After running nearly 300 kilometers along the originally calculated route, Toville slowed down after confirming that no enemy soldiers were catching up. He stumbled into an abandoned hut with Livien on his back, and when he laid down his wife, Thorville could no longer hold it and fell to the ground.

He no longer had the strength to maintain his wolfish state, the silver hair was rapidly fading from his body, and the beast-like figure was rapidly shrinking, because his clothes had been torn by his violent body before, and when Towell returned to his original physique, his beautiful body carved out of marble was almost completely exposed to the air.

Losing the pressure of the wolfish muscles, several wounds on Tovel's chest and abdomen that had been cut by the kiss of the goddess of victory were also exposed, and blood continued to gush from his wounds, and if he was not treated, even with his bloodline, he would eventually die weakly.

"Wake up, dear, look at me......" Livian shook Towell's head with tears in her eyes, he had lost too much blood and had to find a way to stay awake, "you said you were going to protect me, don't go to sleep, please." ”

"I ...... It's okay...... Other...... Worried ...... "Even at this point, Thorville was able to maintain the last shred of consciousness, but he could only do that, a few simple words had caused blood to seep from the corners of his mouth, and the lake-blue pupils had darkened.

The wounds on his body must be healed first, and only by doing so can his life be saved. Realizing this, Livien rested Tovel's head on her thigh, and then pulled out the Roman Light from his waist with her backhand, the sword hanging from Tovel's crocodile leather waistband, the top materials and special production techniques allow the waistband to change with the changes of the body, even if the waist is expanded by three times after wolfing, the waist seal will not cause the waist seal to crack.

Livian picked up the Roman Light and inserted it into Thorville's body, the great pain made him can't help but let out a wail even in his confusion, "Bear with me, it'll be right away!" A gentle kiss on Thorville's forehead, Livian forced herself to calm down.

The reason why the wound could not heal was because of the effect of the "ban" on the Blood Clan's alchemy weapon, which remained on the incision and prevented the self-healing ability from being exerted. Livien's wrist moved violently, and she cut off a circle of tissue around the wound with great precision, and in order to prevent the metal refining from remaining on the internal organs, even the area around the internal organs was cut off by her!

After cutting a wound, Livian pulled out the light of Rome, and the tissues and internal organs that had been cut off under her control were also brought out by the blade, losing the support of the subject's self-healing ability, and the tissues that fell on the ground were sizzled by the metal-smelting burning sound remaining on them, and the irritating white mist emerged from the tissues, which was the toxicity of "forbidden".

The treated wound has a faint tendency to heal, but due to the previous large amount of blood loss and the "forbidden" poison of the remaining wound, Towell's self-healing ability has been infinitely suppressed, and in this case, he may die without waiting for the remaining wound to be treated.

"Hold on...... Livien said through gritted teeth, then sliced a vein in her right wrist, and slammed her wrist into Thorville's mouth, whose lips had turned pale. Controlling his heart to contract forcefully, a large amount of blood poured from her wrist into Thorwell's mouth, but fortunately he could still swallow passively, otherwise he would have choked and coughed up.

Blood entered the body, and Towell's suppressed self-healing ability was gradually activated, Livian did not dare to relax, and treated the remaining wounds on his body as quickly as possible, and then pressed the blood into her husband's mouth with all her strength! At least half of the blood was squeezed out by Livian, and with their support, the wounds on Tovier's body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and she finally relaxed when she saw this scene.

"It's alright, sir, it's alright. Livian said with tears in her husband's head, the expression on her face was complicated, obviously smiling, but with deep sadness. Tears slid down her face, leaving trails on her bloodstained and dusty face.

As the wound gradually healed, Towell's breathing began to become smoother. After such a difficult battle last night, coupled with the exhaustion caused by the third-order wolfification, he couldn't wake up for a while, but it didn't matter anymore, as long as his body recovered, it was only a matter of time before he woke up.

It was daytime, and there was no need to worry that Edward the Black Prince would catch up, so the two of them stayed quietly in this abandoned hut. As for the rescue that Ralgaita brought, they themselves would find a hidden position, and when the night came again, Ralcaita would follow and make peace with the two of them......

As for why Rocaeta suddenly came to the camp of the Black Prince Edward, of course, it was because of Livien's previous preparations. Although he has not had direct contact with Edward the Black Prince, Edward's reputation for brutality decades ago was even better than his name as the god of war.

Although it is unknown why he is called the "patron saint of the commoners", the woman's instincts make Livian feel that this person is not credible, and she is just taking fifty heavily armored knights to sign a pact, and if something happens, none of them can escape. Although the werewolf's single combat power is much stronger than that of vampires, the opponent's invasion of France this time is too terrifying, even if the number of human soldiers is not considered, the remaining vampire soldiers are still not something they can deal with.

