Don't suck blood easily in the future......

Hiding in a dark corner of a tree trunk, Jory rested for a long time before digesting the emotions and memory fragments in the teenager's blood.

Relieved, Jory smiled indifferently again, and he muttered triumphantly, "It turns out that I am a lifeform that can refine rare spell marks, no wonder those people see me like flies see...... Bah! I'm a. ”

With a snort, Jory snorted smugly, crouching down to check on the injuries to his arm and shoulder.

Jory is an optimistic person by nature, for troublesome things, painful things, Jory will ignore them for a while, and he never thinks about the problems he can't solve at the last moment, so he looks like a heartless person, a typical scar and forget the pain.

Jory, who was still optimistic, didn't know at this time that he had been targeted by a legendary powerhouse.

If he is just a simple little minion, then it's nothing, it is estimated that most of the strong people with status and status are too lazy to pay attention to a little minion like him, but the rare spell mark physique that makes him get carried away is a treasure with unknown potential, and he can't refer to the spell mark that can be refined to defy the sky.

The ability system of the curse seal is mostly the mid-to-high-end strength of the Camelot witchers, and it is one of the backbone of their resistance to the invasion of Castlevania. However, people who use spell seals are rare in Castlevania, for the simple reason that the evil creatures of Castlevania don't need them. The curse mark is the power extracted from their bodies after killing them, and the power and effect after refining it are only one-third, why bother to pursue such a thing, unless someone is interested in the existence of the spell mark, or a few spell marks with special effects.

The creatures of Castlevania, including Jory and these traversers, the ultimate they pursue is a noble bloodline, a strong soul, the more noble and ancient the bloodline, the greater the growth, and even some super bloodlines, at the beginning of the most vulnerable period, they are already real demons, a crushing forty or fifty mortals and semi-demons.

As for the strong soul, it is the source of their strength.

Castlevania pursues bloodlines and souls, while Camelot pursues what is currently known as curse marks, fighting spirit, and magic, and the power systems of the two are not the same thing at all.

"Hmm...... What should we do now? Jory grabbed his head and looked left and right.

After a while, he had an idea, and he silently said to the coat of arms: "Hey, what other functions do you have, tell me in one breath." I'll give you 20 souls, hehe, how's that? ”

The tone of this speech is a bit weird, the smile on Jory's face at this moment is as obscene as it gets, his eyebrows are raised, and the corners of his mouth are grinning, if there is a cute little girl of six or seven years old in front of him......

Jory seems to have treated heraldic as if he were a real person communicating with it, entertaining himself, regardless of whether heraldic would answer him or not.

Heraldic didn't seem to understand Jory's question and didn't convey any response.

"Okay, then you tell me, what's suitable for my bloodline, it's better to be able to sneak, hehe......"

When questioned, Jory's saliva was dripping.

"Low-level shadow fiends, shadow creatures that can melt themselves into the darkness."

"Low-level night demons, flesh creatures, can obscure vision."

"Low-level dark elves, flesh creatures, naturally light and sensitive, good at matching with concealment."

Qiao Li wiped his saliva, glared and said, "It's not normal, why are you suddenly so simple?" Isn't there a charge this time, huh...... It seems that no matter what it is, there will be a few days every month that are not normal. ”

"Warning! Host-host compatibility decreases! Warn! Please stop harassing the host, malicious harassment will reduce the compatibility between the host and the host! When the fit drops below 30%, the host will voluntarily leave the host! ”

“…… Make no mistake! ”

In fact, Jory also knew that he couldn't ask any useful answers, so he couldn't bear the pressure in his heart and used these tasteless words to vent himself.

Killing, sucking blood, repressing, Jory left it all behind.

Ay...... Qiao Li suddenly wanted to say that life is really lonely as snow.

"Life is really lonely...... Yes!!! ”

The neck was suddenly grabbed by five steely fingers, and Jory only lost his mind for a moment, and his body was lifted off the ground.

A stunning shadow suddenly appeared, black hair flying, and the indifferent woman grabbed Jory's neck with one hand, and lifted him in the air as soon as she raised her arm! Jory is like a chicken, being carried in the hands of the other party!

In this deliberately searched corner, Jory barely felt anyone approaching him! If it weren't for the other party taking the initiative to attack him, Jory probably wouldn't have felt that there was someone who had been standing behind him for a long time!!

From Jory talking to himself to the coat of arms, to his lewd chuckle and talking to himself, this person has been standing behind him like air!!

Camelot's legendary powerhouse, this slightly stronger demon, no one doesn't know the name of this woman, and no one dares to treat her as a woman, Camelot's Terran supreme hero - Rose Knight, Enola!

"Filthy creatures."

As soon as he spoke, Enola's voice reached Jory's ears, short and direct words, unabashedly revealing his attitude. And most importantly, the language Enola spoke, she spoke tadpole as Jory could understand!

