In the hidden cave, the beating orange flames bring long-lost warmth, albeit only a little.

"Darkform, you go and rest first, now it's my turn. ”

But the thief looked out and seemed a little distracted.

"Dark?"

"Shhhhh ”

The leader looked in the direction and could clearly see the miserable white points of light all over the dark earth, this was the fourth day after the death storm, and with the return of the undead, the night was gradually no longer suitable for exploration.

"What, did you find anything?"

"On the far left, on the roof of the red-pointed house, there is a man. ”

"People, it's so late, how can there be ......?"

It was surprising enough that there was indeed a very vague shadow on the roof, and the night and distance obscured the view, but it was indeed very much like a figure.

The Rogue's eyes are specially trained to be more precise than other classes, especially in the dark.

So, Darkform is right.

"How could it be. ”

Suppressed a little shock in his tone, there was a person who exposed himself so much at night in the capital of the undead, and most importantly, the undead around him seemed to be blind.

"That wouldn't be a resting one, would it?"

Only those who are for the rest of the dead have the ability to walk at night in the capital of the dead.

"No, probably a dead man. ”

The sharp eyes could see farther, and the man seemed to be meditating, but his chest did not rise or fall in the slightest, and he was probably really a dead man.

There is only one person without the breath of life, and the undead will not be interested, "Then I'll leave it to you next." ”

"Good. ”

When he waited for the dark form to walk away and look at the roof again, a faint red light seemed to flash, and the shadow disappeared.

Perhaps, it was taken by something.

Even the bodies were not buried.

This kind of tragic encounter, at most, happens to the lone wanderer.

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The blood qi was completely constricted, and a pale face floating in the air passed by, and the ever-changing hideous appearance, combined with those sharp wails, looked like a living person who was suffering greatly.

There is a theory that these spirits themselves are still conscious, and there is a period of consciousness before facing a terrible death, so to speak, this is a group of beings living in darkness and endless pain.

They crave the power of life to remove that pain, and when the power of life and the power of death are combined, that is the moment when they end their suffering.

After three days' journey, Lance had reached his destination, the southeast corner of the perimeter, where Deaton had said that the bloodthirsty man had appeared.

I don't know if the other party is a blood clan, but here, there are indeed many places that smell of blood, which is the familiar smell of human blood.

Only then did he turn over a remnant wall, and a strange scream vibrated out, and while his body fluctuated slightly, the blood and qi that wrapped his whole body were also trembling.

"Baron!"

A tearing roar, climbing to the top of the wall, reflected in the bright red eyes, was a fat man, and his agile movements did not match his fat figure.

The most important thing is that behind him is a dense white point of light with no end in sight, surging in this direction!

At this scale, it's almost in time for a super-small death storm.

"Baron, help me!" the loud voice was evident in the screams.

It's this fat man again, when he killed the Demon Bear's Eye one after another, he found a person from their spatial ring, which was indeed from the spatial ring that could only load dead things.

At first, I thought it was a dead person or a puppet or something, but when I took it out, it was really a living person.

Since that time, he has been haunted by him, and he finally got rid of it, but he didn't expect that now he not only found him, but also brought a large group of very unfriendly existences.

There is no need to pay attention to this madman.

The stone sword was inserted into the ground, blood and qi were injected, and the dark hole in the ground quickly took shape.

As he leaped into it, all his breath converged, a line of blood flashed, and the wall collapsed to bury the entrance.

At the same time, the fat man was still frantically looking for him, his steps were fast, the thick fat on his belly rose and fell like the waves, the fat covered the expression on his face, and he could only see the frightened eyes through the cracks in his eyes.

"Help, Baron, where are you, help!!"

"Save me!!"

The almost roaring voice disappeared straight into the distance, and there were more and more groups of undead, overwhelming, sweeping over like a tide, and there were some mid-level undead among them.

One person can lead a catastrophe that is almost the level of a death storm, and this kind of spectacular picture and spirit of death is the first time that many adventurers have seen it.

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At dawn, the spirits of the dead dispersed.

The fat man no longer knows which direction he disappeared, which is not something worth Lance's attention.

Now, he's come to the first place where the smell of blood is strongest.

Judging from the exterior of the ruins, it was supposed to be a church of the Holy Cross, littered with signs of battle, massive sword marks and broken arrows, as well as a mess of scratches and potholes in the ground where magic had melted.

Level 1 2-Star Blood Magic: Blood Concussion

The blood and qi trembled, and the unique faint fluctuations spread past, and the information was fed back while touching each entity, and the entire structure of the ruins was pieced together in my mind little by little.

Completely different from the outside, there are several basements that have not yet been explored.

There was no vibration of the same blood, that is, there were no lifeforms underneath, or the other party had already placed a magic shield.

This method is not effective against the Bloodline.

Then you'll have to go down and see for yourself.

At this time, a person appeared in his mind, seemed to sense fluctuations, and instantly disappeared.

Lance was sure it was in the innermost room in the basement.

The blood qi wrapped around the black stone sword, and wisps of blood floated out, enveloping the place in the blink of an eye.

Splitting the stone slab on the ground, a dark hole appeared, and a web of blood invaded it, and there was not the slightest movement or undead inside.

There was no need to light a torch, Lance could see more clearly in the dark.

The smell of blood in the basement was even stronger, a familiar smell, the same smell as Asian's laboratory.

Scattered cups and bottles, laboratory utensils that are so damaged that they are not visible for their original purpose, etc.

The traces of battle are even more visible here, and there is even a residual aura of magic, two of which are the strongest, elemental magic and light magic.

Not only that, the bright red pupils quickly contracted, and solemnity appeared on his face, there was still a trace of blood magic here, and it was not Lance's own.

Look at the deepest closed gate, and that's the destination.

Is a mysterious and powerful immortal race really just perishing?

This question became more and more in Lance's mind the more he studied Deaton's books and the Bloodline Career books.

The answer to expectations may be about to be revealed.