ps:Alas,The total recommendation is still less than 1000.,This chapter can only be regarded as an update on the 8th...... It's a little sad, and I don't even need 25 recommended votes......

The author of Immortal Blood did not sign his real name on the title page of the book. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The story in the info book is narrated in the author's first person:

The stars and the moon disappeared, making the night dark. The town watch had to carry torches to patrol, and the man who had come to visit my sanctuary didn't carry any light sources. I know that Movas Pikuni can see almost as clearly in the darkness as he does in the light—a wonderful gift, for his interest is also entirely nocturnal.

One of my assistants brought him to me. Judging by his appearance, my first thought was that he was in urgent need of treatment! His skin was pale, almost milky; His face seemed to have been once handsome, but he had been subjected to some kind of unspeakable torture. The black circles under his eyes reveal the fact that he is tired. But his eyes were vigilant and fierce, even bordering on madness.

He immediately denied my speculation that he had a certain disease. But he did come to discuss a particular disease—"about bloody vampire," he said, pausing at my questioning gaze. "I've been told that Woh should come to you for help in understanding."

"Who said that?" I asked with a smile.

"Tishina Gray."

I remembered her at once, a brave, beautiful knight who, under my guidance, had learned to distinguish between facts and fairy tales that were invented in the doctrines of vampires. That was two years ago, and since then I haven't heard a single word about the validity of those teachings.

"You've talked to her? Is she healthy now? I asked.

"Dead," Movas replied coldly. Seeing my shock, he added two more words that seemed to be comforting. "She said your teachings were priceless, at least for that one. The last time I spoke to her, she was tracking another one. This one killed her. ”

"Then I don't teach her enough," I sighed, "why do you think that my advice will help you?" ”

"Years ago, I was a teacher myself," he said. "Not in the university, but in the trainers of the Warrior Guild. But I know that if a student doesn't ask the right questions, the teacher can't be held accountable for his failures. I'm going to ask you about the right questions. ”

And he did. For the next few hours, he kept asking, and I kept answering as best I could. But he never revealed a single thing about himself. He never smiled. He just looked at me with his piercing eyes, storing every word I said in his memory.

Eventually, I was able to ask him a question. "You said you were a trainer of the Warrior Guild. Are you on a mission for them? ”

"No," he said briefly, and at this moment I finally saw a little tiredness in his feverish eyes. "I want to continue tomorrow night, if I can. I need to get some sleep and absorb this knowledge. ”

"You sleep during the day?" I smiled.

To my surprise, he returned the favor with a smile, though it was more of a bitter melon face. "When you're tracking your prey, you have to get used to it."

The next day, he did return with more and more specific questions. He wanted to know about the vampires in the eastern part of Skyrim. I told him that the most powerful tribe was the Valchiha, who were suspicious and cruel, and whose exhaled breath froze the blood of their victims. I explained to him how they lived under remote, ghost-infested frozen lakes and never set foot in the human world except in search of food.

Movas Picuni listened carefully and asked more questions until he was finally ready to leave.

"I won't see you in a few days," he said, "but I'll come back and tell you how helpful your information is." ”

Indeed, four days later, just after midnight, the man returned to my church. There was a new scar on his cheek, but he smiled sinisterly, yet contentedly.

"Your teachings have helped me a lot," he said, "but you should know that the Varchikha have an ability that you have not mentioned. They don't have to break the ice on the lake to get through. It was a very uncomfortable accident, and I was suddenly caught from below in an unsuspecting situation. ”

"It's great," I smiled, "and it's horrible." You're lucky to have survived. ”

"I don't believe in luck, I only believe in knowledge and training. Your information helped me a lot, and my melee skills ended the vampire's life. I never believed in any weapon. There are too many uncertainties. Even the best swordsmiths have made flawed swords. But you know what your body can do. I know I can hit a thousand hits without losing my balance, as long as I can land the first hit. ”

"First hit?" I muttered, "Then you must never have an accident." ”

"That's why I've come to you," said Movas, "you're the one who knows the most about this monster in the world, and you know all the populations of the continent. Now, tell me about the vampires of the north of Valenlin. ”

I did as he asked. Again, his questions poured out all I knew. There are many tribes there. The appearance of the Bonsam is indistinguishable from that of the Pozmo (wood elves, or forest elves), and can only be revealed by candlelight. The Kirill can vaporize into a cloud of mist. The Yekov people are fond of devouring people alive. The horrible Tabs, who prey on children, eventually return to their homes in their form, waiting patiently for years, knowing to kill everyone in their inhuman hunger.