The people of Camelot couldn't understand the tadpole language of Castlevania, and the people of Castlevania couldn't understand Camelo's weird language, and Jory's point of view was instantly broken by this woman with a strong aura with a single sentence! I don't know if it has an inexplicable psychic effect, when Jory's view that the two forces cannot communicate was broken, his psychological defense line was also broken at the same time, and he was paralyzed by this legendary powerhouse in his hands.

He stared at the woman with round eyes, and he really felt that her hand grasping his neck was getting tighter and tighter! It's almost terrifying muscle power for Jory, and it can crush Jory's neck without any effort!

Bone strengthening? Joke! What about the bone strengthening and the body of the plague corpse, as long as this woman wants to do it, she can easily break hundreds of bones in Jory's body like sugar cane!

This woman's aura, her momentum, no longer needs to be set off with brilliant magical light and fighting energy, nor does she need to deliberately release a murderous aura, it is like a shadow when she does not move, and after she releases her sense of existence, even Jori, a rookie who has just come to Castlevania for a few days, can clearly feel this unrivaled power, and the momentum has almost reached a substantial level, and the soil under her feet seems to be trembling.

I'm dead. There was no reason, but Jory knew very clearly in his mind that he had no chance of being spared at the hands of this woman. Qiao Li looked at the unknown strong man in the sleeveless vest, he didn't have any heart to pay attention to the beauty of this strong man, at this moment, his brain was blank, and his eyes were blank.

"Whoosh!"

The moment Enola retreated, she grabbed Jori's wrist, the mark on her skin blurred for a moment, and in an instant it turned into another mark, she let go and pulled back, as if she was grabbing the air and pulling, and then the dark red smoke in Enola's hand surged, and the dark red smoke threads wrapped around Jory's body.

Holding the smoke thread and pulling, Jory was tied up in a sturdy knot.

The next moment, Enola grabbed the dark red smoke of nothingness in her hand with one hand and tightened Jory with the silk thread connected by this smoke.

Tied up, did not kill Jory.

"If you don't kill me, what does she want to do?!"

Pulling at the silk thread that bound Jory, Enola glanced at the distant castle in the polar night sky, then lowered her head, stepped out of her open-toed loafers, and walked forward at the speed of an ordinary person.

Jory was pulled by her, and took a step forward without resistance, but he didn't adapt to the balance after tying his body, and he stumbled and fell down, and Enola didn't look back at him, pulling the dark red thread at the same speed, dragging Jory all the way down. Jory fell to the ground and was pulled out by her for a long distance, and he struggled twice on the ground, the dark red silk threads on his body were obviously insubstantial smoke, and they felt stronger than iron ropes to Jory.

If it was just to bind the body, at this time Jory was not only tied up, he silently called out a coat of arms in his heart, and his call was like a stone sinking into the sea! The coat of arms seemed to disappear and there was no response! Cut off all possibilities for Jory to save himself, and he can't even issue a commission through heraldry!

The pale Jory, maybe the shoulder injury is not healed, or it may be that he is depressed, he finally rubbed up from the ground, Jory trembled and kept looking at the ground under his feet, and without saying a word to adapt to the unbalanced walking posture. Enola holds the source of the thread that binds Jori, and as long as she doesn't let go, there is no way for Jory to escape.

After a while, Jory peeked into Enola's back in horror and felt like a dream. He has only been in this world for a week, and he doesn't know who the other party is, so strong that the momentum alone can already affect the material structure, and such a strong person was actually caught by her.

Enola, who was holding the silk thread, had a strange color flashing in her eyes from time to time, and finally, she took out a pocket birdcage. Pulling out a quill, Enola wrote a note belonging to Camelot, then released a half-fist-sized ultra-small bird, stuffing it into a cylinder on the bird's leg.

After the bird flies into the sky, its body gradually becomes transparent, as if it is integrated with the sky, if it is not for the bird itself to hit something, it is difficult for others to find its tracks, and the degree of secrecy in flight ensures a low chance of being discovered by other creatures.

Time flies, I don't know how long it took, in a simple tent at least 500 kilometers away, the white-haired old man stretched out his hand, caught a small bird, took out a note from the cylinder on its leg, looked at it, wrote down a paragraph, stuffed it back into the cylinder, and released the bird.

"I've found an unknown rare spell mark, you come and receive it, the location, the border between the Dark Forest and the River of Nayin."

"No, this mission is extremely important, avoid any attention from the demon, you always keep your whereabouts hidden, and don't show up until the critical moment of the mission. Keep the demon in your hand, don't refine the soul to arouse the vigilance of the demon cave, and bring the demon back after completing the task. ”

After a long wait, Enola, far away in the dark forest, retrieved the bird, and after reading the two paragraphs on the note, she crumpled it into a paper ball and threw it away. Enola, she still walked in the jungle without concealing her whereabouts, holding the dark red silk thread, pulling Jory deep into the dark forest.

Behind them, crumpled notes lay silently on the ground, and a line of writing could still be seen on the surface of the paper, which according to Camelot's language means "to hide your whereabouts".

…… The note was thrown on the side of the road by Enola as garbage.