Along with the black bats rushed into the camp were five red figures, and Adam gasped as they landed in the camp. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

On all fours, muscular, exposed red skin, slimy-looking, with a pair of glowing red eyes on their bare heads, and two sharp canine teeth clearly visible with their roar.

"This is a vampire, and it's ugly." Faced with the bats rushing in, Adam took the time to complain.

The five vampires roared, each looking for a target, and began to attack, notably three of them lunging towards the merchant Martin. Adam vaguely heard Martin cursing a few words, and in a panic, he hid behind the middle-aged mage and the two warriors.

But Adam didn't have time to meddle with things, as a vampire was coming at them.

I have to say that this extremely ugly vampire is a little different from what Adam had in mind, but the only thing they have in common is that they are really fast.

In the blink of an eye, the vampire was in front of the militiamen, stretching out their sharp clawed forelimbs and lunging at one of them.

One of the militiamen couldn't dodge and was thrown to the ground by a vampire. Just as the vampire opened his mouth to point at the militiaman's neck, two tridents stabbed him in the head at the same time.

In response to the attack, the vampire let out a low roar and tried to intimidate, but he was greeted by the militia, who had been thrown to the ground, seizing the opportunity to stab him with a trident.

The vampire let out a shrill cry and tried to retreat and look for an opportunity to attack, but was immediately surrounded by the few remaining militiamen. If you want to cooperate, you may not be able to find a warrior who can be more tacit than the Templar space class.

The vampire was like a prey, surrounded by seven militiamen, and endured attack after attack.

The vampire relied on his agile body to break out of the encirclement several times, but he had no chance in the face of the militia with a unified consciousness.

A minute later, the vampire had a few more holes in his body, and was finally stuck in the head by a trident, let out an unwilling roar, and died.

Adam looked at the merchant Martin, and saw that there were already two more corpses on the ground, one of a vampire and the other of an unlucky warrior.

Martin the merchant was pitifully hiding behind the mage, words in his mouth, not knowing whether he was praying or cursing.

The middle-aged mage waved his wand, and from time to time a beam of orange-red flames shot out of the wand.

The fiery fiery serpent landed on the vampire who couldn't dodge, causing him to let out a scream. The surviving warrior was in charge of defense, and the vampire who was close to him was stopped, while the middle-aged mage was in charge of attacking, and with the cooperation of the two, he finally did not show obvious decline, but he still looked a little embarrassed.

The two vampires looked at each other—on all fours like animals, but they also possessed extraordinary intelligence—and together they attacked the middle-aged mage. The warrior seemed a little frightened by the simultaneous attack of two vampires, and Adam could clearly see that both hands holding the great sword were trembling.

Sure enough, it was just a moment, and the warrior slowed down, seizing this opportunity, and both vampires pounced on the middle-aged mage.

The middle-aged mage only had time to send out a beam of flames, but the other vampire was not attacked, and pounced on the middle-aged mage with a kick on its hind legs, while a humane and hideous smile appeared on its face, and it stretched out its sharp claws and opened its mouth.

Whether it was a warrior, a middle-aged mage, or a businessman, Martin had a huge look of despair on their faces, and they could even smell the disgusting stench coming from the vampire's mouth.

However, it was at this time that the vampire was enveloped in a milky white light.

The smile on the vampire's face vanished, and his mouth was wide open, making the most piercing scream he'd ever made.

Under the shroud of the Holy Light, he seemed to be experiencing the greatest pain, with cyan smoke coming out of every inch of skin on his body, which then disintegrated into the most basic particles and disappeared into the air, revealing the veins and muscles within.

The vampire rolled on the ground, wailing.

Whether it was the remaining vampire, the middle-aged mage, the merchant Martin, or the group of adventurers on the left side of the camp were all stunned by the horrific condition of this vampire.

Vampires, as slaves and warriors raised by the blood clan, have always been fierce and cruel and easy to kill, and this is the first time they have seen a vampire who makes such a scream, as if they are the vampires torturing each other.

After casting a healing spell, Adam is watching the vampire's reaction.

The moment the vampire came in, Adam felt a strong aura of darkness from them, and sure enough, after being hit by the healing spell, the vampire's body began to be purified and dissipated under the huge light energy.

Templar spells have an extraordinary restraining effect on dark and undead creatures. This gave Adam great confidence.

In the midst of the others' surprised or curious gazes, Adam stretched out his right hand and unleashed another healing spell on the wailing vampire who had fallen to the ground.

A soft, holy milky light erupted from Adam's palm, enveloping the vampire's body.

This time, before the vampire could let out an even more miserable howl, his entire body quickly disappeared in the thick light. In Templar terms, it's that the vampire has been purified by the Light.

The only remaining vampire in the camp stared at Adam's hands with some fear—one besieged by the militia, one slain by the adventurer on the left, one dead at the hands of a middle-aged mage, one purified by Adam's light—for fear that the terrible light would envelop his body again.

"White magic!" The middle-aged mage let out an exclamation, and then he realized that his gaffe seemed a little unnatural.

He had laughed at the young mage a few minutes earlier, but now he had to admit that if it hadn't been for the young mage's action, he might have been killed by a vampire.

White magic! No wonder Mr. Mage was able to heal his injuries in just a few minutes. Arras, who had always been very curious and longing for Adam's light, finally had an answer in his heart when he heard the words of the middle-aged mage.

"Dear Mr. Mage, please act quickly and kill this vampire as well, the Blood Clan is coming soon!" Compared to the middle-aged mage's discomfort, the merchant Martin didn't have so many worries, showing a pleading look.

The vampire hears Martin's cry and lets out an angry roar, which is greeted by a third healing spell from Adam.

This time, the adventurers and middle-aged mages in the camp could see more clearly, a soft and holy milky white light emanating from Adam's hands, and it was only for a moment that the vampire was enveloped.

Although there was a distance in between, adventurers could still feel that this holy light exuded a holy and warm aura, which was very peaceful and even yearning.

In the eyes of the middle-aged mage, this holy light was composed of extremely pure light energy, and its effect on the pure dark creature of vampires was almost shocking.

Previously, he only knew that white magic was good at healing and defense, and that it had an extraordinary striking effect on dark and undead creatures.

But the white magic of the striking ability to kill a vampire in an instant, not to mention seeing, has never even heard of it.

Whether it was because he didn't have enough knowledge, or because the young mage in front of him couldn't be measured by ordinary standards, you must know that in his senses, this young mage was only the most basic black iron rank, and the middle-aged mage felt so confused for the first time.

When the light dissipated, the last vampire in the camp was purified, leaving no trace behind, as if only three vampires had ever rushed into the camp.

After doing all this, Adam did not relax, on the contrary, his attention was focused to an unprecedented degree.

Because in his perception, a dark aura more than ten times more powerful than a vampire was hovering around the camp. According to the information given by Arras, he is a pure-blooded blood who once killed the bronze warriors in Martin's caravan.

Here it comes!

Adam felt the dark aura descend upon him, and the light at the entrance of the camp dimmed, and then a young man dressed in a noble dress appeared in the camp.