Lesenbra Manor, in the underground secret room nearly 100 meters above the ground, a withered old man with a gloomy vulture face slowly appeared in the hazy magic light, although this portal is usually only qualified for use by princes, but in this dark world where strength is respected, the strong still have some privileges after all, especially Rushfield, this half-corpse demon elder who even the prince does not dare to underestimate, but this strong man who is famous for his cruelty and thirst for killing is now a little embarrassed. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The black robe draped on Rushfield's body had already been torn into strips of cloth, and on the blue-gray skin, it was obvious that the freshly healed Dao wound could be seen, and the face of the original vulture was even more gloomy and about to drip water, and the turquoise eyes were full of murderous intent.

The Duke of the Blood Clan, Flamins, was also very surprised when he saw this scene: "You...... What are you doing here, I don't know how many witchers are being caught......"

"Hey, hey, hey, it's just a few witchers, Flamins, what you said is so simple, before we were ready to attack those two little witchers, more than a dozen guys dressed in strange services suddenly burst out of the surroundings, chanting strange spells in their mouths, releasing a binding enchantment to bind us in it, fourteen sons and daughters, just like that, they were scorched by the thunder pillar......"

Rushfield said viciously, and at the end, his expression of gritted teeth was extremely hideous, and the meaning of warning and threat was self-evident, as if Flamins was about to turn his face and act on the spot if he did not give a satisfactory answer.

"Uh...... Calm down, calm down, don't be impulsive, old man, this matter is definitely not arranged by us, and it is certainly not that simple. ”

Flamins looked at the old monster in front of him, whose eyes were almost spewing fire, and immediately explained to him, and took a small box from his bosom and handed it over. Although he thinks that he will not necessarily be weaker than Rushfield, if he really fights, he is afraid that he can survive, and I am afraid that it will not be much better.

This is a boxy wooden locket, the surface is engraved with twisted inscriptions and ornaments, and the obsidian emits a slight blurry light, this is a very common sealing locket, the magic of the items sealed in it will not gradually emanate with the passage of time, to put it bluntly, this is a magic crisper, and what is kept in it is the reward for this mission, Patrick's heart.

Patrick is a believer in the Iron Lord Dispat, and the power of purgatory has turned this behemoth with the blood of an ancient giant into a bloodthirsty and cruel butcher, although the scimitar blade, which symbolizes slaughter and blood, is gone, but the huge power contained in this heart can still feel Patrick's horror.

For the half-corpse, the more powerful the creature, the better his flesh and blood guts taste, and they can achieve the purpose of strengthening themselves through this kind of eating, and Patrick's heart is undoubtedly a rare delicacy, from Rashfield's memory, he can clearly feel how strong his desire for this heart is, at this point, the madman and Rushfield's taste is somewhat close, so he did not attack further, but took the opportunity to talk to Flamings.

Seeing that Rushfield snorted coldly and took the small box over, the people around couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and Flamins was also relieved, and after patting Rushfield on the shoulder, he took him to the demonic banquet.

After cutting off the crispy flesh and skin of the child piece by piece with a blade, the madman also sighed a little, and recalled the time when he was a mercenary, in a sense, the cruelty of human beings is higher than that of these dark creatures, after all, the most fundamental article of the blood treaty is to prohibit the attack on the same kind, werewolves, dark wizards and corpse demons are mostly the same.

Because there are too many underground secret rooms in Lesembra Manor, if you rashly attack, you will not be able to catch any valuable targets at all except for some minions and cannon fodder, so after the madman disguised himself as Rushfield and infiltrated the manor, he did not rush to hunt, but just chatted casually with Duke Flamins, on the one hand, to investigate and deduce the movements of the demon team, and on the other hand, to delay time for Yang Zheng to arrange the Xuanyin Great Array.

Since the Xuanyin Qi is relatively similar to the Dark Death Breath, the black mist emitted by the unfolding of the Xuanyin Banner did not arouse the vigilance of the dark creatures, and after the entire Xuanyin Great Array completely enveloped Lesembra Manor, the prelude to the killing was gradually revealed.

The guards patrolling around the manor were completely crushed by the sudden giant arms of bones, and the black bats swaying in the night sky were also eroded by the ripples of dead air, decaying and falling, and then a huge skeleton gradually showed its shape in the mist, a pair of scarlet eyes, which looked so dazzling in the dark, a black-robed man with a face like a stone sculpture that could not see any expression, and only pure dead silence in his eyes, slowly appeared in the dark night.

The Lesenbra clan, the leader of the Demon Banquet Alliance, as one of the supreme owners of the entire Dark Council, even the Holy See and the Demon Hunter Guild only ambush and hunt while the dark people are out, or hunt and slaughter small villages and the dark descendants in the village, they have never received such a provocation for thousands of years, and the blood clan and dark servants in Lesenbra Manor are a little dazed all of a sudden.

However, the undead corpse servants didn't care about the state of the enemy, and before they could react, a giant totem pole nearly five meters long broke through the wall and smashed down on them, with terrifying power, and even formed bursts of screams and shocks, completely smashing these dark servants into a ............ of flesh;