"Retreat! retreat!" Billy yelled through the chaotic crowd with his hammer in hand, and beside him, two werewolves howled and pounced. The silver brilliance slammed into the werewolves' chests, smashing them out hard, "Even though I only have one arm left, it's not something you low-level wolf cubs can touch, get out!"

With one hand, he wielded a war hammer and smashed the werewolves in front of him one by one, opening a passage for the vampires behind him. Under his leadership, the army of vampires gradually retreated backwards.

Another rain of arrows rained down from the sky, falling into the frenzied werewolves with a piercing roar, but with the wolfification bonus, such an attack would not do much damage to them.

"Isn't it too late to retreat!" Trotville fell from the sky like a meteorite, his huge body smashing in front of Billy, splashing the dust of the canopy. His body was covered with muscular muscles, just like Hercules in ancient Greek mythology.

"Stay with Sobies!"

Thornville roared, and the swollen sound wave spread out in all directions like a shock, and the light of Rome collided with Billy's warhammer like lightning in the sky.

The jet of air emptied the ground beneath the two of them, and a twig-like crack spread under Billy's feet, blood flowing down the blade of the Roman Light, and Billy's face was covered with bruises. Although he used the warhammer to block the slash of the blade, the tremendous force was beyond the limit of what he could withstand with one hand, and the blade of the Roman Light pressed against the warhammer and fell on his shoulder, leaving a cut in the sharp blade in an instant.

If it weren't for the warhammer in Billy's hand that took most of the power, this blow alone would have split his body in half!

"Damn!" Billy roared as he redirected the hammer and used all his strength to direct Thorville's attack to the ground. With a loud roar, the light of Rome left a deep sword mark on the ground.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Billy stepped on the side of the Roman Light and pushed his body far away. At the same time, a new wave of arrows rained down on the place where the two were fighting, temporarily blocking Tovel's offensive.

"Retreat!" Billy shouted as he fell back to the ground, and fled in the direction of the camp. He only has one arm left now, and there is only one way to die if he continues to fight with Torville, "It's just a viscount, why do you have this level of strength, damn it......"

The sentry arrows in the night sky rang out one after another, and the vampires from the other three directions also noticed this, and in order to save time, they retreated directly from the main entrance of Wolf Castle, which in turn reduced the pressure on the vampires fighting at the main entrance.

Vlad III's body froze in the midst of the enemy army, and then leaped high in the direction of the castle. While his body was still in mid-air, he had already withdrawn the kiss of the goddess of victory, and then Allah in his hand burst out with dazzling alchemy lines, and the power of his whole body poured into this ominous blade almost violently, and the scorching breath burst out from above it again, Vlad III lifted Allah above his head with both hands, and then roared and slashed the scimitar into the air!

The crescent-shaped blade seemed to be the enormous blade of Allah, falling towards the ground with a fiery breath. This terrifying blow carried endless coercion, and the low-level blood slaves even lost the courage to escape. The flame-like sword burst out, like sunlight suddenly appearing on the earth, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"Heavy-armored wolf cavalry, retreat!" Thorville let out a long howl and shouted to his soldiers. This was the signal that Vlad III had agreed with them, and such a bright sword would attract the attention of most people, so as to give them enough time to retreat.

The blades erupted on the ground, a violent shock wave tearing at everything around them, and the vampires tainted by the breath watched as their bodies dissipated in the light, and more fled from the center of the explosion as if fleeing the plague.

"What a sight. ”

Vlad III quietly returned to the city after swinging the sword, and Allah's physical exertion was terrifying, and even he could only use such a slash three times in a day. Once this limit is exceeded, the devastating sword will get out of control and even consume the master who holds Allah......

That's why Old Jack didn't attack so hard until he died.

That guy can be said to be the one who knows this knife best, and even as a prince, he has such scruples about Allah, which shows even more about the horror of this knife. However, only such a knife can burst out with the most powerful force among the hosts, which is why it is used.

A huge cut appeared on the ground in front of the main gate of the castle, and there were still some burns left on the section of the cut, taking advantage of the explosion of the knife, both sides of the centaurs accelerated back to their camps, and the Black Prince Edward's side rushed towards the original camp without stopping.

