There are two people in the upper order of the witchers, and the upper order monster on the side of the blood clan has only one silver-haired old man with a hooked nose, if it weren't for the countless bats flying behind him, Wen Wen even suspected that he was an eagle monster.

The rest are some blood clans of all levels, two middle and four lower orders, relying on these to barely block the attack of the two demon hunters, but it is estimated that they will not last long.

The demon hunters who can be sent to participate in the exchange meeting are all the best of the upper order demon hunters in each region, and their strength is not comparable to that of ordinary blood clans.

After seeing Wen Wen arrive, Long Suo frowned obviously, although he wouldn't go to Wen Wen's trouble, but he really didn't like Wen Wen's opinion.

On the contrary, it was the sir who welcomed Wen Wen, and it would be good if he could easily deal with these monsters, otherwise if he hurt his handsome face, the exchange meeting would be troublesome.

Wen Wen took a step back, took out the Buddha and said very shyly, "I just passed by by accident, you can continue." ”

Ah Sir smiled heroically, and drove the motorcycle into the vampire group, and the motorcycle in the printing area was like a hanging, and no one could stop it.

Wen Wen saw a vampire with a claw big enough to scratch through body armor and try to scratch the tire of a motorcycle, only to have his own claw broken, and then a wheel struck the wall, knocking out a humanoid trace.

Long Suo snorted coldly, and several golden chains extended from the ground around him, and began to attack the nearby blood clans non-stop.

His chains have pale golden dragon patterns on them, which are much more delicate than the chains of the shelter, but they are also stronger than the chains of the shelter in terms of pure power, after all, if Wen Wen only uses the chains of the shelter now, he will definitely not be able to reach the combat power of the upper order realm.

Although Wen Wen did not make a move, it also had a very obvious impact on the situation of the battle, whenever a Bloodline wanted to attack, they would find that Gatlin's gun was already aimed at them, so that they had to start dodging in time, they did not dare to bet on whether Wen Wen would shoot or not.

In fact, Wen Wen held Gatling just for fun, because the Buddha said that Gatling could not keep up with Wen Wen's strength, coupled with the terrifying amount of ammunition, Wen Wen didn't buy bullets after the last use.

Now Wen Wen understands a little why the Einsatzgruppen wanted to use this thing as a reward for himself in the first place.

Once the strength exceeds a certain level, this thing is completely chicken, if the shelter can produce its own bullets, it is acceptable, and even Wen Wen is a little distressed when he buys it.

After a brief moment of intimidation, Wen Wen walked towards a mid-order strength blood clan, which had been pulled on the head by a chain of dragon ropes before, and his flowing hair had turned into the Mediterranean, and now he was healing his wounds in the back.

After seeing Wen Wen coming, he showed a frightened look, but the rest of the blood clan was entangled by the dragon and the two, and he was powerless to support him, so he gritted his teeth and turned into a bat, ready to escape first.

But he immediately found that his surroundings had been wrapped in pitch-black energy, and those little bats couldn't trap Wen Wen's palm no matter which way they flew.

Wen Wen smiled and said: "Don't be afraid, I just have a question I want to ask you, I can spare your life after asking, when will the Iliad come here?" ”

"No...... I don't know! "More than the gentle text in front of him, the Iliad terrified the bloodline.

"Tsk, a good boy can't lie......"

Wen Wen was just about to torture this guy, and the containment pendant on his chest was slightly hot, and it tended to get hotter and hotter, which meant that there was a strong enemy that Wen Wen couldn't resist, and it should be the Duke of the Iliad.

Tao Qingqing, who had been standing behind Wen Wen, suddenly covered her shoulders and knelt down, she could feel that there was a high-ranking blood clan coming in this direction, and the target was her, the class engraved in the bloodline, which made her full of fear of the upcoming character.

Long Suo and Ah Sir also stopped attacking at the same time, looking at the east vigilantly, and a breath full of blood was coming from far and near, unabashedly coming towards this side.

The hook-nosed old bloods showed an arrogant smile, as soon as Duke Stuart arrived, these three humans who dared to come and attack were doomed!

……

On the other side of the city, a tall man in a white bear skin carries a bottle of tea at 72 degrees Celsius and walks through the shantytown of Nîmes.

You read that right, it's 72 degrees of tea...... At least in the White Bear region, that's tea.

This man's name is Boyev, and he is an upper-order superpower from the White Bear region, who was famous for his love of fighting bears before he became a superpower, and after becoming a superpower, he has a powerful physical strength that is difficult for superpowers of the same level to achieve.

Boyev loved to fight from the heart, when he was a child he fought with the family dog, and when he was a young man he went to fight with wolves, and he was simply an idle character, so as soon as he came to the city of Nîmes, he came to the poorest place in the region.

The poorer the place, the easier it is to brew evil, and this is no exception, there is a huge Colosseum in the center of the shantytown, and the desperate can sign a contract with the Colosseum, and if you win, you can get enough money to change your fate, and if you lose, you can ...... If you lose, you will become the mouth of the beast.

That's right, this Colosseum is for people to fight beasts with their bare hands.

Poyev loved fighting beasts, but he didn't like to be watched like clowns, so he decided to destroy the Colosseum so that the owner of the Colosseum could try the thrill of fighting the beasts.

"Hello...... Pls are you a witcher. ”

Just as he was about to sign up, Boyev saw a sloppy man in a brown coat, clutching his clothes tightly and asking.

Boyev nodded, he didn't feel the slightest supernatural aura on this man's body, so he wasn't too vigilant.

The man smiled presumptuously: "Hello, I'm Stein. Macul, start by saying I'm sorry. ”

"Where are you sorry for me?" Boyev asked taking a step back.

Stein lifted his clothes, and an indescribable aura emanated from him: "I'm not a killer, but someone asked me to kill you...... So I'm sorry! ”

"you!"

Boyev immediately made a decision and punched Stein, but Stein did not mess up at all, dodged Boyev's fist with unimaginably fast speed, and quickly disappeared in front of him.

"Why is he so fast...... No, it's me who is slowing down! ”

Time seemed to stand still around Boyev, his thinking was even slowing down, and an unpleasant sound came from the corner of the wall, accompanied by a strange fog.

An indescribably misshapen creature crawled out of the corner and quickly approached Boyev.

Boyev had a great strength in his mouth, but he couldn't exert it, so he could only watch the monster approach him little by little, and aim a mouthpiece in the shape of a straw at his neck.