In the ancient Oriental Daqing, there is such an ancient saying, called "If you can hide from the first day of the new year, you can't hide from the fifteenth." ”

And that's exactly what happened.

The Dawn Cross Order, once the largest and most prestigious demon hunter order in the West, is almost at the end of its rope.

In the twilight when the sun was about to fall completely, the Witcher Centaurs, which once numbered as many as dozens of people, now only had 7 or 8 knights left.

The remaining witcher knights, firmly guarding a wagon in the middle of their ranks, sped along the forest path.

"Damn witchers, who doesn't want to run!"

"Attack! Attack them! ”

Not far behind these witchers, nearly 50 blood slave knights wearing cowboy hats and looking blank looked like they were in constant pursuit, led by two young half-bloods with blood-glittering eyes.

"Smack!" "Smack!" "Smack!"

At the urging of the two half-bloods in the lead, these transcendent teams raised their revolvers at their waists from time to time and fired at the pursuing witcher team.

It's just that probably because of the mental destruction and numbness after becoming a blood slave, these seemingly overwhelming shots didn't really hit those demon hunters who fled in embarrassment.

Countless bullets struck both sides of the forest path, sending up a cloud of smoke and dust; Or striking the obviously thickened carriage of the carriage and knocking some sawdust off, but it was of no avail.

"Arthur, we can't just be beaten and not fight back!"

Prostrate and mounted on horseback, the leader of the witchers, Ducky van der Linde, raised the holy salt revolver in his hand with great difficulty, fired back two shots sideways, successfully knocked down a pursuing blood slave knight, and then shouted an order to his younger brother Arthur Morgan behind him.

"With the Holy Silver Bomb!"

With his vigorous activities, when he led everyone to break through the ambush of those blood mongrels before, blood oozed from the bandage of the gunshot wound on his right arm again.

"Yes, Boss!"

The crystal sweat pressed the curly hair tightly against Arthur's forehead, and after he also turned around and countered with the holy salt revolver twice, he took out a silver ball the size of a baby's fist from his arms in distress, a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes, and then threw it back hard.

"Boom!"

With a loud sound characteristic of the explosion, the small ball instantly exploded into a cloud of silver powder covering a radius of more than ten feet.

"Stop! Stop it! ”

The two half-blooded young men who were chasing in the rear saw the color change dramatically behind this ball of silver powder.

But the order to stop was given too late, and at least the seventeenth and eighteenth blood slave knights didn't have time to stop their galloping horses, and plunged directly into the silver mist, and then in an instant, their bodies melted like candles, melting into a rotten, black liquid.

Although blood slaves, like half-vampires, are not afraid of sunlight on the outside, the poison of the blood clan ingested when they have been "donating blood" for a long time in their bodies makes them extremely afraid of silver objects entering their bodies.

This holy silver powder mist bomb that soaked in holy water was simply their natural nemesis.

In just an instant, those holy silver powder mist caused this group of wooden blood slave knights to lose a third of their manpower in an instant, and as for the horses, after losing the control of their master, they ran in panic, disrupting the rhythm of the entire pursuit team.

"Shet! How many sacred things do they have! ”

Among the two half-bloods who led the pursuit, the young half-bloods from the Braithwaite family on the left said with a hideous anger on his face.

Most of these lost blood slaves are the "property" of the Braithwaite family.

In this age of declining elemental tides, they are reluctant to use their true transcendent powers, and they have lost the power to do whatever they want in the past, and the humans armed with muskets are able to beat them to death as long as there are enough of them.

These "slaves" in front of us, who were completely despised in the past, are becoming more and more precious in the context of the current era.

"Morvenko, don't be angry."

Probably because the dead "property" was not their Gray family's, Kevin, another young half-blood, quickly calmed down after calming down the frightened look he had just looked.

He first motioned with his eyes to the Blood Slave riders beside him to form a team of more than a dozen people, bypassed the holy silver powder mist in front of him, and continued to follow the remnants of the fleeing demon hunters, and then said to the angry "companion" of the rival family beside him.

"According to the orders of our fathers, isn't our task to consume as much as possible the reserves of sacred items of these demon hunter mongrels before night falls?"

"So many people died, so they took out a holy silver bomb to attack us."

"You can see that they are at the end of their rope!"

There was a hint of relaxation in the voice of the half-vampire Kevin, after all, when he was a child, he always heard the stories of various witchers slaughtering vampires from the mouths of his elders, and after really experiencing the hunting and killing these days, he undoubtedly had a further understanding of the strength of the witchers and the degree of restraint of his own race.

In the absence of a real blood clan elder, if it weren't for the large number of blood slave minions under his own family's protection who could ignore most of the methods of the demon hunters, it might not be them chasing down the demon hunters at all, but it was completely the other way around.

Hearing Kevin's words, probably because he didn't want to lose face in front of his competitors, Mo Wenke forcibly suppressed the anger after the instant loss of "property", and looked up to see the sunset that was about to completely sink into the horizon.

"The sun is almost setting."

"We'll just follow them from afar."

In these days of pursuit, the blood slaves who followed them have dropped from more than 200 at their peak to more than 30 now, and the stubborn counterattack of this once the largest witcher order in the western region really made the two young half-vampires panic.

For their lives, the glory and wealth of ruling Rhodes had not yet begun, and they didn't want to go to the ancestor Cain so early.

"The rest of the demon hunters, leave it to the elders of the night!"

His words made Kevin on the other side nod in agreement, after all, night is the most powerful and active moment of their vampire race.

It's just that life is like a box of colorful fruit candy, you never know what color the next one will be.

Just as the two young half-vampires tried to slow down and "touch the fish", they mixed up with the last moments of the day's pursuit of the Demon Hunter Order, and put the blame on their own elders who were really blood.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" After a few low sounds.

Several long strips of "short sticks", with smoke emitting from their heads, were thrown out of the woods next to them, and landed right under the horses of the blood slave riders around the two versions of the bloodsuckers.

For a moment, a sense of crisis that was far stronger than the holy silver bombs thrown by those demon hunters just now instantly filled the hearts of the two half-vampires.

"Flash ······"

"Boom!" "Boom!"

Before the two half-vampires could finish their orders, the "short sticks" exploded.

The huge impact that overflowed with the burst of fire directly blew the nearest horses three or four meters high, and the silver projectiles that followed from the fire completely covered the section of this forest path.

The team that had just been surrounded by two half-vampires, and it seemed to be strong and strong, was on the verge of collapse in an instant.

Although there were only a few blood slaves who were directly killed at the explosion site, almost all of the rest were silver projectiles that were shot into the body, which attracted the poison of the blood clan and melted into a pool of black water.

Only the two half-vampires, who seemed to have been specially "cared for", did not suffer any serious damage to the vital points, but both fell next to the horse's corpse with broken hands and feet.

"General Chief, your thunder throwing skills are really good!"

"These wooden-handled grenades from the Second Military Factory are also powerful!"

Kevin of the Gray family has completely fallen into a coma after excessive blood loss, leaving only Mo Wenke of the Braithwaite family, in a semi-comatose state, vaguely heard some Indian language that he didn't understand at all, maybe some remote corner.

"Comrades, those blood slaves don't care about it, bring these two most gorgeous costumes back to the camp······"