The blood stained the mask monster's black clothes, and even the white mask was splashed a little, which made the already cold mask even more weird and evil.

The four minions were able to deal damage to the enemy, much to Smolett Brandon's great relief.

If the four entourages still died like those cannon fodder just now, he really had to plan how to get out of today's game, and with his strength, he couldn't solve his four entourages in one face.

"Hide your head and show your tail, if you have the guts, take off the mask!" Smollet Brandon roared and rushed towards the enemy.

Since the four retinues can play a role in the battle, they can't be allowed to die at the hands of the other party, so he took the initiative to attack, thereby relieving the pressure on the four retinues.

Count Dracula was under siege.

Su Mo was a little worried, he wasn't worried about his safety, he was just a passer-by now, even if he was discovered, he could say that he was just passing by.

What he's worried about is Count Dracula, this guy is directly related to his main quest, and if he dies here, he'll still be playing fart in the back.

But then again, since Count Dracula is the protagonist of the next version, he probably won't be so easy to kill.

Well, in theory.

Su Mo couldn't help much at this time, and if he went up, it was estimated that he would be killed in seconds all of a sudden.

His status at this time is a standard spectator, and at most he can see how the top masters in the game are fighting.

Both of them today are physics majors, and their fighting methods are very hot-blooded.

Even Count Dracula, an Assassin class, can fight Berserkers head-on, and they don't just use skills.

Kicks, elbows, punches, and any means to defeat the enemy emerge one after another.

Strictly speaking, they don't use skills much, probably because skills more or less require some posture and even reading bars.

It seems that fist and foot kung fu cannot be left behind.

Su Mo secretly made a decision, as a hunter, his main territory was eight yards away, and the distance was more than eight yards away and still within the range, so his strength could be more perfectly reflected.

If it was closer than eight yards, his bow and arrows would become an ornament.

Hey, no, there is something wrong with Count Dracula, Su Mo was thinking about it, and suddenly found that Count Dracula's combat state was very problematic.

This thing is bleeding all the time, why is it still almost full.

Even Su Mo, an outsider, found out, how could Smollet Brandon not find out, the opponent's blood volume went up and down, but overall there was almost no loss.

Vampire!

The opponent is obviously an assassin who is very good at bloodsucking, but he doesn't know if this bloodsteal is caused by equipment or his own skills.

And this bloodsucking will not be a little too strong.

Under the siege of five people, almost no blood was lost, and the balance was already made.

Smollet Brandon hunted down and persecuted the strong, and he hadn't seen anyone before, but this was indeed the first time he had met an opponent so powerful in bloodsucking.

"Vampires! He's a vampire! One of the attendants shouted suddenly.

The others suddenly realized, why didn't they think of this stubble, when it comes to the bloodsucking attribute, no one can compare to the vampire.

It is said that the king of the wood elves is also an assassin, and the wood elf clan also has the attribute of sucking blood, but their bloodsucking is still far inferior to the professional race of vampires.

Ordinary people may not know anything about vampires, and they may not even know that there are vampires in this world, but Smollet Brandon and his entourage are completely professionals engaged in special tasks, and they know everything about the special powers of special races.

"Who are you?" Smollet Brandon asked in front, and without waiting for the opponent to respond, he added with great certainty: "Dracula, Dracula Belmont, it's you, do you know what you're doing!" ”

Anger is no longer enough to describe his mood.

This old vampire has been under the watchful eye of the law enforcement team, and at every turn, someone will go over to beat him, and even verbally humiliate, just to force him to resist, and then take advantage of the situation to kill him.

It's a pity that Dracula is really enduring, and he can endure anything in order to survive.

His wife was burned to death, his son was lost, and he was left alone in the Castle of Shadows.

A coward!

A coward who can even be scolded by ordinary members of the law enforcement team, and a super coward who can even ignore his wife and children in order to survive, his threat has been constantly lowered within the law enforcement team.

In addition, Dracula did make a lot of contributions in the War of Independence, and many people in the Federation did not support his execution, so the law enforcement team tolerated his survival.

Unexpectedly, he was right in front of him, with a strange mask.

And in a few days, it was this man who killed the commander of the Northern Army, His Excellency Otis, and made a mess of the North.

However, in addition to his anger, Smollet Brandon also had a trace of fear in his heart - it was too difficult to kill a vampire, and he was the only one here today.

The reason why his four retinues have survived to this point is obviously because Dracula kept it for bloodsucking.

Count Dracula did not admit it, nor did he deny it, the two thorn-shaped weapons crossed downward and made a starting pose, which was his standard movement, and this pose was equivalent to his acknowledgment of his identity.

"The Federation really shouldn't have spared your life!" Smollet Brandon said hatefully, he was the most determined person in the top echelons of the law enforcement team to execute the other party, so the other party only found him today.

Think about it, the death of Otis in front of him is likely to be to lure him in.

"Stop talking nonsense, let me get you on your way." Count Dracula shook his head, he didn't want to talk nonsense, there was no point in arguing, after blocking the communication here, it would take too much time for the law enforcement teams from other places to rush over, and even if there were many people, he was not afraid, the last thing vampires were afraid of was group fights.

"You all get out of here!" Smollet Brandon said to his four retinue.

"No one can leave, this is my realm, the bloodstained realm." Count Dracula said proudly, and as he spoke, he could see blood-colored lines floating on the ground, all over the caravanserais.

Compared to Sagra's lightning realm, his realm is much worse.

Especially the need for preliminary preparations, he is an assassin, not good at magic, unlike Sagra who comes out as soon as he releases his skills, he needs to use magic materials to arrange the patterns of the field in advance, and then launch them at critical moments.

"Decide for yourselves, and your families will be treated favorably by the Federation." Smollet Brandon coldly gave the order.