After drinking all the wine, Vlad III left his beak mask and walking stick in the cellar of the tavern, which would have prevented him from being questioned too much on the way, but since he was in Bordeaux, there was no need to continue to hide his identity.

It's so close to Wolf Castle that you can get there before it gets dark, even if you don't have to fly over it in a bat clone. The fewer people who know about this ability, the better, so Vlad III still chose to walk over.

In the evening, Vlad III finally came to the vicinity of Wolf Castle, and instead of going straight in, he waited until it was completely dark before knocking on the castle gates.

"Who's knocking?" shouted a man from the gap in the female wall from the corner tower on the side of the castle gate. Although he only showed half of his body, Vlad III saw the hard crossbow he was holding in his hand.

"Let Viscount Tovel come to me. Vlad III said lightly, his voice was not loud, but it contained unquestionable majesty.

"Lord Viscount is not in the castle right now, please go back. The gatekeeper shouted, "If you want to see the Viscount, please tell me your name, and I will tell him when the Lord returns." ”

It was a bit of a surprise to Vlad III that Tovir was not in his castle at this time, but if he could be let go, he would not be worthy of being king of Romania.

"No, you don't need to know my name, I'll wait for him in the castle. Vlad III said indifferently, and the figure hidden under the cloak moved. With his toes on the ground, Vlad III's body instantly rose into the air, the air swept through his body, and his black cloak was opened, he was like a huge black crow in the night sky, easily jumped onto the roof of the castle, and before the gatekeeper could wake up from the shock, Vlad III had already jumped off the top of the castle.

"Someone has infiltrated the castle!" the gatekeeper's rugged voice mixed with the ringing of alarm bells came from the corner tower, and the otherwise quiet Wolf Castle was awakened almost instantly.

Even without looking with his eyes, Vlad III could perceive the myriad voices of the Suoso hidden in the darkness around him.

This is the real "wolf's den"!

A huge sound of breaking the air came from behind him, and Vlad III turned sideways, and a giant meteor hammer with a diameter of fifty centimeters roared past his original position, and the head of the meteor hammer was full of sharp spikes three inches long, which were controlled by the thick chain of thumbs and smashed into the distance, making a huge sound.

"It's kind of interesting. Vlad III smiled slightly, and jerked the thick chain that was stretched straight with his hand, and the hammer head in the distance flew backwards in the same direction at a faster speed, and as for what happened after that, the sound of bones breaking not far behind him said it all.

Solve one, Vlad III rushed out in front of two strong men wielding iron rods, the iron rods the thickness of the baby's arms in their hands like ordinary wooden sticks, but the whining sound on the iron rods is not something ordinary wooden rods can make.

The iron rods that came from both sides did not hit Vlad III's body, and the seemingly indestructible iron rods were caught alive by his hands, and then grasped in his hands. The two brawny men shouted to pull the rods back, but they remained unmoved, as if they had grown in Vlad III's hands.

The heart beat violently, and Vlad III opened his eyes again, and the blood pupils were already bright and terrifying. His arms twisted at the same time, and the two iron rods instantly bent into a bow. The two werewolves dropped their twisted iron rods at the same time, and each threw a huge fist, and Vlad III did not dodge it, and both fists were also struck.

The fists collided, and a fierce wind pressure came out of it, blowing away Vlad III's long silver hair. The two werewolves smashed out as if they had been hit by a battering ram, leaving long marks on the ground.

Vlad III gently brushed his long silver hair, then smiled at the werewolves who were swarming in, holding all sorts of weapons and forming a circle around him.

"Looks good, what about your leader?" Vlad III asked faintly, looking around.

The surrounding werewolves did not answer, they seemed to be waiting for something, just surrounded Vlad III in the middle and did not attack. Although these guys' blood pupils flickered, they didn't turn into wolves, they should be afraid of destroying the castle, after all, the power of wolfing is too terrifying, and if you are not careful, you may cause serious damage.

"Lord Viscount is out, who is Your Excellency, and why did you sneak into Wolf Castle?" The dense crowd suddenly cracked a gap, and the heavily armored knights entered through the gap in line, the knight at the head did not wear a helmet, his loose short hair was tied back casually, and a slightly curled strand hung down his forehead, looking a little unruly.

"I am Lancelot, the deputy head of the Black Wolf Knights, and I am in charge of Wolfcastle in the absence of Lord Thorville, so please explain your intentions. The knight at the head added.

"Little ghost, you can't do this thing, since Toville is not here, I will wait here for him to come back. Vlad III grinned.

