The sword was already back in his hands, and Vlad III could have left directly, but he didn't. The sins committed by Edward the Black Prince cannot be paid with one arm alone, and if he walks away like this, then revenge will seem too cheap.

"Whether it's you, or your father, including your clan, you're the target of my revenge, wait, wait for the blackened corpse to be burned by the flames of revenge. Vlad III said as he wiped the blade of the Goddess of Victory's kiss, his blood pupils glowing with a terrifying red glow.

He used a flannel cloth to carefully wipe every line on the sword's body, especially the black hilt, which was the object of his attention...... Just as he was sharpening his sword, there was a sudden knock on the door, and then Lancelot's voice came in: "Lord Vlad, may I come in?"

Although he didn't know what Lancelot was doing at this time, Vlad III still said: "Of course, please come in." ”

The door was gently pushed open, and Lancelot, who had taken off his heavy armor, walked in in his black regular clothes, his face was still a little pale, presumably because he had just healed his wound.

"Your Excellency. Lancelot said with a deep bow, then closed the door.

"Aren't you going to get some rest at such a late hour? Vlad III said lightly, and easily inserted the polished kiss of the goddess of victory back into the scabbard.

"It's out of the way, thank you for your concern. Lancelot said, taking out two wine glasses from behind him and placing them on the small dining table in the room, "I was a little hasty in preparing before, I forgot to prepare glasses for you, I hope you will forgive me." ”

Vlad III waved his hand, then picked up the bottle and poured the blood into two glasses, one of which he handed to Lancelot: "You don't have to say that, I appreciate everything you have arranged, drink it, it will be good for your recovery." ”

"Thank you. Lancelot said as he took the cup and touched it lightly with Vlad III.

"Have you counted the casualties tonight?" asked Vlad III, taking a symbolic sip of the blood from the cup.

"How do you know I'm talking about this?" Lancelot was a little surprised, but nodded anyway, "Yes, there are about three hundred casualties on our side, but most of them are Viscount Gaugaute's subordinates, and the Black Prince Edward's side probably has more than nine hundred dead, and the nobles with titles have probably died three ......"

Vlad III nodded quietly, but there was a faint doubt in his heart: "I didn't expect your werewolves to be so strong in combat, and you can withstand the frontal impact of the Black Prince Edward when the number of people is much smaller than that of Rongaute, which is really admirably powerful." ”

"You're in for a treat. Lancelot modestly said, "We were able to achieve this result in large part because of your arrangement, my lord, and if you hadn't tricked those damn vampires into the fire, they wouldn't have been able to withdraw so quickly." ”

Vlad III quietly looked into Lancelot's eyes between drinking blood, the latter's eyes were full of sincerity, not like lying, but Vlad III always felt that something was not right.

"Do you have any doubts?" Lancelot asked curiously, watching Vlad III fall into deep thought with his wine glass in his hand.

"I'm thinking about my next step, the difference between the forces of the enemy and us is too great for even a brief victory to achieve decisive results......," Vlad III said as he opened the thick flannel curtain and looked at the fading moonlight. Of course he is a liar, if he wants to achieve a decisive result, he can directly infiltrate the camp of the Black Prince Edward, and kill a neurotic pervert without knowing it with the ability of his clone, it is too easy.

But this is not in line with Vlad III's plan, he wants revenge, if it is just to kill this bastard it would be too boring, that kind of heart-crushing pain, you must let this bastard experience it for himself, and then die in madness!

"What a beautiful full moon. Vlad III exclaimed as he gulped the blood from his glass, but Lancelot's expression changed behind him.

"Do you already know?" asked Lancelot tentatively, already putting down the cup in his hand, the expression on his face a little incredulous.

Vlad III nodded and continued to look at the full moon in the sky, leaving only his back to Lancelot behind him.

"Now that Mistress Tóvel has told you, I have nothing to hide. As he spoke, Lancelot filled his cup with blood, "We werewolves are the true Moon Clan, and the light of the full moon will give more power, which is a gift hidden in the bloodline, and a unique symbol of our race. ”

"What a gift. Vlad III stood in front of the window and said, but with a look of consternation on his face, he thought that Lancelot was referring to Thorville's control of the full moon and celestial phenomena, but he did not expect what he said to be so shocking.

