Feeling a sudden burning pain in his face, Howard Tsmich immediately realized that his face had been scratched. He has fought all his life, and he has never encountered this kind of scoundrel who grabs his face as soon as he comes up.

In the duel between masters, who doesn't want to have a face!

He didn't have anything to say, after all, the person who was fighting with him now was not a master, the opponent was a cat, and if the cat was not allowed to stretch its paws, would it be magical?

Howard Tsmish's weapon is somewhat similar to the spear of the Cold Weapon Halberd, which can be used to attack with weapons and start to deal magic damage, while the short gun on his back is a long-range attack.

Dozens of black cats pounced, and Howard Tsmich was not afraid.

He was right, if it was the owner of this black cat, the Great Wizard of Kilgard, he really couldn't beat it.

Although Kergard has been dead for many years, he is still famous in the eyes of Howard Tsmich, a figure who has stirred up the entire continent, and if he is still alive, he must be the top-notch existence.

Although Howard Tsmich lived dozens or hundreds of times longer than Kiergaard, he couldn't do it.

Now, all he faces is the pet of this powerful necromancer.

Howard Tsmich felt the feeling of the spear smashing on the black cat, and watching the black cats being knocked away one by one, he laughed madly and mocked: "What about being strong, isn't your incompetent master called to have crossed the line between life and death, and now he hasn't turned into dung......"

"Roar!"

The angry black cat roared, and he didn't know what the reputation of this roar was, Howard Tsmich actually felt that his eyes were black, and his brain felt like it had exploded, and his years of combat experience made him withdraw the weapon in his hand without hesitation, and put it in a gear around his neck.

Vampires have strong vitality, and they don't necessarily die if they have severed limbs, and they can grow back in a few days.

But the neck is still a vital part, and he will definitely not be better if he is hit hard.

This long-accumulated combat experience saved him, and he could feel the angry black cat leave deep marks on the spear with its sharp claws, and the force of it made him take a step back.

However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief.

"Ahh A violent scream rose into the sky and resounded through the forest.

"Ah, my eyes, my eyes."

Howard Tsmich felt a sharp pain in his left eye, as if something had scratched it.

In the rest of the field of vision, a black cat was rapidly retreating with a round object in its paws, and the other black cats were still attacking Howard Tsmisi, but they were all killed by the frenzied vampire Cuckold King.

“*&*%￥*#@……”

The black cat that had snatched Howard Tsmish's eye didn't go far, it quickly pulled out something, teeth, hair, and a liquid that smelled of fish, and connected it to the eyeball, and put it all into a single skull.

Then Mr. Bigworth began to chant incantations to the head in a swift manner.

Bullying a necromancer's pet doesn't have necromancy? I thought it was HelloKitty.

Howard Tsmich didn't know what it was, but he was sure it must be very unkind to him, so he frantically killed the black cats one by one and rushed to the one that was casting the spell.

"Die!" The iron spear slammed into Mr. Bigworth's head, and the super apostle, who was able to single-handedly bless their entire chat group, burst into the smashing brain without even letting out a scream.

Tragic death on the spot!

However, Howard Tsmish, who killed the black cat itself, was not happy at all.

His heart began to panic.

Something bad must have happened, what did this damn black cat do to his eyeballs?

At that moment, the hole in the skull's head began to spew green smoke outward, and Howard Tsmich felt something rotten like rotten tomatoes in his eyes.

Howard Tsmich dropped his iron gun and fell to his knees, trembling his hands to touch his left eye.

If there is no accident, the vampire's powerful life force will return him an intact eye in about half an hour, and if you touch it with your hand, you can feel the flesh bud at the wound site wriggling.

And now, this feeling of wriggling is gone.

The black cat has put a curse on him!

Damn black pussy!

Howard Tsmich carefully rubbed some potion into his fishy eye sockets, then gritted his teeth and picked up his weapon.

This revenge must be avenged!

It stands to reason that he should retreat now, and his cautious character has played a key role in his survival until now.

Unfortunately, he first came to the conclusion that an enemy was not strong and needed to be consumed with wild beasts, and this conclusion did not change because of Assam's Bamboo Leaf Green Serpent and Kelgaard's pet.

Now he's lost another eye.

Not a temporary loss, but a possibility, permanent loss of an eye.

In that era when vampires became lost dogs, he never lost the parts on his body, and today he lost an eye without even seeing the main owner, and anger filled his heart.

Even angrier than when I found out that I had been cuckolded.

He killed his younger brother with his own hands, and after many years, he didn't forget to hunt down Mel, the cheap woman who brought a hat to himself, and the attribute of holding grudges was max.

Mel's damn woman, what kind of helper did she find.

Could it be a beastmaster power?

Blind in one eye, Howard Tsmich was desperate to drown his anger with the blood of his enemies, and he ran wild through the forest, smashing anything in his way with a brutal iron spear.

A few minutes ago, it was a place where it was a battlefield, and a golden figure appeared.

The little golden python accurately hooked Mr. Bigworth's body with its tail, as well as the items that fell out of the place, and then flashed it again and again, she regretted that she didn't have claws, otherwise she wouldn't have to bend down to pick up the corpse in one hand and the item in the other.

Rather than looking forward to the harvest of corpses in this event, she was actually looking forward to the Apostolic Games.

Brother Laifu has already said that this time she can eat as much as she wants, she may be able to molt after she is full, and she can't wait to see if she can grow two claws.

It is also impossible for Nicole, the golden python, to be in charge of picking up corpses all the time.

She soon arrives at the battlefield she is about to participate in, this time with all the remaining apostles, and a new pocket is waiting for Howard Tsmitch to be set up under the guidance of Brad Peel Egg, the Black Crow.

This is the fifth and final wave of the Rifle arrangement.

On one side are more than a hundred apostles, most of whom are big bosses of level forty or fifty, and on the other side are vampires who have lived for countless years, although he has been injured, but there is no doubt that he is still a strong horse.