"Forgive me for not being able to accede to your request until you have shown your sincerity. Lancelot said without humility or arrogance, "Lord Tovel has appointed me to be responsible for the security of the castle, and if you cannot explain your identity, then I will only be offended." ”

Lancelot spoke, and the knights behind him instantly pulled out the weapons on their waists, and the broad-bladed heavy swords were raised high by them, and an awe-inspiring aura came from the bodies of these knights.

And then. ”

A small silver object was thrown by Vlad III, and Lancelot subconsciously caught it, it was a quaint silver ring, and on the huge ring was a wild dragon with wings ready to fly!

"Put away your weapons!" After a brief moment of astonishment, Lancelot dismounted from his horse, walked up to Vlad III, and respectfully returned the ring to him. Although the people around him did not know what was happening, they still obeyed Lancelot's orders.

It can be seen that this guy has a high prestige in Wolf Castle, and it is no wonder that Towell will let him help manage the affairs of the castle.

"May I ask which lord of that clan are you?" Lancelot asked respectfully as he stood in front of Vlad III, although there is a gap between werewolves and vampires, the strong will be treated with due respect wherever they are.

"Let's find a quiet place first, there are too many people here. Vlad III said, "I said I would wait for Tovel to return." ”

"It's rude, I'll arrange it. Lancelot said apologetically, then beckoned to one of the knights on the side, and after a few low words, the knight nodded, and then dispersed the crowd around him.

When everyone was almost gone, Lancelot said respectfully: "My lord, please come with me, I will arrange the best room for you, and please don't mind what happened just now." ”

Vlad III nodded indifferently, and then led by Lancelot to the depths of Wof's castle, as long as he had the help of Thorville, I believe that his plan would be easier to implement......

In an abandoned hut far from Wolf's Castle, Toville finally woke up from a deep sleep, his bloody pupils lit from the moment he opened his eyes, and his eyes were filled with a thirst for food.

"Your Excellency, you're awake. Livien's voice came from beside him, and there was a palpable joy in her tone, and Towell softened for a few seconds before he saw his wife's familiar face.

Thornville struggled to sit up from his wife's arms, his mind full of memories of himself. The owner of that memory was not him, and there was still a faint sweetness in his mouth, "It seems that the time after I passed out caused you a lot of trouble." Clearing the mess in his head, Thornville looked at Livian apologetically and smiled bitterly.

"You are my husband, and taking care of you is what I should do. Livi soothed her husband's blonde hair and said, "How do you feel about your body, is there anything else uncomfortable?"

After a simple movement of his body, Thorville frowned and shook his head: "The wound is fine, but the sequelae left after the wolfification are still there, but it doesn't matter, this symptom will disappear soon after eating......"

Although wolfification can greatly improve the various qualities of the body, it also has a lot of burden on the werewolf itself, and this ability is equivalent to tearing and reconstructing the body from the inside, and the pain in it can only be known to those who have experienced it.

"It's okay, it's dark now, if we continue to stay here we may be in danger, let's go back to the castle first. Livian said, holding one of Towell's arms to help him get to his feet.

Thornville stretched out his other hand and gently stroked his wife's face, wiping the dust and marks off her face: "I said that I would stand in front of you and protect you, but I turned out to be protected by you, I am probably the most failed husband......

"We're just being calculated, and in that situation, no one can do better than you, take it easy, okay?"

Thornville shook his head and didn't speak. He was still feeling sorry for the warriors who had died, and if he had seen through the tricks of Edward the Black Prince, or had succeeded in killing him, then they might not have died in front of him one by one.

After being silent for a long time, Thornville patted his wife on the shoulder: "Let's go, go back first and then find a way, I won't let my subordinates die in vain, sooner or later, I will make that bastard pay with my own hands!"

The two snuggled up to each other and walked out of the hut, the dark blue night sky twinkling with stars pointing them in the right direction. The cold evening breeze blew in all directions, and the surrounding leaves rattled, and Thornville's expression was a little strange, but he didn't say anything.

"Are you feeling unwell?" asked Livian with concern, the symptoms of wolfing sometimes lasted for days without food supplements, and it was really unpleasant.

"I'm fine, don't worry. Thornville said, looking a little embarrassed. He wasn't like this because of the after-effects, his upper body was now completely naked, and his pants were only knee-length because of the wolf's swelling legs, and the trouser legs were as wide as a Scottish skirt, and the cold wind poured into them, and the feeling was very uncomfortable in some parts......