"Under the light of the full moon, our physical fitness will be multiplied, and this is different from the bonus brought by wolfification, for high-level bloodline werewolves will hardly produce the will to kill, almost a perfect tonic to increase strength. ”

"Yes, I, who are also members of the blood clan, are a little envious of your talent, after all, there are too few ways to improve your strength, and it depends heavily on the outside, and it is not safe enough. Vlad III stretched his left hand to the moon in the sky through the window, as if trying to hold it in his hands.

"You've overdone it, my lord. Although you don't have the ability of this gift, the dragon blood in your body has already destined you to be strong, although the power of the full moon and wolfification can be stacked, but I still envy your almost natural strength. Lancelot said respectfully, this is indeed what he is saying, whether it is for the respect of the strong or for Vlad III's help to Wolf's castle, it is not an exaggeration to receive such appreciation.

Moreover, Lancelot vaguely felt that even Tovir, who was wolfed under the full moon, seemed to be on an equal footing with the vampire duke in front of him. Although I don't know what kind of monster Vlad III is with dragon blood, it is certain that his true abilities are definitely much more powerful than what is exposed in front of him!

It's a blessing to be an ally with someone like that.

"I didn't expect you to handle not only the affairs of the castle just right, but also to speak so well, no wonder Thornville would let you manage Wolf Castle together. Vlad III turned and held out the glass in his hand, which still contained about a third of the blood, just enough to hold red wine.

Lancelot understood, stretched out his glass and touched Vlad III lightly, and then the two drank the blood in the glass together.

In the gap between sippings, Vlad III narrowed his eyes into a slit, his gaze peering through his long eyelashes into the far corner, not knowing what he was thinking. As for Thorville's concealment of the full moon, he didn't plan to ask anything now, but this news was quite a bit of information for the secret party, and I believe that the woman who invited him to join the secret party would like it.

Under the distant sky, the horizon was dyed white little by little by the rising sun, and under this light, the full moon in the night sky gradually lost its look.

As it turned out, the Black Prince Edward's order to retreat was correct, and when all of their men withdrew to the camp, the golden sunlight covered everything on the ground. The morning sun wasn't blazing, but it had a sacred aura that made vampires uncomfortable, even in a tent.

"Damn bastard!" Edward the Black Prince scolded angrily, his left fist slamming into the walls of the tunnels, which had already become dry, and the cobweb-like cracks instantly burst under his punches.

Edward the Black Prince waved his left fist like crazy, and the dull sound sounded like a giant's gasp in the tunnel, until the clod of dirt above his head fell on his shoulder and body, and the Black Prince Edward let out a sigh of relief, and slowly lowered his remaining left arm.

Pinkie was holding a ten-year-old child in his hands, and the child's eyes were filled with tears of horror, and although he didn't understand what was going on in the darkness, the man's roar and violent impact tore at his will like a monster's minions.

The terrifying loud noise finally stopped, and Edward, the Black Prince, walked to Pinkie's side with dull steps. He snatched the child from Becky's hand with a blank face, and then pinned the child against the wall and bit off his neck. Blood poured out of the gap, and warm bubbles flowed into the mouth of Edward, the Black Prince, who drank the fresh blood almost frantically, and the section of his right arm gradually changed.

The muscles at the section surged rapidly, and five small granulations soon grew at the end of the severed arm, and with the intake of blood, the severed arm was extended, and the granulations on it were also growing rapidly, and there were segments. The tender granules looked like a baby's fingers, and at this moment, Edward the Black Prince looked like a terrible deformity!

The blood was quickly drunk by him, but his right arm had grown less than half of its original size, especially the immature little hands on it, which could not even grasp the most basic ones.

Edward, the black prince, angrily stuffed the corpse in his hand into the wall of the tunnel, and then hit Bi Qi in the face with his backhand, with so much force, that he directly hit the unsuspecting Bi Qi to the ground: "You stupid pig! How can the blood of a pariah be enough to grow back into his arm? As a maid, she can't even do such a trivial thing, get out!"

Edward, the Black Prince, cursed angrily, then slammed his newborn's arm against the wall. However, the newly grown arm was too immature, and although there was a latent mark on the wall, the fingers that had grown out of difficulty were also deformed.