"After all, it's kept, this time. Thorville's voice appeared behind Vlad III, and with a slight tiredness, he put his hand on the cold buttress and looked at the army of vampires in the distance.

"Shouldn't the Viscount be happier, you have just driven away an enemy several times your size. Vlad III turned around and tore the mangled cloak from his body. His silver hair was exposed to the cold night wind, and he let it dance in the moonlight, and the moonlight hit his face through the strands of his hair, and the shadow of his hair obscured a faint smile.

"What the adults are saying is that it's really exciting. Towell said, suddenly howling with emotion. The melodious howl of wolves was like the spark for a bonfire, and more wolf howls soon resonated with him from other parts of Wolfe Castle.

Under the silver moonlight, Wolf's Castle, slightly damaged by the fire, looked like a wolf city, filled with loud cries.

"Can't you just be quiet, stupid dog, it's a shame for us to have a wonderful night ruined by Edward the Black Prince's bastard and you. Rongaite came up with a blood-stained spear and sarcastically mocked Tovel's long whistle.

He dropped his spear on the ground of the wall, and sat down against the wall.

"It seems that the situation tonight is not bad, and there are not a single casualty among the main personnel. Vlad III put the kiss of the goddess of victory on the wall and said lightly, without saying anything to Rongaite. Although he has joined the secret party, there are only a few people who know about it, and the deeper the most special card is hidden, the better the final effect will be......

"Aren't you going to go back to rest?" asked Rogait, bowing her head.

"I've got to make sure that bastard really retreated before I could do that, so I miss that bastard a little bit for the bastard who acted recklessly when he didn't agree with him, even though he was a bastard at heart. Torville said lightly, and the cold blood pupil also returned to the blue eyes of the lake, and the retreat distance of the enemy army had exceeded the observation range of the blood pupil, so there was no need to continue to maintain it.

"The relationship between the two viscounts is really good and enviable, although none of you present are human. Vlad III looked at the two of them, Tovel and Rongait, and said, "In that case, the future vigil will be handed over to the two of you, and I will go back and rest first." ”

"No problem, leave it to us, please enjoy this rare relaxation. Thornville bowed to Vlad III and said that if it weren't for Vlad III's plan, I'm afraid that Wolfe Castle would have been bloodied several times by the army of the Black Prince Edward.

Vlad III nodded, then took the kiss of the goddess of victory and walked down the city walls. On the one hand, the frivolous thing of the vigil is not in his sphere of interest, and on the other hand, he has just recaptured his best friend's saber and needs to wipe it down......

"I didn't say that I would keep a vigil for him, so let's do less of this kind of substitution for others in the future, otherwise I won't be able to spare you. He said coldly with one leg propped up, but he didn't mean to leave. It was about two hours before the sun rose, and he couldn't sleep listening to the roars of the werewolves.

"Let's talk about it if there is a day, but for now, I want to have a drink first. Tovel stroked the wound on the wall and said, "By the way, do you want it?" ”

"I won't work for you in vain, I want women's blood, and don't forget to add ice. ”

Vlad III returned to the room that Lancelot had arranged for him, and the windows of the room were covered with thick flannel curtains, which could not penetrate even the blazing sunlight during the day, but looked a little oppressive at night.

In the center of the room was a single dining table, with a budding wild rose, which had not been done before, and seemed to have been specially arranged during his absence.

In addition to the flowers used for decoration on the table, there was also a small wine bottle, which was said to be a wine bottle, but there was a scarlet viscous liquid flowing inside, needless to say, it was also known to be blood. Vlad III had little interest in blood unless it was necessary, and a well-grilled steak was much more appealing to him than that.

He walked straight past the table, then pulled out the long-cherished kiss of the goddess of victory and studied it carefully. The sword resembling the kiss of the goddess of radiance has a silver color flowing on its body, which is the masterpiece of the Oriental alchemist, killing two metals with different properties and giving new life, and the result is a "refining" beyond the concept!

Carefully stroking the lines of the blade, Vlad III seemed to still feel the scorching heat of the furnace when refining the sword, but the sword body similar to the kiss of the goddess of radiance transmitted a different aura, which was the crimson feeling of killing.