Once again, he said goodbye to me, promising that he would be back in a few weeks. Again, as he said, he returned just after midnight. This time, Movas didn't add new scars, but he brought new information with him.

"You said that the Kirills couldn't vaporize after being pushed underwater, and that's wrong." He said, patting me gently on the shoulder. "Luckily, they couldn't go far in the atomized state, and I managed to catch one."

"It must have been a horrible enough accident for it. Your expertise has become amazing," I said, "and I should have had an assistant like you decades ago." ”

"Now, tell me," he said, "about the vampires of Sylodil." ”

I told him everything I knew. In Cyrodil (the empire itself), vampires have only one tribe, a very powerful race. They drove all other races out of the land, just as the Empire itself had done. The true name of this tribe is no longer known, and it is lost to history; But they are very good at hiding. As long as they suck blood every day, their appearance is the same as that of ordinary people, and there is no difference at all. They are very civilized and much more civilized than the vampires of the rest of the provinces. They love to feast on their victims when they are asleep and unconscious.

"It's going to be hard for them to sneak up," Movas frowned, "but I'll find one and tell you what I've learned." And then you'll tell me about the vampires of High Rock, the Hammerlands, Aylesville, the Black Swamp, Morrowind, and Summertwilight, right? ”

I nodded. At this moment, I knew that this man was saddled with a never-ending task. Only the most straightforward truth can satisfy him. He needed to know everything.

For a whole month, he did not return. On the night of his return, I saw his despondency and despair, even though there was not the slightest light in my church.

"I failed," he said, lighting the candle as I lit it. "You're right. I can't find one. ”

I let the candlelight shine in my face and smiled at him. He was surprised, even shocked, to see my pale flesh, the dark hunger in my eternal eyes, and my teeth. Oh, yes, I think the tooth certainly surprised the man who couldn't afford the surprise.

"I haven't sucked blood in seventy-two hours," I explained as I pounced on him. He didn't throw the first blow, and he didn't have to throw the last.

(This paragraph is copied directly from the game book.,But it took me half a day to type it out.,Don't say I'm messing around with the number of words.。 Personally, I think this book is worth a look, and it also has a good supplement to the vampire knowledge in this book, so I recommend you to take a closer look. ）

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"......" After watching "Immortal Blood" as fast as possible, Asa couldn't help but be silent. The story in this book is really wonderful in terms of storytelling alone, especially for someone like him, who already has an established impression that "Movis is a vampire", and the initial description of Movis as a vampire is undoubtedly a hint that the book will be about the cruelty of the vampire Movas.

But at the end of the reading, I couldn't help but be surprised, I didn't expect that the author of this book was a vampire, according to the characteristics of several vampire groups mentioned in the book, this author is from the Bangsam tribe. It's no wonder that Alva mentions in his diary that Movas is very handsome, and according to the impression of vampires in the world, if you don't count purebred vampires like Serana, it would be easier to find a few handsome than to find a needle in a haystack. It turns out that Movas is also a bonsam, and he will not show his hideous appearance without candlelight, and it is also for this reason that Alva can maintain his appearance.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, this Movis used to be a vampire hunter too." Asa was a little embarrassed when he said this, Tolan and Movas, and their two encounters basically represent the final fate of most vampire hunters: either they are killed by the vampires or they become vampires.

"Are you a little scared?" (Boy, are you scared?) The voice of Mr. O, who had not been heard for a long time, came along with Serana's voice, and this time it was in Asa's ears, but Mr. O's voice was even more pleasant.

(Originally, it was a little, but thinking of having you behind my back, what am I afraid of?) Holding Mr. Ao in his heart, Asa smiled at Serana and said, "A little, so let's make an agreement in advance, if you really can't help but want to turn me into a vampire one day, remember to choose the one that turns the clouds and rain in the bed with me...... Oops oops!! It hurts, it hurts. ”

"you! You're thinking about something. Serana's face turned a rare red, and she poked Asa's forehead, who was still talking about some level of harassment, and Asa cried out twice in pain, then stood up and moved her body, and said loudly: "I've been here long enough tonight, it's time for the city of Mosal to usher in the dawn!" ”