This is true for werewolves, and it is true for vampires.

The viscount of the blood clan, who is also the ruler of the land of France, although the relationship between Rogaite and them is not very good in peacetime, will definitely not sit idly by when the army of the black prince Edward invades. Once Edward's forces break through to Bordeaux, the next target he is pointing at must be the Marseille region of Gaugaute!

The strength of the human race can be slowly broken through by the human race, and the potential threat of the blood clan to the black prince Edward is something he cannot sit idly by. At the same time, Ragaute is also reluctant to face the vampire army of the Black Prince Edward, he is a viscount like Torville, and he does not have much power in his own hands, and he lost his alchemy weapon in the ambush of the Dragon Duke by the secret party a long time ago, so his strength will be reduced a lot.

Even if he asked the clan for help now, Prince Broadley of the Snake could not give him much support, and after the tragic death of Prince Black Heron, the actions of the twelve clans of the secret party became more low-key.

In the face of a common enemy, the Viscount of Marseille easily agreed to Livien's request, which was also a helpless thing.

As long as Tovel is kept alive, Wolf's Castle will not fall, and the heroic lives lost in the melee will not be wasted......

The streets of Bordeaux are deserted now, and although the Black Plague has been brought under control, the massive death of the population has made the place lose its former color, and the plague doctor strides through the sparsely populated streets, the silver handles of walnut canes glistening in the sun.

He walked into a tavern.

It's a tavern, but it's a former tavern. No one had been here for quite some time, and the door of the hinged shop made of cypress wood was missing, and the remaining half was hanging crookedly on the door frame, looking like it might fall at any moment.

The inside of the tavern was unexpectedly cluttered, with dust that had accumulated for an unknown amount of time covering the floor, and a shallow footprint when stepped on, and the few tables that were left in a mess to the side, all revealing a sense of abandonment after the disaster.

Through the round lenses of the beak mask, the plague doctor could clearly see that the wine cabinet behind the bar was empty, but he didn't care about it, and walked straight to the tavernkeeper's usual stand, where there was a handle on the ground that opened to the entrance to the wine cellar. The tavern owners hide the most precious and good wines inside, and in these chaotic times, I believe that no one will covet these hidden treasures.

Sure enough, there were still a lot of old wines in the cellar, and the plague doctor found a few bottles of the most beautiful wine, and returned to the surface with them. Brushing the dust off the bar, the plague doctor put the wine on it, and untied his equipment one by one.

The mask of the bird's beak was ripped off by the plague doctor, and the gorgeous silver hair that had been restrained for a long time was draped over his shoulders, and he casually pulled out the oak cork that had been sealed in the dust for a long time, and couldn't wait for the process of sobering, and the plague doctor directly looked up to the sky and drank wildly. While drinking, he did not forget to use his other hand to flick the cork of several other bottles of wine, and his movements were as skilful as an old drunkard for decades.

In a dozen seconds, Vlad III had finished a bottle of fine Bordeaux wine, and he burped in satisfaction, allowing the aroma of fruit and wine to churn in his throat. His behavior was once despised by a certain drunkard priest, and by the way, the drunkard was not a priest at that time, but he still looked down on this kind of violent behavior.

"Sometimes, I want to hear your angry voice again. Vlad III smiled faintly, as if to speak to the air beside him. He threw away the bottle in his hand and picked up a bottle of wine again, and when he was about to drink it all, he hesitated, but still tasted it one by one.

Thousands of kilometers away from Romania, in the small town of Bordeaux, Vlad III, the "King of Blood", drank wine left behind in an abandoned tavern at an astonishing speed, a situation that would seem incredible to anyone, but it actually happened.

Although Vlad III drank so much, his consciousness was not paralyzed by alcohol at all, the body of a half-human, half-vampire was like this, and he couldn't even anesthetize himself with alcohol, but Vlad III's original purpose was not this.

He's just an alcoholic friend.

Stepping into this land again, his purpose is not simply to drink, he wants to retrieve the relics of his drunkard friend, and for this, he must find a partner who can cooperate.

Vlad III came alone this time, even his sword and the kiss of the goddess of radiance were left in Romania, and now he was wearing Old Jack's sword Allah, although this scimitar was not easy to use, but that kind of strong metal refining was what Vlad III needed.

In addition to that, he needs to hide his identity. If you take the kiss of the goddess of radiance and snatch the kiss of the goddess of victory, you will not be found out, so using Allah is the best option in this case.