Chapter 43 Bloodline

"What?" As if understanding the fool he had received, Tarrant hurried to the tombstone, where two lines of small letters were clearly engraved on the cracked stele: Gloria, 30th day of the melting snow. (Please remember our)

She had already died, Tarrant swallowed, in front of a strange girl, seriously looking for someone who had been dead for a few months, this time it was so stupid, he said, "Hmm...... It seems that this is a prank", next time he will have to learn to be smart and figure out the situation first.

Kiraweton put his hand on the knight's shoulder, "The villagers shut him out of the hut for a reason," with a smug prescient preference in his words.

"Did Albert ask you to come?" the pale girl asked suddenly, her calm expression completely unaffected by the prank.

"You know him?" Tarrant had lost trust in the initiator.

"He's not in his right mind," the girl recounted in a feeble voice, moving forward, "he likes Gloria, but no one likes him, and no matter how much food he sends him, Gloria won't be interested in him." ”

Kira Veton snorted, "Kira Velton is always right. ”

"What's going on here?" Tarrant pointed to Gloria's grave, "her body was exhumed, and the graves of others were destroyed", there were too many weird things in the village to explain, "what are the villagers afraid of?, where did the wolves come from?"

"Hehehe", a disobedient smile appeared on the girl's cold face, "they are here, never left." ”

"What?" was incomprehensible, and Tarrant looked down to confirm that the tomb was empty, that the body buried by Melting Snow Moon could not be completely decomposed, and that perhaps there was something wrong with the girl's thinking, he guessed.

The girl's fingers scraped the tip of her nose, it was a dry white hand, but its fingertips had sharp, yellow-brown nails, like those used by underground creatures to dig.

"Ahh

Strange clues quickly joined lines, and Tarrant suddenly thought of the fingerprints on the tree, and the girl's nails could have that effect, could ...... Being alone in the open on a threatening night, perhaps the girl herself was a threat, and Tarrant wasn't sure of that yet, so he quietly moved his hand to the hilt of his sword to be safe.

The girl's legs bent slightly, "You'll see Gloria's" just a slight jump, and the girl's whole body leaped up and down in front of Tarrant, "Immediately"

It's not the first thought of human Tarrant, she is the monster that the villagers are guarding against At this moment, the tips of the noses of the two are only less than an inch apart, Tarrant looks at her eyes, miserable white, her pupils are tiny, her skin is wrinkled with dry lines, and her lips are covered with white powder, it is definitely not anemia, but more like a person who has been dead for two days

"Did it scare you?" the corners of the girl's lips lifted to reveal four unusually straight canine teeth, and every word she uttered had a cold chill, as if it were a summons blown from a tomb.

Tarrant took an unnatural step back, "What the hell are you?"

"Hahahaha" the girl laughed loudly, she turned towards the light mist, "I see that even adventurers fear us, we are the Lord of the Night"

A figure fell from the faint mist in the left foreground, jumping from a height, thin and short, a woman, "She was right, the night is ours" full of excitement and excitement.

A vague humanoid figure appears in the fog in front of the right of "Enjoy the Feast", a tall, thin man.

More and more shadows appeared in the fog, more than ten in number, and they slowly gathered around the small group towards the center, and Tarrant quickly swept over these people, the villagers were dressed, but their faces were just as white, and there were four unusually human canine teeth hidden between their lips.

"I kind of understand what they mean," said Kira Veton, pulling out his macehead, "we are the protagonists of this feast, do we look like pickled fish?"

"Hahaha", the girl in front of her laughed loudly, "Humans are powerless to resist us"

Katrina asked in a low voice, "What are they?"

"I didn't have any of these things last time," Conasius said, turning to the man behind him, his arrow pulling the bowstring.

In the crowd, Tarrant noticed a woman with short blond hair, "What do you mean you mean you'll see Gloria right away?" he looked at the woman, who was more feminine than the others, with the same pale and a different temperament from death.

"Yes, here she is", the girl pointed to the woman with short blond hair, "Gloria." ”

Tarrant stared at these creatures, he didn't know what threat the team was facing right now, they had extraordinary strength and speed, they could be seen from their teeth as carnivorous creatures, they looked like people, no, they must be human, because the villagers had built tombstones for them, they claimed to be the Lord of the Night, maybe the undead, but the undead as they are commonly known were slow, "I have one more question before the feast begins", Tarrant clenched the hilt of his sword.

"We will satisfy your curiosity and let you know what ended your life", the girl sneered, she pointed to the tombstone on the ground, "we have all been lying here, fate has given us a new lease of life, we are tired of food and water, blood is our only source of life." ”

"Vampires," Kira Veton sneered, "will there be such creatures on the island?"

"No, we are the Lord of the Night," the girl raised her hands, the title of "vampire" enraged her, and "accept fate" she lunged at Tarrant.

"Protector Mage" Tarrant swung his sword in his hand to block those sharp claws.

The girl took a step back, a clear sword mark left on her fingernails, and the people around looked at the girl, the closed fishermen were still unsure of what kind of damage the adventurer could inflict on them, this was the only thing they feared.

"Kira Vidon, can't you do anything?" Tarrant stirred up the energy of the snow sun, and the anti-death barrier surrounded the team of four, it would give the recipient more immunity from the undead casting spells, although this spell may not be effective against vampires, vampires are very rare creatures, Tarrant's knowledge of them was limited to hearsay, he only confirmed one thing, he needed a silver weapon.

"There's an idea," the priest repositioned to protect the mage, "kill them all." ”

Tarrantnu pouted, their situation was very dangerous, maybe seeing the sunshine tomorrow morning was already a luxury, he turned his wrist, "If you can kill one of them, maybe it will scare them", they are always fishermen, untrained, this is the only hope for the team to get out.

"What are you waiting for?" the girl's cry pierced through the night, and the crowd slowly gathered towards the team under the urging of them, their steps mixed with hesitation.

The long arrow shot straight out and stabbed the man ten paces away from Conaxio, hitting the heart right in the heart, and the figure flew to the ground

"They can kill us," one of the fishermen shouted back, and the people around him followed in terror.

There is still a chance, Tarrant ignites confidence and "does well"

"Look" the fishermen staring at the corpses on the ground.

Tarrant turned his head, and the corpse was slowly rising, its hand grasping the arrow, "They can't hurt us" The arrow was pulled out and the arrow wound miraculously healed on its own