"Like my brother's sword?"

Xiao Qiya tilted her head and asked rhetorically. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info her tone changed from heavy to light, with a kind of uncertainty for asking for advice, but before Glo could answer, she quickly shook her head again, "Brother's Storm Shattering Steel Sword is too heavy. ”

"So, the long sword in your hand may be the most suitable choice for you now."

Glo gave his advice.

Everyone has the best choice at the moment.

This sentence also applies to the undead of Dill who infiltrated the human realm.

The vampire lord Monica eventually escaped from Afron - the weakened bat avatar could only last a short time, and after leaving the area, she reverted to her delicate human maiden form. There were still fragments of flame on her body, which made her whereabouts more conspicuous, and she gritted her teeth to hide in the dark street scene in the night, and after about half a time, she finally avoided the patrolling soldiers and any suspicious crowds, and reached the top of the wall of Afron.

The soldier of the night watch, dozing off in the corner, her head in a tin helmet hunched over her shoulders, looked around, and tiptoed along—the maiden's white feet quickly stepped on the jagged half-man-high battlements, and she gasped heavily, tormented by the pain and exhaustion that came from all over her body.

Monica knew she couldn't stay in this damn place any longer. In her heart, she longed to suck the vile man dry and knead it into powder to make a commode, but the thought of the clergy of the Church who might reappear at any moment made her resist the urge - it was her choice: as the immortal dead, her own safety was more important than anything else.

When it comes to revenge, Monica has enough patience to wait.

But suddenly, she couldn't help but turn her head—a pair of haggard eyes, the red pupils reflected a scene that frightened her.

At the location of the church in the city, a blinding pillar of white light rose from the ground, as if piercing the entire night. The surging power of the Holy Light rippled in all directions, and as a deceased, she had an innate sensitivity to this power. The power was so pure and powerful that it almost made her fall into fear instantly.

Monica jumped off the wall in the middle of the night - the southern wall of Afron did not open its gates. Without alerting the night watchmen, there was only one way to run outside the city.

Bang!

"Hey, did you hear anything?"

The soldier on the night watchman stretched out his hand and rubbed his sleepy eyes, and he shouted at another companion on the wall—the two men were about twenty meters apart, exactly the distance between the two arrow towers," he shouted, as he ran to the battlement and looked down.

But he saw nothing.

When the vampire lord Monica jumped off the wall, the ball of her foot landed on a round stone on the ground, and the accident caused her to stumble her foot so hard that she fell into the mud like a poor doll - the poor physical condition at the moment made her powerless, and the extraordinary level of strength did not help her in the slightest.

As for what Monica herself was thinking at the moment, no one knew but herself—she struggled through the pain, got up from the mud without saying a word, and limped off into the distance.

"Looks like something has fallen?"

The soldier grunted, and he turned to look at his companion who had never responded—the boy with whom he had won three sols yesterday was sleeping groggily, saliva running from the corners of his mouth to the armor on his chest, unaware.

"Wake up, there's movement!"

He unceremoniously slapped and woke his companion up.

It was an inconspicuous episode of a long, boring night for the two soldiers guarding this section of the wall—there wasn't much that could have fallen from the wall, except for a few bricks that had grown cracks and were no longer secure. The two soldiers walked back and forth twice in the guarded area, and found that all the stone bricks on the battlements were intact, and returned to the sheltered position next to the arrow tower, and the two complained to each other, leaned against the corner of the wall with their war spears, and returned to sleep.

Outside the city of Afron was a wilderness, and in the vast night, except for the sparse shadows of the scarecrows in some fields in the moonlight, there were only some ordinary bushes left—Monica left the walls of Afron, walked some distance, and stopped in front of a pile of bushes with oval leaves, she waited a little, and a shadow soon emerged from behind the bushes.

The shadow showed its outline - Monica's good vision of the night made Monica see clearly, he was dressed in a robe that mages wore every day, a shiny bare head with a bowled hat, and a pair of soul fires that blended in with the night in a leaden gray.

"Monica, is there something wrong with the church?"

The visitor asked.

The Vampire Lord just nodded mechanically, and she recognized the one in front of her—there was only one person in the Council of the Dead who had this alternative style of dressing, Robert the Lich.

"You're hurt?"

Robert the Lich then asked, glancing Monica up and down several times - the girl's looming carcass did not tempt him in the slightest, and the only remaining bones in his body remained in the standard sage mode, in this respect, "sitting still" may be commendable among humans, but the deceased are almost 100% decent men and gentlemen in the absolute sense.

"Afron's sect will have a transcendent ascetic."

Monica's voice was slight, and despite the softness of her voice, Robert the Lich could hear her weakness in it—lead-gray soul fire jumped in his eyes, and he stretched out his palm, and a thick black mist sprayed onto Monica's body. The sporadic burning flames were suddenly extinguished, but the lich's expression became more solemn.

"Holy water, also, there are strange sword marks on your body."

As one of the nineteen full members of the Council of the Dead, Robert, the Lich, was in an intact state that easily erased the influence of holy water, but inside Monica's body, he felt an extremely tenacious force.

Radiant Power!

The black mist grew a little thicker, but the power remained—the powerful power of the Lich Robert weakened it considerably, but the remaining trace began to burrow inside Monica's body like a nimble snake.

It's the man's sword!

Monica recalled, and her mind quickly became sure.

"Hey, did you hear anything?"