Edmund looked at the rock bag with some surprise, he knew how powerful he was with a Dark Wind Blade, and he didn't dare to say that every second, at least the power of being able to cut off a dozen of the best armors at the same time.

But now, what is the situation where cutting a big stone leaves only a shallow mark?

He jerked his head to look at Christina, "What is this?" ”

"I'm bored with a mound of dirt." Christina sneered: "If it's okay, I'm leaving, why don't you go with me?" ”

Edmund's gaze swept back between Christina and Iwabao a few times, then he shook his head and said, "No, I suddenly remembered something happy, you can go see Lord Bruce yourself." ”

Christina deliberately looked at the bag, then frowned again, and then turned into a ball of bats and flew away.

After Christina disappeared into the moonlight, Edmund looked at Iwabao with an eerie smile.

And in the rock bag, Roland's expression was a little helpless.

And this is also a relay race?

Because he couldn't hear what the other party was saying, Roland could only see the woman in the red dress smiling and having a friendly conversation with the black-haired man.

Then the man struck the wind blade on the rock bag, and then the woman left, and the man's eyes became strange.

Are the vampires carrying it with themselves?

What kind of hatred is this?

Edmund flapped his wings and flew around the rock pack.

Nightmare: He condensed a black ball of energy in his hand and smashed it at the rock bag.

The ball of energy flew down from it and smashed into the rock bag, and after a violent explosion, the rock bag was knocked out of a small smuggling pit about ten centimeters deep and twenty centimeters deep.

Well?

Edmund narrowed his eyes: "The hardness of this rock bag is a bit outrageous." ”

Then he chuckled, and he felt as if he had guessed the reason why Christina didn't chase the black bone.

There must be something of value in it, or something magical.

But Christina was not strong enough to open this rock bag.

She couldn't even explode her own dark lightning ball, how could she do it with that little strength.

But...... Only a reckless man would use violence to solve everything.

Smart people always have a better way.

Edmund approached the rock pack, and then his whole body turned into a black mist and began to seep into the rock bag.

This is a special skill of the blood clan, atomization, which can only be learned by some special blood clans, and belongs to a kind of innate magic.

Its biggest effect is to ignore pure physical attacks, and can penetrate physical obstacles, about a meter or so, and strong ones, such as teleportation, may be able to penetrate two meters.

The atomized Edmund passed through the black rock formation, and then the spirit sensed that there were more than a dozen humanoid creatures in front of him, and there were a large number of magic fluctuations on the humanoid creatures.

Mental 'vision' in the fogged state is somewhat similar to the principle of thermal imaging.

What a situation!

Before Edmund could react, the human with magic power rushed over.

A beam of lightning struck his 'body', and the intense pain in his soul made Edmund almost lose his soul.

A strong sense of crisis made Edmund turn around and run.

Under the fog, he immediately got out of the same way.

In less than a second, he squeezed out of the rock wall and re-transformed into human form.

"Damn it!"

Realizing that his soul had been slightly injured, Edmund was so angry that he wanted to go berserk.

Christina is setting a trap and deliberately luring herself into the bait, she wants to kill me?

The thought ran inexorably through Edmund's heart.

As he was thinking this, he suddenly saw a ring of rock walls in the rock pack begin to soften, and three seconds later a hole appeared.

Then a human with a magical blue light flashing all over his body and a whole body of magic equipment appeared there.

The kind of dress that looked like a magical nouveau riche made Edmund stunned.

The nouveau riche is dressed in a golden jade robe, which only makes people laugh.

But the magician's whole body is equipped with local tyrants, which will only make people feel their hearts and livers tremble.

Escape!

This was Edmund's first reaction, even he, a hundred and seventy-three-year-old blood clan, didn't have enough magic equipment.

And a human magician did.

No matter what the strength of this person is, it is not easy to mess with.

If you are strong, you can't afford to provoke it, and your strength is not strong...... With such a person dressed up, the strength behind it must be not small.

Edmund turned into a swarm of bats and flew towards the moon.

Roland sealed the hole again, and then he turned to look at the flying swarm of bats.

A vampire with a wounded soul would have to lose at least a third of his strength.

Lets you fly first for two seconds.

Then a space bubble sucked Roland in, and two seconds later, spewed him towards the moon.

Edmund's Bat mode flies quite fast, about 50 meters per second.

He thought he was out of danger and was happy, but suddenly he felt a magical high-energy reaction from behind him.

When the bats turned around, they saw a neurotic with a magical blue light flashing all over their bodies, a lightning bolt in each hand, and a posture of spreading their wings, with a strange and sharp wind sound, crashing towards them.